The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage and performs with the girl in front of his friends. The woman who, after a few too many drinks at a party, takes on all corners, male and female alike. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the establishment, secretly join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Gayle Wayland is one of these outwardly normal and quite proper people. But within her lies a love of depravity that even she at first refuses to recognize, a love of depravity that eventually forces her to act.
WEEKEND WIFE -- the story of a young wife haunted by the perversity seething within her. A story about one of the many problems facing our modem society.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Gayle Wayland studied herself in her bedroom mirror. She had grown a little plumper after three years of marriage. She still wasn't plump enough to be called fat or unattractive but probably in another few years she would be.
"Damn," Gayle said.
She left her bedroom and hurried downstairs. Her bags were packed and placed near the front door. In another few minutes Alan Payne would be stopping for her.
She went out the back door where her husband was working on another of his old cars.
"It's almost time for me to leave," Gayle said.
"Is it?" Richard asked.
"Well have a good time."
Inwardly Gayle cursed again. Most husbands would have been upset if their wife went on a three-day field-trip to the mountains. Especially if one of her college classmates, tall, good-looking Alan Payne, was the one she was sharing a car with.
But not Richard. The only thing that ever upset Richard was if he couldn't get a special part for the car he was working on. He never worried about Gayle.
She heard a car drive into the front yard and Gayle knelt beside her husband and kissed him good-bye. He gave her only a muttered response and went back to work on his car.
Alan was ringing the doorbell when she went back into the house. She opened the front door and he smiled at her. He was a truly handsome boy. He had dark hair and dark eyes. He also played football and there were muscles all over him.
"Are you ready?" Alan asked.
"Sure," Gayle said. "Let's go."
She started to pick up her bags but Alan brushed her hand away. He picked up her two heavy bags easily, with little strain.
"I'll carry them," he said.
She walked ahead of him to the car. She could feel his dark eyes on her. She had thought a lot about what to wear on the field-trip. She'd decided a dress would be a little too formal and shorts a little less formal than she wanted. She'd decided on a pants suit. Now she wished she'd gotten the pants a little less tight for she could feel his eyes on her jiggling asscheeks.
She opened the back seat and he swung the bags inside.
"I'm glad you decided to ride up with me," Alan said. "It's a boring ride by yourself."
"It would have been stupid with both of us driving," Gayle said. "I only wish he could have gotten some of the others to ride along with us."
"Do you?" Alan asked.
She looked up into his teasing eyes and felt herself shudder. Yes, she certainly did wish she'd gotten some of the others to ride with them. It wasn't that she didn't feel like she could handle Alan. She knew Alan was a perfect gentleman. Perhaps it was fear that she couldn't handle herself. Alan was so strong, so masculine, and made no mystery about the fact that he was interested in her.
"Of course," she said.
Alan got into the driver's seat and she slipped in beside him. She didn't get too close, but she still felt a little weak being so near him. She could see little black hairs curling out from the top of his shirt and she wondered if his chest was matted with them.
Alan started the car and drove out of their driveway.
"Why'd you decide to come with me?" Alan asked suddenly.
"I told you," Gayle said. "I thought that it would be stupid for both of us to drive. I talked to Richard and he agreed."
"Well I sure wouldn't have if I was your husband," Alan said. "I'd be damned if I'd let a good-looking woman like you go off alone."
"Alan," Gayle protested, "Richard and I have a good and trusting relationship."
"Shit," Alan said.
Gayle became silent. She could feel the flush of pleasure caused by Alan's compliment. Gayle had seen the girls that Alan went around with. Sweet, young things with perfect bodies and hair hanging down to their asses.
"Besides," Gayle said. "With all the good looking girls around today nobody's going to look at an old woman like me."
"You're just fishing for another compliment," Alan said. "And I'll bite. I think you're a damn fine-looking woman and I think you'd better be careful that you don't get bundled off to bed on this field-trip. I know a couple of guys who have their eyes on you."
"Really?" Gayle questioned.
She had not really wanted to ask that, but it had somehow popped out. She had to admit that she was excited by his compliments and the fact that other of her classmates were interested in her.
"Sure," Alan said. "Lots of guys."
Suddenly Alan turned the car off the road and pulled into a clump of trees. He turned the motor off and turned to face Gayle.
"What are you stopping for?" Gayle asked.
"Because I'm one of the guys," Alan said.
Gayle was suddenly very afraid. There was lust and longing in Alan's eyes but it wasn't Alan she was afraid of. She knew that Alan would never force her. It was herself she was most afraid of. Afraid of the need that was heating her thighs and making her nipples hard.
"Alan," she said. "Pull the car back onto the road."
"Sure," he said. "If it's what you really want. But first, let me have just one kiss."
"No," she said. "It's not right. Put the car back onto the road."
She was still protesting as his strong hand clamped down on the back of her head. She had no strength to move her head as he slowly drew her to him. His lips touched hers and not as brutally as she'd expected, but softly and caressingly. He bent his head and touched his lips to the soft white of her throat.
"No," she said. "It's not right, Alan. Please. It's not right."
He continued kissing her throat and one hand began to caress her shoulder through her blouse. Gayle knew she had to stop it now, or she'd be lost. Another few minutes and she would no longer be able to control herself.
"No, Goddamn it," she whispered, and tried once more to push him away.
His hand dropped to caress one of her full tits and she knew she couldn't fight him any more.
"Let me see them," he pleaded. "I want to see your titties. I've always wanted to see them."
"Yes," she agreed, falling softly into his arms. "See them, feel them, touch them, taste them -- I don't care."
His nervous fingers fumbled at her blouse. She finally had to help him get the buttons undone. He slipped the blouse off her shoulders. Her huge tits were covered by a flimsy red bra. He seemed feverish as he unsnapped the bra, and practically tore it off her. He dropped it in the back seat. For the first time a man other than her husband was feasting his eyes on Gayle's tits.
"Do you like them?" Gayle asked.
"I love them," he whispered. "They're beautiful. A man could love them all day long."
He dropped his head to her flesh and sucked one of her rosy-red nipples into his mouth. She arched her back and gave him more. She loved it. She loved the thrills that were running through her. She loved the feeling of heat that was overpowering her.
He moved his hands down to cup her ass and he pulled her tightly against him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against the inside of her thighs. She wanted him badly. She wanted to feel him naked against her, with his hard cock pushing into her.
"Take my clothes off," she whispered. "I'm so hot I'm burning. Please take my clothes off."
He put one hand under the waistband of her pants and slowly peeled them off her. Her panties came next. The panties were flimsy and they ripped apart in his hands. She didn't care.
With one hand she traced the outline of his cock through his trousers. It was a big one, bigger than Richard's perhaps. She found the metal zipper and tugged it down. She reached inside and found his hard cock bunched against his shorts. Quickly she freed it.
She wrapped her fingers around the base and pulled his cock through the opening of his trousers. It was bigger than Richard's.
"You're beautiful too," she whispered.
He laughed and drew back from her. He stripped his clothes off and Gayle looked in admiration at his strong, lithe body. As she had imagined, there was a matted crop of black hairs on his chest and that turned her on even more.
"Oh God, Alan," she said. "I've needed someone like you for so long."
"Well you've got me," Alan said. "Get ready for some real fucking."
He stretched out on her and pushed open her thighs. She felt his cock at her pussy entrance and she nearly fainted with desire.
"Oh yes, Alan," she moaned. "Put it to me. Put that big monster right down inside me."
He pushed harder and this time his cock slipped in right to his balls. She almost cried out loud at the pleasure it gave her. She reached beneath them and began to softly squeeze his balls together.
"Shit," Alan moaned. "That feels good. Shit, that feels great, baby."
He began to fuck her in slow, deep strokes. She pushed her pussy at him, wanting him to get deeper and deeper, wanting his big cock pushing against the back of her cunt.
"That's it, baby!" she cried. "That's it! That's the way I want it!"
He lifted slightly and his hands began to massage her tits. She pushed her tits into his hands, moaning and pleading with him to squeeze them harder.
"God," she moaned. "Fuck me, honey. Give it to me good. I can feel it getting bigger. Oh slit. I know you're going to come. Oh fuck, Alan!"
Alan began to quicken his pace. He had known he was going to fuck Gayle on this field-trip. He hadn't believed that it would be possible to get his cock in so quickly, but he had known he was going to get his cock in.
She was too ready for it. All those times he had sat next to her in class, he had felt the heat coming from her body. He could understand the longing in her eyes.
Now he was getting it and he was surprised at the tightness of her pussy. And her experience. He had fucked a few of the girls at school but none of them knew how to squeeze Alan's cock as Gayle was doing. None of them knew how to kiss as she was kissing. And none of them had such nice tits.
"Fuck me!" Gayle was crying. "Oh fuck me!"
He quit squeezing her tits and moved his hands to cup her ass once more. He picked her up off the seat so that his cock was going in even deeper.
"Oh shit," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to fill you up with my cum."
Gayle leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She allowed the pleasure sensations to wash over her like waves. God, was he good. His cock was doing things to her that Richard's cock had never managed.
"Shit," she moaned. "Oh shit and fuck! I can feel you coming! Oh fuck, Alan! Oh Jesus fuck!"
She felt his hot cum erupt from his cock at the same time that her hot juices were flooding him. She didn't allow him to pull back. She kept her hips moving, urging him to keep stroking until every drop that had been drained from his cock.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned. "Oh dear Jesus."
He fell away, his limp cock touching her thighs and leaving a little streak of wetness.
"That was good, baby," he said. "That was really good."
"Oh yes," she agreed. "I needed that. I've needed it for so long."
"And we're not finished," he said. "We've got a full three days and a bed will be a hell of lot more comfortable than a front seat."
Gayle had a sudden bad feeling. What if Richard could see her now, lying naked with a young man in the front seat of a car? What if Richard knew that she had just been unfaithful to him? And now Alan was asking her to be unfaithful again.
"No," she said. "Alan, this was wrong. I've never done anything like this before and I've no intention of doing it again."
"Shit," Alan said. "You know you've got a hot little cunt. You won't be able to go three days with all the men around."
"That's enough, Alan," she said. "Let's get on with the trip. We're just going to pretend it never happened."
"Sure," Alan said, but he wore an evil grin.
Doug Sandoval, who was the class teacher, had called an immediate meeting when all the students arrived. Gayle and Alan were two of the last to arrive. Gayle had asked for a room of her own.
She found herself placed in an adjoining room to Alan and another male classmate. She took a quick shower and changed clothes. She tried not to think about Alan just being one room away. For the rest of the trip, she was determined that she was going to behave as she was supposed to.
She was the last to reach Doug Sandoval's room.
She took a seat on the edge of one of the double beds, aware that Alan's eyes were on her. He was looking at her with an amused expression on his face.
"Now all of you know what your projects are," Doug Sandoval said. "We haven't come up here to play around. Just pay attention to what you're supposed to do and there won't be any problems."
Doug went on to other things, but Gayle wasn't listening. She kept finding herself looking at Alan and finding herself growing flushed. She knew she would be uneasy around Alan for the rest of the field-trip.
Gayle went back to her room after the meeting and began putting the rest of her things away.
There was nothing more to be done until the next morning. She put out a shortie nightie to wear to bed and then decided to go down to the cafe for supper.
She hadn't eaten since early that morning. She hadn't wanted Alan to stop along the way, since they were already late. She got her purse and started out.
Alan was leaning against his car outside.
"I thought you might be hungry," he said. "I wouldn't want you to walk to the cafe."
"I can manage," Gayle said.
"Hell and damnation," Alan cursed. "Get in the car, Gayle."
"Leave me alone," she said. "I said I could manage."
She started to walk away but Alan caught her arm. His eyes were ugly and suddenly she was afraid of him. He wasn't the same Alan who she'd thought was a gentleman. He had changed.
"You're going to do what I say, Gayle," he said softly. "You're going to enjoy yourself this weekend."
"I don't know what you mean," she said.
He smiled and his smile was ugly. "I'll tell you something, honey. In the front seat I found out something about you. You'll hot. You want some cock and I'm going to see that you get all you want."
"Get out of my way," Gayle said.
"Sure," he said.
She walked past him. She was breathing a sigh of relief when suddenly she felt his arm go around her waist. She started to scream for help but another hand clamped around her mouth. She felt herself being pulled backward.
She wasn't pulled into her room, but into Alan's. She was flung down on the floor and Alan shut the door. She saw another boy, Mark Davis, Alan's roommate, sitting on the bed.
Mark Davis was nowhere near as handsome as Alan. He was short, with blond hair, and a rugged face. There was something cruel in the glitter of his eyes.
"Welcome to our parlor," Mark said.
"You're crazy," Gayle said. "You're both crazy. I'm getting out of here."
"You can't," Alan said.
"I will," she insisted. "I'll scream. I'll scream so loud that I'll bring everyone in here."
"No you won't," Alan said, "because if you do the whole truth will come out. I'll tell them what happened on the way down here."
"They'll never believe you."
"Maybe not," Alan agreed with a thin smile, "but maybe they will."
Mark stood up and walked to her. He put a hand on her shoulder and began to rub her. She pushed him away. He smiled. His heavy hand came around and slapped her hard across the face. It sounded like a pistol shot.
"Cut out the fucking nonsense," he commanded. "You know you like cock. Alan told me what a hot piece of pussy you were. Now you can have fun or you can do it the hard way."
Gayle was crying. She felt the tears pouring down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do. She knew that Mark was capable of hurting her if she didn't go along with him.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Pussy, baby. That's all we want. Now get your clothes off and let's see what you've got to offer."
Gayle began to undress. Mark didn't like her slowness and he slapped her again. She was down to her bra and panties and she quickly took them off.
"Stand up," Alan said.
She stood. She felt Alan's and Mark's eyes burning holes in her bare flesh.
"Turn around," Alan commanded. "Let Mark see what a nice ass you've got. Mark likes nice asses."
Gayle turned for them, posing in the ways that they demanded. Finally Mark approached her. He put his hands on her full tits and began to squeeze them softly.
"Alan didn't lie," Mark said. "You've got a nice body. A fucking nice build."
Gayle couldn't help the feelings that were rushing through her. She didn't like Mark. She thought he was ugly and cruel. But he was turning her on. God, how he was turning her on!
Mark laughed as her nipples began to grow hard. "You are a hot little bitch," he said. "I bet you like for men to knock you around and tell you what to do."
"Yes," Gayle admitted.
Gayle had finally realized the truth about herself. She was enjoying being told what to do by Mark and Alan, enjoying being dominated by them.
"Take my cock out," Mark said.
She reached for his zipper and undid it. She reached inside his trousers and found his cock. She drew it out. It wasn't as large as Alan's but it was meaty and thick.
"Put it in your mouth," Mark said.
She looked up at Mark. Sucking a man's cock was something she had never done. Not even Richard's. She was afraid. He took the back of her head and forced her toward his cock.
He was not hard. She sucked him into her mouth easily. She found that she liked the taste and odor of him. Most of all, she liked being forced to suck his cock.
"Suck it up hard, baby," Mark said. "Suck it up hard and I'll give you a reward."
"Yeah," Alan laughed. "A mouthful of sperm. A mouthful of hot cum for you to swallow."
His cock began to grow hard in her mouth. She sucked his prick inexpertly, but he seemed to enjoy it. Both of his hands were wrapped in her hair and he was pulling her up and down on his cock.
"That's it," he said. "Now use your tongue a little. That's it, baby. Use your tongue on that hole. God, you're making me feel good."
She did as he directed for a few minutes and then she tasted her first taste of salty sperm. She pulled her head back quickly.
"No," he said. "Take it in your mouth. Take every drop. You'll love it."
He pulled her head back to his cock once again and she sucked him in. Now he seemed to fill every spare inch of her mouth so that she couldn't breathe.
"It's coming," he said. "Oh I'm coming! It's going to be good, baby! You're going to like it! Take it all! Take every drop!"
He exploded a gusher of cum into her mouth. At first she didn't want to swallow. The cum ran out of her mouth and down the side of his cock.
"Swallow, bitch," he demanded, and his hands clutched the sides of her head.
She started to swallow, taking his cum down her throat. He continued fucking her mouth until every drop was drained from his prick. Finally he released her.
"Pretty good for a first time," he observed. "But you got to get better. I'll teach you to be a good cocksucker."
"But first," Alan said, approaching her. "I'm hotter than a firecracker and I need some loving."
She turned to face Alan as he undressed. He soon had his clothes off and stood before her.
"Get on the bed," he said.
His cock was rigid between his legs and Gayle quickly climbed onto the bed.
"On your hands and knees," he directed. "I want to go in from behind."
She climbed onto her hands and knees and Alan knelt behind her.
He ran his cock between the cheeks of her ass and then up and down her thighs. Finally he pressed it against her pubic hairs. He pushed and just the cock-head slipped into her warm and willing pussy.
"Here I go!" Alan yelled.
He gave another shove and his prick went deep into her cunt. He put his arms around her waist and tugged her back against him. He began to make her move against him, letting her do all the work as they fucked.
Gayle began to feel good. She had already felt the first tremblings of desire while Mark was forcing her to suck his cock. Now the tremblings were becoming stronger.
"Look at her move," Mark said. "You can't tell me she doesn't love a hard prick in her pussy."
"Oh yes," Gayle agreed. "Yes I do!"
She was beyond trying to pretend. The prick sliding into her cunt was awakening desires that she had forgotten she had. Richard had only fucked one way, with him on top and heron the bottom. It was fun but it was not the answer to the intense desires she had had as a young girl.
She'd often had thoughts about rape. Being forced to please a man was a thought that sent shivers of excitement up and down her body. But she had known that it would never happen, and it never had -- until now.
"Ahhh," Alan moaned. "Gawd almighty, she's moving good! She's got a sweet cunt!"
"Oh," Gayle said. "Oh I can feel you coming. I'm going to come with you. Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh fucking GOODDDDD!"
Alan poured his cum into her cunt as she flooded him with her hot cunt juices. Jesus, was it good! Alan fell away from her and Gayle stretched out on the bed. She looked up to see Mark grinning at her.
"You'll come with us now, Gayle," he said. "We've got to get a little bit to eat."
"Yes," Gayle said.
"Then you'll come back and shower and put on that sexy little nightie you had put out to wear. Then you'll unlock the side door to your room so we can come in."
"I will," Gayle said.
"Good," he smiled. "Now let's go eat."
Chapter Two
Gayle's thoughts were on Richard as she went to eat that evening. It was partly Richard's fault that she was in this position. Richard had always been so sweet, so gentle, but what she had needed was a man to knock her around, to force her to do humiliating things.
Though she had not been unfaithful to Richard before Alan, she had not come to Richard a virgin. Her cherry had been long since taken by one of her brothers.
Gayle's parents had been very poor. They'd had three boys and two girls and very little room. Most of her life Gayle had slept in the one room that served as a sleeping place for all of them.
Her brothers were vulgar, brutal boys. They were the school bullies. Bigger than most boys, they pushed everyone around. Especially Gayle and her sister, Stephanie.
Gayle was very frightened of her brothers. She would lie awake in her bed at night and listen to the boys talk.
"Wake up, Stephanie," James said.
James swung his hairy legs off his bed and walked to where Stephanie was sleeping. He shook her. She came awake slowly and then her eyes opened wide. She was more afraid of James than Gayle was. James teased her unmercifully.
"What do you want?" Stephanie asked.
"We just wanted to talk," James said. "Why don't you come over here and talk to us?"
"I don't want to," Stephanie said.
Gayle could see just a little in the dim light. She knew the boys thought she was asleep. She saw James bent over by Stephanie's bed.
"Get your butt up," James said. "Come over here to my bed. We want to talk to you."
"No," Stephanie pleaded. "Leave me alone."
James slapped her. Stephanie started to cry and he slapped her again and again until she stopped. He took her by her wrist and pulled her out of bed.
"Come on," he said.
Gayle watched as he pulled and dragged Stephanie toward the boys' beds. He pushed her down on his own bed. Gayle could see his teeth shine as he smiled at her.
Stephanie was shivering because it was cold and she was dressed only in a cotton shift. Beneath the shift Gayle could see the twin peaks of Stephanie's immature breasts and the outline of the red panties she had worn to bed.
"Okay," James said. "Take your clothes off. We want to see what you look like."
"Oh my God!" Stephanie whispered. "I'm your sister. Don't tease me."
"I'm not teasing," James said. "Get your Goddamn clothes off. I've been wanting a look at your titties."
"Hurry," Stephan panted. "I want to see a real girl's pussy."
Stephanie was trembling. She made no motion to take her shift off. James helped her. He reached down and caught the bottom of her shift and lifted it over her head. He pulled it away and left her dressed in only her panties.
"My God!" Stephan said. "She has got a pair of titties! As good as those in the magazines."
"What do you know about titties?" Bobby asked. "Hell, you don't even know what sex is all about."
Stephan was silent.
"Please," Stephanie said. "Let me go back to bed now. Please let me go back to bed."
"But we ain't seen it all yet," James said.
Stephanie's eyes grew wider as she realized what they meant. They wanted her to take off her panties. Gayle watched as Stephanie went pale with fear.
"No," Stephanie protested. "That's nasty. I can't do that. Please."
"Take off the panties or I'll rip them off," James said. "I want to see if your pussy is as hairy as Sheliah's."
"Oh no, please," Stephanie begged. "I'm your sister, James. You can't do this."
"Are you going to take them off or am I going to take them off? It's up to you."
Slowly, as if in pain, Stephanie slid her panties down her legs and dropped them on the floor. James gave a low whistle. Stephanie's pussy was already covered in a fine, black bush.
"Very nice," James said.
"Can I go to bed now?" Stephanie asked.
James didn't answer. He stepped back and began to undo the bottoms of his pajamas. He slid them down his legs. Gayle saw her first cock in a state of erection. It wasn't big but it was pulsating with excitement.
"Now," James said. "I'm going to show you two how it's done. I'm going to show you how to fuck."
"Oh God no!" Stephanie pleaded. "Don't do it! Please don't do it!"
James slapped her back onto the bed and he crawled on top of her. She cursed and bit at him but he only laughed and caught her tiny wrists in one of his huge hands. He put his other hand between her legs.
"Open your thighs, Goddamn it," he demanded.
"No!" Stephanie said. "I won't! I can't!"
"Open them, damn you. Open wide so I can get my cock in. Open or I'll hurt you..."
Stephanie was sobbing as James forced her legs apart. Gayle couldn't tear her eyes away. She found herself breathing heavily as James pressed his cock-head to Stephanie's virgin cunt. Gayle could see his long, hard staff pushing at her quivering cuntlips and the tensing of his ass as he got ready to enter.
Stephanie screamed loudly as his prick tore through her virgin cunt and entered to his balls.
"Good pussy!" James cried. "Good pussy!"
Gayle didn't know what was wrong with her. She was watching her older sister getting raped and all she could think of was the heat between her own thighs.
"Goddamn," Stephan said. "Look at him go. Look at him fuck her."
Gayle put one hand between her thighs and began to rub her cunt. She had never felt so hot before. She rubbed harder as she watched James fuck her older sister.
Gayle could actually see blood on his cock as he withdrew it from her cunt. He poised and drove it once more into her pussy.
"Jesus fuck," James said. "I'm getting it. Oh Jesus! Sharon was never like this. Stephanie's so tight. So tight!"
Stephanie was moaning and crying but James wasn't listening. He was getting close to his climax and he was fucking her faster, driving that long staff between his sister's legs with a furious urgency.
"Oh shit," he groaned. "Oh shit. I'm getting there. Oh fuck, I'm going to come! I'm going to flood her pussy! SHHHHIIIITTTT!"
Gayle wondered what it felt like to receive his seed. She knew what was happening because she'd heard girls in school talking. She watched closely as her brother removed his limp cock. His cock was covered with blood. He wiped it on Stephanie's panties.
"Jesus Christ," Bobby said. "I've never seen anything like that."
"Can I go back to my bed now?" Stephanie asked.
James reached down and fondly caressed a titty.
"Now you wouldn't want to leave now. Not while Bobby and Stephan are so ready. I bet Stephan's ready to pop his cork right now. I want to see how he handles himself."
"Please, James," Stephanie begged. "Don't make me do it any more."
"Shut up," he said. "It's Bobby's turn." Bobby was nervous as he jumped down from his top bunk. He quickly slipped off his pajamas and climbed between Stephanie's legs. His cock was limp.
"Play with it," James demanded. "Make him hard. All he needs is your fingers to touch his cock and he'll be ready to go."
Gayle watched as Stephanie touched his cock. He grew hard almost immediately. Stephanie did not try to close her legs. Bobby plunged into her cunt easily.
"Ah shit," Bobby moaned. "So this is what it feels like. Ahhh shit, it's good!"
"Hurry up," Stephan said. "I want my turn!"
"Shut up!" Bobby said, but he did begin to hurry his fucking pace.
Gayle couldn't stand it any more. She slipped two fingers inside her panties and began to caress her naked cunt. She had already found out that this caused her good feelings.
Bobby was moaning as he plunged in and out of his sister's cunt. Gayle knew he was ready to come.
"Oh fuck," he said. "Oh fuck, I'm coming! I'm coming in my sister! Oh shit!"
Gayle watched him as her brother gave one last shove and then collapsed on top of Stephanie.
Stephan was protesting as he tried to get his brother off of her. He had already torn his pajamas off and his prick was standing erect. His prick was not as large as his two bigger brothers' but he more than made up for it with enthusiasm.
Gayle was getting close to her own climax. Her fingers had found her clit and she was softly massaging it. Spasms of heat were taking over her body.
Stephan pushed his older brother away and climbed between Stephanie's legs. Stephanie had a faraway look on her face. Stephan pushed his cock into her cunt and began to give her long quick strokes.
"Ahhhh good pussy!" Stephan cried. "I knew I'd been missing something!"
Gayle bit her lips to keep from crying out as spasms of pleasure washed over her. Her hips jerked as her fingers brought her juices flooding out.
Gayle finally closed her eyes as she heard her brother grunting in pleasure. When she opened them again Stephanie was putting her panties on. She didn't bother pulling her shift over her head. She went to her bed and crawled under the covers. All that night Gayle heard her crying.
Something changed in Stephanie after that. Something innocent went out of her soul. From that night on, Stephanie was known as the school whore. Any boy could fuck her and all he had to do was ask. A dozen times Stephanie and Gayle would be walking home from school and a car would pull up. Three or four boys would call Stephanie and she'd get into the car with them. They would start feeling her up before the car would pull away.
At night Stephanie's three brothers would take their turns at her. Every night one of the brothers would take their turns at her. Every night one of the brothers would crawl into Stephanie's bed and fuck her.
Each time Gayle would massage her cunt into climax.
Finally Stephanie was caught in the school boiler room. She was completely nude and two boys were waiting their turn while another fucked her. Stephanie was put into a mental hospital following an examination. The state had to pay for it because Gayle's parents were too poor.
The boys had been used to getting free pussy for almost a year. They went a week without it and then they naturally turned to Gayle.
This time it was Bobby who approached Gayle as she was dressing for bed that evening.
"Gayle," Bobby asked. "What do you know about sex?"
Gayle felt a cold shiver go up her spine. She had expected the boys to come to her. She had full titties that embarrassed her mother.
"Nothing," Gayle smiled.
Bobby reached up and fondled her nipple.
"Well tonight you're going to find out everything," he said. "We're kind of lonely without Stephanie. So we figured that it's about time we broke you in."
"What do you mean?" Gayle asked.
She knew exactly what they meant. She could have complained to her parents but she wasn't going to. She felt the heat between her thighs and knew that she wanted the boys to fuck her.
"You'll see," Bobby said with a sly smirk.
Her parents came in to say good-night and with them went Gayle's last chance. She didn't call them back. She trembled under the covers as they turned the lights off.
"Hey, Gayle," Bobby said. "Come over here. We want to show you something."
Stephan giggled. Gayle pushed off the covers and stood up. She was dressed only in panties. She knew what the boys wanted to show her.
She walked over to Bobby's bed and his eyes opened wide at the sight of her naked titties.
"Damn!" Bobby said. "She's got a bigger pair than Stephanie!"
"Yeah," James agreed. "Very nice."
Gayle jumped as his hand caressed her nipple. She almost drew back but she forced herself to remain standing there. His hand fondled her nipples and cupped her heavy titties.
"I like," James said. "And look at her trembling. I think she likes it too."
Gayle said nothing as his hand traveled down her soft stomach and played with her thighs. He moved his hand so that it was resting flat against her pussy.
"You ever been fucked, Gayle?" James asked.
"No," Gayle said truthfully.
"Well you're going to get it tonight. We gave it to Stephanie and now we're going to give it to you."
"Yes," Gayle said.
"Now be a good girl and take off your panties."
Gayle obediently stripped off her panties to reveal her blonde bush. James whistled and touched her. Gayle was already feeling warm. He ran one finger up her cunt and found her clit.
"Well," he said. "That's nice. That's very nice. You have got a tight cunt but it's all juicy. Juicier than Stephanie ever was."
James pulled her so that she was standing between his legs. He kissed her soft stomach and then raised his head to suck in one of her nipples. Gayle had never felt anything so good. She pushed more of her tittie into his mouth.
"Goddamn," Stephan said. "She's loving it. She's not cold like Stephanie at all."
"Yeah," Bobby said, licking his lips.
James caressed her other tit with his fingers as he sucked on her. She felt a delicious pleasure go through her. She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him closer. A soft moan escaped her throat.
James pushed her away. "Play with my cock," he demanded. "Make it hard so that I can stick it in your virgin cunt. Hurry."
She reached through the folds of his pajamas and put her fingers around his cock. It was the first cock she had ever felt and it excited her. Quickly she drew his prick out of his pajamas. She took the shaft between her fingers and began to move it up and down.
He became hard immediately. He had a little bit of lubricating juice on the end of his cock-head. She loved the trembling pole quivering in her hand. She wanted it.
"Let's get on with it," James whispered.
Gayle crawled into bed with him. He pushed her over onto her back and crawled between her legs. She opened her thighs immediately. There was no forcing like he'd had to do with Stephanie. She was burning up and ready for his hot cock to penetrate her.
"Fuck," James said. "She's a hot little cunt. Look at her pushing her pussy at me."
"Damn," Bobby said.
"Hurry," Gayle whispered. "Get it in me."
She reached for his pole and positioned it at her cunt entrance. She opened her legs wider and leaned her head back. She could feel him slowly entering her. Suddenly he gave a sharp jab and Gayle knew she was no longer a virgin. He began to fuck her in long, steady strokes.
"Ahhhh," Gayle said. "This was how I imagined it. Oh, it feels good! Really good!"
"I'm glad you like it," James grunted. His cock was growing in her and Gayle knew he wasn't going to last for long. She clutched him tighter as his prick began to jump. She felt sperm splash against her curd walls for the first time. She felt his cum entering her deeply and she loved every drop.
"GOOD GODALMIGHTY!" James screamed. "SHE'S SO FUCKING TIGHT!"
She drained him and he fell away from her. Bobby was immediately on the bed with her. He was panting with lust.
"Keep those legs spread," he said. "I want it bad. I need it bad!"
"Come on," Gayle panted.
He drove his prick inside her cunt violently. His strokes were quick and deep. Gayle felt bolt after bolt of pleasure shoot through her. It didn't matter that it was her brother's cock that was giving her such pleasure. Any cock would have done just as well.
She raised her legs so that he could get deeper. She wrapped them around his buttocks and she heard Stephan whistle.
"Jesus Christ!" Stephan said. "Stephanie never did that!"
Gayle couldn't have cared less what Stephanie ever did. Now his cock was pushing against the back of her cunt and she could feel the first jism tooting into her.
"Oh yes," she groaned. "Give it to me, Bobby! Give me every drop! Oh yes, shoot me full of your cum! Shoot it to me, Bobby!"
He gave it to her, driving his cock into her deeply and erupting his cum into her cunt. Again she felt jism flooding her pussy and again she loved it.
Stephan was just too excited. He pushed his brother away and then started to come. He couldn't get his cock into her cunt but spilled his jism all over her soft belly.
"Shit!" Stephan said violently.
"Don't worry," Gayle said, taking his cock into her soft fingers. "I'll make you hard again. I really will. There's always going to be another time."
That was the beginning of her yearning to be treated roughly. Her brothers fucked her almost every night for two years. It was violent, rough fucking, and she loved every second of it. She never became like Stephanie. She was too smart for that. She put out for very few boys at school. She'd allow them to squeeze a tit every now and then, but she wouldn't allow them to go any farther than that.
And then James was married and Bobby was caught stealing cars. Only poor little Stephan remained and Stephan was just not enough man to keep her satisfied.
Gayle was forced to look elsewhere for her satisfaction.
Chapter Three
After they finished eating, Gayle went back to her room alone. She showered and changed into the flimsy nightgown as Mark had told her to. She had some qualms about unlocking the door. But then she remembered how Mark had looked, and she knew that a locked door was not going to keep him out.
She unlocked the door, then turned off the lights and crawled into bed. She heard her door open a few minutes later.
She saw a shadow walk from the open door to her bed. It wasn't Alan or Mark. It was her teacher, Doug Sandoval.
"Mr. Sandoval," she said. "What are you doing here?"
"Call me Doug," he said as he started taking off his clothes. "After all, we shouldn't be formal at a time like this."
"What are you doing in my room?" Gayle asked. "You can't stay here. Get out."
"But Mark told me to come in. He said I'd find you more than agreeable. Was he playing a joke?"
Gayle knew she could order Doug Sandoval from her room and he would go. But she also knew that it would make him angry at Mark and then Mark and Alan would be angry at her. She could remember too well the cruel glint in Mark's eyes. Mark would be capable of hurting her very badly if he wanted to.
"Was he playing a joke?" Doug asked again.
"No," Gayle said with a sigh. "He wasn't playing a joke."
"Good," Doug said. "You know, I've always thought you were a fine-looking woman. I really was surprised when Mark came to me this evening and said you were willing."
He finished stripping off his clothes and stretched out on the bed beside her. He had a thin, white body. He was not the sort of man that Gayle would have chosen for a bed partner. She allowed her hand to brush against his cock. He had a strong cock and it was already rigid. She ran her fingers across the length of his prick. He was not meaty but he was large. He would be able to give her a passable fucking.
"Ummm," he said. "You have very soft hands, Gayle. I've dreamed about you doing this."
"Surely you can't mean that," Gayle said. "With all of those good-looking young coeds wanting, good grades. I bet if you just suggested a little trade."
"But that wouldn't be ethical," Doug protested.
"Shit," Gayle said. "Who cares about ethics when you're horny? And brother, do you feel horny!"
"I am," he admitted. "My wife is a very cold woman. She doesn't understand me."
"Oh shit," Gayle said again. "That line went out with old burlesque. Just shut up, Professor. Shut up and enjoy yourself."
He took her cue and started to play with one of her breasts. He stroked her through the flimsy material until her nipples grew hard.
"That's nice, Professor," Gayle cooed. "Why not take all that material away?"
He lifted her nightgown to her shoulders. Her huge tits were bared before his eyes and he began to pant. He put both hands on her tits and began to squeeze them.
"I'm not bread dough, Professor," she complained. "Why not kiss them? They love to be kissed."
Doug dropped his head and kissed one rosy-red nipple. He couldn't believe his good fortune. He had been telling the truth when he called his wife cold. She had been a poor partner in the beginning of their relationship and she had gradually become worse.
Doug had been going out of his mind for a long time with all the sweet-looking nookie around college, and he had the ice-maiden at home for a wife. How he had wanted to pull up some of those sweet young things shirts and plant his whopper between their legs.
But somehow he had never gathered up enough nerve. He knew that some of his fellow professors scored with the girls. This wasn't the only time that he had scored, but there had only been one other.
As he sucked in Gayle's creamy flesh, he remembered the other girl he had been unfaithful with. He remembered her with a mixture of pleasure and shame. Oddly enough, the girl had been a virgin.
Her name had been Janice and she had been a homely little girl who had worked for him. He had been doing some biology papers and he'd hired Janice to do the typing. Janice was a freshman. She wore glasses and clothes that were out of style.
Doug didn't know why he had first been attracted to Janice. Perhaps it was just the long hours of working together so closely. Usually it was at night, after his classes.
He was thinking about the cute blonde in his first class while he dictated to Janice. He found his cock growing hard and he didn't like the prospect of trying to get his wife into bed. He had taken off his glasses and was taking a long look at Janice. Perhaps it was true what they said about these homely girls being fantastic creatures in the, sack.
He thought she'd be easy, because Janice had often looked at him with adoring eyes. He studied her. That evening she had worn a short skirt that showed off her skinny legs, and a loose-fitting blouse. He wondered what her tits were like.
He stopped his dictation.
"Janice," he said.
"Yes, Professor?"
"You must get awfully bored sitting in here night after night."
"Oh no, sir," she protested.
"But you must. Doesn't your boyfriend object to all these late hours?"
Janice actually blushed. Doug hadn't seen a girl blush in a long time.
"I don't have a boyfriend, sir," she said.
"What!" Doug tried to sound shocked. "A pretty girl like you doesn't have a boyfriend?"
"I'm not really pretty, sir," she said, "it's nice of you to say that but I know the truth."
"Janice..." Doug made his voice consoling. "You shouldn't run yourself down. You have a lot of nice features. Very attractive features."
He could tell she was pleased at his compliment. She looked down at the floor but her face was blushing red again. Her fingers rubbed her knee nervously.
"I really don't, sir," she said.
"Sure you do," he insisted. "You have very nice xxs and also nice legs. At least, what I can see of your legs."
He had been more confident with Janice than with any girl in his entire life. He knew he could fuck her. It made him feel good, it gave him a feeling of power.
"You shouldn't be talking like that, sir," Janice said. "You shouldn't talk about my legs."
"Why not?" he asked.
"It just isn't very nice."
"Me you ashamed of your legs?"
"No."
"Then why shouldn't I talk about them?"
Janice ripped a piece of paper out of her typewriter and dropped it into the trashcan. Her face had grown sullen. She grabbed her purse and stood up like she was leaving.
"Don't leave," Doug said.
"You're making fun of me."
"No I'm not," he said. "I really do think you have nice legs."
She started walking toward the door but he followed. He took her by the arm. She tried to jerk it away but she didn't try hard. He slowly pulled her into his arms.
"I think you have a nice body," he said. "Why don't you show me more of it?"
"No," Janice said. "I'm ugly. You don't want to see me."
"You're not ugly, Janice. Let me see your body. Let me look at you."
She pulled away from him. For a moment he thought she really was going to leave and then she shrugged her shoulders. Her hands went to the top button of her blouse and she slowly undid it. She pulled the two parts of her blouse away to reveal two small breasts encased in a bra.
"See," Janice said. "I don't have anything."
"But you do," Doug insisted. "Let me help you off with the rest of it."
He put his arms around her shoulders and dropped his hands to the clasp on her bra. She stood, as if frozen, as he unhooked the bra and let the two halves fall apart. He pulled it off her soft white shoulders.
Her tits were really not bad for such a skinny girl. He heard her gasp as he bent his head and sucked one of her luscious nipples into her mouth. She fought to push him away.
"No," she said. "You were just going to look."
He sucked in more of her tittie flesh and began to fondle the other nipple with his free hand. She fought him for a few minutes more and then she seemed to shudder and relax.
He knew then that there was nothing he couldn't do to her. He dropped his hand to the hem of her skirt and hiked it up. She was wearing flimsy blue panties and he pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them.
"Please," she said. "Please don't hurt me."
"I'm not going to hurt you, baby," he said. "I'm just going to fuck you."
He cleared the things away from his desk and fucked her on the top. She wasn't a bad fuck considering her skinny legs and ass. She was also a virgin. She felt tight going in and the friction of her cunt made him explode almost immediately.
He got up and wiped himself off with a Kleenex. She was sobbing softly.
"That's all right, Janice," he said. "It's all right. Now you're broken in for some nice boy."
She had grabbed her clothes and dressed hurriedly, tears streaming down her face. She ran out of his room, vowing never to see him again. It was all right with Doug. He really didn't want her hanging around to cause trouble. He never saw her again. He heard later that she dropped out of school.
"Damn it," Gayle complained. "Quit biting."
Doug realized that he had been biting down on her soft flesh. He apologized and pulled his head away.
"Those are tender," Gayle said harshly, rubbing herself. "What were you thinking about? Eating me for supper?"
"That's not a bad idea," Doug grinned.
Gayle was going to make another comment when his head started going down her body. She felt his tongue on her stomach and then licking her thighs.
He's going to eat me, Gayle thought. He's really going to eat my pussy!
Gayle parted her legs as his tongue found her bush. He played in her pubic hairs for a few moments. His tongue was building up the excitement in her and she could almost feel the hot juices begin to flow.
Doug pushed his face into her crotch and his tongue slipped into her cunt. Gayle might not have thought much of his skinny body and personality but she loved his tongue. It was an educated, experienced tongue.
He began to move it around her cunt walls in a rapid motion. The friction of it was almost too much for Gayle to bear. She put her hands on the back of his head and urged him closer.
"God," Gayle moaned. "That feels good. That really does feel good."
Now his tongue found her clit and began to massage it. Gayle knew she was an abnormally wet type. She would start juicing up if a good-looking man looked at her in a flirting manner. She knew she was keeping a constant stream of juice against his tongue but he didn't seem to mind.
His lips and tongue continued to caress and massage her pussy and it was driving Gayle right out of her mind.
"Jesus!" Gayle cried. "Oh Jesus! That feels good! That feels so fucking good! I think I'm going to come! Oh shit, I'm going to come! I AM OH FUCK..."
This time she drenched him with her hot juices. He didn't take his mouth away and she expected. He continued to suck on her until the trembling in her body stopped and her breathing became regular once again. Then she realized that she had two handholds in his hair that threatened to tear his head off.
"Oh Jesus, Professor," she moaned. "That was good. That was the best ever."
"I'm glad you like it," Doug said smugly. "If there's one thing I know how to do it's eat pussy. That's the only way the girls in high school would allow me to get into their pants. They sure did love a good tongue up them."
"I love it too, Professor," Gayle agreed. "Oh, how I loved it."
He lay down beside her and she kissed his lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and rubbed his tongue. Her hand dropped to his cock. His staff was hard and trembling.
"Ahhh," Gayle said sympathetically, "poor cock's all hard and uncomfortable. We'll have to do something about that."
Doug started to push her over onto her back but she stopped him. Her hand continued to caress his cock.
"No," she said. "You just lie there. Now Momma's going to do all the work."
"But I've got to have your pussy," he moaned. "I'm burning up."
Gayle was determined to give him a fucking he would never forget. She lowered her head and ran her tongue down the side of his body. She kept going down until she could kiss his cock.
"No," he protested. "I need some pussy. You'll make me come that way."
"Just relax and let Momma work," Gayle said. "You're going to get some pussy. Don't worry."
Gayle kissed the underside of his cock. She ran her tongue lightly down the length of his shaft. She sucked one of his soft balls into her mouth. He moaned as she rolled it in her mouth and let her tongue gently caress it.
"God," he said. "Oh God, please let me fuck you. Please let me stick my cock in. I need some pussy."
Gayle only smiled to herself as she released his ball. She ran her tongue up his cock a few times and then captured the blood-filled cock-head between her lips. She tasted a little of his salty jism on her lips.
"No," he groaned. "I'm going to come that way. I'm going to come!"
He did. He flooded her mouth with his salty cum and she swallowed quickly. She drew his cock into her gullet and let the cum splash against the back of her throat. She drew him in so deep that she could no longer taste his cum as it poured down her throat.
"Oh Goddamn it," Doug said. "I wanted to fuck. I wanted some pussy."
"Relax," Gayle said. "I told you you were going to get some pussy and you are. But the edge is gone and you'll be able to fuck awhile longer."
"But I won't get hard again for hours," he protested. "I'm always that way."
"Oh yes you will," Gayle said with a sly smirk. "You're going to get hard again in just a few minutes."
She lowered her head to his cock once more and sucked him into her mouth. She lay like that for a few minutes, with her lips and tongue caressing him and her teeth gently biting him now and then. She was rewarded by a stiffening of his prick. Gayle released him and laughed.
"See," she said. "There's life in the thing yet."
"Jesus," he said in amazement. "How'd you do that?"
"It's an old family secret," Gayle laughed. "Now let's get down to some serious fucking."
Gayle straddled him, her tits hanging like ripe melons above his hungry lips. She reached beneath herself and positioned his cock. Slowly she came down on him, feeling him push into her already wet pussy.
"Ahhh," he moaned. "That's good. That's so fucking good. I love it."
She began to bounce up and down on his hard cock. She could feel her juices flowing again, feel the tensing of her spine at the pleasure his cock was giving her.
"That's it, baby," he moaned. "Keep that up. I'll blow your brains out when I come. I'll shoot my cum right into your stomach."
Gayle felt his hands at her tits. She leaned her head back as his cock went into her deeper. He began to squeeze her nipples and massage the firm flesh of her tits.
"Jesus," she moaned. "That's it. Oh God, that's it. I love that! Oh how I love it!"
Her words encouraged him to squeeze harder and to quicken his pace as he drove his cock up into her cunt. She was bouncing faster, feeling her hair dance about on her head.
"Jesus Christ," she moaned. "I'm going to come. I can feel you coming. I can feel you coming deep inside me. Oh Jesus, it feels good! OHFUCKINGJESUS!"
She fell on top of him as his cock drained the last of his cum into her hungry pussy.
"Oh, Professor," she moaned. "You're better than I thought. Better than I could have ever imagined."
"You're pretty good yourself," he said. "In fact, you're damned good."
She rubbed her huge tits against his bare chest. She could feel stirrings of interest between her legs.
My God, she thought. What's wrong with me? Have I turned into a nympho or something? Or have I always been one? Have I always been crazy for sex?
The thought seemed to sober her.
Chapter Four
Doug was gone by the time she opened her eyes the next morning. She got up and took a long, hot shower. She dressed in shorts and a halter. She knocked on Alan's door but there was no answer. She went ahead to breakfast by herself. After breakfast, all the students again met in Doug's room.
"Here are the morning schedules," Doug said. "I've given each of you a partner and you know what you're supposed to do."
Gayle expected to be assigned with one of the boys she knew or with Doug. Instead she found herself paired with a sleepy-looking boy named Ted Billings. Ted was the class brain. He made high grades in everything.
Gayle went back to her room to get her pack. She carried strings to tie off plants, index cards, drawing paper to make impressions, and note pads. Also she carried lunch and a thermos of cold water. She didn't figure Ted would want to came back until late in the evening.
She wished that Doug had put her with someone more compatible. Ted was boring, and it would be no fun hiking through the mountains with him. The only thing he'd appreciate would be the flora and fauna.
She met Alan and Mark as she left her room. They both had wide grins across their faces.
"Hello, Gayle," Alan said. "So you were stuck with good old Ted. What a shame."
"Yes," Gayle said.
She started to go past them and Mark put one hand on her shoulder.
"Wait," he said. "We want to talk to you. Step back in the room for a moment."
"I'm late," she protested. "Ted will be waiting."
"Now," Mark said.
She shrugged and stepped back into her room. Alan and Mark followed. Alan let the door shut softly. Mark stepped up to her and drew her into his arms. She didn't protest as his hot lips met hers. She felt weak.
His hands went around her back and untied the halter. He pulled it away. She was shaking as his mouth found one of her already hard nipples.
"Oh," she moaned. "Oh Mark."
He laughed and stepped back. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and motioned for her to lie on the bed. She stripped off her shorts and panties and lay down. She spread her legs, giving him a full view of her blonde thatch.
"Delicious," he said. "Really delicious-looking." His cock was rock hard and trembling with excitement. She touched it as he climbed into the bed beside her. Touching his cock caused her to grow faint with pleasure.
There was little foreplay. He seemed to realize that there was no need for any. She was already hot and ready to go. He rolled over on top of her and plunged his cock into her warm cunt.
"Oh," she moaned. "I need that. How I needed that."
He moved in and out of her slowly. His hands cupped her hot ass-cheeks and began to massage them. One finger slipped into her asshole and caused her more exciting sensations.
"Oh you hot fucking whore," Mark groaned. "Oh you sweet fucking pussy. I could fuck you all day long. Oh baby! Oh fuck!"
Gayle felt the mattress sag and realized that Alan was also getting on the bed. She turned her head so that she could see him. He had his hand wrapped around his meaty cock and he was smiling.
"Turn her on her side," Alan urged. "Let's make this a threesome."
Gayle wasn't sure what he meant, but Mark left her. He pulled her over onto her side and pushed his cock into her once more. And then she felt Alan's cock probing at her asshole. Gayle tried to twist away.
"No," she said. "No. I've never done it that way. No, I couldn't."
"I'll be gentle," Alan promised. "I'll be very gentle."
Gayle screamed and again tried to twist away from them, but Mark would not allow her to. He grasped her firmly around the waist and pulled her against his chest.
"Go ahead, Alan," he said.
"I've put some grease on," Alan said. "Just take it easy. It'll only hurt for a while."
She felt his cock once more stretching the entrance of her anus. There was an awful pain. She screamed again and Alan put a hand over her mouth.
"Just relax," he said. "Just relax and take it easy. I won't hurt you."
There were tears in her eyes as he pushed his cock in deeper. She could feel him moving his hips as he tried to push his cock in all the way. Finally he gave a hard shove and his cock plunged into her ass up to his balls.
Gayle went black for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, she felt two pricks pounding into her. The pain was gone. It was being replaced by those same delicious sensations she had been feeling earlier.
She had never believed that she'd like having a prick in her ass, but she found that she was enjoying it. It was different from the prick in her cunt. It gave her a warm, filled feeling.
"Oh God," she moaned. "It's good. I never dreamed it could be so good."
"I told you you'd like it," Alan grunted. "You ought to learn to listen to your old Uncle Alan."
She moaned as they kept slamming their meaty pricks into her. They kept up a sweet rhythm as they fucked her. She felt the first of Mark's jism splash into her cunt.
"Oh fuck!" she cried. "I can feel you filling me! Oh shit, give it to me good! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Give it to me real good! Oh mother fuck!"
Both young men groaned and released their loads of sperm into her cunt and ass. She closed her eyes as their pricks kept filling her up.
"That was nice," Mark said, giving her tittie a squeeze. He rolled away from her and stood up. Alan remained in her ass until his prick became limp enough to just fall out.
"You've got a beautiful ass," Alan said.
Both men got up and got dressed. Gayle lay there for a while longer.
"Now come on," Mark said. "Get up and shower. You've got a trip to make."
"I know," Gayle said. "I already told you I was late. Ted's probably gone without me."
"I hardly think so," Alan said with a smirk. "Now take that shower. And put on some perfume. We want you to smell real good."
Gayle gave him a curious look, then did as she was told. She found that she wasn't shy at all about being naked in front of them. She came back into the room drying off. She put a couple of dabs of perfume underneath her titties and on her neck.
She dressed again in the tight shorts and halter top. Alan tied it for her.
"Now," Gayle asked, "what's this all about?"
"Have you been wondering how you got put with Ted?" Mark asked.
"I thought about it," Gayle answered.
"It was our idea," Mark said.
"Yours?" Gayle said incredulously. "Why did you want me with Ted?"
"For a good reason," Alan explained. "You know Ted is the smartest guy in class."
"Yes," Gayle said.
"You also know that the exam is coming up in two weeks. It's going to be a tough one. Ted will graduate first in the class."
"So?" Gayle asked.
"It just so happens that a good friend of ours, Sharon Jones, is the second highest student right now."
"But what's that got to do with Ted and me?"
"Patience," Mark said. "We're coming to that."
"It's this way," Alan continued. "Sharon has a good chance of doing well on the exam. And the person who has the highest grade average will get that biology job on campus. You know how much Sharon needs that job."
"But what do you want me to do?" Gayle asked. She was really afraid that she knew what they wanted her to do.
"Just keep him busy today. So busy that he won't be able to catch up. He'll make a poor grade on the project and then he and Sharon will have an even chance on the exam."
"But that'll mean I'll make a bad grade too."
"What the hell?" Alan shrugged. "My project is almost the same as yours. I'll just get two of everything and we'll split on the way home."
"But how will I keep him busy?" Gayle asked.
"I think you know," Mark said with a grin.
Gayle had a momentary shiver of excitement. Ted was not really exciting, but it would be somewhat like hunting. She'd seduce Ted and that would be interesting because Ted never looked at anything except biology notes.
"Anyway," Mark said. "I think he's a virgin. That ought to really be an experience."
Gayle had a sudden mental picture of Sharon. She was one of those lithe, tanned, sweet-looking young girls that had always made her so jealous.
"Why can't Sharon do her own dirty work?" Gayle asked.
"Two reasons," Alan answered. "One reason is that Sharon has to spend every minute getting her project together, and another is that Ted can't stand her. He wouldn't look twice at her even if she was stark naked and begging for his cock. He just wouldn't. But you. I think you can do it."
"Why?" Gayle asked. "Why me?"
"Hell," Alan said. "I've seen the way he looks at you. I think he'd jump at you in a minute."
Gayle shrugged. It was true that she had seen a strange expression in Ted's eyes at times. It was not really lust, but it was an expression of deep longing.
"I don't know," Gayle said.
Gayle really didn't know if she could do it or not. Just because he looked at her didn't mean he would drop everything at the first opportunity to fuck her. And she was a little afraid of failing. Also, she wasn't sure that it was right or fair. She didn't know Sharon. She wasn't sure that she wanted to do anything for her.
"I don't know," Gayle said again. "I just don't know."
There was a knock at the door.
"Gayle," Ted called through the door. "We're late. We have to get started."
Both Alan and Mark gave her imploring looks.
"You don't have long to make up your mind," Mark said. "But remember this and maybe it'll help. Ted can probably find a job on any high school staff anywhere. His father is very high up in education. And Ted's a bad-tempered person. He doesn't care who he hurts or what he says. He was asked if he would help Sharon out. I told him that Sharon had some personal problems, and that she really needed that job. He laughed at me. He told me to hell with Sharon. Think about that."
"Hurry up, Gayle." Ted's voice was impatient. "What are you doing in there? I don't have all day."
It was Ted's voice that helped her make up her mind. She didn't like the sound of it. She didn't like the way he sounded so high and mighty.
"I'll do what I can," Gayle promised.
Alan kissed her on the lips.
"We appreciate it, Gayle," Alan said. "We really do. Thanks a lot."
"I don't promise anything," Gayle said. "I'll just do what I can."
Alan gave her nipple a playful tweak through the cotton halter.
"Just show him those," Alan said. "Show him those and he'll go crazy."
Chapter Five
Ted gave her a dirty look when she came back outside.
"What kept you?" he asked. "You know we have to get started early."
"You could have left," Gayle said.
"You know Doug said we have to stay together. That's the whole idea. We stay together to stay safe."
"And you feel safe with me?" Gayle asked teasingly.
Ted gave her a curious look. Ted wasn't sure of himself with Gayle. There was something about her that attracted him far more than he had ever been attracted to any woman. In fact, Ted hadn't ever really been attracted to any girl.
His one love was science. He had wanted to teach science from the time he was a child. His parents had pushed him along, but he didn't mind. It had been a direction he wanted to go in.
There had been girls. Girls who had flirted with him, or showed interest in him. But somehow his mother had always managed to get rid of them.
"Don't look at girls like that," his mother had always told him. "They only want one thing. If you're not careful then you'll have to marry one and your career will be ruined."
But Gayle wasn't a girl and that was one of the reasons that she interested him. She was a woman. She had a woman's figure and a woman's intelligence. She didn't ask foolish questions in class and she didn't wear clothes that always showed everything she had.
She was a lady. Of course, today she didn't look like much of a lady with those tight shorts and that revealing halter. But he attributed her attire to the hot day.
As far as Ted was concerned, she still looked like a lady.
Ted watched her walk up a bank ahead of him. The tight shorts encased her ass-cheeks like two ripe melons. Ted licked his dry lips. He realized he wasn't thinking much about his project and he knew he should be. The exams were only two weeks away, and his project was the last grade he could make. He needed a high grade. Then why the hell couldn't he keep his mind on what he was supposed to be doing?
But he kept wondering what it would be like to fuck Gayle. What it would be like to suck on her tits, to stick his hard prick between her legs. To know the body of a woman.
He knew that most boys his age had already lost their virginity. He had had one chance to lose his, and that had been when he was about fifteen. He hadn't taken advantage of his opportunity but that was mostly inexperience and the fault of his mother.
"Hey," Gayle said. "What are you thinking about?"
Ted came back to the present and realized that be was walking beside Gayle. He was a little taller than Gayle and he found himself looking down at her. He could see the tops of her bare breasts pushing at the low-cut halter.
"Hmmm," he said to himself. "I've got to stop thinking like this. I've got to start thinking about the project."
"This looks like a good place," Gayle pointed out. "Plenty of grass and trees."
Ted looked around him. It was a good place. He could hear a stream down below. There were plenty of trees and it looked like a place that was very seldom traveled. There was a carpet of soft spring grass underneath their feet.
"Yes," he agreed. "We should be able to find plenty of material around here."
"Do you want to eat lunch first?" Gayle asked. "Or do you want to start right away?"
"Lunch?" Ted looked bewildered. He had forgotten that they would not have time to return for lunch.
"Didn't you bring any?" Gayle asked.
"No," Ted admitted.
"Trust a man to forget his head," Gayle said. "Well, no matter. I've got enough for both of us. I hope you like chicken salad."
"Yes," Ted said.
"Good. Why don't we sit down by the river and eat? That looks like a nice shady place."
Ted followed her jiggling ass-cheeks willingly as she walked down to a shady spot near the river. She took her pack off and put it down.
"I brought us a blanket," she said.
He helped her to unfold it and put her sack of sandwiches in the middle. He wasn't hungry but he ate a little. The truth was he didn't want to go back to work too quickly. He wanted to stay and look at her.
"Well," Gayle said. "That's the last of the food. I guess we should get at it."
Gayle saw the look that passed over his face, and she smiled inside. He didn't want to go back to work. The great Ted who never thought about anything but work, wanted to stay and look at her tits. Well she would give him a show.
She bent forward to gather up the trash, and gave him a full view of her creamy tits. She heard him gasp. She looked up to see him red-faced and staring.
"Whew," Gayle said. "It sure is hot. Listen, I think I'll cool off in the water for a few minutes. Just let my legs rest in it. Then we'll get started."
"Sure," Ted said. "I'll just gather up a few specimens."
"Don't be in such a hurry," Gayle pouted. "We have all day. Come on down and coal off with me."
Ted jumped like a fish at a tempting bait. He followed her down the bank and sat down beside her as she let her long legs dangle in the water.
"It's cool," she said. "It really does feel good." Ted put a hand on her knee. He didn't know what he was thinking but it seemed like a natural thing to do. He couldn't help himself.
"Ted," Gayle said. "Your hand feels nice. Don't take it away."
Ted was sweating. She could see the big drops breaking out on his forehead. Gayle knew it wasn't quite that hot. He was sweating from something else.
Gayle was enjoying herself. More than she had enjoyed herself for a long while. Ted was like a little boy. He was so afraid and unsure of himself.
Gayle put her hand over his and urged him to rub his hand around a little. His hand felt cool on her hot flesh. She urged his hand faster and directed him to wider circles. Soon his hand was brushing against the bottom of her shorts.
"Why don't you feel my titties?" Gayle asked. "You've been wanting to all day long."
She almost laughed at the way the blood rushed to his face. His hands began to tremble. She leaned forward to give him another full view of her magnificent titties.
"Come on," she urged. "Why don't you feel them? I don't mind. I'd kind of like it."
"No," Ted said, standing up. "This is wrong. You're a married woman and I should be working on the project. Let's get started."
Ted had wanted to. He had really wanted to, but a sudden mental picture of his mother had flashed before his eyes. His mother with her fat face and peppermint breath and matronly tits.
"But Ted," Gayle said, "we weren't doing anything wrong. We were just doing what comes natural."
"We have to work," Ted said.
He started walking back up the bank. Gayle knew he was being very strong but she knew that he wasn't that strong. No man was. She took Alan's advice. He had said to show Ted her tits and he wouldn't be able to resist her.
"Well I'm not going to stay so hot when I can easily cool off," Gayle said.
She reached behind her back and untied her halter. She let it fall away to reveal her rose-tipped tits. Ted had stopped and he was staring at her. He was licking dry lips.
"You shouldn't show me those," he said.
"Why not?" she asked. "I'm not ashamed of them. Do you think they're ugly or something?"
"No," he said. "They're beautiful. They're very damned beautiful."
"Then why not touch them?" she asked. "They won't bite. I promise they won't."
She walked up the bank and rubbed them against his chest. Ted couldn't stand it any more.
He brought both hands up to cup her titties. He kneaded them like dough and a pleased expression came to his face.
"You've never touched any before," she said.
"No," he admitted.
"You've never fucked a woman?" she asked.
"No," he admitted.
"Then why not? There's no better time than today. Unless you think I'm ugly and you don't want to."
"No," he said. "I don't think you're ugly."
"Then maybe you're not able."
She dropped her hand at ran her fingers along the length of his cock. His cock was already stiff. He was so big! The biggest cock she had ever put her fingers on!
"My God!" she said. "You're huge! How have you been hiding that thing all these years?"
"I don't know what you mean," he said.
"Jesus fucking Christ! That cock is a cock that a lot of girls would pay you for. That's a beautiful cock you have there. Really beautiful."
Her hand had clutched him tightly. She couldn't believe her luck. She had wanted to have a good time but she'd never expected such a monstrous cock. She wanted to see it. She wanted to feel the naked skin of his cock, she wanted to suck it into her mouth, into her steaming cunt.
"Let's get on the blanket," she urged. "Quickly. I want to see that monster."
Ted had no more arguments left. His cock was hard and all he could think of were those two huge tits brushing against him. He wanted to see her completely naked and he wanted to sink his cock into her warm and willing flesh.
"Come on," Gayle urged again.
They sank down onto the blanket. His mouth went to one of her nipples and he began to tongue her. Gayle could feel shivers of pleasure explode all along her body. She could also feel wetness between her legs and she knew she was already excited enough for his cock.
But she didn't hurry him. She allowed him to take his pleasure. He sucked in one and then the other huge tit. He groaned as he sucked and teased her nipples.
"Oh God," he said, raising up. "I've wanted to do this for so long. So long."
"Poor baby," Gayle said, pulling his face back to her titties. "Poor baby. Now we're going to make you feel good. You're going to feel better than you ever have. Suck on my titties, Ted. Suck them good and hard."
She pushed her head back as his lips continued to ravage her titties. It felt so good. So good. Delicious sensations filled her body. She reached between them and began to fondle his big cock. It drove him wild. He began to bite at her titties with tiny nips of his teeth. Damn, but he seemed too good to be a virgin.
"Oh baby," she moaned. "Oh baby I need you! I need you so bad!"
She fumbled for a moment at his zipper and finally got it pulled down. She reached inside his trousers and jerked out his monster cock. She ran her fingers up and down his shaft.
"Don't," he warned. "I'll come."
"You're going to come," she said. "You're going to come again and again. I promise."
She pushed him onto his back and looked at her with suspicious eyes. She smiled and ran her tongue down his throat and back up to his lips. She kissed him and let her tongue probe between his lips.
She drew back and her fingers undid the buttons of his shirt. He moaned as she gave his cock another soft rub. She pulled his shirt off and then tugged his undershirt off. She dropped her face to his nipples and sucked one hard little point into her mouth.
"Jesus Christ," he moaned.
"Just relax, baby," she said. "You haven't seen anything yet."
She tugged his belt apart and pulled his trousers over his rigid cock. She lifted his legs and tugged his trousers off. She then did the same with his shorts.
He had a skinny body but the monster cock stood up rigid and proud. She lowered her head and ran her tongue down the soft underside of his cock.
"God," he moaned. "Oh God."
She captured one of his soft balls between her teeth and bit down gently. He moaned loudly. She tongued his two balls for a few moments and then ran her tongue down into his crack, touching his asshole.
He began to move violently as she tongued him. She drove her tongue deeper into his anus and then went back up to his balls once more.
She knew from his groaning that he was not far from his climax. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She ran her tongue back up the underside of his cock and kissed his cock-head. She tasted a little of his salty jism.
"I'm going to come," he warned. "I can't wait. If you keep kissing me I'll come."
"That's all right," she said. "I want you to come. I want to taste your cum."
She slipped his blood-filled cock-head into her mouth. She sucked on the head for a moment and then she sucked the rest of his gigantic staff into her mouth. She was surprised that she could take it all, but she did take him to the balls.
"Oh shit," he groaned. "I'm going to come. I warned you! I'm going to come! Oh shit!"
He flooded her mouth with his thick sperm. Gayle quickly started swallowing but he came in gushers and she couldn't contain it all. Sperm ran down the sides of her mouth and onto her chin. She even felt some of it drop to her titties.
She didn't take her mouth away. She kept sucking him until he had quit trembling and his prick slowly went limp. Only then did she let his cock escape her mouth.
"Oh Gayle," he said. "That was wonderful. That was really wonderful."
"And we're not finished," Gayle said. "You still haven't had any pussy and today I'm going to make a real man out of you. You're going to remember this day for a long time."
Gayle stood up and stripped out of her shorts and panties. She saw his eyes go wide at the sight of her hairy blonde thatch.
"Taste it," Gayle said. "You'll like the taste." She straddled his face and she felt his tongue go inside her cunt. He wasn't shy. His tongue began to move around as if he had years of experience eating pussy. His lips found her clit and began to suck on it.
"Jesus," Gayle said. "Oh Jesus!"
She allowed him to suck her for a long while. She tried to keep herself from growing too excited. She wanted to come with his monstrous cock inside her.
She finally pulled herself away and stretched out beside him. She kissed him on the lips and tasted her own juices on his tongue.
She reached down and began to fondle his cock. He was half-hard already, and it took only a few moments before his cock became rigid again.
"That feels good," he moaned.
"And this is going to feel better, baby," she said. "Get on top of me. Get on top and stuff that piece of meat deep into my cunt. I want to feel it there, Ted. I want to have it inside me."
Ted rolled over on top of her. She felt his huge prick at her cuntlips, felt him pressing against her. She opened her thighs wider to permit him easier entry.
"Go ahead," she urged him. "Fill me up. Give it to me good."
He pushed into her. She shivered as her cunt stretched out of shape to permit entry to his gigantic cock. She pushed her pussy at him, trying to suck him in.
"Hard," she moaned. "Push hard."
Ted gave his hips a twist and pushed hard. His cock went into her juicy pussy deeper than any cock had ever gone. She felt his prick almost in her stomach.
"Oh shit!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard! Fuck me like a whore! Treat me like a whore! Rub your chest against my titties and fuck me hard!"
Her words urged him on. He was no longer gentle with her. He pushed his cock into her to his balls and he began to fuck her with hard, violent strokes. It was like they were angry at each other instead of making love. Gayle felt her body shake and tremble at each long stroke of his monster cock.
"Jesus Christ," she moaned. "Oh fuck! Give it to me! Fuck me good! Give it to me good, baby! Hard! Fuck me harder! Please fuck harder!"
He slammed into her viciously. He cupped her ass with his skinny hands and kept jabbing his huge hunk of meat hard into her cunt.
"Jesus!" she cried. "It's so good! I've never felt it so good! Oh give it to me, baby! Give it to me good!"
She could feel his prick expanding, getting ready to shower her with his cum. She raised her legs and crossed them behind his back and his cock was going deep into her cunt.
"Fuck!" she cried. "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!"
She felt his prick jump and then the gusher of sperm came. She felt him shooting deep inside her, felt his cum running out between her legs, felt his prick jumping and trembling.
"Oh shit," she moaned. "Oh shit. I loved it. I love every drop."
He finished and fell away from her with a loud sigh. He lay on his back for a long time looking up at the sky. His limp prick still oozed sperm. She touched it. She circled her fingers around it and began to massage him tenderly.
"We should get back to work," he said. "We've got a lot to do."
"Do you really want too?" Gayle asked.
And Ted realized that he didn't want too. What he wanted to do was fuck with Gayle all day long. To hell with the project and to hell with high grades and to hell with his mother. He found something he liked better than getting good grades in science.
"Hell no," he said softly. "All I want to do today is fuck. Just fuck."
Gayle giggled softly and kissed him.
"Then that's what we'll do," she said.
Chapter Six
Mark and Alan were sitting on her bed when she came in that evening. She noticed that Alan had kept his promise. There were about fifty plants tagged and bundled in a corner.
"You looked wrecked," Alan pointed out.
Gayle realized that her short blonde hair was a tangled mess and that her clothes looked as if they had been slept in. Plus she had a weary look on her face.
"Thanks," Gayle said.
"I mean you look tired," Alan said apologetically. "I really didn't mean to say that you look bad. You could never look bad."
"Well I feel bad," Gayle said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I feel terrible. I feel like I've gone through a wrecking machine."
"Well what happened?" Mark asked impatiently.
"I kept him from doing a thing all day long," Gayle said. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
"You mean he didn't do anything?" Mark asked.
"Not a thing," Gayle said. "And I think he'll be too tired to do much tomorrow."
"Gayle," Alan said with a grin. "You're a sweetheart. I knew you could do it."
"Right now," Gayle said. "I could do with a shower and about six months' rest. Don't call me. I'll call you. In about a week."
"I think we're being told to leave," Alan said.
"I think so too," Mark said.
Mark reached down and fondled her bare knee. Alan gave her a soft kiss on the mouth.
"Thanks," Alan said. "We appreciate it. You're a wonderful girl."
"I'm just a tired girl," Gayle said. "Now get out and leave me alone."
Alan and Mark left her alone. She leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes. Every muscle in her body ached. She wanted to go to the shower but she was afraid she'd pass out going there.
Finally she gathered up the strength to move. She undressed and dropped her clothes on the floor. She walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. She made it hot enough so that she could just stand it. She knew the steaming water would bring back a little feeling.
Just as she started to step into the shower, she heard her door open.
"Goddamn it," Gayle said. She really was angry. "I told you I'd call you."
Gayle grabbed a towel and walked back out of the bathroom. She was glad she had. Sharon stood there. Pretty little Sharon with the perfect figure and the long blonde, hair that just touched her ass.
"Hello, Sharon," Gayle said. "I didn't expect you. I thought it was the boys again."
She realized that she really didn't have a good reason for the boys to be coming into her room, but she didn't much care about that. She felt like Sharon would already know what was going on. Sharon didn't look like the kind of girl that men kept things from.
"I know," Sharon said. "I shouldn't be bothering you. I know you've had a rough day but I had to come... I had to say thanks. You don't know how much that jobs mean to me."
"I suppose I do," Gayle said. "But listen. I'm very tired right now and I was about to take a shower. If you don't mind, we can talk later."
"I'll help you," Sharon said.
Gayle froze in her tracks. She couldn't believe she'd heard what she thought she'd heard. She looked back at Sharon. Sharon's face was so sweet, so innocent. Gayle thought that it was impossible to have heard her correctly.
"What did you say?" Gayle asked.
"I said I'd help. I know you're tired. You might need help scrubbing. I'm a good scrubber."
"You don't know what you're saying," Gayle said.
"Of course I do. I'm twenty-one years old and I know a great deal. Let me help, Gayle. I can be very nice to you. Very nice."
"Sharon," Gayle said harshly. "I'm very tired and I haven't time for games. Go away. I'm going to take my shower."
Gayle went back into the bathroom. She dropped her towel and stepped into the stall. She had to admit to herself that she was intrigued by Sharon's proposition.
Gayle had never had an experience with another woman, although there had been opportunities. She wondered if Sharon knew exactly what she was suggesting. Having her back scrubbed by another girl in the shower could lead to some interesting things.
She heard Sharon's soft step. She looked at Sharon and her eyes opened wide. Sharon had stripped off her blouse. She had tanned, full titties with large nipples. Those nipples became hard under Gayle's gaze.
"I owe you something," Sharon said.
Sharon took up a brush and began to rub Gayle's back. For a moment she was going to protest, but then Sharon's soft hands began to give her pleasant sensations.
Sharon scrubbed her back and then dropped the brush to Gayle's buttocks.
"Feel good?" Sharon asked.
"Oh yes," Gayle said.
"Turn around. Let me do your front."
Gayle had a moment of embarrassment as she turned, but Sharon seemed to be at ease. Sharon soaped Gayle's large titties and then her stomach and then soaped the place between Gayle's legs. Gayle realized she was sore down there but Sharon's fingers were gentle.
"I used to work as an aide in a hospital," Sharon said. "I'm really very good at bathing people."
"Yes," Gayle agreed.
Gayle had not believed it possible but she was getting some warm feelings between her legs. After all the fucking that she had done with Ted, she had believed herself incapable of feeling for a long while.
But somehow Sharon's fingers were giving new life to Gayle. She felt an itch between her legs and her ass-cheeks were quivering. She couldn't believe it but she was getting turned on.
"Let's go to bed," Sharon said. "I'll give you a real massage."
Gayle allowed herself to be pulled sleepily from the shower. Sharon dried her off and now and then one of her fingers would lightly caress Gayle's naked skin.
Sharon pulled her to the bed and Gayle lay down.
"Turn over," Sharon commanded. "I'll rub your back first."
Gayle turned over on her stomach. Sharon's light fingers began to caress and knead Gayle's back and shoulders. Slowly all the tenseness and pain drained from Gayle's body. The soft fingers seemed to be filled, with magic, a wonderful electric magic.
Sharon's hands moved to Gayle's buttocks. The fingers gently pulled the ass-cheeks apart and traced a line down Gayle's crack. The hands went lower, pulling at the muscles of her legs.
"Now turn over," Sharon whispered.
Gayle turned over and Sharon lowered her head. Gayle felt Sharon's tongue against the inside of her leg. Slowly the tongue traveled upward and sweet lips kissed Gayle's thighs, and then the velvet skin of her stomach.
Sharon moved upward until her face was just above Gayle's breasts. She lowered her head and captured one of Gayle's rosy nipples between her lips. She sucked on it for a few moments.
"Sharon," Gayle protested.
"Quiet," Sharon commanded. "Just relax and let me. I'll make you feel better."
Gayle was frightened and excited. The excitement was causing her pussy to become juicy. This was something that she had always been taught was very wrong. Sex between girls was supposed to be dirty, but she could feel nothing dirty about the lips that kissed her. Gayle squeezed her thighs together.
Sharon was sucking in more of Gayle's sweet, creamy flesh. She sucked it deep into her throat and used her tongue against it. Gayle moaned. Shivers of excitement were running up and down her body.
Sharon moved her head upward and kissed Gayle softly on the lips. Sharon's tongue probed between Gayle's lips and Gayle opened her mouth to accept it.
Sharon pressed herself against Gayle. Gayle felt Sharon's searching fingers probing between her legs and Gayle opened them. One of Sharon's fingers slipped easily into Gayle's juicy cunt.
"Ohhhh," moaned Gayle. "That feels good, Sharon. So good. I love your fingers."
"It's going to feel better," Sharon promised. "A lot better before the night is over."
Sharon slipped her finger out and moved her hands around to cup Gayle's ass. She began to squeeze Gayle's ass hard. It felt good. The hands were different from a man's. A man's hands were usually hard and demanding and Gayle loved a man. But Sharon's hands were soft and gentle, almost urgent, and Gayle found that she loved them also.
Sharon's mouth pressed once more against Gayle's and Gayle once more accepted the tongue.
Sharon drew back.
"I'm going to get naked," Sharon said.
"Yes," Gayle said. "I'd like to see you naked. You have very nice titties but I've wondered what the rest of you looks like."
Sharon gave her an impish smile and stripped out of her bottoms. She slipped out of her panties and stood naked before Gayle. Gayle had always thought Sharon slightly skinny, but she saw now that Sharon's body was perfect. Large boobs, thin waist, and creamy-white thighs, with a large golden thatch between her legs.
"You're almost the same color," Gayle giggled.
"What?" Sharon asked.
"Our pussies. They're almost the same color."
Now it was Sharon's turn to giggle. "I'd have never thought of that. We are nearly the same color."
"Twins," Gayle said.
Gayle was really tired but the sight of Sharon's naked body had turned her on even more. She could feel hot flashes between her thighs and her nipples were hard little points. She was feeling a very strong attraction for Sharon. Stronger than Gayle had ever believed possible to feel for any woman.
"Have you ever been loved by another woman?" Sharon asked.
"No," Gayle said.
"Then I'll be the first. I like that."
"Don't you think this is a little bit wrong?" Gayle asked.
"Wrong?" Sharon said, astonished. "What could be wrong about something that feels good? All you have to do is relax and enjoy it, and never let any old-fashioned morals get in the way."
Sharon straddled Gayle's knees. She lowered her head slowly. Gayle wanted her. She wanted Sharon's tongue between her thighs. She wondered what it would feel like.
Sharon touched her face to Gayle's blonde pubic hairs. Slowly her tongue curled in the hairs, licking and tasting and softly caressing.
"Mmmm," Gayle moaned. "That does feel good. Just like you promised."
Sharon pulled her head away. "It's going to feel better. I've just gotten started."
Sharon pushed her face into Gayle's pussy. Her tongue slipped into Gayle's hot cunt and tasted Gayle's hot juices. Sharon pulled her face away again and Gayle moaned in protest.
"Don't worry," Sharon said. "I won't let you down. I'll be back. I wanted to tell you how delicious you were. All hot and tasty."
Sharon bent forward again. Her tongue licked at Gayle's cunt entrance. Gayle moaned again. Sharon's tongue once more slipped inside Gayle's hot pussy. Sharon's tongue was experienced in bringing pleasure. In a few moments she had Gayle climbing the walls.
"Oh shit," Gayle groaned. "It feels so good. Oh shit, it does feel good. You've got a wonderful tongue, Sharon. A beautiful tongue."
Sharon began to lick faster, using all of the expertise that she had. Sharon had to admit that she was turned on by the older woman. She had originally intended simply to thank Gayle for what she had done.
But seeing her in that towel had made Sharon's blood boil. Sharon liked both men and women. She liked to suck cocks and to eat pussy. She had never seen anyone get as turned on as Gayle was getting. Gayle had a beautiful cunt. Sharon had meant it when she had said Gayle was tasty.
Gayle's hips were moving. Sharon's tongue was awakening new desires in her, desires that were strange but that felt really wonderful.
"Oh yes," Gayle groaned. "Oh yes, eat me. Eat me good. Eat my pussy."
Suddenly Sharon turned so that her own pussy was over Gayle's face. Gayle was turned off at first. She didn't mind being eaten but she didn't want to eat another girl's pussy. But the quivering cuntlips were so close, and Gayle licked out with her tongue. Sharon moaned with delight and it gave Gayle a new feeling to know she was capable of doing that to Sharon.
She pulled Sharon's cunt down over her face and slipped her tongue into Sharon's cunt. It was a new experience, a new taste, but Gayle wasted no time.
She felt Sharon's searching lips find her clit. That wonderful mouth, lips and tongue were trying to draw the life-blood out of Gayle. She pushed her pussy up at Sharon's face.
"Damn!" she cried. "It feels so good! It feels so fucking good! Oh eat my pussy, Sharon! Sharon, eat it good!"
Sharon was beginning to move against Gayle's licking tongue and Gayle knew it wouldn't be long before Sharon creamed. She wondered what it would taste like to take another woman's juice into her mouth, to actually swallow it. Would it be like swallowing a man's juices? Gayle had certainly been learning some new things on this field-trip.
"Oh shit," Sharon said, drawing back. "Oh shit. I think I'm going to come. I think I'm going to come. Oh shit! Oh shit! OH SHHTTT!"
Gayle tasted another woman's hot flood of juices for the first time. It really wasn't so bad. She tasted and swallowed and pushed her face deeper into Sharon's cunt.
Sharon lay quivering for a long while and then her tongue began to move once more inside Gayle. Gayle had had many climaxes that day, so many that she was wondering if her body were going to stand another. But she could feel the hot juices building up in her and she didn't want to stop Sharon.
"Mmmmm," Sharon moaned. "Ummm. You taste so good, sweet thing. So good."
Sharon began to lick faster and faster, and all the time she rubbed her face hard against Gayle's pussy. Gayle knew now that she was going to come again, and she knew it was going to be soon.
Sharon didn't pull her head back. She continued licking at Gayle until the trembling in Gayle's body subsided. Finally Gayle drew Sharon up to lie beside her.
"That was wonderful," Gayle said.
"Yes," Sharon agreed.
Gayle liked the warmness of Sharon's body beside her. She drew Sharon in close and felt Sharon's titties rubbing against her own.
"I should be leaving," Sharon said.
"No," Gayle protested. "Stay here with me tonight. I want you to sleep with me."
"Well," Sharon said. "I guess I could. My roommate probably wouldn't say anything if I did. But are you sure you want me to?"
"Yes," Gayle insisted.
"We might get carried away again," Sharon giggled.
"I don't care."
"I thought you were tired. Didn't you have a hard day? I mean that literally."
Gayle giggled. She gave Sharon a soft kiss on the cheek.
"I did have a hard day and I can hardly keep my eyes open. But I'd like for you to stay."
"Okay," Sharon agreed. "But I must leave early. We wouldn't want anyone walking in on us. It would be kind of hard to explain."
"Yes," Gayle said, "wouldn't it?"
Chapter Seven
"Well, well, well," Mark said. "I wonder what's been going on here?"
Gayle opened sleepy eyes and saw Mark and Alan standing in the doorway. She had forgotten that she'd left the door between the apartments unlocked. Sharon jumped out of her arms as if she'd been bitten.
"This looks very nice," Alan said.
"Well get your eyes full," Sharon said shortly.
Sharon pulled the covers down and stood up. Gayle watched Alan's eyes. She had always thought that Alan had been Sharon's lover, but she could now tell that he hadn't been.
He wasn't looking at her with the eyes of one who had often seen her. He was looking at her with eyes filled with lust and need. She noticed a bulge in his trousers.
"Well," Sharon said. "Is there enough for you? Do you like what you see?"
Alan let out a deep breath. He had wanted to see Sharon naked for a long time. He had often wondered what her body looked like. He knew she was no virgin, but he also knew he had never been able to get into her panties.
"Damn you," Alan said. "You won't let me have any but you jump into bed with Gayle. No wonder you didn't want a man."
"A man I could stand," Sharon said sweetly. "It's you little boys that turn me off."
"Shut up," Mark said.
He walked to Sharon and cupped one of her firm titties. He bent his head and kissed her on the lips. Gayle could see her tongue slipping into Mark's mouth. She could also see the look of anger and self-pity that came over Alan's face.
"So it's been you two," Alan said. "My best friend and my girl."
"Hey," Mark said. "Don't worry about it. She's just a good fuck. I didn't want to marry her."
"Yes," Sharon said. "Your problem was that you were always so serious with me. That scared me. I didn't want to get married for a long time."
"But..." Alan said.
"No buts," Mark interrupted. "Sharon wouldn't mind letting you have a little. She's told me that lots of times. But you just can't be so serious."
Alan looked from Sharon to Mark and back at Gayle. Sharon gave him a smile. Gayle also gave him a smile. Gayle felt a little warm between her legs.
"I need you, Sharon," Alan said. "I've needed you for so long."
"Well come and get it," Sharon said. "Gayle won't mind if we use her bed."
Gayle moved over but she made no attempt to get out of the bed. She couldn't believe that Sharon was actually suggesting that she and Alan fuck on her bed. But if they were going to, then Gayle wasn't about to leave. This was her weekend for flying new things, and she had never watched a man and a woman fuck.
Sharon sat down on the edge of the bed. Alan hadn't moved. There was a look of shock and still a little anger on his face. He wanted to jump at Sharon. Gayle could tell that by the bulge between his legs. But he still wasn't sure about how he felt.
"Come on," Sharon said.
"You've been fucking Mark all this time," Alan said. "All this time I've been begging you."
"Yeah," Sharon said with a shrug. "We met a few years ago. But honestly, Alan, I would have let you have it ages ago but you just came on so strong."
"But I loved you."
"Love!" Sharon laughed. "You didn't love me. You just wanted to stick your cock in me. I didn't mind that, but I was afraid you'd propose if I let you."
"I would have," he admitted.
"Then isn't this better?" Sharon said. "Isn't it better to just go to bed and enjoy yourself than to worry about marriage and other problems?"
"Sure it is," Mark said. "Alan knows it is. But he was just building you up, Sharon. He wanted you to be his homey little housewife."
"Come on, honey," Sharon said. "Relax. Come on over here and enjoy yourself."
Gayle watched as a number of expressions crossed Alan's face. Finally Alan seemed to relax and a thin little smile came across his face.
"I guess I was the sucker," he said.
"No," Sharon said sweetly. "You weren't a sucker. You just didn't understand me."
"I still want you, Sharon. Probably more than I've ever wanted any woman."
"You have me here. Come and take advantage. I won't fight too hard."
Alan walked over to her. He sat down beside her on the bed. Both of them had forgotten Gayle. Gayle had edged over to the far side of the bed and she watched them with breathless anticipation.
Alan kissed Sharon. His mouth opened and his tongue slipped in between her lips. Gayle knew that Alan must have been feeling that same fiery tongue that she had felt the night before. That warm, wonderful tongue.
Alan pressed her against the bed and his face pressed against her titties. Gayle wished that it were her own titties that he was licking and sucking.
Gayle was getting hot between her legs. She opened her thighs and inserted two fingers as she watched. She felt her hands being pulled away and she looked up to see Mark.
"You don't have to play with yourself, honey," he said. "There's another man in the room."
"Yes," Gayle said. "Come make love to me."
"I'll fuck you," he said.
"Yes," she said. "That's what I mean. Come fuck me. Fuck me good."
Gayle brought his head down to her own and kissed him. He had nice lips and she realized that she hadn't really kissed him good. Not with her tongue. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and his tongue joined hers.
His hands cupped her naked tits and began to squeeze them rhythmically. His fingers found her nipples and he teased them until they were hard little points.
"Oh Jesus!" she cried. "Oh Jesus, Mark!"
Gayle turned her head as Mark lowered his. She felt his warm, wet lips at her titties. He sucked her flesh into his mouth and massaged her with his tongue.
Gayle could see Sharon and Alan. Sharon had gotten Alan almost completely undressed. In fact, all Alan had on was his underwear. Sharon soon pulled that off over his already stiff cock.
Gayle felt her juices flow as Sharon lowered her head and began to suck on Alan's cock. Alan groaned and little beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He began to move his hips as Sharon's luscious-looking mouth rapidly went up and down on his hard cock.
"Oh God," he moaned. "Oh Jesus. Suck it, Sharon honey. Suck it good. Oh God, I love it!"
Gayle felt her thighs being pressed apart and realized she was about to get it from Mark. She opened wider as she felt his hard cock pressing against her pubic hair. He had not undressed. He had only slipped his trousers down to his knees and released his rigid cock.
"Oh yes," Gayle moaned. "Give it to me. Give it to me good, baby. Slam that big hunk of meat deep in my pussy! Please fuck me hard!"
Mark grunted as he pushed his cock into her. She felt him stretching her cuntal walls as he entered. There was nothing tender in his fucking and Gayle did not want tenderness. She didn't need tenderness.
She turned her head so that she could see Sharon and Alan once again.
Sharon had stopped sucking Alan's cock. Now she had crawled up on her hands and knees and turned so that her buttocks were in Alan's face. His tongue was fucking out at her pussy. Gayle could see his tongue entering the thatch of blonde hairs, and it made her shiver.
"Oh fuck!" she said. "Oh Jesus fuck! I love to have a big cock in me!"
She was loving Mark's cock slamming into her but she was also loving to watch Sharon and Alan. She had never realized how exciting it could be to watch two other people fucking. Especially two people as beautiful as Alan and Sharon.
Mark was breathing heavier and he was quickening his pace. Gayle knew he was nearing his orgasm. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back.
"Give it to me, baby," she moaned. "Give it to me good. Oh God, I can feel you going deep inside me. Come on, baby, come! Come! Come!"
Her frantic cries caused him to erupt deep inside her cunt. She felt his cum pouring out of his cock and she lifted her hips to catch every drop.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "I'm coming, Mark. I'm coming with you! Oh yes, oh yes! OHYES!"
She flooded him with her hot cunt juices. He didn't pull out of her. He remained like that with his semi-hard prick still deep inside her.
Gayle heard Sharon crying softly. She turned her head to look. Now Sharon was catching Alan's cock. She was still on her hands and knees and he was driving into her from the back. She could hear the smack of his balls against Sharon's pussy.
"That's it!" Sharon cried. "Oh my God, you're doing it! You're making me come! Oh holy shit, it feels good! It really feels good! Give it to me, baby!"
Alan began to fuck her faster. He was groaning and the sweat was still pouring off his brow. Sharon began to move her hips wildly. It was like she was going crazy. Gayle watched in amazement.
"Oh shit," Sharon groaned. "I'm coming. I'm going to come. Oh shit, I can feel you coming! I can feel you pouring your juice inside me! It feels so good! So good! Oh shit! OH HOLY SHIT!"
Gayle watched as his cock slipped out of her cunt and left a white streak down the backs of her thighs. Sharon dropped on her stomach.
"Oh dear Jesus," Sharon moaned. "That was too good. Just too fucking good."
Alan fell between Sharon and Gayle. His hands were resting on both of their thighs. Gayle could feel Mark's cock growing inside her. Bigger and bigger.
Suddenly he pulled out. She could see his cock-head filled with blood and glistening with his cum.
"Now watch," he said. "There's nothing finer than a little of Sharon's ass."
Before anyone knew what was happening Mark had crossed to Sharon. He pulled her up and pushed his cock against her tiny anus. Gayle thought he was going to kill her. He couldn't possibly get that thing in there. But he did.
Sharon had a relaxed and dreamy expression as Mark pushed his cock into her ass. His cock went in easily all the way to the balls and he began to fuck her with slow, delicious strokes.
"My God!" Gayle said.
He began to fuck faster, his balls slapping against Sharon's luscious ass.
"Feels good," he moaned. "Feels real good. A nice, tight ass is sweet. Move it, Sharon. Move your ass, baby. I want to tear it tip."
Sharon began to move against him and he reached beneath to cup her titties. His face was growing red. He was moaning as he kept slamming his meaty cock into her.
"Oh shit," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to flood her sweet ass with my come. Oh shit. I'm going to give it to her. Here it comes! Oh fuck! HERE IT COMES!"
His buttocks tensed and then he withdrew his prick. His cum spurted all over Sharon's beautiful ass. It splashed against her ass and back in great gobs.
"Jesus," he moaned. "Oh Jesus."
Again Sharon fell to the bed as Mark took deep breaths. After a few moments, he stopped trembling. His prick had now gone limp and was tipped with a drop of pearly-white jism.
Gayle dropped her head and licked the drop off the end. Alan moved against her, his hands massaging her tits and his mouth seeking hers. She pulled up from Mark and allowed herself to be kissed by Alan.
She knew what he wanted. The same thing Mark had gotten. She rubbed against him, hoping he would put his cock in her pussy. But he wanted her ass.
"Better give it up," Mark observed. "I'm afraid he wants a little of your ass -- literally."
Gayle shrugged and turned over. She climbed to her hands and knees and felt him get behind her. His rough hands pulled her ass-cheeks apart.
"Be gentle," Gayle pleaded. "It's still a little sore from yesterday."
"Just relax and enjoy," Alan said.
Gayle felt him pushing into her. He entered her a little easier than before. His prick went into her ass to his balls and then he started the same, delicious strokes that Mark had used in Sharon's ass.
"Ummm," Gayle said. "I wanted that. I needed that. Umm, it feels better than yesterday."
"Sure," Mark said. "It feels good if you relax. But you have to relax."
"I'm relaxing," Gayle said.
It did feel good. His prick set off electric feelings throughout her body. She felt his cock-head as if he were fucking the inside of her stomach.
Someone was kissing her titties and she looked down to see a face with a web of blonde hair. Sharon had crawled underneath her and Sharon's lips were slowly sucking on Gayle's nipples.
"Oh," Gayle groaned. "You're making me feel too good. I think I'm going to burst. I'm going to crack wide open!"
"And they'll find you filled with sperm!" Mark laughed.
Gayle didn't bother to reply to his sarcastic comment. The cock in her ass was making her feel dreamy and content. She wanted to go on forever with Alan's cock slamming into her.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "I feel too good. I think I'm going to come. Oh Jesus, I'm going to come! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"
She felt herself grow wet with her juices and then she felt Alan's cock growing larger. She pushed back against him as he exploded into her. His hot, wet cum filled her ass.
"Give it to me, Alan," she moaned. "Give me every drop. Fill me with your cum."
Alan finally quit trembling. He fell away from her onto the bed. His withered cock now looked as if it would never grow hard again.
"Ummmm," Gayle moaned. "That was great. That was really fantastic."
"Yes," Sharon agreed. "We four should get together more often. We make a good team."
"Well I'm for breakfast," Alan said, standing up. "I could eat a fried horse. Why don't we meet you girls down there? I'll treat."
"Ha," Sharon said. "He must be feeling good if he's treating. He's the original Scrooge."
"Yes," Mark said, "but we're all witnesses and he can't get out of it now. I'm going to take a nice hot shower and then I'm going down there to eat that fried horse, courtesy of my friend and benefactor."
"I'm for the shower too," Gayle said. "A hot one."
Chapter Eight
They ate a quiet breakfast at the cafe down the street. Gayle found that she also could have eaten a fried horse. She finished two helpings of fried eggs and bacon.
"Whew," Gayle said, after finishing her last bite. "I didn't realize I was so hungry."
"Me too," Sharon said. "Another meal like that and I'd gain twenty pounds."
"Ha," Gayle said. "Wait until you get to be my age before you start worrying about your weight. Then you have something to worry about."
"I bet you never worry," Sharon said. "You look too pretty and you have a good figure."
"For now," Gayle admitted, "but another few years of married life will have me looking like a cow."
They all heard Ted Billings come in. He looked really bad. His face was worn and tired and he walked like a man who was near death. He sat down at a table near them.
"God," Sharon said. "Whatever did you do to him?"
"You mean what did he do to me," Gayle whispered. "I can still feel that monster cock of his fucking me. I didn't think he was ever going to stop."
"You mean that skinny little man has a big cock?" Mark asked.
"The biggest I've ever seen," Gayle said, and shivered.
"Maybe the biggest you've seen," Sharon said. "But it's not the biggest I've seen."
"How do you know?" Gayle asked. "Have you experienced Ted's cock?"
"No," Sharon admitted. "But there was a boy in my high school that would have put any boy's cock to shame. He was the one who took my virginity."
"Tell us about him," Mark urged. "I'd like to hear that story."
"Yeah," Alan agreed. "Tell us about him."
"Okay," Sharon said. "Rut don't make any comments until I'm done. It's kind of hard to tell this story."
"All right," all of them agreed.
Sharon had been born in a very small town. It was the kind of town where everyone knows everyone else, and everyone knows what everyone else is doing. Sharon had been from a good family. Her mother was a secretary and her father was a teacher.
Sharon had started winning the town's beauty contests from the time she was ten years old. Everybody thought she was a little darling when she was younger. And when she grew older, and her figure started forming, the judges would look at her with lusting eyes and elect her queen.
Sharon was happy. As happy as it was possible to be in a small town with nothing going on. But when she was about fifteen she began to discover something about herself. She was lying in bed one evening when she heard strange sounds coming from her parents' bedroom.
It was hot and they thought she was asleep so they had left their door open.
Sharon had grabbed her nightgown and walked quietly down the hall.
She peered in her parents' bedroom. Her father was lying on top of her mother and she thought they were wrestling. But there seemed to be sounds of pain coming from her mother and she almost rushed in to help her.
But then she realized that it wasn't sounds of pain that were coming from her mother's throat. They were sounds of pleasure.
Sharon began to remember all of the things she and her girlfriends had talked about. The curious talk about sex and babies, and mostly about boys.
All of them had seen at least one picture of a boy without his clothes. They all knew what a boy's cock was supposed to look like.
But her father was the first naked man she'd ever seen in the flesh.
She watched breathlessly as her father fucked her mother. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away. Her father was a thin, fair-looking man, and her mother had huge titties that bounced as he fucked her.
Sharon began to feel a little warm between her legs. She pulled up her nightie and started to rub herself through her cotton panties.
"Oh baby!" her mother was crying. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come off your big cock!"
"That's it!" her father said. "Fuck me, cunt! Eat me up with your hot pussy!"
Sharon was shocked. She jerked her hand from between her legs. She had seen and heard words like that. Usually they were written on bathroom walls or boys spouted them in school. But it was shocking to know that her parents actually knew words like that.
Her mother's ass came off the bed and a scream came from her throat as Sharon's father's cock erupted.
Sharon quickly went back to her room before her parents saw her. But she couldn't get the scene out of her mind. She kept hearing her mother's moans over and over in her mind.
She was not the same after that. She kept hearing the dirty words over and over again. She would feel hot flashes at the wrong moments. She found herself looking at boys, looking at their crotches and wondering what they had between their legs.
She had a date with her regular boyfriend that weekend. His name was Bobby Thompson. Her parents liked for her to date Bobby. Sharon felt like they thought he was too stupid to try and pull anything with Sharon.
He was stupid. The date was at a school dance and Bobby spent most of his time making jokes. He took her home early, telling her that he had a camping trip on Sunday morning and he wanted to rest up. He gave Sharon a little kiss at the front door and left her there.
Sharon didn't go inside. She wasn't ready to go in yet. She waited until Bobby had left and then she walked down the street. The evening was cool and clear. She hadn't walked very far before she heard a car coming up behind her. She was immediately angry. Her first thought was that it was Bobby coming back to check on her.
As soon as she turned around she saw it wasn't Bobby.
A tall, red-faced boy was sitting in the seat. At first she didn't recognize him but then she saw that he was one of the boys they called hoods around school. He wore blue jeans and a tight shirt.
"How about a ride, baby?" he said.
"No thanks," she said.
"Come on," he urged. "Get in. Aren't you getting tired of running around with that asshole?"
"You mean Bobby?" she asked.
"I mean asshole. He couldn't possibly appreciate a good-looking piece like you."
Sharon knew she shouldn't get in with him. He had a wild look in his eyes. She knew that he only went out with bad girls, girls who could be expected to be nice to him. He knew she wasn't that kind of girl. She was a good girl. A nice, going-to-church type girl. Then why did she feel so attracted to him?
"Get in, baby," he urged again. "Don't be shy. Nobody ever won a prize by being shy."
"Where will we go?" she asked.
"I thought we'd drive out to the river road. It'll be nice and quiet now."
There it was. The river toad. Nobody ever went to the river except for one purpose. Sharon had never been to the river road in her entire life.
"You're crazy," she said. "I wouldn't go up there with you."
"All right," he said. "But you really don't know what you're missing."
He turned the key and started the car again.
"Where are you going?" Sharon asked.
"Just riding," he said.
"Couldn't you stay for a while arid just talk?" she asked him.
"Why the hell would I want to do that? I can talk at home. This is a night for having a good time."
Sharon felt a deep longing inside. She wished she could just get into the car and ride. And have a good time. But she was a nice girl and nice girls didn't do things like that.
"Last chance," he said.
"No," she said. "I don't think so."
"Your loss," he said.
He pulled away from the curb with a screeching of tires and a rebel yell. He was an interesting boy, Sharon thought. A very interesting boy, but not the type of boy a nice girl should be seen with.
Sharon looked at her watch. Bobby had really brought her home early. She was not due back for another two hours. She didn't know where she was going. Maybe some of the stores along the street would still be open. She started walking again and suddenly found herself faced with three boys.
They were big, brawny boys, and they were as surprised to see her as she was to see them. They had been playing craps in an alley and they still held the money and dice in their hands.
"Well," the largest boy said. "What have we here? Something nice I see."
Sharon tried to push her way through them but the boys joined hands. She backed up and tried to walk around but they blocked her path again.
"What's the hurry, Sharon?" the same boy asked. "You going someplace?"
"Please," she said. "I have to go."
The boy caught her by the arm and drew her to him. His hand brushed against her breast.
"Very nice titties," the boy said. "You shouldn't try to hide them."
Sharon was frozen as, his hand started rubbing her tittie. She was wearing a dress that had two straps holding it up. He slipped one strap down her shoulder.
"Please," she said.
She attempted to twist out of his grasp but he encircled her waist with his strong arms. One hand slipped down her back and patted her ass.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Sharon," the boy said. "All we want is a little look at you. Just a little look is all we ask. You have such a nice body."
"Please let me go," Sharon begged.
She could smell beer on his breath. He started pulling her toward the alley. She tried to fight but the other boy caught her arms. She started to scream but the third boy clamped his hand over her mouth.
She had been hot and she wanted a man, but not like this. She was scared and there was no warmth between her legs. She was not attracted to these boys as she had been attracted to the boy in the car.
"Hold her legs," one boy said. "She's trying to kick."
They had her in the alley. They pushed her against the hard brick wall and one boy slipped her straps down. It was then easy to pull the dress away from her breasts.
"Would you look at them knockers?" one boy said. "They're beautiful."
"And I always thought she was skinny," the second boy said.
"Maybe her ass will be skinny," the boy suggested. "Is that right, Sharon? Do you have a skinny ass?"
"Please," Sharon said. "Let me go. Please let me go! Please!"
"That's right," the boy said. "You hot little cunt. Beg us. You've always got your nose up in the air. Now we're going to teach you what it means to have a pussy."
"Oh God no!" Sharon begged. "Please don't! Please let me go!"
The boy began to rub her titties hard. He was breathing heavily and she could feel his cock pressing against her. She suddenly knew that she was really going to be raped. These boys were not just playing games with her. They were going to gang-bang her.
She screamed. The boy put his hand back on her mouth and she bit him. She twisted out of the strong boy's grasp and started running toward the alley entrance.
The big boy caught her easily. Her jerked her back into the dark shadows of the alley. His hands cupped her titties and he began pushing his cock against her once more.
The boy she had bitten pushed him out of the way.
"Little bitch," he said. "I'll teach you to bite me. I'll teach you."
Sharon tried to dodge the blow but he struck her hard in tile stomach. Shooting pains doubled her up. He struck her another hard glow on the side of the head. She fell to her knees. Her stockings were ruined, her dress had gotten muddy somehow.
"Now stand up," the boy commanded. "Stand up and take that damn dress off. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to stick my cock right up your cunt."
"Please," Sharon begged.
"Stand up, cunt!" he said.
She straightened up. He was smiling. He hit her again. She couldn't believe the pains that racked her body. She was feeling sick.
"Do you want me to hit you more?" he asked.
"No," she answered. "No, please. Don't hit me again. I couldn't stand it."
"Good. Then take off that Goddamned dress. Do a little strip for us. We want to see your pussy. I bet you've got a snapping pussy."
Sharon realized she could do nothing. She didn't want to get hit any more. She stood up straight and started undoing the buttons of her dress. There were three buttons underneath her naked tits that kept the dress tight. When the buttons were undone the dress was loose. She let the dress fall. She was wearing a half-slip.
"Please," she begged. "Let me go. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go."
"Shut up, bitch," the boy said. "Now take off the slip."
"No," she said. "No, please."
"Do you want me to hit you again?"
She reached down to take off her slip. All of them heard the sound behind them. All three boys turned and found themselves face to face with a savage-looking boy.
"Get the hell out of here," one boy said. "You must be crazy," the savage-looking boy said.
Sharon recognized him as the boy she had met earlier. The boy she had been strangely attracted to. Now he had a more savage look about him.
"Please," Sharon said. "Please help me."
"Help you," one boy said. "He's not going to help you. I recognize him now. He's Johnny Barnes. He won't help you. He'll help us. How about it, Johnny? You want a little of this pussy?"
"Let her go," Johnny Barnes said softly.
"Let her go," the boy said. "Why let her go? Why should we let her go?"
"Because I say so."
"Who the hell are you?"
All three heard the click of the knife. Sharon heard it also, but she didn't know what it was. She gasped as she saw the shining blade.
"He's got a knife," one boy said.
Johnny was like, a whirlwind as he tore into them. In a moment all three boys were bloody. They finally gave the fight up. They turned and ran. Johnny stood there breathing heavily for a long while and then he turned to Sharon.
"Put your clothes on," he said.
He put away his knife and started walking back toward the entrance to the alley. Sharon pulled on her dress and quickly followed him.
"Wait," she said.
"What for? Why don't you go on home now? You're out too late for a nice girl."
"Why don't you take me for that ride?"
He looked at her curiously. Sharon was adjusting the straps on her dress.
"Are you sure you want to go anywhere with me?" Johnny asked.
"Yes," she said. "I'd like to have a good time for a change."
"Then come on," Johnny said. "We will have a good time. I'm a lot of fun."
She laughed. Sharon got into the car with him and again he pulled away with a screech of tires. Sharon had never been for a ride like the one he took her on. It was fast and scary. It was also very exciting.
He put the top down and she felt the wind blow against her face. She also felt the warmth between her legs again. She looked at Johnny. He was not the kind of boy she was used too. He was sure of himself and she knew he was probably dangerous.
That only seemed to make him more exciting.
He took her out to the river road and parked, but she had expected that. He took her in his arms and kissed her. His lips were warm and tingly. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. She had never tongue-kissed before. She'd heard other girls talking about it and she'd always thought it seemed nasty.
There was nothing nasty about his tongue. It was warm and exciting and seemed just right in her mouth. He had a delicious taste, a taste of wildness.
She pressed her thighs together as she felt a warm itch in her cunt.
She had to draw back.
"Johnny," she said. "Have you brought many girls here? I mean, have you done this with many girls?"
"Done what?" he asked.
"You know."
"You mean kiss them? Hell, I've kissed dozens of girls. Hundreds. Thousands."
"Have you..." she started to ask.
"Have I balled them?" he said. "Yes, I've fucked a few girls out here."
"Who?" she asked.
"Now you wouldn't want me to kiss and tell, would you?"
"No," she admitted. "I was just wondering if you'd been here with anyone I know."
"Probably," he said. "But I wouldn't worry about it. Kiss me again Sharon. You've got sweet lips."
She found herself being pressed against the door as he kissed her. She knew she should push him away. She also knew she should probably tell him to take her home. But she liked kissing him. She thought that she could control whatever else happened.
She felt his hands pulling down the straps of her gown and she couldn't fight him. He pulled her dress away from her tits and bent his head. For the first time in her life, Sharon felt a boy's lips sucking at her nipples. Warm, wet lips that sent her to places she had never gone before. She found herself running her fingers through his hair.
"Johnny," she moaned. "We shouldn't do this. We really shouldn't."
She wanted to demand that he stop but she couldn't. His lips were making her tingle with excitement. He sucked in almost all the creamy flesh of one tit. She felt his tongue rubbing against the flesh as he held her tit in his mouth.
"Oh God," Johnny, she said. "That really feels good. It feels too good."
He released her tit. He drew back and looked at her.
"You have beautiful titties," Johnny said. "Very beautiful. Let's get outside."
"Outside?" she said, "what'll we do outside?"
"I have a blanket in the back," he said. "A blanket that's thick and comfortable."
"I don't know," she said.
"Come on, sweets," he said. "We can take the blanket into that woods. Please."
His voice was so sweet and imploring that she couldn't resist. She knew what would happen if she went with him into the woods. She knew she would lose her virginity. Somehow that didn't matter.
"Okay," she said. "I'll go with you."
She got out of the car and followed him to the rear. He pulled out the trunk and got his blanket out. She walked with him into the woods.
"Don't be frightened," he said.
She was frightened. She felt a little as if she were going to her death. And the execution axe was between Johnny's legs. Johnny spread the blanket out on the grass. He sat down and looked up at her.
"Undress, baby," he said. "Let me see you. I know you're beautiful."
With nervous fingers she slipped out of her dress. Then her slip. She closed her eyes and kicked out of her panties. She heard his whistle of appreciation as she stood naked before him.
"God," Johnny said. "You are beautiful. I knew you would be."
"What do I do?" she asked.
Johnny smiled. He motioned for her to sit down beside him. She did as she was told and he ran a hand over her stomach and down to her cunt. He played for a brief moment with her curling blonde pubic hairs.
"Now undress me," Johnny said.
Sharon bent to the task immediately. She pulled off his shirt and exposed his bare chest. He was young but he already had a mass of thick chest hairs. She ran her fingers lightly across his muscular chest.
She bent her head down and kissed his chest. He tasted of sweat. She ran her tongue across his chest, licking in the sweet taste of him.
"Ummm," Johnny said. "Now my pants. Take off my pants."
Sharon swallowed as she reached for his belt. She was careful not to look at the huge bulge in his trousers as she unbuckled his pants. Carefully she pulled his belt apart.
She tugged at his zipper. It didn't come down the first time. She looked at Johnny and swallowed nervously again.
"Go ahead," he said.
"I'm afraid."
"Don't worry. It won't bite."
She tugged at his zipper and got it down. He lifted his hips as she pulled off his trousers. Now he wore only a pair of shorts. Sharon couldn't believe her eyes. His shorts were filled with a monstrous looking bulge. Surely it couldn't be all real.
"The shorts, baby," he said. "Take off the shorts. Take your first look at a real cock."
She pulled off the shorts with her eyes closed. It took her a few moments before she dared to open her eyes again. She almost choked at the first sight of the rigid pole of red flesh. His cock-head was enormous and tipped with a little spot of lubricating fluid.
The rest of the staff matched the cock-head. Large and awesome, it was colored with tiny blue veins. At the bottom of his staff were two huge hanging balls.
"God," Sharon said.
"Get to know it, baby," Johnny urged. "Touch it. Feel it with your hands."
Sharon touched his cock lightly and drew her hand back. He felt sticky and warm. She put her hands to his cock again. Johnny took her hand and wrapped it around his massive pole.
"Beat it a little," he said. "Move your hand up and down on it."
She began to move her hand up and down on his huge cock.
She could feel his prick trembling in her hand. It gave her a feeling of power. She realized that she had needed to examine a man's cock for a long time. Probably she needed one inside her also. But Johnny's cock looked so huge. Surely all cocks couldn't be like that.
"Johnny," she said. "Are all boys like this?"
"Are all boys like what?" he asked.
"I mean, are they all so big?"
Johnny laughed. "No," he admitted. "All boys aren't this big. I'm very big for my age."
"I thought so," she said, pleased. "So my first one is going to be an experience."
"It will be," he said. "Kiss it."
"Kiss it?" Sharon said, shocked. "But that's nasty! Only whores do that."
"Kiss it, baby," he urged. "Learn something."
Sharon bent her head and lightly kissed his cock. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft. His cock was saltier-tasting than his chest. She found she liked the taste. She licked his prick some more and then moved her face down to his balls.
She took one hanging ball into her mouth. She rolled it in her mouth for a few moments before moving to the other one. She sucked it into her mouth. She pushed it with her tongue before releasing it.
"Jesus," he said. "You're driving me crazy. Take my cock in your mouth, Sharon."
This time she didn't argue. She held his huge cock-head between her fingers and lowered her head. She took his huge cock-head between her lips. She tasted the lubricating fluid and quickly drew her mouth away.
"Take it, baby," Johnny urged. "Don't be afraid of the taste."
Again she sucked his cock into her mouth. She sucked him deep this time, feeling his cock push against the sides of her mouth. She took in as much as she could.
"Rub my balls," he said. "Use your fingers against my balls. Rub them softly."
Sharon stretched out on the blanket and rested on one elbow. She kept his cock in her mouth and used her fingers to trace across his balls. She felt his entire body shudder as she touched him.
Sharon remained like that for a long while. As she lay sucking his cock, she found that she was getting hotter and hotter. She wanted something between her legs. She wanted that huge and rigid cock in her virgin cunt.
Finally he pushed her away. He pushed her onto her back on the blanket. He pushed her legs apart. He lowered his head until his face was between her legs.
"Now I'll make you feel good," he said.
He touched his lips to her aching cunt. She almost cried out loud. Her nipples became hard little points. His tongue slipped into her cunt. Her eyes opened wide.
"Oh God," she moaned. "I've never felt anything like that. Oh God!"
He began to lick her cunt rapidly until she was warm with juices. Her hips were thrashing wildly.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Oh Jesus, your tongue feels good down there. Oh Jesus!"
She couldn't understand what was happening to her. But she knew she was experiencing some of what her mother had been experiencing that night.
His tongue left her cunt. She groaned in protest but a moment later felt his weight on her. His prick was probing between her legs.
"Open wider," he urged. "Open them."
She opened her legs wider and felt his rigid prick pushing into her virgin cunt. He pushed harder. She felt stretched and filled and there was a little pain but she knew she couldn't stop him now.
He gave another sharp jab with his cock and she felt him breaking through. One more push of his hips and his cock was deeply implanted in her cunt.
"Ummm," she moaned. "That feels as good as your tongue. Ummmm..."
"Fuck me, baby," Johnny urged. "Use your ass. Move it around."
She began to move against him as he drove into her with long strokes. He was so big that she was afraid he was going to split her apart, but it was giving her too many warm and delicious feelings.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "You're making me feel so good, Johnny. Your cock is making me feel so good. Oh God, Johnny! Oh fuck!"
Her using the word fuck seemed to drive him on to greater urgency. His cock began to slam into her furiously, and she met his every stroke with a push of her pussy.
"Good fuck," Johnny groaned. "Fucking good. I can't stand to wait. I'm going to come. I can't stand waiting."
She felt his cock grow inside her cunt and knew somehow that he was nearing his climax. She pushed at him as she felt the first of his jism explode inside her.
"Oh yes!" Sharon cried. "Oh yes! That feels good! Oh, I can feel you coming! Oh fuck! What's happening to me? I'm dying! I can feel my pussy getting hot and wet! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Jesus FUCKKKKK!"
She drenched his spurting cock with her hot juices as she came. Nothing had ever been so good.
Chapter Nine
"Whew," Gayle said softly. "That was some story. I get hot just thinking about that magnificent cock."
"Ahhh," Mark said. "The first cock that every girl sees always seems to be the biggest."
"Whatever happened to Johnny?" Gayle asked.
"I don't really know," Sharon said. "I saw him a few times after that night, and I never really forgot him. But our paths didn't seem to cross much after that."
"Poor thing," Alan said. "I bet you went for years dreaming about him."
Sharon smiled. She reached across the table and patted Alan on the hand.
"Not really," she said. "There's always been another good-looking boy around to take his place. Like you."
"Oh no," Mark said. "Here comes Ted. I wonder what he wants?"
Ted was approaching him. He stopped beside their table and looked at them all angrily.
"So it was a plan," he said. "All of you were in it together."
"Simmer down, Ted. Relax and I won't punch you in the nose." Mark looked as if he were seriously considering punching Ted. "Now what is all this talk about some sort of plan?"
"You know what I mean," Ted said. "All four of you planned what happened so that I wouldn't get any work done yesterday."
"Why Ted," Gayle said. "How could you accuse me of being in on something like that? After all we've been to each other."
"Fuck you," Ted said savagely.
"Now Ted," Mark said, standing. "You're pushing your luck. I'm a lot bigger than you are."
Ted was trembling. His fists were clenched and for a moment Gayle thought he was actually going to take a swing at Mark, but Ted seemed to gain control of himself. Perhaps he knew that Mark could kill him if he tried to tight him.
"All right," he said. "All right, I'll leave. But I'll tell you this, sweet Sharon. The plan won't work. I don't care if I have to stay up here an extra day. I'm in no hurry to get back. I'll get my project done and I'll make a high grade on it."
Ted stalked away from their table and out the door. There was silence for a few moments. Then Sharon shrugged.
"Well," she said. "It was a nice try, guys, and I appreciate it. It was a shame it didn't work."
"After all my hard work," Gayle groaned.
"Hell it didn't," Mark said. "We'll think of something else before the day is over. But let's net worry about it now. You know something? That story of Sharon's kind of got me worked up."
Gayle reached beneath the table and traced the line of Mark's hot cock. It was as hard as a rock.
"Ummm," Gayle said. "Let's get back to the room. We've got to do some work later on."
"Much later I hope," Mark said with a leer.
They walked back to Gayle's room together. The maid had already come and made the bed up. Mark turned on the radio and found some pop music.
"Hey," he said. "I've got an idea. How about a show, girls? A little strip for us."
"Sure," Sharon said. "That sounds like fun." Mark and Alan sat down on the bed. Both Gayle and Sharon wore pant suits and they started dancing slowly to the soft music. Another record came on and it was a little faster. The girls began to speed up the tempo of their dancing. Gayle shook her hips at Alan.
"Hey!" Mark called. "Come on! Take it off! We want to see a little flesh!"
Gayle smiled seductively and began to unbutton her blouse. She slipped it off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She wore a flimsy white bra. She pushed her tits out at Alan.
"Look at that," Alan whispered. "Sharon, honey, are you going to let yourself be outdone?" It was evident that the boys were really getting turned on by their dancing. Sharon gave the same seductive smile that Gayle had used and slowly unbuttoned her own blouse. She took it off and threw it toward Mark.
"There," she said. "How are these for titties?" Sharon had been wearing no bra. Her well formed titties poked out at the two boys. Alan unzipped his trousers and let his cock free.
"I need to give it room to breathe," he said.
"Poor thing," Gayle said.
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. It fell off her shoulders and she pushed her creamy-white tits at the boys. Her rosy-red nipples were already hard.
"God," Alan said. "She does have a pair of tits!"
"Why don't you kiss one, Sharon?" Mark urged. "I've never seen two girls do that."
Sharon and Gayle were still keeping time to the music. Sharon turned so that the two girls were rubbing against each other. Sharon slowly sank down to her knees. Her mouth rubbed at Gayle's crotch. Her tongue rubbed against the fabric of Gayle's pants.
"Oh God," Alan moaned. "Look at her rub her face in Gayle's crotch. Look at that."
"I can see," Mark said.
Alan had wrapped his fingers around his cock and was slowly jerking off. Gayle could see the first drops of his lubricating fluid on the tip of his cock.
Sharon was grinding her face against Gayle's crotch. Gayle couldn't stand it any longer. She stopped moving to the music and stripped off her pants. Sharon's face came back between her legs.
Through her flimsy panties, Gayle could feel Sharon's tongue licking and caressing her.
"Let me get my panties off," Gayle said.
Sharon drew back as Gayle slowly slipped them off. She was beginning to love Sharon's experienced tongue. But the boys weren't going to give them time to enjoy one another.
Alan was on her immediately. He grabbed Gayle's arm and pulled her toward the bed. As he walked, he stripped his clothes off Gayle admired his muscular body. He really did have a good looking body.
She ran her fingers across his naked chest and felt herself tingle with excitement. Her hot cunt had already been excited by Sharon's tongue. She felt herself dripping juice.
"Come on, baby," she said. "Fall down on top of me."
"No," he said. "I want you on top this time. I want to lie on my back and watch my cock going up your cunt."
He pulled her onto the bed on top of him. Gayle straddled his thighs and then moved up his body. She positioned herself just over his stiff cock.
"Do it, Gayle," Alan urged. "Swallow my cock with your cunt."
Gayle sat down on him. She felt the stiff pole slip easily up her hot pussy. She was already wet with juice and she lubricated his cock as she bounced up and down on him.
"Ahhh Jesus," Alan moaned. "Give it to me. Ahhh, baby. That feels fine. Really fine."
Gayle felt his wonderful cock going deeper and deeper inside her. She turned her head to see Sharon and Mark.
Mark was naked. Sharon was on her knees sucking lustfully on his rigid cock. It turned Gayle on even more to see Sharon's beautiful, innocent face, framed with all that golden hair, with her red lips locked around Mark's trembling pole. She watched as Mark took hold of Sharon's head and pulled her farther onto his prick.
"Oh God," he moaned. "It feels too good, Sharon. When I come I'm going to blow your head off. Ahhh fuck, Sharon! Ahhh Jesus!"
Gayle couldn't watch them any more. Alan had reached up and was fondling her titties. He was sending electric sparks down her hot flesh. His fingers pulled at her hard nipples and his voice urged her on to greater speed.
"Ummm," Gayle moaned. "Ummm, I think I'm going to come. Oh I am going to come. Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh fuckkkk!"
She felt him growing inside of her. She felt his prick explode just as she creamed him with her hot juices. His hot cum warmed her insides.
"Ahhhh fuckkkk..." Alan moaned.
Gayle fell down beside him, his hand following her and still fondling her nipples.
"Ahhh God, Sharon!" Mark cried. "Ahhh God!"
Gayle looked to see Sharon swallowing quickly as Mark erupted into her mouth. She squeezed his balls as he shot his hot load down her throat. Sharon didn't pull away. She didn't spill a drop of his jism. She swallowed until Mark had ceased trembling.
"Damn," Alan said. "She's a work of art when she sucks a cock."
Sharon and Mark came to the bed and crowded in beside them.
"I guess we should talk about our problem now," Mark said.
"We can talk about it," Alan pointed out. "But I don't think it's going to do much good. I noticed Ted on the way out to the mountains when we came in. He's determined to have things his way."
"It was a nice try, fellows," Sharon said, "but it wasn't worth it. I need the job but it just isn't worth all this trouble."
"Maybe we could do something," Gayle suggested. "I've got an idea."
"What?" they all asked.
"I don't think Ted's quite as hard as he pretends. I know I'm pretty good."
"Yeah," Alan agreed.
She gave him an ugly grin. "Anyway, he was a virgin yesterday and now he's not. I'm sure he's thinking about it. I'm sure right about now he's wondering about all we did yesterday and getting very, very horny."
"So." Sharon asked.
"So," Gayle shrugged. "I thought that maybe Sharon and I could go up there and apologize."
"And one thing will lead to another," Alan said. "Of course. That poor boy will be foaming at the bit by now. His prick will be as hard as rock."
"Sure," Sharon said. "It's worth a try. Let's do it."
Sharon and Gayle dressed in halter top and shorts, found Ted far up the hill. He had been very busy that morning. He had a half-dozen plants tagged and bundled.
"Hello, Ted," Gayle said.
"What do you want?"
"Don't be so touchy," Gayle said. "We thought we'd come up here and apologize."
"Apologize?" He glared at them suspiciously. "What do you want to apologize for?"
"You were right about yesterday. It was sort of a plot. You see, Sharon needs that job very badly. She needs to keep a job at school so she can continue her education."
"That's tough," Ted said bitterly.
"But it's true," Sharon said. "If I don't get a job immediately I'll have to quit school. That means I can't go on and get a higher degree and that means I can't get a lab job like I want."
"I'm entitled to the job," Ted muttered.
Ted went back to cutting plants and tagging them. Gayle was a little worried. He had not looked at them like a man who needed some pussy.
And both she and Sharon had enough skin revealed to draw the eyes of a monk.
"That's true," Gayle said. "You are entitled to the job. But you're rich and you won't have any problems continuing your education."
Ted stood up. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. "Just give it to her? That really wouldn't be ethical."
"No it wouldn't if you just quit," Gayle said. "But we don't want you to just quit."
"What then?" he asked again.
"We want you to give Sharon an even chance at the exam. All you have to do is make a little lower grade on this project."
"No," he said.
"We could make things very nice for you," Gayle said.
Ted felt himself blushing. He had tried not to think about what had happened the day before, but it was hard. He had looked at all the girls around that morning and had found his cock pawing hard.
Now he looked at Gayle and Sharon and found his cock growing hard again. Sharon had on one of those low-cut halters and he could see the top of one nipple. Gayle's top was a little less revealing but it revealed enough white skin for Ted to feel a little uneasy.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You'll find out," Gayle said. "Just come down the mountain with us. I promise we'll make it worth your while."
Ted considered it. He was drawn very strongly to the two girls. He kept thinking about his cock going into Gayle's pussy. It had just felt so good.
"I don't know," he said.
"Sharon," Gayle said softly. "Show him the goods."
Sharon smiled and stepped back. She stripped off her halter in one easy motion. Ted almost died from shock. There before him were two beautiful titties peaked with rosy-red nipples. He swallowed nervously.
"Okay," he said. "You win. I won't do well with this project. You know I always keep my word."
Gayle smiled sweetly at him.
"Okay," she said. "Put on your halter, Sharon. We wouldn't want anyone getting any wild ideas."
Sharon laughed and covered herself again. Ted didn't bother picking up his plants. The girl took his arms and walked beside him as they started down the hill. Halfway down they met Mark coming up.
"What are you doing here?" Gayle asked.
"Hell, Gayle," Mark said. "I've got news for you. Your husband is down in your room."
"Oh my God!" Gayle said. "Richard? Here?"
"I'm afraid so."
"So that's it," Ted said. "Well it won't work. I'm going back up the hilt and work on my plants."
"Wait, Ted," Gayle said. "I didn't know he was coming. Besides, I'm sure Sharon will make you happy."
"No," he said. "I wanted both of you. I won't be happy with anything less."
"Hell," Gayle said. "There must be some way to get him out of the way."
"Well," Mark said. "I could bring him up here looking for you."
"That's a great idea," Gayle said. "We'll go to Sharon's room. Don't let him come back for a while. Come on, Ted." Gayle grabbed his arm again. "We haven't given up yet."
"I have a roommate," Sharon said. "Alice Wilson. We're going to have to figure out a way to get her out."
"Maybe she'll be working," Gayle said. "Not Alice. She got her project completed yesterday. It's not very good but she doesn't really care. She only wants to pass the course."
"Well get her out some way," Gayle said.
The two girls led Ted to Sharon's room. They opened the door and watched Alice scramble to the bathroom. She wore only a very brief bra and panties.
"You could warn a girl," she said, coming back out.
"I'm sorry," Sharon said.
Alice was a dark, good-looking girl with small titties but a nice figure. She had long black hair that brushed her shoulders, and warm blue eyes. Gayle found herself liking her.
"Alice," Sharon said. "Could you maybe go somewhere for a little while?"
Alice smiled at them. "Both of you?" she asked.
"It's kind of a debt," Gayle said.
"Ohhh," Alice said, looking from one to the other. "Well I guess I could run next door and talk to Doug for a while. About science and such."
"Sure," Gayle said.
Alice had dressed quickly in a short skirt and blouse. She gave them a smile and walked out the door. She held it open a minute before she left.
"Well, you have fun," she said.
"We will," Sharon promised.
Alice closed the door and Gayle locked it.
Ted found himself alone with the two women, and he was beginning to grow a little nervous. He was also beginning to feel guilty. He had always known that Sharon had a better right to the school job than he had. Work had always come easy for him. Sharon worked and studied harder, than he ever had, and she would have had higher grades already except for the period she had been ill. It wasn't fair to make such a bargain with them.
"This is wrong," Ted said.
"Wrong?" Gayle questioned, growing angry. "You're backing out after you promised?"
"No," Ted said. "I'm not backing out. I'm still going to make a low grade on this project. Sharon deserves the job more than I do. In fact, if I get it I'm going to turn it down."
"Really?" Gayle said. "But why would you do that?"
"Because I've been a little rotten," Ted said, "and I'm feeling guilty about it."
Gayle looked at Sharon and gave her a wink. Ted walked toward the door. He put his hand on the lock and Sharon touched his arm.
"Don't you want to play?" she asked.
"You mean you want to without having too?" he asked.
"Baby," Sharon said. She reached for the bulge in his trousers and ran her fingers lightly across the length of his cock. "Not having to is what makes it fun."
Gayle watched as Ted drew Sharon into his arms. He kissed her hard on the mouth. Gayle reached behind her back and unhooked her halter. She let it fall to the floor and then she slipped out of her pants and panties.
She walked to Ted and pressed up against his back. She reached between Sharon's and Ted's bodies and began to unbutton Ted's shirt. She got it unbuttoned and peeled it off his shoulders.
Ted turned around so that his mouth was mashed against Gayle's. He kissed her on the lips for a moment and then parted his lips so that his tongue was pressing into her mouth. Gayle opened her mouth wider and took his tongue deep into her throat.
It was like he was fucking her with his tongue. He drove his tongue in and out of her throat violently. Her knees began to grow weak and he picked her up. He carried her to the bed and dropped her on her back.
Sharon unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers. She kissed him on the stomach, on the thighs, and between the legs. She kissed his hanging balls and ran her mouth toward his anus. She could not quite reach his asshole from her position.
Ted turned so that her fingers and mouth could get to him more easily.
"On the bed," Sharon said. "Get on the bed. I want to have you on the bed."
Ted found himself being pushed backward onto the bed. Immediately Sharon's hands were replaced by Gayle's. Gayle's open mouth pressed down on his and her hands fondled him.
Ted had a brutal-looking hard-on. Gayle felt her fingers tracing his cock. She could see Sharon looking at his prick hungrily.
"Is it as big as I promised?" Gayle asked her.
"Yes," Sharon moaned. "Oh God yes."
Sharon stepped back away from the bed and quickly stripped off her clothes. She fell down to the bed with them and her hands started running over Ted's body.
"I've got to kiss it," Sharon said. "I've got to kiss his big prick."
Ted couldn't believe it as both girls went down on him. He could see the tops of their heads as he felt two tongues on his prick. They were licking both sides of his cock, their lips now and then touching and turning him on even more.
"Oh God," Ted moaned. "Jesus, nothing has ever felt as good as your tongues. Oh Jesus. Oh fuck. Keep it up, baby! Keep on sucking me!"
Gayle found herself kissing Sharon. Sharon's tongue went into her mouth as violently as Ted had tongue-kissed her. She loved the taste of Sharon's tongue.
She also felt tingles in her cunt. She opened her legs wide and put her own finger in her cunt. She began to slowly massage herself. Her finger became immediately wet with her juices.
"Shit," Ted said. "Take my cock in your mouth. Please take my cock in your mouth."
Gayle found herself beaten to the top of Ted's cock. Sharon drew him into her mouth like a long candy stick. Gayle kissed Sharon around the mouth and eyes as Sharon sucked on Ted's cock.
"My God!" Ted cried. "Oh my God! Ahhh shitttt, it feels good! Tongue me, Sharon! Use your tongue!"
Sharon began moving her tongue in her mouth.
She opened her mouth and out popped Ted's cock.
Gayle immediately sucked it into her own mouth.
She drew his cock deep into her throat, feeling him feel her up.
"Ahhh," Ted said. "Ahhh."
Yesterday had been the first time his cock had ever been sucked and now he was having it sucked by two girls. It was a wonderful experience, a thing he had imagined only happened to very rich and fortunate men. But he had two beautiful girls and they were giving it to him because they wanted to. Ted couldn't believe his good fortune.
Gayle tasted the first of Ted's salty jism and she quickly withdrew her mouth. She didn't want him to come that way. She wanted his cock inside her cunt. She pushed Sharon away and straddled Ted. She slowly lowered herself onto his rigid cock.
"Ahhhh," Gayle moaned. "That's the way I like it. Ahh, that feels good."
Sharon scrambled up to the head of the bed. Ted wondered what she was doing but he wasn't long in finding out. Sharon poised herself over his face. She lowered herself onto him. Ted was getting his first taste of pussy and he enjoyed it. He pushed his tongue into her, tasting her tangy juices and sucking them into his throat.
"Ahhh God," Sharon groaned. "It's too good. I'm going to come too fast. Ahhh God! Ahhh fuckkkk!"
Ted found himself drenched in her juices. He swallowed some of her juice but most of it filled his nostrils and wet his face. At the same time he felt his prick grow and begin to shoot.
"Ahhh fuck!" Gayle cried. "I can feel you coming! I can feel your hot cum in my cunt! Ahhh fuck! Ahhhh shit! Ahhh fucking slit! Ahhhhh!"
All of them fell together in each other's arms.
Chapter Ten
"Alice?" Gayle asked. "I'd like for you to do me a favor. I'd really appreciate it."
Gayle and Sharon were already dressed. Ted had already left. Alice had arrived a few minutes later. She hinted around a few minutes before Gayle finally realized that Alice wanted to know what had happened in the room after she had left.
Gayle told her in explicit detail. She liked the soft blushes that came across Alice's face.
"You can't really mean you did all of that?" Alice asked.
"Of course we did," Sharon said. "What did you think we were doing?"
"I don't know," Alice admitted.
"Hell," Sharon said. "Sometimes I wonder about you, Alice. You're so old-fashioned and innocent. I wonder if you've ever been screwed."
"I don't like that vulgar term," Alice said.
"But have you been?" Gayle asked.
"Yes," Alice said. "I'm no virgin. I'm just sort of shy around men. Or maybe I've never had an opportunity to do anything like that."
That was when Mark came bursting into the room. He was red-faced and out of breath. He practically fell down onto the bed.
"Ahhh shit," he said. "I must have walked over half these mountains. And your husband is mad as hell as me and you both. Now he talks to Doug and Doug tells him that most of the people finished yesterday. Now Richard is sitting in your room waiting for you and I think he wants a good excuse."
"Shit," Gayle said.
That was when she began to get the first glimmer of an idea. An idea that would get her off the hook and maybe solve Alice's problem. Alice really was a nice-looking girl. Maybe her titties weren't as large as they could have been but she did have a nice ass that kept drawing Mark's attention. Gayle imagined that he would have jumped her if he could. Perhaps he would have his chance before the weekend was over.
That was when she asked Alice to do her a favor.
"What kind of favor?" Alice asked suspiciously.
"Well," Gayle said. "You said that maybe all you lacked was an opportunity."
"Yes," Alice said.
"Well I've got an opportunity for you."
"I don't know," Alice said. "It depends on what kind of opportunity you've got in mind."
"Well," Gayle said. "My husband is sitting over there in my warn and he's mad as hell. He needs a little guilt to take the edge off. Do you think you could give him a little guilt?"
Alice looked around. Her face blushed red. She folded her hands nervously on her lap.
"I don't know what you mean," she said.
"Of course you know what she means," Sharon said. "She wants you to go over there and seduce her husband. Get his pants off and his cock in you. That should make him feel guilty."
"Yes," Gayle agreed. "You can do it, Alice. You have a nice body and a nice face. He'll go for you."
"You can't mean it," Alice said.
"Sure I do," Gayle said. "He's bored with me anyway, and he needs a little variety. It'll put the spice back into our marriage."
"You're serious," Alice said. "You really are serious."
"Of course I'm serious," Gayle said. "What would make you think I wasn't?"
"I can't believe it."
"Believe it," Gayle said. "I want you to go over there and fuck my husband. I want you to give him a fucking like he's never had before. I want you to fuck his brains out."
Alice still looked a little doubtful. Mark reached over and put one hand on her knee. He rubbed his fingers up along her thigh. Alice brushed his hand away and he put it back again.
"Relax, baby," he said. "Just relax."
Alice was dressed in a short skirt but she had stockings on. He kept running his hand up and down her thigh, almost going under her skirt.
"Listen," Mark said softly. "You're the kind of girl that would get any man hot. Go on over there and fuck her husband. Live for a change. Enjoy life. Besides, you'll be doing us all a favor and I'll appreciate it more than anybody."
Mark left no doubt about what he meant. He leaned over and kissed Alice on the mouth. His tongue went into her mouth and he moved it around. When he drew back, Alice was breathing heavily.
"But don't you see anything wrong with this?" Alice asked.
"Of course not," Mark said. "Sex is fun. What else is there but a good fuck now and then? Go on over there and make him happy."
"You'll enjoy it," Gayle urged. "I know my husband. He may not be the best cocksman in the world but he's pretty good. And the excitement of seducing him. It's really fun, Alice. It'll make your pussy hotter than it ever has been."
Alice thought for a few moments. "Okay," she said finally. "I'm crazy but I'll do it."
"Good!" Gayle clapped her hands. "Now we have to be careful about this. Richard won't just jump when you walk through the door. It'll have to be planned. I know. I have a plan that just might work."
About ten minutes later Alice was walking toward Gayle's room. She had changed her clothes.
Now she wore a pair of tight white shorts and a halter top.
She was a little bit embarrassed about all the flesh that was revealed by the halter but she held her head up proud and kept walking. Alice had never done anything like this before. She was no virgin. There had been many boys in her past. But she'd never deliberately set out to seduce anyone before. She had to admit that it did give her an exciting feeling. An aching deep in her cunt that needed to be soothed with a man's hot cock.
She wondered what Richard would look like as she knocked timidly on Gayle's door.
"Come in," Richard said loudly.
She didn't like the sound of his voice. He sounded rough and heavy and it made her a little afraid. She gathered her courage and turned the knob. The room was half in darkness. Richard had been sitting on a chair near the bed. He had gotten up when she entered.
She found herself attracted to him. He was a tall, good-looking man. His face was flushed in anger. She knew he was about to curse her but he quickly saw that he didn't know her.
"Excuse me," Alice said. "I thought Gayle was here. I didn't know she had company."
"I'm wondering where she is myself," Richard said. "Nobody seems to know. She's going to have some explaining to do when she comes back."
"I'm sure she'll be back soon," Alice said.
"She better be," Richard said. "I came up to take her home."
"I'm sure she's up in the hills getting her project finished," she said. "A lot of us had to finish up today. It was kind of hot working yesterday."
"It was," Richard agreed.
"Well," Alice said. "I came over to return some clothes Gayle let me wear. If you don't mind I'll change in the bathroom."
"I don't mind," Richard said. "I thought I recognized those clothes."
Alice went into the bathroom. She found the blue dress that Gayle told her would be hanging on the shower rod. She fell against the wall and thought for a few moments. She was so frightened she was cold. But she was going through with it. She knew she had to go through with it.
She went over the plan in her mind step by step. She stripped off the halter and stood there in only brief and flimsy panties. She picked up the dress and held it in front of her. She let out a deep sigh and walked back into the bedroom.
"Excuse me," she said.
She saw Richard's eyes open wide. The dress she had in front of her really hid very little. She had the cloth over her tits but her naked thighs were revealed.
His eyes took in her bare legs and he swallowed nervously.
"Yes," Richard said dryly.
"This isn't the right one," Alice said, "Will you look in the suitcase and see if there's a little blue dress in there? She might have put it away by accident."
Richard nodded. He didn't take his eyes off her as he walked to the suitcase and opened it up. He went through it for a few minutes. He really didn't do a very good job because he kept looking at her. Alice knew he probably wanted to rip the dress away and let his eyes devour her bare flesh. She smiled at him.
"I can't find it," Richard said. "I don't think it's in here."
"Oh damn," Alice said. "She must have taken it over to my room and left it there. I am sorry."
"Do you want me to go over to your room and get it?" Richard asked.
"No. I wouldn't ask you to do that. I'll just put my clothes back on and go over there and check on it."
Alice started back to the bathroom and made a pretense of stumbling. She dropped the dress and stood naked before him. She could hear Richard gasp.
She shrugged as her eyes met his.
"They're not very big are they?" she said. "It's fantastic what foam rubber can do."
"They're beautiful," Richard said.
"They're not. They're not beautiful at all. Today boys seem to like big titties."
"I do think they're beautiful," Richard said.
Alice was growing excited. She had already noticed the hard bulge in his trousers. He was getting turned on by her. Alice wanted to feel his hard chest pressed against her. She wanted to feel his cock, she wanted to feel him getting ready to drive deep inside her cunt.
"Hey," she said lightly. "You've got a little problem there. Or maybe a big problem."
Richard blushed as he realized what she was talking about.
"I-I," he stammered.
"That's okay," she shrugged. "I know how boys get. I have five brothers and they all got that way."
"It's embarrassing," he admitted.
"Don't be," she said. "I want you to feel good. Come on over here. I'll make you feel good. After all, I can't leave after being responsible for that."
"But I'm married," Richard said.
"Marriage is no big deal," Alice said. "You come over here and let me fix that. I'm very good with problems."
Richard looked like one of the walking dead. Alice could feel the indecision in his mind. He wanted to come toward her but he was scared.
"But Gayle may come back at any minute," Richard protested.
"Maybe," Alice said, "That'll just make it more exciting. Come on over here, honey. Come on over here and let me make it feel good."
Richard was really growing scared. He had come simply to take his wife home. He had thought she'd appreciate his little kindness. He hadn't been able to find her and he had gotten angry. He knew she was probably just working and she hadn't really expected him, but he was still angry.
Now he was standing here with a girl who was flashing her naked tits at him. A slender, beautiful girl and he wanted her. He wanted her worse than he had ever wanted Gayle, or anyone. He could feel his prick trying to burst right out of his trousers. She was right about one thing. It did make it more exciting knowing that Gayle might walk back in at any minute.
"I don't know," Richard said. "I'm not sure. Couldn't we make it some other time?"
"Now or never," Alice teased. "Make your choice or forever be silent."
"But..." Richard started to say.
"Come on over here," Alice purred. "Come on over here and let me make you feel good. Come on over here, baby. Come and let me kiss that big, hard cock."
He couldn't help himself. He walked toward her. He pressed himself against her naked titties. He could feel her nipples grow hard against his chest. He pressed his hands to them. He kneaded them for a moment. A dazed expression came over her face. She reached between his legs and fondled him.
"Come on," she said. "Let's get on the bed."
She urgently tugged him toward the bed. Quickly she dropped to her knees and unbuckled his trousers. She pulled his trousers down and then his underwear. His big, hard prick sprang free. She touched her lips to the end.
"Jesus Christ," Richard said. "Don't do that. Don't do that or I'll blow!"
"That's all right," she said. "We'll get the edge off. We'll get the edge off and then we'll really fuck."
Alice hardly knew what she was doing. Seducing Gayle's husband was giving her a feeling of power that she'd never known. She could feel the trembling in his body, feel his urgent need and his fear. It was a wonderful experience. She put her mouth on his cock. She sucked in his stiffness. He filled her mouth. She tasted a little of his salty jism on her tongue.
She began to suck harder.
"Oh God," Richard said. "Oh God, you're going to make me blow."
She almost laughed as she felt her pussy go deliciously tingly. She moved her head up and down his cock. She used her tongue on his tiny hole.
"Jesus," Richard said. "Jesus Christ!"
He was building up to a climax. Quickly Alice released his hard cock. She knelt back and pulled off her panties.
"Come on, honey," she said. "Let's sixty-nine. Eat me while I suck you."
Richard had never sixty-nined. Gayle had never even put her mouth on his cock. He had never eaten pussy in his life. But he knew he couldn't stop. He was hot and horny and he wanted this girl. He stretched out beside her on the bed. Once more she put her mouth to his cock.
He could feel a tremendous heat building up in his balls.
She had a dark pussy and he touched his tongue to it. She tasted good, better than he would have imagined a girl's pussy to taste. He moved his tongue around in her pussy hairs.
She started moving and rubbing against him. He pushed his face into her crotch and drove his tongue deep inside. He tasted her juices. His lips found her clit and she sucked it into his mouth. He sucked and teased it with his tongue.
She let go of his cock and moaned in pleasure. "Ahhh fuck," she said. "That's good. Oh how good. Come on baby, eat me. Eat me good."
Gone was all thought of Gayle walking in. All he cared about was the pleasure he was getting from having his cock sucked and the sweet pussy he was eating.
He drove his tongue in and out like he was fucking her. He reached beneath her and spread her asscheeks. His finger found her anus and he began to slip the finger in and out of the tight hole.
"Jesus Christ," she moaned. "Oh Jesus, do it to me! Do it to me good! Oh do it to me!"
She was rubbing her crotch against him hard and her mouth was back on his prick. He felt a stirring in his balls. He began to drive his prick in and out of her mouth violently. She didn't pull her mouth away. She took him in on each deep stroke. She made loud noises as she sucked on his cock. Her fingers teased his balls. He was going to come. He could feel it building up. He gave a hard shove and his cock erupted.
He poured his cum in a river into her mouth. She swallowed noisily. At the same time he felt her jump and she started drenching him with her juices.
They released each other and fell apart.
"Oh God," he moaned. "That was good. Really good. Nothing was ever so fucking good."
"We're not finished yet, baby," Alice said. "We're not nearly finished."
"Not finished?" Richard questioned. "What do you mean?"
"I meant what I said," Alice said. "We're not finished yet."
She came up his body and pressed herself against him. She kissed him hard. Her tongue found his. He tasted his own salty jism. It didn't turn him off. He felt her fingers playing with his cock, her fingers running lightly over his skin.
"Oh God," he said. "Oh shit."
She kept playing with him. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began slowly to jerk him off. He felt himself growing sturdy again and he needed pussy. He needed Alice's pussy. He wanted to sink his hard cock deep in her cunt. He wanted to give it to her like he had never given it to anyone before.
"Come on, baby," Alice urged. "Let me have that big dick in me. Let me have that cock in my cunt."
He rolled her over on her back and spread her legs apart. He pressed his cock to her cunt and she urged him on with her words. Alice could feel him at her cunt. She could feel him pressing into her. She raised her legs higher as he pressed.
"Push," she said. "Push. Get that damn thing in me. Get that cock fucking me!"
He pushed and his cock slipped into her. He stretched her cunt out of shape as his big cock went deeply inside her.
"Ohhh," Alice moaned. "That's what I needed. Oh God, that feels good. Oh fuck! Oh mother fuck!"
He began to fuck her in slow, steady strokes. He was delicious. God, he was delicious. She felt his prick pushing against her cunt walls and the friction was driving her crazy. His cock kept driving in and out of her, making her tingle all over. Spasms of pleasure shot through her.
She raised her legs higher. He pulled his cock out and pushed her legs even higher. He came back into her and her legs were resting on his shoulders.
"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard!"
Richard had never heard a girl cry words like this and it turned him on even more. She drove him nearly crazy with lust. He could feel his prick growing and growing inside her, wanting to come, wanting to spill its hot cum deep in her cunt.
He kept fucking her violently until he felt the first stirring in his balls.
"Oh shit," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to shoot my wad. I'm going to come. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh shittttt!"
He felt her come with him. He felt her scream and moan and cry. Her cunt kept pushing at him and she drenched him with hot pussy juice.
"Oh God," Alice moaned. "Dear, dear God."
Chapter Eleven
Alice lay in Richard's arms for a long while. She had never been with a man who had satisfied her as much as Richard did. She couldn't believe that Gayle could ever grow bored with a man like Richard. Perhaps something happened after marriage that took the excitement away.
She reached down and touched his limp cock. There was a little drop of cum on the end. Richard was snoring gently and she bent her head and touched her lips to his cock-head. She sucked away the drop of jism.
Richard moaned in his sleep. Alice knew that any moment Gayle was going to come bursting through the door. There would be tears and accusations. That was all part of the plan. In a few moments Richard was going to feel very, very guilty.
She felt Richard move against her and his hand touched her tittie. He began to caress her in his sleep. After a few moments he opened his eyes.
"Oh my God," he said. "I must have gone to sleep."
"Me too," Alice lied.
"But we've got to get you out of here. Gayle will be coming in any minute."
His words were prophetic for at that moment the door opened and Gayle walked in. Sharon, Mark and Alan stood in the doorway behind her.
"Oh my God," Richard said.
"What the hell is going on here?" Gayle asked.
"Uhhhh," Richard said.
Richard was so shook up that he was still caressing Alice's tittie. He didn't know what he was doing. He was trying very hard to think of an excuse but his mind was completely blank.
"What the hell are you doing?" Gayle asked.
Richard then realized that he was playing with Alice's tittie. He drew his hand away as if he had been burned. He looked down at his hand as if it belonged to another person.
"Honey," he said.
"Don't honey me!" Gayle stormed. "I'm out there working my butt off and you're in here banging some cheap little girl. Take your Goddamned hand away!"
Richard realized that once again he was caressing Alice. Quickly he drew his hand away. He was flushed with embarrassment. He didn't know anyone with Gayle except for Alan. They all had crowded into the room after her.
"Gayle," he said. "I can explain. You're just going to have to understand that..."
"Hell," Gayle interrupted. "I understand. I really understand. I understand you've been putting your wick into her hole."
"Now wait a minute," Richard said.
"I won't wait. You've been playing around, haven't you? Well two people can play at that game."
"What do you mean?" Richard asked. Richard was frightened. He kept having mental pictures of Gayle divorcing him. What would his friends say? My God, what would his parents say?
What would he do?
"What do you mean?" he asked again.
"Simply that what's good for the gander is good for the goose. You've had your fun and now I'm going to have mine. I'm going to do a little playing around too."
"You can't mean it," Richard said.
"Why can't I?" Gayle asked.
"Because," Richard stammered. "Because it just isn't right. It isn't nice."
"Oh?" Gayle cocked an eyebrow at him. "And is it nice for you to fuck Alice? Dear, sweet Alice. Is that nice and tight?"
"I can explain," Richard said. "Just send all these people away and I can explain."
"Nobody's leaving," Gayle said. "I'm going to have a good time and they're going to help."
Richard couldn't believe what he was seeing. He watched as his wife walked over to the radio and turned on some soft music. She began to sway to the rhythm.
"Now you're going to really see a show," Gayle said.
"Gayle," Richard said.
"Shut up," she said. "Shut up or leave. And if you leave I'll never see you again."
Richard wanted to leave. He also wanted to stay. He knew Gayle meant what she did. If he walked out he would never see her again. He didn't know what to do.
"Relax, baby," Alice said sweetly, blowing into his ear. "Don't worry."
"But she's my wife," Richard said.
"She'll still be your wife afterwards," Alice pointed out. "And you did have your jollies. Why not let her enjoy herself?"
Gayle allowed herself to be carried away by the soft music. She could feel heat between her thighs as she moved. Knowing that she was shocking Richard and knowing that she was going to shock him even more, was an exciting thought to Gayle.
She closed her eyes tightly and reached for the top button of her blouse. She undid it and moved her fingers slowly down the front of her blouse. She wasn't allowing them to see much flesh, but she knew it looked wicked enough.
"Gayle," Richard said.
She undid the second button and then the rest. She kept her blouse closed for a few moments and then she shrugged it off her shoulders.
"My God, Gayle," Richard said. "You can't be doing this. Please stop. You're showing yourself before everybody."
Gayle had purposefully picked out a bra belonging to Sharon. It was one of those push-up types that made her creamy tits appear as if they were going to break out of such tight confinement.
She reached behind her back and undid the hook. Again she kept the bra on for a few moments before she shrugged it from her shoulders.
"Ahhh Jesus, Gayle," Richard pleaded. "Don't do any more. Don't take off any more. Please stop."
Richard realized that Alice was playing softly with his prick. Her soft, urgent fingers had closed around his cock-head and she was slowing working him into an erection. He couldn't believe it. He wasn't able to keep soft even as his wife displayed herself to other men.
And then he wondered just how far she would go. Surely she couldn't mean that she was going to give herself to the men right in front of him. Surely she couldn't mean that.
Gayle gave her husband a sweet smile as she reached down and unzipped her pants. She kicked them off and stood before them in only a pair of flimsy panties. The music became faster and she shook herself as far as she could, knowing that her heavy tits bounced obscenely.
"Gayle," Richard pleaded. "For my sake, stop. Please stop."
Gayle only shook herself faster and faster. Richard watched with horror as Alan rubbed his crotch. Richard could see the bulge that was forming there. Surely Alan wouldn't have the nerve to fuck his wife with him watching.
Finally Gayle shook off her panties. She rubbed herself lewdly between her legs. Her pussy was already tingling with desire.
"Okay," she said, "who's going to be first?"
"I am," Alan said.
"My God!" Richard said. "You can't be doing this, Gayle. You can't be!"
"Shhh," Alice whispered into his ear. "I'm enjoying this, lover. Don't stop her now."
Richard shook her gentle hand from his hard prick. His cock was hard and aching with lust. He needed Alice but he couldn't tear his eyes away from his wife.
Gayle still danced to the music as she moved across the room toward Alan. Alan had quickly torn off his shirt and was working on his trousers. His nervous fingers fumbled at his zipper.
"Let me help," Gayle said.
Gayle sank down to her knees on the soft carpet. She easily tugged Alan's zipper down. She reached inside his trousers and pulled his hot cock free.
"Poor thing," Gayle said. "Poor little baby. It needs some attention."
Richard was going to protest again and then his throat went dry.
He watched as his wife bent her head and sucked Alan's cock-head into her lovely mouth. That was one thing she had never done for him. He had never really asked her to for fear that she'd think it was dirty.
She didn't look as if she thought sucking Alan was dirty. She was sucking mote of him down her throat. Her fingers pressed against his thighs as she moved her head up and down on his prick.
His red, throbbing prick became wet with her saliva. Richard wanted to close his eyes. He wanted to turn his head away. He wanted to leave the room.
But he could do none of those things. He could only keep watching as his wife blew another man.
Gayle was enjoying herself. She took Alan's cock deep in her throat and her thighs were hot with excitement. She moved one hand up to fondle his balls and she could feel the heat there. Knowing Richard was watching seemed to turn Alan on more than usual.
Gayle laughed deep in her throat as she felt his hands come up to squeeze her titties. He began to squeeze them hard and his hips began to jerk. Gayle knew he wasn't going to be able to keep from coming for very long. Gayle was right.
"Ahhh dear Jesus," Alan moaned. "Ahhh dear fuck. I'm going to come. Ahhh God, I'm going to come!"
She received his cum as it flowed out of the end of his prick. She swallowed quickly, liking the salty, sweet taste of his semen.
"Ohhh no," Richard said. "Oh why, Gayle?"
Richard watched her pull her mouth away from Alan's cock. There was still a tiny drop of semen on the end and Gayle licked it away.
"It tastes good," Gayle said with a shrug. "I like it."
Richard felt himself getting angry. He started to come off the bed when he felt Alice's fingers digging into his cock. It hurt like hell.
"Damn," he said.
"Don't hurry off, baby," Alice said. "I want to see Mark give it to her."
"Let me up," he demanded.
"I don't think so," Alice said, squeezing his cock just enough to show she had the strength to hurt him. "Don't you move or I'll make you manless."
Richard thought that he could have probably jerked away. He was stronger than she was. But her fingers had already hurt him once and he didn't want her to do it again.
"Okay," he said. "I'll stay."
"Good," Alice said. "Now just watch the show." Gayle was still smiling. Mark was slowly taking off his clothes. She looked at his strong body and licked her lips in appreciation. Mark might not have played football like Alan, but he still had a strong-looking body.
"Oh baby," Gayle moaned as Mark stripped off his under shorts to reveal his hard cock.
"Come and get it," Mark said.
Gayle practically ran to him. She gave him a little push and he fell backward on the bed beside Richard. Gayle straddled him and positioned her hot pussy over his cock.
"No," Richard was saying. "No, Gayle."
Gayle ignored him and sat down on Mark's cock. She felt it climb deep into her, felt his prick rubbing against her cunt walls.
"Ahhh," Gayle said. "That's what I needed, Mark. Ahhh, it feels nice."
Mark moved his hips slightly and Gayle began to bounce up and down on his slippery cock. Mark's hands fingered her tits and then pulled her down so that his lips could suck in one of her nipples.
"Ahhh shit, Mark," Gayle moaned. "Ahhh shit, that feels good."
What made it more exciting was that she could hear Richard's shallow breathing as he lay beside them. She knew he was going through the torments of the damned, but she was enjoying every minute of it.
"Fuck me, Mark," she moaned. "Fuck me good and hard!"
Mark pushed her off of him and she moaned. But Mark had no intention of quitting. He pushed her onto her back and pulled her legs up high. He rested her legs on his shoulders as he drove his cock into her cunt furiously.
"Jesus," he moaned. "This is it. This is what I wanted to do."
Gayle could do nothing but enjoy herself as Mark slammed his cock furiously into her time and time again. His hands were squeezing her asscheeks and his teeth were biting on her neck.
She opened her mouth and screamed at the pleasure he was giving her.
"Ahhh shit, Mark!" she cried. "I'm going to come! I'm coming to come! Ahhh shit, Mark! Ahhh shittttt! I can feel you squirting! Ahhhh shitttt!"
She tried to squeeze her thighs against his head as he erupted into her. She could feel his hot cum filling her up. She moaned and wiggled around on his cock, trying to draw every drop from him that she could.
Gayle almost passed out at the sweet pleasure he gave her. As it was, it took her a few moments to realize where she was. Mark got up and wiped his spermy cock off on her leg.
"Good pussy," he said.
Gayle could feel Richard growing red.
"Why, Gayle?" he asked. "Why, baby?"
Gayle rolled over to face him. She noticed that he still had an erection and that Alice was slowly jerking him off.
"Because you fucked," she said.
"But you didn't have to make me suffer this way. You could have just picked one man in private. We could have talked about it."
"I didn't want to talk." Gayle stretched. "I just wanted to fuck. Like you do now."
Richard realized that she could see how excited he was. He didn't want to be excited, but something about the heat of Alice's body on one side and Gayle's body on the other was making him hot.
"Come here, Sharon," Gayle said. "Give my husband a sample of kindness."
Richard realized that there was another person in the room. She was a pretty girl with hair as blonde as Gayle's. He couldn't believe what he heard Gayle say. She wanted this girl to be nice to him. Could it mean what he thought it meant?
It did. Sharon walked to the bed and knelt at the edge. "I have very nice titties," Sharon said. "Feel."
She took his hand and let him feel through the fabric of her halter. Alice didn't take her hand away from his cock. She kept stroking him as Richard fondled Sharon's tits.
"Take the halter off," Sharon commanded.
He had nervous fingers as he reached behind her back and undid the halter. He couldn't seem to breathe right. His cock was ramrod straight and threatening to explode. He let the halter fall and took in her magnificent tits.
"Don't I have nice tits?" Sharon asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Kiss them," Sharon said. "Let me feel your nice lips on them. Show me how much you like them."
Somehow Sharon took Alice's place on the bed. He was bending his head and taking her succulent nipples into his mouth. He liked the sweet taste of her flesh. He sucked on her tit until she was moaning and trembling in his arms.
He quickly stripped off her shorts and panties. His cock was hot and throbbing and he knew he wouldn't be long. He pushed open her sweet thighs and pushed his cock into her warm pussy.
"Ahhh God," Richard said. "Ahhh shit, you feel good, baby! You feel really good!"
He began to fuck her in slow, steady strokes. He could feel her squeezing herself against him and he knew he wasn't going to be able to control his load until she got ready to go.
"Ahhhh Goddamn," he moaned. "Ahhh fuckkk, shitttt!"
His load was heavy and hot and he poured every last drop deep in her cunt. He felt hands on his balls and looked over at Gayle. She was smiling and fondling his balls for more jism.
"Give it to her, baby," Gayle moaned. "Give it all to her. Give her every sweet drop."
He collapsed on top of Sharon as his sperm emptied out. He finally pulled away. He found himself against his wife's warm body and she kissed him.
"Was she good?" Gayle asked.
"Yes," Richard said.
"Good." Gayle was fondling his balls again. "I wanted her to be good for you. I wanted you to enjoy yourself."
"Why?" Richard said. "I thought you were mad at me."
"I was," Gayle lied, "but only for a little while. Now I want you to enjoy yourself."
"I did, baby," Richard said. "I really did."
They had supper that night at the same cafe that they had eaten at every night, and on the way back to the room Richard felt hands at his zipper. He looked down to see his wife fondling his cock with a soft smile on his face.
"Come on," Gayle said. "Let's go into the bushes."
Richard allowed himself to be pulled into the bushes beside the rooms. Her hungry hands pulled down his zipper and released his strong cock.
In a moment Gayle was on her knees and had his prick stuffed into her mouth.
She wanted to give him a good blow-job, the best she'd ever given. She used her mouth violently on him, teasing with her tongue and sucking his cock in to the back of her throat.
"Ahhh God," Richard moaned. "Ahhh God."
She fondled his balls as she sucked and was soon rewarded by the first taste of his salty jism.
"Ummmm," Gayle moaned as she took his full load into her mouth. She swallowed his hot, sweet cum and didn't draw her mouth away until she had drained him.
She released his prick and then took her hair and dried his prick off.
"Did you enjoy?" she asked.
"God yes," Richard said.
"Well that's only a sample," she said. "Only a sample of what's to come."
Richard felt his cock growing hard again.
"You think we could still see Alice tonight?" he asked. "Or do you think she's gone to sleep?"
"I'm sure she's awake," Gayle giggled. "Let's go have a party."
Gayle kept her hand on his prick as they went off to find Alice.
