Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing or painting by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of someday having wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out into the open and act upon them? Does their repression lead to sickness or their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
The woman in this story has her own sexual fantasies. She tries to repress her desires, but eventual-ly must face them and act upon them. Morals are cast aside in her quest for fulfillment.
TURNED ON TEACHER deals with the sexual dilemmas that face us all. We cannot pass judgment on this woman's solutions. We can only look at them with an open mind, recognizing the emotions and problems common to us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Forty years old and still a virgin?" Dr. Carlson exclaimed. "My goodness, Amy, don't you think you ought to do something about that?"
Amy Lewis blushed. For years only old Doc Withers had known her embarrassing secret, but his new successor, Dr. Carlson, had spotted the signs right away. Of course it wasn't difficult for him to see. Amy lay on her back on the examining table, her legs spread, her feet in the stirrups. And Dr. Carlson was staring right between her legs.
"I-I'd rather not discuss that if you don't mind, doctor," Amy stammered.
"Very well," Carlson said smoothly. "You can get dressed now, Amy."
Amy breathed a sigh of relief. She hated these annual examinations, though she knew they were a good idea. She hated exposing her most intimate parts to a man's eyes. In fact no man had ever seen her naked except for old Doc Withers, and now his replacement, Carlson. Fortunately Carlson was a professional and wouldn't react to her like an ordinary man would.
Or so Amy thought. She was wrong. Jim Carlson, an attractive single man of forty-five, had been powerfully turned on by the sight of her naked body. Ordinarily his patients didn't affect him like that, but ordinarily they weren't as beautiful as Amy Lewis. She might be forty years old, but she had all the sex appeal of a much younger woman.
Carlson took his time gathering up his equipment so he could watch Amy as she dressed. She was a tall woman, perhaps five-feet-seven, and had a magnificent body-slim and firm, yet curvy in the right places and full-breasted. Her thick clean brown hair fell below her shoulders, and her pretty face was fresh and unwrinkled.
She was a beauty, all right, and Carlson found himself wishing, wistfully, that he could be the one to pop her cherry.
"By the way, Amy," he said, "now that your mother's passed on, I suppose you'll have a little more freedom. Perhaps you'd care to have dinner with me one evening."
Again Amy reddened. It had been so long since a man had asked her out, she didn't know how to react. "Why, thank you, doctor," she said hervously. "That would be nice. I'll call you when things are more settled."
And with that, she grabbed up her coat and purse and fled from his office, leaving Jim Carlson half disappointed and half amused. He hoped he hadn't seen the last of Amy Lewis. And he certain-ly liked what he'd already seen. Those big firm breasts of hers, that gorgeous gleaming pink pussy....
"Cut it out, doctor," he told himself. "You're not supposed to notice those things."
But he had noticed, and he couldn't stop thinking about Amy.
Everybody in the small town of Ferndale knew the story of Amy Lewis. Pretty, but very shy, she'd spent all her life caring for her nagging invalid mother. Many men had been in love with her, but she'd never accepted a date. She believed her duty was to her mother and that she must be with her at all times. People sighed when they talked about Amy-what a wasted life!
But now Amy's mother had died, and Amy was free. She thought about this amazing fact as she drove home from the doctor's office. She wondered what she'd do with her freedom. She had a good job, teaching high school, and she had plenty of money. It was just a question of what she really wanted out of life.
Secretly there was one thing Amy wanted more than anything else. She wanted to know all about sex.
It was absolutely ridiculous, she knew, to be a forty-year-old virgin. Not only had she never made love with a man, she'd never even been kissed. She wanted to make up for lost time. She wanted desperately to know what it was like to take a man's stiff cock into her body. But how was she going to manage all this? She couldn't very well advertize in the local paper.
But somehow she just had to lose her virginity. For years she'd suppressed her sexual needs, but now that her mother was gone, there was no need to deny herself, and her long-buried lust was coming to the surface. Every day it got more demanding. It seemed as if in the two weeks since her mother died, she'd been achingly horny all the time.
She just didn't know how to meet men, that was her problem. She'd never had a date and didn't know how to get one. Perhaps she should have accepted Dr. Carlson's invitation to dinner, but she was sure he wasn't interested in her romantically. Probably he was just being kind. Frankly, she wanted a man who was dying to get her into bed.
Amy just had time to grab a bite of lunch and then she had to get back to school. She had three English classes to teach that afternoon. The first two went smoothly enough, but in her last class of the day there was trouble. One of the boys, Tim, was in a devilish mood and wouldn't quit horsing around. Amy endured a few spit wads and lewd noises before she ordered him to stay after school.
"Tim," she said sternly, "I won't tolerate this kind of behavior. You'll remain after school for half an hour."
"Yes, ma'am," Tim said serenely. That was exactly what he wanted to hear.
Tim, an attractive dark-haired boy of seventeen, had such a powerful lech for his beautiful English teacher that he could hardly contain it. Every day in class he watched Miss Lewis' every movement, and every day he got a hard-on for her. Normally quiet and polite, he'd been rowdy on purpose today so she'd keep him after class. Any excuse to be near her, to be alone with her!
When the other students had left, Amy said, "As long as you're here, Tim, you may as well do something useful. You can help me clean the blackboards."
"Yes, Miss Lewis," the boy sighed.
He stood right next to her and worked, moving as close as he could to the beautiful older woman. Miss Lewis was wearing a rather short tight skirt and a clinging jersey, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her pert little round ass and big thrusting tits. He felt his young cock going stiff as a board in his jeans.
"I can't understand you, Tim," Amy was saying. "You've never given me any trouble before. Is there something bothering you lately?"
Boy, was there ever. She was bothering him. It bothered hell out of him to know that he'd never get a chance to make it with Miss Lewis. All his jack-off fantasies were centered around his beautiful brunette teacher. He imagined her clinging to him, hot and naked, begging him to fuck her. All he had to do was imagine Miss Lewis without her clothes on, and his cock would be stiff and ready.
"I'm sorry, Miss Lewis," Tim said. "I don't know what got into me. I won't do it again."
Amy smiled at him. Tim was a nice kid, and she liked him a lot. She was willing to forgive this one episode of bad behavior. Gently and affectionate-ly, she touched the boy's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze.
"I'm sure you won't do it again, Tim," she said. "We'll just forget the whole thing."
Tim felt electrified. She was actually touching him, and it made him so excited, he couldn't contain himself. He gave a hoarse lusty moan, threw his arms around her, and kissed her hungrily. Amy, taken off guard, stumbled against him and couldn't get her balance. She felt the boy's slick wet tongue snaking into her mouth.
"UMPH," Amy exclaimed.
She was astonished, shocked-and hotly turned on. It was her first real kiss. She was powerfully aroused as Tim's mouth pressed hard and hungrily against hers and he probed her mouth with his eager tongue. Her muff rubbed his crotch, and even through their clothing she could feel the hard throbbing line of his stiff young cock.
The boy wanted her desperately, that was obvious. For a moment Amy thought how easy it would be to lose her virginity right then and there. Tim would gladly oblige. Her whole sex-starved body boiled with lust, and she could feel her little cunt getting wet and hot. This was the chance she'd been waiting for, the chance to find out about sex, and it would probably never be easier.
But, dammit, it was out of the question. She wouldn't dream of making love right there in her classroom, with every chance of interruption and discovery. And besides that, she couldn't very well ball one of her own students, a boy young enough to be her son. She had her career and her reputation to think of.
Reluctantly Amy jerked her face aside and gasped, "Tim, stop that right now."
"Oh, please, Miss Lewis," the boy moaned, "just one more kiss."
"Certainly not," Amy snapped. "Let go of me this instant."
But now that he actually had Miss Lewis in his arms, the frantically horny boy couldn't bear to let her go. He tightened his embrace and jammed his mouth onto hers again. She gaved a muffled cry and tried to jerk her face away, but this time he didn't let her. He shoved his tongue deep into her hot little mouth.
When Amy found she couldn't escape his kiss, she started backing away. Tim came right along with her, and soon her back was pressed against the wall and there was nowhere for her to go. The lusty boy leaned heavily against her as he continued his hot deep tongue-kiss. Amy struggled to get loose, but Tim was too strong for her.
She felt the sensitive tips of her breasts poking against his hard chest. She felt her little muff rubbing the rock-hard lump of his cock. He ran his hands over her tall curvy body, eagerly touching her tits and hips and ass. It was tremendously exciting, but she knew it was wrong. It would be very, very wrong to get involved with so young a boy.
Finally Tim had to come up for air. "Oh, Miss Lewis," he panted, "I want you. I want you so bad."
Amy blushed scarlet. She realized now that the boy must have been lusting for her for months, having horny fantasies about her, mentally undressing her and fucking her as she moved around the classroom. She was used to boys having crushes on her, but none of them had ever tried to make fantasy into reality-except Tim.
"Tim, I'm terribly sorry," she said, "but I could never get involved with you. I'm your teacher. I'm old enough to be your mother."
"I don't care about any of that bullshit," Tim moaned. "I WANT YOU."
He plunged in for another hot deep tongue-kiss, and Amy couldn't squirm out of his embrace. Shoved up against the wall, she couldn't avoid the hard hot press of his body. This time he cupped her big heavy tits and squeezed them. No man had ever fondled her jugs before, and she astonished at how exciting it felt. Her tits seemed to swell up and throb in his hands.
Tim could feel it, too. As he hungrily fondled Miss Lewis' superb big knockers, they seemed to swell up even bigger and firmer. They throbbed with hot life. Then he felt her nipples stiffening against his palms. Right through her bra and jersey he could feel the little buds getting hard and pointed. He moaned excitedly.
Amy felt ashamed of herself. She hadn't commanded her nipples to do that. They'd just stiffened up with a mind of their own. But the boy felt them and rubbed his thumbs over them, making the delicate buds even harder. Then suddenly Tim slipped his hands right down her tall curvy body and under her short skirt.
Amy stiffened and uttered a muffled protest, but there was no stopping the frantically horny teenager. His hot sweaty hands raced right up her smooth silky thighs till he was cupping the firm little globes of her ass. He pulled her hard against him, his rigid cock rubbing urgently against her muff.
My God, I'm losing control, Amy thought.
It was true. She felt dizzy with lust, and she wanted desperately just to let herself go with the boy. Her long-denied cunt began to leak a steady stream of hot thick juice that soaked the crotch of her panties. She fought the urge to rub her pussy against Tim's rock-hard young cock. At last she knew the full meaning of being horny.
But she knew she had to fight it. If anyone caught her like this, it would be the end of her career and she'd never be able to show her face in Ferndale again. She felt Tim's hand creeping down to touch the crotch of her panties. Violent excitement melted her whole hungry pussy-but she managed to set her hands against his shoulders and push hard. Tim went stumbling backwards.
For a moment Amy just felt sorry for him. His handsome face was flushed with horny excitement, his brown eyes glazed and glowing. He literally quivered with lust. The crotch of his jeans was hugely tented, and she could imagine how he ached to get some relief for that hard-on. But much as she pitied him, her career was more important than his lust.
"Tim, that's enough," she gasped. "I want you to leave the room at once."
But the boy was thinking with his balls, not his brain. His adolescent lust was so powerful, so painful, that he just had to get rid of it. With a hoarse horny growl he threw himself at Amy, caught her, and wrestled her to the floor. He lay half on top of her, pinning her down. He pushed her jersey up over her fully-packed bra.
"TIM," Amy gasped.
He'd never taken a girl's bra off before and didn't know how, so he simply ripped the dainty garment in half. Miss Lewis' tits came popping out of the tight confinement-and they were even more beautiful than he'd dreamed. They were the size of big grapefruits, full and round and creamy-pale, and they were capped with lovely little red nipples. Tim eagerly pawed the satiny globes with his sweaty hot hands.
"Oh, my God," Amy moaned.
She'd never felt so excited in her life. She'd had lots of horny daydreams in her long lonely years, but they couldn't match the reality of having an eager lover caressing her naked tits. Tim's hot sweaty touch felt delightful on her sensitive boobs and nipples. Again her breasts swelled up taut and full, and her rosy-red nipples went stiff.
But Tim wasn't content for long just to fondle her jugs. His young cock felt as if it would burst from the tight cage of his jeans, and he had to get some relief. He'd never fucked before, but he'd read and heard a lot and knew just what he was looking for. He tugged Miss Lewis' short skirt up to her waist.
"My God, Tim, come to your senses," Amy gasped. "You can't do this."
"Oh, yes, I can," the boy panted. "I've got to. I'm dying, Miss Lewis. I'm so fuckin' horny for you, I'm dying."
She could well believe that. Ordinarily Tim would have been too shy and polite to use such language. Now he was like a lust-crazed animal. After pushing her skirt out of the way, he seized her lacy little panties and tore them right in half. Amy blushed furiously as he exposed the glossy brown triangle of her bush.
"Oh, Jesus," the boy moaned.
It was the first time he'd seen a real live pussy, and it was beautiful. Miss Lewis had a dainty little patch of gleaming brown curls at the base of her belly. He reached down and parted the furry curls and saw shining rosy-pink flesh. Further down there somewhere was her cunt, and that was what he desperately needed.
"Tim, stop," Amy whined.
The boy had his hand between her legs now and was fumbling around, no doubt seeking out her box. It felt terrifically exciting. His fingers seemed to tickle and caress all her most sensitive parts, her plump little clit, her swollen pussylips, her oozing twat-mouth. Her pussy was on fire with need.
Tim quivered as he finally located the tiny hot hole at the center of her crotch. He eased a fingertip inside and felt scorching heat, slick juicy walls of flesh, and a steady trickle of steamy cream. That had to be her cunt, and he could hardly wait to get his achingly hard cock into it.
He drew back, sitting on her legs, and quickly unzipped the fly of his jeans. Amy stared, helpless-ly fascinated. She knew she should grab the opportunity to push him off and escape, but she couldn't help gawking. She'd never seen a cock before. She was dying to know what it would look like. Her big brown eyes focused intently on Tim's crotch.
He didn't disappoint her. He got his fly open and gingerly drew out his stiff young dick. It was a beauty, seven inches long and quite thick. The shaft was milk-white and laced with tiny blue veins, and the head was knob-like and dark red. His young balls were rosy, hairless, and hugely swollen.
Amy felt hotly aroused by her first glimpse of cock and balls, but she knew she had to resist. "Tim," she said shakily, "don't do it. Don't try to fuck me."
"I have to," he moaned. "I'll die if I don't have you, Miss Lewis."
He threw himself down on her. Amy quickly closed her thighs, but not quite fast enough. Tim's steel-hard prick sliced between them and butted the hot slick flesh of her pussy. Amy whimpered and struggled, spoiling his aim, though at the same time she wanted desperately to slam her pussy upward and impale herself on his fiercely hard cock.
I want him to fuck me, she thought dizzily, but I can't let him do it.
"Oh, Jesus, Miss Lewis," the frantic kid moaned, "open your legs. Let me put my cock in you."
"Noooo," Amy whined.
He jabbed again and again, and then she felt the huge hard head of his cock hitting the tiny wet mouth of her cunt. It went in only half an inch, then slipped out again, but that split-second contact was enough to make Amy wild with longing. She wanted to feel it again. She wanted that hard thick boy-cock to slam deep into her boiling little twat.
Tim drew back for another lunge at her pussy-and there was a loud knock at the classroom door. Teacher and student scrambled apart, leaped to their feet, and tugged their clothing into place.
"Miss Lewis?" a man's voice called. "It's the janitor. Are you about finished in there?"
"Yes, Mr. Jones," Amy called, "just a moment. We'll be right out."
"SHIT," Tim moaned.
"Tim," Amy said sternly, "we will forget this incident, and it will never happen again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," the boy said miserably.
Amy gathered up her books and papers and hurried out of the classroom. As she walked the few blocks to her house she was quivering with horny frustration. She was also quivering with shock. It terrified her to realize how close she'd come to letting Tim fuck her. If the janitor hadn't interrupted, she might easily have lost control of herself and gone all the way with the boy.
When she got home, Amy did the only thing she could do, the thing she'd done for so many lonely years when she couldn't bear her bottled-up lust any longer. She flopped down on the couch and quickly slipped a finger between the furry lips of her muff. She began to rub the hot wet button of her clit. She felt she'd die if she didn't get some relief from her boiling lust.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed.
She wasn't proud of masturbating, but it had helped preserve her sanity all those years, and it did temporarily relieve her nagging horniness. She rubbed faster and faster on her throbbing wet clit, and soon her finger was soaked with hot pussy-cream. She knew just how to bring herself off quickly, and soon she felt the first hot burst of orgasm.
"Ohhhhh, God," Amy moaned, "OHHHHH."
The chain of orgasms hit her like a string of firecrackers, and her lovely body rocked violently as she came again and again. She desperately needed the relief, and she went on frigging herself till she was exhausted and breathless. But somehow playing with herself didn't bring the usual satisfaction. She still felt frustrated and horny.
She knew exactly what the problem was, too. She'd felt a cock in her cunt for the very first time. It had lasted only a second, but now she couldn't do without it ever again.
CHAPTER TWO
Amy dreaded the sixth period at school the next day. She wondered how she was going to look Tim in the eye. Although he hadn't succeeded in balling her, he must have known how excited she'd been. It was all terribly embarrassing.
The encounter with Tim was worse than she'd expected. As he walked into class, he gave her such a hot look of longing that she was sure the other students would notice it. Amy blushed furiously and turned away from the boy. All during the class she avoided his glance, but she couldn't help being aware of his presence.
And just as she'd dreaded, the boy lingered after class when the other students had gone. Amy started loading up her things as fast as she could-purse, coat, books, papers to grade. It soon became apparent that it was too much for her to carry. She hadn't brought her car to school, either, preferring to walk.
"You won't be able to lift all that stuff, Miss Lewis," Tim said. "Let me help you carry it home."
Amy turned to him, red-faced. "I could use the help, Tim," she said, "but please understand that that's all I want."
"Sure, Miss Lewis," Tim replied politely. "Whatever you say."
Amy felt nervous walking beside the boy the short distance to her house, but she actually had needed his help and couldn't have made it without him. She knew she owed him some kind of reward. She also knew she'd have to play it very carefully, or he'd think she was encouraging him. It was a very awkward situation.
When they reached the house, Amy said, "Thanks very much for your help, Tim. Could I offer you a dollar for your trouble?"
"Aw, naw, Miss Lewis," Tim said, "I couldn't take any money. But if you've got something cold to drink, that would be great. It sure is a hot day."
He had her backed into a corner-there was no way she could refuse him without seeming rude. Reluctantly Amy said, "Very well, Tim, you can come in for a Coke, but after that I want you to go right home."
"Yes, ma'am," Tim said.
He entered the house behind her, broadly grinning. When he'd promised to behave himself, he'd lied, but he figured it was a legitimate lie. After all, if he'd come on to her right away, she would have panicked. He krtew he had to take his time and proceed very carefully with his beautiful English teacher.
But no matter what he had to do, Tim was determined to make love to Miss Lewis. He couldn't forget their exciting encounter yesterday, his brief and tantalizing glimpse of her lovely big tits and little curly brown muff. And for one delicious second he'd actually touched his cock to her cunt. He remembered how hot and juicy that little hole had felt. He wanted to feel it again.
Miss Lewis led the way into her kitchen and opened Cokes for both of them. "We can have this in the living room," she said. "We'll be more comfortable in there."
Tim was tempted to remark that they'd be even more comfortable in bed, but he reminded himself not to spook Miss Lewis by moving too fast. They went into the living room, and he sat a respectable distance from her on the couch. He tried to act meek and polite, but all the time he was thinking about how urgently he wanted to get,: into her pants.
"Tim, about yesterday," Amy was saying, "you took me by surprise, or things wouldn't have gone so far. And it must never happen again. Please understand that my reputation and my career are very important to me, and I couldn't risk losing them."
"Sure, Miss Lewis, I understand," Tim said.
Amy breathed a sigh of relief. "That's very sensible of you, Tim," she said. "I'm sure you understand that it's impossible for us to get involved. The age difference is just too great."
Like hell, Tim thought.
The difference in their ages meant nothing at all to him. Miss Lewis was the most beautiful woman he'd never seen, far more attractive than girls his own age. And that was all that mattered. He went on agreeing with her little lecture, but inwardly he was seething with horny need. He just needed the right moment to make his move.
"Well, Tim, I'd really better get to work, and I imagine your parents are wondering about you," Amy said.
Tim swallowed hard. He'd finished his Coke, they'd finished their talk, and there seemed to be no excuse for him to hang around. Amy got up and started for the door, and he had to follow her. He glanced around desperately, looking for some way to stall, and he happened to notice that one of the living room lamps wasn't plugged in.
"Hey, what's wrong with this lamp?" he said.
"Oh, it's broken," Amy said. "I just haven't had time to get it repaired."
"I could do it for you, easy," Tim said. "Just get me a screw driver."
"Why, how nice of you," Amy said, "but perhaps we could postpone it till tomorrow. I really must get going on my paper work."
She had her hand on the doorknob. It was no time for finesse. Tim had tried everything but the direct approach, and now he was desperate. He seized Miss Lewis in a powerful embrace and started dragging her back toward the couch. She screamed and struggled.
"Tim," Amy cried, "what are you doing? You promised to behave. You said you understood. Let go of me this minute."
Tim didn't answer. There was nothing to say. He'd lied and they both knew it. Now he'd committed himself to making love to her, and he meant to go through with it. He wrestled Miss Lewis onto the couch and threw himself on top of her, pinning her down. She was blushing and tearful, pushing at his shoulders and protesting.
"Tim, please, let's not go through this again," Amy wept. "It's wrong, and I don't want to do it. Let me go."
"I have to have you," Tim said hoarsely. "I don't care what you say, I just have to have you."
He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Amy found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push him off. She could have slapped and clawed the kid, but she didn't want to do that. She decided it would be wisest to lie back and rest for a moment and think the situation over. There had to be a way out that didn't involve hurting anyone.
Tim mistook her stillness for agreement. Eagerly he unbuttoned her blouse and drew it off. Miss Lewis blushed but said nothing. He was about to tear her tightly-packed bra right off her, like he'd done yesterday, when he realized that that was rather rude. Besides, a guy had to learn to unhook bras sometime. He reached around her and found the catch.
"Tim, please don't do that," Amy whimpered.
"I just wanta look," he lied.
She went still again. It would give her time to think. The boy fumbled with the catch of her bra and finally got it open. He quickly drew off the little lacy garment and gawked hot-eyed at her big firm jugs. They stood right up even though she was lying on her back.
"Oh, man, your tits are beautiful," Tim sighed.
Amy's blush deepened, but she said nothing. The excited boy slipped his hot sweaty hands under her big creamy-pale jugs and began to mold and squeeze the silky globes. Amy stifled a sigh of pleasure. It really did feel nice to have her naked tits played with. Tim caressed her sensitive boobs all over, enjoying their hot satiny texture.
As he eagerly caressed and squeezed her big sensitive boobs, Amy felt her pussy starting to glow and moisten. That always happened when she got horny, and she knew that soon her whole slit would be swollen, wet, and scorchingly hot. She tried to conceal her arousal, lying still and quiet, but her natural urge was to rub her hungry little pussy against the boy's crotch.
Tim didn't try to stifle HIS natural urges. As he panted and played with her magnificent big jugs, he got hotly excited, and he felt a warning tingle in his balls. He blushed a little. It was an embarrassing time to get a cock-stand-just when he'd told Miss Lewis that he only wanted to look. But there wasn't much he could do about it.
They both felt it. Tim's cock gave a violent lurch and then sprang into life, going long and thick and hard as a rock. It stuffed the crotch of his jeans, making a huge bulge, and to Tim it felt as if his dick was going to burst right out of his pants. What Amy felt was a hard hot lump rubbing against her muff. She knew all too well what it was.
"Oh, Tim, stop before you go too far," she moaned.
"I'm not stopping till I ball you," he said breathlessly. "Honest to God, Miss Lewis, I'll croak if I don't have you."
The urgency in his voice was genuine, and Amy knew it. She was used to dealing with teenage boys, and she knew that their lust could be overpowering. A normally nice polite kid like Tim could turn into a savage if he needed to get his rocks off. He wouldn't hesitate to rape her. And if she didn't think of an escape plan soon, that was just what was going to happen.
But escape became less and less attractive to Amy as the excited teenager went on playing with her big naked breasts. His hot eager touch felt delicious. Then he impulsively bent down and began to kiss her silky throbbing jugs, and that felt even better. Amy squirmed with horny need. Just like yesterday, she thought how easy and pleasant it would be just to give in to him.
But of course she couldn't do that. She couldn't be so low as to ball her own student, a kid more than twenty years her junior. It would be immoral and dangerous. She had to put a stop to it-now. Once more she pushed hard against Tim's shoulders, but she couldn't budge him. His longish brown hair tickled her chin as he eagerly kissed all over her lovely firm tits.
"Tim, that's enough," she squeaked. "You'll get into big trouble if you don't let me go right now."
"It'll be worth it," the boy sighed.
Again he followed his natural urges and clamped his mouth around her left nipple. The little bud was rosy-red, soft, and faintly pulsing. He sucked it all the way into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. He began to suck on it, hard and fast like a hungry puppy. Miss Lewis gasped, flinched, then trembled.
"Ohhhhh, Tim, noooo," she moaned.
She hadn't expected the hot excitement that coursed through her body as the boy sucked fast and loudly on her tender little nipple. It felt fantastic, and she had a hard time concealing her sudden arousal. Then to her embarrassment she felt her nipple going stiff and pointed in Tim's mouth.
Tim felt it, too, and sucked even harder on her stiff little bud. Again Miss Lewis gasped and quivered. He finally released her nipple and gawked at it, admiring his work. One nipple was still soft and round, the other erect and long and wet. Tim decided that the two nipples ought to match.
"OHHHH," Amy gasped.
The boy had sucked her other nipple into the delicious heat and wetness of his mouth, and it felt marvelous to her. Soon the second nipple was as stiff and throbbing as the first. The excitement was extending itself right down to her pussy. Her scarlet slit was swelling up, getting wet and hot. When Tim finally raised his head from her tits, all she could do was blush and tremble.
"I wanta see the rest of you," he panted.
Amy felt dazed with lust. Somewhere in her mind there was still a tiny voice of common sense, and it told her to order the boy out of her house immediately, that it was insane to get involved with her own adolescent student. But the voice was becoming fainter and fainter. What dominated her attention was the boiling need in her horny little pussy.
Meanwhile Tim had slid down her body and was pulling off her skirt. Amy watched dizzily as he slipped the garment off and then reached for her very last piece of clothing, her skimpy white lace panties. As Tim seized the waistband Amy gave a little cry of alarm and reached out to stop him. Too late. He whisked her panties right off, leaving her completely naked.
"Oh, Jesus," the boy moaned.
He gawked down at the beautiful older woman. He'd had a crush on Miss Lewis all year and had often fanatasized her naked, but this was better than any jack-off fantasy. Her body was spectacular, tall and curvy and firm. His hot hungry eyes darted back and forth between her big globeshaped jugs and the sweet little brown triangle of her bush.
Miss Lewis seemed in kind of a daze, glassy-eyed and flushed, and she wasn't fighting any more. Tim took advantage of the moment. He started pulling his own clothes off.
Amy knew that this was her last chance to escape. The boy had to get off her to undress, and she could easily get away. Instead she just lay there and gawked. Tim pulled off his t-shirt, and she admired his broad, tan but hairless chest. He kicked off his sneakers and then quickly skinned out of his tight blue jeans. He wasn't wearing any shorts.
Amy's big brown eyes widened as she eyed the boy's enormous hard-on. It was just as handsome and just as exciting as yesterday. His prick looked pure and clean, the milky-white skin of the shaft contrasting with the deep red of the head. His round full nut sacs were rosy and hairless. It all looked delicious to her love-starved eyes.
But then Tim turned and looked pointedly at her crotch. She knew that his next move would be to throw himself on her again and try to fuck her. Much as she needed sex, eager as she was to lose her virginity, Tim was not the right lover for her. She had to stop him-even if it killed her to do it.
"Tim, NO," she shrieked.
She drew up her legs, preparing to roll off the couch. That was as far as she got. Tim was much too quick for her. He grabbed her knees, forced them apart, and knelt between them. She couldn't close her legs and she couldn't get away because he had a firm grip on her thighs. The eager boy stared and stared at her naked pussy.
He was getting his first real look at a pussy, and he liked what he saw. Miss Lewis' little slit was scarlet, surrounded by a light fringe of glossy brown curls. He could see all the mysterious female parts his older buddies had told him about-the fat little bump of her clit, the plump rosy lips of her pussy, the small shadowed mouth of her cunt.
Amy writhed with embarrassment. Only her doctors had seen her pussy, and it was humiliating enough with them. Now she had a horny teenage boy, one of her own students, gawking at her nak-ed gash. She whimpered and tried to close her thighs, but Tim held her legs wide open. It was as if he couldn't look long enough at her pretty little slit.
Full of curiosity, Tim reached out and trailed a finger up and down her scarlet gash. The flesh was tender, slick, and molten-hot. As he touched her there, Miss Lewis gasped and quivered, just like she'd done when he sucked her tits. He pressed a fingertip to the fat little button of her clit and rubbed it a little.
"OHHHHH," Amy moaned.
She felt ashamed of herself for that outburst, but she couldn't suppress her cry of pleasure as the boy rubbed her ultrasensitive little clit. Helplessly she arched her pussy upward, rubbing her eager joy button against his fingertip. Hot juice gushed from her aroused cunt. Tim gawked at her, surprised by her reaction.
"Did I hurt you?" he said.
"Y-Yes," Amy lied.
But Tim wasn't fooled. Something in her voice, something about the hot wet feeling of her pussy, told him that his pretty teacher really liked what he was doing. To find out for sure, he rubbed her clit again, harder and faster this time. Amy moaned, and her big brown eyes rolled wildly. Tim felt a gush of hot liquid all over his hand. Now he was sure she liked it.
Eagerly he frigged her moist throbbing love bud faster and faster. Amy fought the pleasure and lost. Her whole body seemed to melt with hot excitement as Tim rubbed his fingertip briskly back and forth over her horny little clit. She couldn't stop the lusty jerking of her hips or the steady gush of her steamy cunt-cream.
As he massaged her clit, Tim watched Miss Lewis intently. Her lovely body slowly flushed pink all over, and her big tits swelled up taut. Her eyes rolled, and she was moaning softly but steadily. His hand was soon soaked with her cunt-juice. Even a seventeen-year-old virgin could figure out what it all meant. Tim was sure that Miss Lewis wanted to fuck.
Amy dizzily watched as the boy lowered himself between her thighs. She knew this was her absolutely last chance to stop him. A slap on the face would do it, giving her enough time to escape. She could still avoid letting him ball her-but she no longer wanted to.
She'd waited forty years for sex. She'd needed it as much as any other woman, and she'd suffered terribly without it. She didn't want to wait any longer. Life was too short to wait. She buried all thoughts of the consequences and let Tim slide down between her thighs. She felt the big hard head of his cock grazing her hot slick pussy.
"Tim," she moaned, "promise me you'll never tell anyone about this-ever."
"Oh, Jesus, yes, Miss Lewis," the boy said hoarsely, "I promise. Just let me fuck you. PLEASE."
"All right, Tim," Amy sighed.
Overjoyed, the horny teenager pushed the swollen red head of his cock into the moist little mouth of her cunt. Slowly he eased his achingly stiff prick into a woman's box for the very first time. It felt fantastically good. Her hot, juicy, snug twat was the perfect place for his eager cock.
"Aw, Jesus," Tim whined, "it feels great."
Amy had to agree. As she took her very first cock, she felt no pain, only heart-pounding excitement. It was a tight fit, but Tim's thick young prick stuffed her horny little cunt deliciously, and his hard shaft glided over her eager clit. She creamed furiously around his slowly advancing cock and quivered with horny pleasure as his swollen hot balls came to rest against her pussy.
"Oohhhhh," Amy moaned, "OHHHHHH."
"Is it okay, Miss Lewis?" Tim panted. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"N-No, dear," Amy panted, "it's all right. Just do it to me."
"Oh, wow, I sure will," Tim sighed.
He'd never balled a girl before, but his natural instincts told him what to do. He began working his eager dick fast and hard and deep in Miss Lewis' wonderfully snug slick cunt. Every thrust was bliss. He knew he could never go back to jacking off now. Fucking was a hundred times more fun.
"Awwwww," Tim moaned, "A WW WWW."
Amy felt herself rapidly carried away by dizzying pleasure. Fucking was even better than she'd imagined. It felt marvelous to have the boy's thick hard prick jerking deep in her cunt. She began to work her hips in time to his strokes, and her twatjuice gushed steadily around his meat. She lost all self-control.
"Oh, my God, Tim," she whined, "it's so good. Ohhhh, I love it. Don't stop. Just keep fucking me, darling. Ohhhh, YES."
Tim stared down blissfully at her. It seemed like a dream come true that his beautiful English teacher was taking the repeated thrusts of his cock and telling him how much she liked it. He could hardly believe he was actually fucking Miss Lewis-but her molten-hot juicy little cunt was real enough around his jerking dick.
"I love it, I love it," Amy babbled. "Oh, my God, I think I'm going to come. Yes, yes, AHHHHHHH."
Tim felt her fiery-hot cunt gripping and squeezing his prick as she came. By some miracle he managed not to shoot his load. He didn't want to stop fucking Miss Lewis, not ever. As her lovely body rocked and writhed, he drove his cock into her again and again....
CHAPTER THREE
For a long time after Tim left, Amy lay on the couch in a daze. She could hardly believe that after forty years of waiting and wondering, she'd finally lost her virginity. But the pleasantly bruised and satisfied feeling in her cunt told her it was true.
She wasn't sorry not to be a virgin any more. She could freely admit to herself that she'd loved every second of her first fuck. She only wished that she'd escaped her mother's domination a long time ago and explored the whole world of sex. Now that she'd finally had a man, she knew she wouldn't be content with masturbation any longer.
No, the only thing she regretted was that she'd lost her virginity to Tim.
If only he'd been a man her own age, she wouldn't feel such shame and guilt. But she knew damned well it was wrong of her to get involved with so young a boy. It was definitely wrong for her as a teacher to make love to a student. Tim was not a suitable lover for her, and she would be wise not to let him into her house again.
It wasn't going to be easy to face the boy in class now that they'd fucked, but fortunately she didn't have to worry about that right now. It was Friday, and there was a whole weekend ahead of her before she had to face Tim again. By then she would have thought of some gentle but effective way of breaking off their relationship.
The next day, Saturday, Amy was busy cleaning house when the doorbell rang. She opened it, and there was Tim carrying a tool box. Amy blushed. She hadn't had time to figure out the words to use with the boy. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but their affair could not continue. It was immoral and dangerous.
"Hi, Miss Lewis," Tim said cheerfully. "I came to repair that lamp for you. I've got all my tools here, so if there's anything else that needs fixing, I'll do that, too."
Amy's heart melted. When he wasn't overcome with lust, Tim was such a nice and thoughtful boy. She couldn't just kick him in the teeth. She'd take her time and think of some gentle way to let him down.
"Thank you, Tim," she said. "This is very nice of you. I'd like to have that lamp fixed, and then perhaps you could look at a leaky faucet."
"Sure thing, Miss Lewis," he said.
He came in and got to work on the faulty lamp. Amy went on with her dusting and polishing, but she couldn't help glancing at the boy occasionally. He really was a very attractive kid. She remembered vividly how sleek and firm his body was. And above all she remembered how his cock looked. That pale thick pole of flesh with its swollen rosy head was something she'd never forget.
It was a shame she had to give it all up. But she felt guilty enough already about balling the boy, and she wasn't going to let herself in for more guilt. Before Tim left today, she'd somehow have to inform him that they couldn't be lovers and that he must never come to her house again.
She couldn't have known that Tim had completely different plans.
He knew by now that he had to proceed slowly and carefully with Miss Lewis, so for the time being he was on his best behavior. He didn't leer, didn't make any remarks about what had happened yesterday. He was quiet and polite. But as he worked on the broken lamp switch, his mind was only partly on the job.
He kept remembering Miss Lewis' gorgeous mature body, the way he'd fondled and sucked her big ripe tits and run his hands over her silky thighs and ass. He remembered how fantastically good it had felt when he plunged his cock into her for the first time. That searing heat, that snug grip, that juicy wetness-he damned near got a hard-on just thinking about it.
Oh, yes, he definitely intended to ball his lovely teacher again-but he knew he'd have to play it just right to get her willing cooperation. Today she was being cool and distant, and she blushed every time their eyes met. She was no doubt embarrassed as hell about letting herself go with him yesterday. He could understand that. But he wasn't going to let it stop him.
"There, it's fixed," he announced, plugging in the lamp and turning it on. "I replaced the switch."
"Tim, that's marvelous," Amy said gratefully. "You really are a very talented boy."
"Well, not in English literature," Tim said with a grin.
"English isn't everything," Amy replied. "You might have quite a career ahead of you doing small repairs."
"Well, let's see if I can fix that faucet first," he laughed.
Amy led the way into the bathroom where the sink tap had a steady irritating drip. Tim got out the proper tools and started to work. It was hard to concentrate, though, because the mirror over the sink reflected Amy's bedroom. She had the door open and was dusting away in there. Just to see Miss Lewis next to a bed made Tim feel urgently horny.
He quickly replaced the worn-out washer in the faucet and went to tell Miss Lewis about it. She didn't hear him come into the bedroom. She was standing on a tall stool, sweeping cobwebs from the ceiling. Tim discovered to his delight that he could see right up her dress. He inched closer and took a good long look.
Miss Lewis had long shapely legs, but that wasn't what riveted the boy's attention. She was wearing tight blue bikini panties that hugged the adorable little globes of her ass and outlined the plump pout of her pussy. A few glistening brown bush-hairs showed around the leg bands of her panties. All Tim could think of was how deliciously hot and juicy and tight her twat had been.
He felt his cock springing into stiffness. It was premature as usual, but he couldn't stop it. It swelled up thick and long and hard, making an obscene bulge in the crotch of his jeans. His balls filled with jism and got hot and tight. He urgently wanted to fuck, but first he had to get Miss Lewis into his arms. He had a sudden wicked idea.
"Hey, Miss Lewis," he said loudly, "I'm finished."
Amy, who hadn't even known he was in the room, did just as he expected. She gave a squeak of surprise, whirled to look at him-and lost her balance. She fell off the high stool, but Tim was right there to catch her. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down on her back.
"Oh, gee, I hope you're not hurt," he said.
"I-I don't think so," Amy stammered. "You just gave me a terrible fright, that's all."
"Well, you better lie still for a few minutes," Tim said. "Here, let me loosen your collar."
Her dress was buttoned high at the neck, but Tim quickly unbuttoned it all the way to her waist. He drew the dress open and exposed the fullypacked cones of her blue bikini bra. Her gorgeous big jugs were swollen and heaving. He felt his rigid young prick leaking a big hot glob of juice.
"Just breathe easy now," he said. "Get as comfortable as you can."
He slipped off her shoes and began massaging her bare silky legs, slowly working his hands upward. Meanwhile Amy was recovering her senses. There was no need for Tim to open her dress like that, she knew, and there was no need for him to massage her legs. Yet somehow she couldn't move or speak. His touch felt so pleasant. She wanted him to go on and on touching her.
Forty years without a man had made Amy dangerously susceptible to a male touch. Her body was starved for strokes and caresses. She quivered lustily as Tim worked his hands slowly up her legs. She felt his hands slipping under her dress, and still she said nothing. She knew she should stop him, yet she couldn't bear to have the pleasure end-not just yet, at least.
Tim felt the same quivering excitement as he slid his hands under Amy's dress and touched her hot silky thighs. Very slowly he worked his way upward, gently massaging, until he could feel the moist radiating heat of her slit. His cock drooled another big glob of juice. It thrilled him to know that he was almost touching her pussy-and so far she hadn't uttered a word of protest or made a move to stop him.
He glanced quickly down at her. Miss Lewis' pretty face was slightly flushed, and her big brown eyes were hot and glazed-just the way they'd been yesterday when he started playing with her pussy. Her big thrusting tits seemed to be swelling and tightening, and he could see the hard points of her nipples poking against her bra. He was pretty sure he was turning her on.
Still he didn't rush. One false move and she'd start protesting, he was sure of it. He inched his fingers ever so slowly into the hot satiny tops of her thighs. He gently extended one finger and touched the crotch of her panties. It was moist and very hot. He pressed harder. Miss Lewis gave a little moan and he felt a sudden wetness on the tip of his finger.
Amy quivered harder. The boy was touching her pussy now, stroking it through the thin crotch of her panties and massaging the bare flesh of her gash. But she couldn't bring herself to ask for it. She knew it was very wrong of her to let him go this far.
You've got to make him stop, she told herself sternly. Stop him before he goes too far.
Even as she was thinking this, Tim got bolder and eased a finger inside the moist crotch of her panties. He shivered lustily as he felt the searinghot flesh of her pussy. He touched the curly fringe of her slit, the plump lips of her cunt. Her small recessed cunt-mouth was leaking a little stream of hot sticky juice. He started to slide his finger up her cunt.
"Oh, Tim, nooo," Amy moaned.
Things had definitely gone too far now. She rolled quickly away from the boy, set her feet to the floor, and sprang up. Blushing hotly, she started to button her dress. Tim looked stricken for a moment, his face a study in disappointment, but then it changed to a look of fierce determination. He seized her hands and drew them away from her unbuttoned dress.
"Lie down again, Miss Lewis," he said. "We're gonna get it on."
"We certainly are not," Amy said hotly. "It was very wrong of us to do it yesterday, and I'm not going to do it again. I want you to leave at once, Tim."
"Bullshit," he snapped. "You want me, and you know it. I felt your pussy, teacher, and it was all hot and wet."
"TIM," Amy gasped.
It was humiliating but true-her pussy was very wet, and she was powerfully aroused. But she wasn't going to admit it. She wasn't going to give the boy any encouragement at all. As an adult, it was her responsibility to end their immoral affair. Tim's lust had blinded him to all the dangers and risks of fucking his teacher.
"Now listen to me, Tim," she said sternly.
Not only didn't he listen, he grabbed her and pushed her down on the bed again. He threw himself on top of her and dry-humped her frantically, his rock-hard cock rubbing her tender muff. Amy shrieked and struggled, but she couldn't throw him off. She cross her legs and held them tightly shut. It was a stalemate.
"You might as well open your legs, teacher," Tim panted. "I'm not letting you go till we ball."
"I won't do it," Amy said stubbornly. "We can lie here all day if you want, but I'm not making love with you."
Tim could see the determination in her eyes, and there was only one thing he could think of that might change her mind. It had worked before. He wriggled his arm between their tightly-pressed bodies, tugged up her dress, and got his hand inside her panties. He touched the springy curls of her bush, parted them, and found the red-hot lump of her clit. He began to rub the fat moist button.
"Oh, GOD," Amy gasped.
Instant and powerful pleasure radiated through her pussy as Tim stroked her clit. Her hot little love-bud was so sensitive, so constantly horny, that even the slightest tough felt terrific. And by now Tim had learned just how much speed and pressure to use if he wanted to arouse her. His fingertip zipped back and forth over her throbbing clit.
"Noooo," Amy whined.
Tim kept frigging her clit. He was sure that if he just kept it up, her resistance would be overcome. And sure enough, the longer he rubbed her moist little joy button, the more she quivered and moaned, and the wetter his finger got. Soon she was helplessly jerking her hips in time to his strokes, and he could feel her whole pussy getting soaked and scorching hot.
"Oh, Tim, we shouldn't be doing this," Amy moaned. "It's wrong, and you know it."
The flush-faced boy said nothing. He just went on massaging her hotly horny clit. Amy couldn't resist the searing pleasure that melted her whole eager pussy. Slowly her legs parted and Tim slipped down between her thighs. She felt the huge hard bulge of his crotch against her steamy little slit.
With his free hand Tim reached down and unzipped his jeans. He tugged them down over his small taut ass. His cock sprang free of its confinement and nestled eagerly in the wet hot folds of Miss Lewis' cunt-lips. She felt it and gave a little squeal of alarm. She pushed hard at his shoulders, sobbing. Tim showed no mercy. He thrust the big swollen head of his prick into her small wet twatmouth.
"Oh, God, NO," Amy wailed. "Don't do it to me, Tim. Don't put your cock in me."
Tim's reply was to give another powerful thrust, and his eager young prick stuffed her steamy little cunt-hole and butted her womb. Fully impaled on his thick hard cock, Amy gave up the fight. She wanted to fuck so urgently, she felt she'd die if they stopped now. She moaned and sank back on the bed, legs fully open, letting Tim fuck her.
"Yeah, yeah," the excited boy panted. "Oh, Christ, Miss Lewis, your cunt is so friggin' HOT. Ohhhhh, man."
Amy drew her legs back at the knees, wanting the full depth of his cock as he balled her. Tim fucked her in quick hard thrusts, deliciously stuffing her horny little cunt with each blow. Amy couldn't contain herself. She began to whimper with pleasure and jerk her hips to his rhythm. Her hungry little twat-gushed searing-hot cream around his slamming dick.
"Oh, ohhhhh, OHHHHH," she cried.
Tim studied her face. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was twisted in a horny little grimace. She was digging his fucking, no question about it. He could feel her hot cunt-juice spurting around his cock, and he could feel the eager writhing of her hips as he balled her. He felt proud and triumphant. Once again he'd gotten his lovely teacher into bed, once again she was obviously loving every second of it.
"You like the way I'm fucking you. Miss Lewis?" he said eagerly.
Amy was too wild with lust to deny it. "Oh, yes, Tim," she moaned, "it feels wonderful. Just keep doing it, dear. Bring me off."
"I sure will," Tim said eagerly.
He increased the speed and force of his fucking, ramming powerfull into her, forcing the moltenhot cream from her gripping cunt. Amy bared her teeth in a lusty grimace and arched her hungry pussy up to take the full length of his slamming prick. Then suddeny she gasped, bucked, and began to come.
"Oh, my God, I'M COMING," she wailed. "Yes, yes, darling, it's so GOOD."
Tim watched proudly as his lovely teacher climaxed around his stiff meat. He had it thrust all the way into her, and he could feel her boiling box gripping and squeezing his prick as she came. He steeled himself not to come right along with her. He wanted to go on balling her as long as possible. He wanted this to be a fuck she'd never forget.
"Ohhhhh," Amy sighed.
Her powerful spasms finally came to an end. To her surprise and pleasure, Tim's cock was still hard as a rock. She wriggled lustily around the thick impalement, already eager for more stiff balling. She had a lot of lost time to make up for-forty years, in fact. She felt she could never get enough of the boy's fine young cock.
"Let's try it another way," Tim said eagerly.
"Wh-what?" Amy answered dizzily.
"Like this," he said.
He whipped his cream-soaked cock out of her flooded little box and quickly rolled her over onto her hands and knees. Her adorable little round ass poked up in the air. He knelt behind her and briefly savored the sight of her moist rosy-red slit. Then he fitted the engorged purple head of his cock into the tiny wet mouth of her cunt.
"Oooooo," Amy squealed.
He was pushing his cock into her again, and it felt marvelous. She kept her pert little ass high and receptive as Tim slowly worked his thick meat clear to her womb. The dog position was fun and exciting. He could get into her even deeper this way. Her clinging cunt spewed hot juice all around his prick.
"Oh, Christ," Tim moaned, "so damned good."
"Yes, yes, darling," Amy whined, "put it into me. I want it. Oh, God, I want it."
He started humping her hard and fast, just the way she wanted it. After forty years without sex, she needed some really hard fucking to satisfy all her stored-up lust. Tim clutched her hips for balance and rammed his thick meat into her again and again, his swollen balls spanking her little round ass.
Amy moaned and clawed the bed as her excitement mounted. She knew women were capable of many orgasms, but of course she'd never had a chance to experience it before. Now she was finding out just how often and how much she could come. Tim had fucked her dog-style for less than a minute when she felt the wonderful hot explosion deep in her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh," Amy wailed, "OHHHHHH."
Tim paused to catch his breath and watch his beautiful teacher coming. Her adorable little ass writhed and twitched and bucked, and her moltenhot cunt-crearn gushed out around his deeplythrust cock. He felt it soaking his balls. Amy clawed the bed frantically and moaned hoarsely till her violent spasms stopped. Tim just barely kept from shooting his load.
"I know another way we could do it," he said.
"Tim," Amy gasped, "aren't you getting tired?"
"Naw," he said, "I never get tired of balling you."
He drew his rigid cream-soaked cock out of her and rolled onto his back. His handsome young dick stood straight up, pointing lewdly at the ceiling, the head huge and swollen and drooling. Amy blushed as she realized what he wanted her to do-but she didn't hesitate long. She could hardly wait to get that super-hard prick back inside her greedy little box.
She straddled the boy, her knees hugging his hips, and brought her dripping cunt-mouth down onto the fat purple head of his stiff-standing cock. Slowly she impaled herself on the rigid rod, sliding down it till her soaked pussy met his bush. Tim moaned lustily and reached up to fondle her big quivering boobs.
"Fuck'me, Tim," she murmured huskily, "fuck me again."
"You better believe I will," he moaned.
He started slamming his cock into her as hard and fast as he could. It was a scene he'd never forget. His gorgeous teacher rode his pounding prick with hoarse cries of ecstasy, her thick brown hair flying, her big full breasts bouncing crazily. He could see his thick pale cock zipping up and down between her hair-fringed pussy-lips, gleaming with her gushing juice.
It was too much for the excited boy. Just watching Miss Lewis as he fucked her was a mindblower. He felt her fiery-hot cunt squeezing his meat as she climaxed once again, and this time he couldn't hold out.
"AWWWWWW," Tim bellowed.
Amy felt the sizzling-hot bath of his come. It seemed to intensify her own dizzying climax. Now that she'd experienced the full joy of fucking, she knew she could never do without it again.
But she knew she had to do without Tim.
CHAPTER FOUR
On Sunday afternoon Tim was back again with his tool kit, ready to fix anything that needed repairing, and, incidentally, to get it on again with Amy. But this time she didn't even let him in the house.
"I'm sorry, Tim," she told the disappointed boy, "but what we've been doing is all wrong, and I'm not going to do it any more. Please don't come to my house again."
Tim looked shattered, but he left without a word. Later Amy realized that she actually could have used his help on a number of repairs around the house. But since she didn't dare risk being alone with him, she'd have to find someone else to do the work. As she did her weekly shopping at the supermarket, she scanned the bulletin board.
A notice read: "Young man, 18, will do odd jobs. Call Rod." A phone number followed.
Amy copied it down. When she got home, she called the boy, and he agreed to come right over. That made her feel better. Not only would she get the repair work done, but with another person in the house she wouldn't have to worry about Tim possibly coming back and overpowering her. And at eighteen, this Rod would surely be mature enough to behave himself.
Rod arrived in fifteen minutes. He was a tall blond kid, just out of high school, and quite attractive. Amy ushered him into the house and put him to work on a sluggish drain in the kitchen sink.
"This doesn't look like much of a problem, Miss Lewis," he said. "I'm sure I can fix it."
Amy smiled. Rod seemed like such a nice, polite young man.
What she didn't know was that Rod was going through the most lusty phase of his life and had discovered a very successful way of dealing with it. He'd started doing odd jobs just to get some college money, but he soon found out that lonely older women and bored housewives wanted him for more than repairs. He'd been working for six months and had been seduced seven times already.
He'd never had to make the first move. Widows, divorcees, and restless wives approached him and made their desires abundantly clear. And Rod didn't turn them down. It sure beat the hassle of trying to get it on with a chick his own age. In his late adolescence he seemed continually horny, so his sex-starved customers were the perfect answer to his problem.
The only trouble was, some of the older women who pursued him were dogs. He'd had his share of homely, overweight, and neurotic females. So he was delighted when Miss Amy Lewis answered the doorbell and let him into her home. She was a knockout, the most beautiful older woman he'd ever seen. He felt violently horny just from looking at her.
Miss Lewis remained in the kitchen to watch him work. She was wearing skin-tight blue jeans and a clinging little red jersey that outlined the bold thrust of her big tits. She had a fantastic body, and Rod couldn't resist sneaking lusty glances at her. He imagined how she'd look with her clothes off, how exciting it would be to get her into bed.
The only problem was, Miss Lewis didn't seem at all interested in starting a flirtation. Rod knew the signs by now. The other women had contrived to brush against him, trail their hands over his body, start a sexy conversation-or just plain strip in front of him. Miss Lewis didn't do any of that. She seemed friendly but reserved.
Rod knew he had to have her. He'd made up his mind the minute he saw her. But he'd never been in a situation like this, where he had to make all the moves. He was used to being seduced. So as he worked on the sink, he plotted how to get the love-ly spinster turned on. There must be a way. He was determined not to leave till he'd balled her.
"You live here alone, huh, Miss Lewis?" he said.
"That's right," Amy replied.
"Must get kinda lonely," Rod suggested.
"Sometimes, but I manage," Amy said.
She wasn't biting. If she'd been interested in a quick tumble in bed, she could have worked it into the conversation. Rod seethed with frustration. Maybe it would be better just to touch her and see how she reacted. He stood up suddenly, pretended to lose his balance, and fell against Amy, clutching her for support. Her warm curvy body felt delicious against him.
"Oops, sorry," he said.
"That's all right," Amy said.
She quickly drew back, but he saw her blush. And he saw something else-a brief hot glow in her eye. Rod was almost sure that their quick body contact had excited her.
And he was right. Amy had been standing there pretending to be cool, but all the while she'd been thinking how terribly attractive Rod was, and wishing that he were even remotely her age. When ijie fell against her, his hard young body pressing hers, she'd experienced a sudden and powerful wave of lust.
But Rod didn't know that. He only knew that there was perhaps a faint possibility of turning her on, if he played it very carefully. Somewhere behind that dignified, reserved manner of hers, he was sure he detected a flesh-and-blood woman with all the normal needs and desires.
"This drain should work okay now," Rod said. "What else did you want me to do?"
Make love to me, Amy thought wickedly. Of course she wouldn't have said it aloud in a million years, but she was definitely thinking it. Too bad the kid was so young. She just didn't need to get involved with another teenage boy. Her whole pussy seethed with hot yearning, but she knew Rod was not a suitable lover for her, any more than Tim had been.
"I want you to help me move some furniture," Amy said. "Please come this way."
She led the boy to a bedroom filled with massive old oak furniture. "My mother passed on a few weeks ago, and this was her room," she explained. "I'd like to move all this furniture into the attic and set this up as a study."
Rod was thinking fast. He walked over to the huge old double bed and sat down on the edge of it. "Wow, this is some antique," he said. "Must be worth a lot of money. Still got a good mattress, too."
"Oh, yes, it does," Amy said, joining him. She sat beside him and bounced a little, testing the mattress. Rod couldn't help noticing how her big tits quivered when she moved. He also realized that this was probably his best shot at seducing her. They were side by side on a bed, and you couldn't get a better chance than that. He reached out and embraced Amy and kissed her on the mouth.
Amy, completely taken by surprise, simply melted into his arms. Rod slumped down, taking her with him, till they were stretched out on the bed. He rolled half on top of her as he continued kissing her, working his tongue in her mouth. Her big pointed boobs pressed his chest, exciting him hotly. He rubbed his crotch suggestively against her belly.
Amy suddenly gasped and jerked her face away from his. "Rod," she exclaimed, "what are you doing?"
"Testing the bed," he chuckled.
He kissed her again, stifling her cries of protest. Amy quivered with horny arousal. She knew it was outrageous of the boy to come on to her like that, and she knew it would be terribly wicked of her to permit it. But for the moment she couldn't bear to move. She was so starved for a man's embrace, and Rod's deep hungry tongue-kiss was something she'd yearned for all her life.
Rod felt the lovely older woman quivering in his arms. She didn't return his kiss, but she didn't fight him off, either. She was probably trying to make up her mind how to react. He wanted her reaction to be in his favor. He reached down and slipped his hand into her crotch and started to rub her pussy. His other lovers had taught him more than one way to get a woman aroused.
"Ummmmm," Amy murmured.
Rod's touch felt exciting even through her jeans and panties. Her pussy was always responsive to massaging fingers. Right away it started to swell and heat and moisten. She wanted to let herself go completely, to rub her horny little slit wantonly against the boy's stroking hand, but she was wary of getting involved with another adolescent. It had been difficult enough getting rid of Tim.
Rod could feel the radiating heat of her poussy right through her clothing. Timidly she rubbed her slit against his hand a few times, then stopped as if embarrassed. He rubbed harder, faster, on her warm moist crotch, and he thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. She gave a muffled moan, then started pushing against his shoulders. She broke the kiss with a gasp.
"Really, Rod," she said, "I didn't bring you in here for this. Let me go, and let's get on with our work."
Rod just grinned at her. No way in the world was he going to let her go now. He knew he could arouse her if he was just persistent enough-and it would be well worth the effort. This gorgeous older woman would be a delight to fuck. He kept his hand right in her warm moist crotch, stroking and rubbing.
"Rod, stop that," Amy squeaked.
"Aw, don't be so uptight, Miss Lewis," he said with a grin. "Let's have a little fun together. Nobody would ever have to know about it."
"Certainly not," Amy sputtered.
She pushed against his shoulders, but she couldn't budge him. He held her in place with his superior weight. While she protested and struggled, he pushed her jersey up over her bra and hungrily eyed her huge swelling tits. Unlike Tim, he was very experienced in taking off women's clothes. Slipping his hand under her, he quickly had her bra unhooked. He pushed it up out of the way.
"ROD," Amy gasped.
Rod wasn't listening. He was gawking delighted-ly at her big round tits. He'd never seen a nicer pair. He'd seen big tits and small ones, melonshaped and flat, but never any so beautiful as these. The creamy-white globes were perfectly round and firm, capped with dainty little rosy-red nipples.
"Jesus, you've got the nicest boobs I ever saw," he sighed. "Just let me touch them, okay?"
"Absolutely not," Amy said indignantly.
He paid no attention. Suddenly his hot hands were on her bare breasts, eagerly stroking and squeezing. Amy felt a dizzying wave of longing. Her big breasts were highly sensitive, and she loved having a man caress them. Almost instantly her pretty little nipples went stiff and throbbing against his palms.
Rod grinned. That was a good sign, her tits stiffening up like that. He continued to mold and massage her gorgeous big jugs. She went on whimpering in protest, but he noticed that she was flushed and not struggling so hard as before. She obviously liked having her tits played with but was too shy and nervous to say so. Well, he had the answer for that. He dipped his head down and sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth.
"OHHHH," Amy gasped.
Her cunt squirted a big load of hot juice. As Rod started to suck loudly and greedily on her sensitive little nipple, she felt stunned with longing. This kid was no amateur, either. She could tell he'd been around. He could probably make expert love to her. And it was so tempting just to let him do it.
Rod felt her big hot tit swelling up tight against his face. Her rigid pointed nipple throbbed with hot life. He was sure now that she was starved for sex, but she was also a lady, with pride and dignity, and it would take a lot to break down her resistance. He had the answer for that, too. He reached down and fumbled with the zipper of her jeans.
"Oh, no, not that," Amy squealed.
Lusty as she was, she just couldn't bring herself to hop into bed with a total stranger, especially one young enough to be her own son. Using all her remaining strength, she pushed hard against Rod's shoulders and managed to roll him off her. She rolled the other way, trying to get off the bed and make her escape.
"Hey, dammit," Rod cried.
His arm shot out, and he got a good grip on her jeans. He crouched over her, tugging at the zipper of her pants. Amy screamed and pulled his hair. He still got her jeans unzipped and tugged them off over her feet. He seized her lacy white panties and pulled them off, too, while Amy wept and struggled in vain.
"Oh, Jesus, fantastic," Rod moaned.
She had the prettiest bush he'd ever seen, a dainty little triangle of glossy brown fur. As she struggled and kicked, he got glimpses of her gleaming scarlet slit. It hurt a little when she kicked and scratched and pulled his hair, but he planned on ending her fighting mood pretty damned quick. He pushed her thighs open and jammed his face right into her crotch.
"What are you DOING?" Amy cried.
He didn't answer. She looked down in astonishment and saw his blond head meeting her little brown bush. His hair tickled her inner thighs, and his moist hot breath fanned her slit. He had his face pushed right into her pussy. Amy wondered what in hell he was doing. Then she suddenly felt a rush of mind-blasting pleasure.
"OOOOOOO," she howled.
The kid was licking her pussy. She could feel his hot slippery tongue lapping all over her most sensitive places. He licked and teased the small moist mouth of her cunt, the swollen red lips of her gash, and the hot little button of her clit. It was the most stunning pleasure she'd ever known.
She didn't have the will to fight it. She sank back on the bed, limp and panting, her whole body quivering with ecstasy as Rod ate her pussy. She didn't care any more about the consequences of their love-making or the difference in their ages. She just wanted those delicious sensations to go on and on.
"Oh, my God," she sighed.
Rod felt her resistance melting. As he licked all over her fragrant hot snatch, he felt her going limp and submissive. He felt her whole pussy start to swell and moisten, and the satiny flesh of her gash got searing-hot. Her small cunt-mouth began to leak a steady trickle of tasty juice. He lapped it up and swallowed it.
This was one trick he'd learned from his older lovers that never failed. He hadn't yet met a woman who didn't adore having her pussy eaten. Miss Lewis was no exception. As he continued to gobble and lap and lick all over her pretty scarlet gash, she began to moan and writhe and claw the bed. She was through fighting him, and they both knew it.
But Rod didn't hurry. She might be ready for some head, but she wasn't ready for fucking. He wanted to get her so hot and eager that she'd beg for it. He didn't like balling a woman who just lay there like a dead body. He wanted a woman who bucked and moaned and writhed with excitement. He wanted to conquer this beautiful spinster completely, and he figured he knew how to do just that.
He gently opened the furry lips of her muff and exposed the bright red lump of her clit. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the throbbing button and tickled it. Amy gave a shrill cry of delight. He pressed his tongue more firmly against her hot moist love-bud and began to lash it with speed and force. Amy moaned hoarsely and arched her body upward, feeding him her greedy little clit.
"Oooooo," she squealed, "OOOOOO."
She knew she was making a shameless spectacle of herself, but she just couldn't help it. Having her clit licked was the most fantastic pleasure she'd ever known. Each brisk flick of Rod's tongue on her ever-horny joy button sent her into total bliss. Helplessly she rubbed her clit against his tongue, moaned and writhed, and her aroused cunt leaked hot juice onto his chin.
"Ohhhhh, it's so GOOD," Amy whimpered.
Rod's young cock, already achingly stiff, gave a horny lurch and swelled up even bigger. His balls felt ready to burst his jeans. He knew now that he was going to be sticking his cock into Miss Lewis and that she wouldn't stop him. But she still wasn't ready yet. He had to make her so urgently horny that she'd do anything he wanted.
He licked faster and faster on her red-hot little clit, till he felt her teetering on the very brink of orgasm. Her lovely body quivered, and her voice was hoarse with need. Her hotly-aroused box was gushing thick cream all over his face. He jammed his mouth onto her throbbing joy button and started to suck it. Amy lurched violently and gave a loud cry of ecstasy. He gobbled her clit noisily, sucking it fast and hard.
"Oh, yes, YES," she wailed, "make me COME."
But that was just what Rod wanted to avoid. If he brought her off now, she wouldn't be so eager to fuck. He sucked a second more on her soaked hot love-bud, then drew his mouth away. Amy moaned in frustration. She'd been so close to coming. Rod waited a moment, giving her lust a chance to build to fever pitch, and then once more plunged his face into her steamy little pussy.
"Ooooooo," Amy squealed.
He wasn't licking her clit this time. His thick wet tongue lapped lower in her swollen slit, till he was rimming the very mouth of her cunt. He lapped up her fragrant dribbling cream and swallowed it. It was terribly exciting, and she couldn't help whimpering and creaming. Then the boy stuck the stiff tip of his tongue right inside her cunt.
"OHHH, YES," Amy gasped.
Slowly, tantalizingly, Rod eased his whole tongue up her scorching slick box. Amy nearly blacked out with pleasure. It felt fantastically good to have her starved little twat stuffed with thick hot tongue-meat. When he was all the way into her, he paused a moment, then started to jerk his tongue just like an eager cock. Amy moaned loudly and creamed all around his plunging tongue.
"Yes, yes, keep doing that," she cried. "Bring me off."
But again Rod was out to frustrate her on purpose. He jerked his tongue roughly, deeply, in her flooded hot cunt-hole, but when he felt her trembling and stiffening, about to come, he quickly withdrew. While Amy writhed in aching need, he knelt between her out-flung thighs and leaned over her.
"You want me to fuck you now?" he asked roughly.
Amy couldn't help it-she just had to have his cock inside her, had to come. "Yes," she panted, "oh, God, yes, do it to me."
He thrust his bulging crotch at her and growled, "Take it out."
Her desperate lust blotted out all pride and shame. She reached up and unzipped his jeans and eased his stiff cock out of his pants. It was a beauty, about six inches long and quite thick, the engorged head knob-shaped and purple. Amy slipped his jeans down around his knees and stared hungrily at his stiff-standing prick.
"Put it in," Rod ordered.
Amy blushed but didn't hesitate. She took his thick throbbing cock in her hand. It was hot and smooth and silky, fun to touch-but she didn't have time right now to play around. She fitted the hugely swollen head of his dick into the soaked little mouth of her cunt, pushing it in perhaps an inch.
"Good," Rod grunted.
He did the rest of the work, quickly ramming his steel-hard cock clear to her womb. Her box was the nicest he'd ever been in, scalding hot, slick and juicy, and miraculously tight. He moaned blissfullly as he sank down on her and began to ball her. He was too excited to be gentle. His cock jerked fast and hard.
"Ohhhh, yessss," Amy sighed. "My God, yes, fuck me hard. Fast. YES. Ohhh, I love it."
Rod's conquest was complete, and he settled down to enjoy the best fuck of his life. Never had he had a woman so lovely, so hot, so eager. Amy clung hard to him, jerking her hungry pussy in perfect time to his hard fast strokes. Her cuntcream bubbled around his meat and flooded out to soak his balls.
"Don't ever stop," Amy babbled. "Keep fucking me forever. I'll never get enough. NEVER."
CHAPTER FIVE
A few hours later Amy was to remember her wanton words with great regret. Rod had left, assuring her that he'd be back for more, and once again she was feeling guilty and ashamed over making it with a teenager.
"What's the matter with me?" she moaned.
She could remember all too well the way she'd begged Rod to fuck her again and again. If she hadn't been so insanely horny, she would never have said something like that. But after bottling up her lust for forty years, she could no longer contain it. When she got aroused, her pride and her morals went right out the window.
Something had to be done about it. Above all, she needed to meet men her own age. She just couldn't go on having affairs with boys twenty years her junior. Sooner or later, she'd be caught, and that would be the end of her career as a teacher. She wouldn't be able to show her face in Ferndale if the town found out what she'd been doing.
So she would have to get Rod out of her life, just as she'd done with Tim. She hated to do it. The boy was an experienced and delightful lover, just the kind she'd been craving all those long lonely years. But he was far too young for her. Next time he showed up, she'd have to deal with him firmly but kindly, let him know that their illicit affair couldn't continue.
Amy got the chance to make her little speech much sooner than she'd expected.
That very evening, just as she was getting out of the bathrub, the doorbell rang. Amy hastily threw on an old terrycloth bathrobe and raced to the door. There was Rod, grinning expectantly. The lovely spinster blushed lobster red. She really hadn't expected the boy to come back so soon, and she didn't have her words prepared.
"Hi, beautiful," Rod said, brushing past her and strolling into the living room. "I just couldn't stay away from you."
Amy hastily shut the door and turned to face him. "You'll have to learn to stay away from me, Rod," she said nervously.
"Huh? Whaddya mean?" the boy exclaimed.
Amy sighed and said, "Rod, it was very wrong of us to make love today. It was a terrible risk, and I'm far too old for you. What I'm saying is, I won't do it any more. And now I'd like you to leave."
Rod stared at her, his expression a mixture of amusement and annoyance. He could hardly believe what he'd just heard. That very afternoon Amy had been passionate and eager, a woman obviously starved for sex. He'd been absolutely sure that she'd be delighted to see him again. And now here she was giving him this crap about their affair being all wrong. He tried to sort it out in his mind.
"Bullshit," he said.
"I mean it, Rod," Amy said, her hand still on the doorknob. "I want you to leave right now. I don't want you in my house ever again."
She meant it, all right, he could see that now. But of course he wasn't taking no for an answer. No way in the world was he going to give up a fantastic bed partner like Amy Lewis. Not only was she beautiful and eager, but she had the sweetest, tightest box he'd ever balled. The lusty boy prepared himself for a struggle.
"Aw, come on, now," he said soothingly as he moved toward her, "take it easy. It's not such a big deal. Nobody ever has to know about us. And if we really want each other, age doesn't make any difference. I know I want you, Miss Lewis, and I'm willing to bet you want me."
Amy reddened. It was true, she did want him-desperately. Just looking at him was enough to make her hotly lusty. She remembered his delicious pussy-eating, the tireless way he'd balled her. It almost killed her to give him up, but she knew it was the right thing to do.
"No," she lied, "I don't want you, Rod. I just want you to leave-NOW."
She started to open the door. Rod, who'd been moving closer and closer to her, quickly seized her in his arms and dragged her away from the door. Amy shrieked and kicked and clawed, but the husky boy was too strong for her. He wrestled her to the rug and fumbled with the cord of her bathrobe.
"Rod, stop that," Amy cried. "This is outrageous. I told you to get out of my house."
"Bull," Rod panted. "You want me to fuck you, and you know it."
He finally succeeded in untying the belt of her robe. Lying half on top of her, so she couldn't wriggle away, he pulled the top of her robe open and gawked hungrily at her big pale quivering boobs. Amy wept and struggled, but Rod grabbed her arms and pinned them. He began hotly kissing her creamy-white tits and rosy-red nipples.
"Oh, God, nooooo," Amy moaned.
"Yes," Rod panted, "you know you want it. It's gonna be great, baby, I promise you."
That was exactly what Amy feared. Rod turned her on all too easily, and she knew that her reward for submitting would be a fantastically good fuck. It was very hard to resist. She had to remind herself what the town would think if they found out she'd been balling teenagers. She'd be lucky if she didn't get thrown in jail.
"Please, Rod, no," she whimpered. "I could lose my job."
"Will you quit worrying?" he said impatiently. "I'm not gonna tell anybody. Nobody'll ever know except us."
He clamped his mouth down on one of her soft rosy nipples and began to suck. As he'd hoped, Amy gasped and quivered, obviously excited. He sucked the tender cone all the way into his mouth and lashed it with his slippery hot tongue. He suck-ed hard and fast and noisily, making a lewd slurping noise.
Amy gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. Rod's loud greedy tit-sucking was terribly exciting to her, and she could feel the pleasure radiating all the way to her crotch. Her ever-hungry pussy began to swell and heat and moisten. Her body quivered uncontrollably, but at least she was able to suppress her lusty cries. She didn't want Rod to know how turned on she was.
Slowly her responsive nipple began to stiffen. It was hard not to respond to the delicious sensations Rod was giving her. All around her tender nipple his mouth was hot and juicy, his tongue was lashing, and his frenzied sucking stretched and tugged her little bud. The nipple got stiff and throbbing, and when it did, Rod released it and dived for the other one.
"OHHHH," Amy gasped.
She hadn't meant to make a sound, but the pleasure was so sudden and powerful that she couldn't help it. Rod sucked her soft nipple into the searing heat of his mouth, bathed it in his hot saliva, tickled it with his tongue. He sucked hard and fast on it, and soon it was as stiff and throbbing as the other nipple.
Rod spat out her stiffened red nipple and said, "You liked that. You know you did.,"
"All right," Amy moaned, "so I liked it. I'm only human, dammit. But that doesn't mean I want to risk everything I've worked for. Please, Rod, let me go."
"Uh-uh," he purred. "It's gonna be all right, baby. It's gonna be great. Just let me go down on you a little. That'll mellow you right out."
"Oh, Rod, NO," Amy cried.
She knew that if he started eating her pussy, she'd totally lose control of herself. Now, as he scooted down her body, she tried to wriggle out of the way. But Rod was too quick for her, too strong. He threw her robe wide open, then lay down on her again, his heavy body pinning her legs. Amy clamped her thighs shut.
"Come on, baby, open up," Rod whined.
"Noooo," Amy moaned.
It would be heavenly just to open her legs wide for the boy and let him eat her pussy. She wanted it urgently. But she knew she'd feel guilty later. She kept her legs firmly closed. Rod lay there with his face practically in her glossy little brown bush. Neither of them was about to give an inch.
"I'll make you open your legs," Rod growled. "I know just how to do it."
Amy hoped he was just bragging. She watched nervously. Rod caressed the soft warm fur of her bush, and it felt very pleasant, but she managed to conceal her excitement. Then he parted the furry lips of her muff and exposed the bright red button of her clit. His hot moist breath fanned the supersensitive lump, and Amy quivered with horny longing. If only she could just let herself go with him, if only he weren't so damned young!
"Yeah, I'll make you open your legs, bitch," Rod grumbled.
Still holding apart the brown-furred lips of her bush, he leaned close and stuck out his gleaming red tongue. Amy braced herself. Rod applied just the very tip of his tongue to her moist scarlet clit. He tickled it ever so gently, yet swiftly. Amy gritted her teeth and just barely managed to stifle a cry of ecstasy. Even the light feathery motion of Rod's tongue was hotly exciting to her.
He began to rim her supersensitive love-bud faster and faster with the slick hot tip of his tongue. Amy began to quiver helplessly. She could still keep silent, but she couldn't control the other obvious signs of her arousal. Besides the horny quivering, there was the gradual pink flush that spread over her body, and the hot swelling of her big breasts.
But the big give-away was her cunt. Her small hungry box was always eager for stiff stuffing, and it showed its eagerness with a big hot gush of cream. The faster Rod -rimmed her clit, the more steamy juice trickled from her aroused twat. Soon it was wetting the boy's chin. He felt it and licked even faster, knowing he was finally getting the beautiful spinster hot and horny for him.
"Noooo," Amy whined, "nooo."
Rod knew damned well she didn't mean it. Her boiling cunt-cream was gushing out steadily now, soaking his face. Her body shivered violently with each touch of his tongue against the slick little shaft of her clit. She wanted it, all right, and all he had to do was work her to a fever pitch of horniness. He had to get her so violently lusty that she wouldn't resist his cock.
And he thought he knew how to do that. He brought his mouth down on her soaked hot joy button and sucked the little lump inside. Any gave a half-muffled cry and her body shuddered violent-ly. Rod began to suck hard and fast on her clit. He felt a huge scalding rush of juice from her cunt.
"No, noooo, OHHHH," Amy cried.
It was no use, she just couldn't resist that kind of pleasure. It felt so fantastically good to have her clit sucked that she couldn't contain her horny moaning. Rod sucked ever faster and harder on her greedy little love-bud, and gradually her resistance melted. Slowly her thighs began to fall open.
Rod felt it. He felt her body going limp and submissive beneath him, felt her legs slowly opening. It was time to get ready. Still sucking steadily on her squirting hot clit, he reached down and unzipped his jeans. He tugged them down over his small taut ass. His stiff young cock sprang out, thick and hard and eager for action.
Amy felt him worming his body down between her legs even as he went on sucking her clit. She knew she ought to resist him, but her lust was too urgent. She just had to have something thick and hard in her blazing-hot little box. At last Rod drew his mouth away from her soaked swollen clit and scooted up between her thighs till the hard engorged head of his cock touched the slick flesh of her pussy.
He looked down at Amy. His eyes were glazed with lust. "You're not gonna stop me now, are you, bitch?" he growled.
Amy was too ashamed to reply. Tears of humiliation moistened her eyes. But she didn't resist. Rod had won again. She felt she'd die if she didn't get that gorgeous teenage cock inside her starved little cunt. She felt the knobby prick-head teasing her pussy, and it was all she could do not to grab his dick and thrust it into herself. She kept her legs submissively open, waiting.
Rod gave a triumphant leer and pushed into her.
"AHHHHH," Amy moaned.
It felt wonderful. She moaned steadily as the thick cock-meat stuffed her hungry little twat. She whimpered ecstatically when his swollen prickhead finally touched her womb. She creamed furiously, helplessly, all around his thick hard dick. She couldn't think of the consequences now. All that mattered was being fucked, coming.
Rod had watched her face carefully as he worked his eager young cock into her. It was exciting to see. Miss Lewis' big brown eyes rolled, then fluttered shut, and her lovely face twisted in a horny leer. Her expression was blissful as his cock came to rest against her womb, and when he started balling her, she groaned with pleasure.
"You like it now, don't you?" Rod panted. "You like me to ball you."
"Yes," Amy dizzily admitted, "oh, yes."
Her cunt was just as he'd remembered it, wonderfully snug, searing hot, and slick with juice. Its silky walls gripped squeezed his meat as he f uck-ed her, and her thick steamy cream gushed around him. Rod forced himself not to come. He wanted to enjoy her fantastic little box as long as he could.
"Oooooo," Amy squealed, "OOOOOOOO."
Her hips writhed, and her pussy jerked in time to his strokes. She was obviously enjoying hell out of his fucking, but somehow that wasn't enough for Rod tonight. He was still plenty pissed off over the way she'd resisted him and tried to get rid of him. He was used to women begging for his cock, and he didn't like having to work for a fuck. Somehow he had to get even.
Blissfully unaware of the boy's angry thoughts, Amy worked her hips in time to his quick hard jabs, moving steadily toward a much-needed orgasm. Now that he was fucking her, there seem-ed no point in resisting or being modest. She let herself go completely, clawing the rug and moaning her pleasure. Her powerful cunt muscles alternately gripped and released his thick hard meat.
"Ummmmm, so good, darling" she whimpered, "so damned good. UMMMM."
Ordinarily Rod would have been pleased and proud as hell to have a beautiful older woman writhing around his cock and telling him how great it felt. But Miss Lewis was a special case. Unlike the others, she hadn't begged him to ball her. She'd even tried to get rid of him. Now she had to pay for that insult to his pride. And suddenly Rod knew just how to punish her.
"You wanta come?" he panted.
"Oh, God, yes," Amy moaned, "make me come, Rod. Do it to me just a little harder, PLEASE."
Rod obliged, jerking his prick harder and faster in her seething, gripping box. Amy gave a blissful moan and arched her hungry pussy up to take the full depth of his strokes. She rubbed her horny little clit back and forth against his hard cockshaft. She whined and panted, clearly close to coming.
"Now?" Rod gasped.
"Almost," Amy panted. "Just a little more. Oh, God, just a little more."
She gave a shrill little squeal, signaling the beginning of her climax-and Rod swiftly pulled his cock out of her. Amy gawked at him. She couldn't stop her orgasm, and it went on and on, making her buck and writhe and moan. But she was having it without the delicious hard presence of his cock, and it wasn't nearly as good. It was also very embarrassing to have the boy watching her as she came.
"W-Why did you do that?" Amy asked when her climax was over.
"I don't want to come in you this time," Rod growled. "I want you to blow me."
"Do WHAT?" Amy squeaked.
"Oh, I suppose a fine lady-like you doesn't know about giving head," Rod said with a sneer.
"You're too fuckin' good for that. Well, you're gonna learn, bitch, and you're gonna learn right now."
He quickly leaped up and straddled her. His small firm ass rested lightly on her big cushiony boobs. His thick swollen cock wagged lewdly before her eyes, so engorged that the small blue veins stood out against the snow-white flesh of his shaft. The big purple head of his prick was oozing bubbles of thick hot juice.
Amy stared dizzily at the boy's cock. She understood what she wanted her to do, but she wasn't at all sure she wanted to do it. How could she possibly take that enormous thing in her mouth? What would it taste like? Would it hurt? She hesitated while Rod waited impatiently.
"Well, at least touch it," he sighed. "It won't bite."
To appease his anger, she decided she could do that much. Her hands trembled as she reached up and began to pet his cock. It was her first real chance to explore a prick, and that was rather exciting. Rod's cock felt smooth and silky and warm. She curled her fingers around it and gently pumped it.
"Yeah, that's the idea," Rod sighed. "Just keep doing that for awhile."
Amy really didn't mind. His handsome young cock was fun to fondle and pump, and the more she played with him, the more aroused she got. She could feel the hot throbbing of his prick. The small slit-mouth of his cock-head kept leaking juice which trickled down the shaft and moistened her fingers. Rod sighed softly as she played with his prick, but soon he was impatient.
"Okay, now start licking it," he ordered.
Amy's face flamed. Fondling was one thing, licking another. She considered it wicked and kinky to use her tongue on a man's cock. On the other hand, Rod had eaten her pussy and given her enormous pleasure, and it seemed only fair to return the favor. Nervously she brought his stiff throbbing meat within reach of her mouth.
"Yeah, that's right," Rod panted. "Lick it all over."
Timidly Amy stuck out her little pink tongue and pressed the tip against the hugely swollen purple head of his cock. Rod quivered. She began to lap his cock-head, ginerly and awkwardly at first. To her relief she found that his bubbling prick-cream tasted good. Growing bolder, she tongued him faster and more greedily, lapping up his cock-juice as fast as it oozed out.
"Awwww, Christ, yeah," Rod sighed. "Eat all that juice, baby. That feels fantastic."
Amy no longer had to be urged. She eagerly lapped all over his big swollen cock-head, getting all the tasty cream she could. Then she licked down his thick pale shaft, making his whole cock gleam with her saliva. Rod panted and moaned, and his excitement affected her. She tongued right through his wiry blond bush and onto his rosy hairless balls. She bathed the hot pulsing sacs with her spit.
"Jesus, yes," Rod moaned, "lick my nuts."
After giving his balls a thorough tongue-lashing, Amy licked her way back up his rigid young prick till she was once more lapping the fat purple head. She wormed her little tongue-tip right into the creaming slit-mouth of his cock. Rod gave a shrill excited cry, and more delicious juice bubbled out for her to lap up and swallow. Then suddenly Rod grabbed her head.
"Suck me," he cried hoarsely. "Bring me off."
Amy hardly had any choice. Before she could reply, the frantically horny boy had shoved his thick hard cock into her mouth. It stretched her lips and butted her throat. She was able to take in about half its length. She began to suck and soon discovered that she liked it. Rod moaned and quivered.
"Oh, wow, YEAH," he panted, "suck my cock. Jesus, that's good."
Amy sucked faster and faster. Rod hunkered over her, his flapping balls tickling her chin, his young face twisted in a lusty grin. His breathing got louder and faster with every second. His hot tasty cock-juice dribbled steadily onto Amy's tongue. He lost control and started fucking her mouth, jabbing his achingly-full prick up and down.
"Uhhhhh," Rod whined, "UHHHHHH." Amy felt the first sizzling spurt of his come, and then her mouth was filled with it. She had no choice but to gulp and swallow it, otherwise she would have choked. But she didn't really mind. She liked the taste of his jism, liked bringing him off that way. At last his cock shrivelled and slipped from her lips.
"There," Rod sighed, "that'll teach you never to hold out on me again."
Amy reddened with anger. If this punk kid thought he could make her his sex-slave, he had another think coming. "That does it, Rod," she snapped. "We really are finished this time."
CHAPTER SIX
"Get dressed, Rod," Amy said. "Get dressed and get out. I won't have anybody telling me what I can or can't do. I won't have you giving me orders. Leave and don't come back."
Rod knew he'd gone too far. Amy was furious and there was no arguing with her. He quickly put on his clothes and left her house. He didn't mean to give her up, of course, but he knew she needed to simmer down. Then their affair could begin again.
Unfortunately for Rod, Amy didn't see it that way. Even the next day she was still angry at the boy. He'd actually tried to "punish" her for holding out on him. He'd hinted that she'd better do whatever he wanted or take the consequences. She wasn't having any of that nonsense. She wouldn't let a teenage boy run her life. No, she felt she was well rid of Rod.
She'd hardly gotten home from school that afternoon when the phone rang. It was Jim Carlson, her new doctor. "Amy," he said, "I've been expecting to hear from you, but you haven't called. I hope you're all right."
Amy reddened. She could imagine how shocked the doctor would be if she told him why she hadn't called. She'd been too busy making it with teenage boys. In fact she'd completely forgotten her vague promise to have dinner with Jim Carlson one evening.
"I'm terribly sorry, Jim," she said. "I, uh, was busy taking care of Mother's estate."
"But you're finished now?" he said.
"Well, uh, yes," Amy replied.
"Fine, then you can have dinner with me Friday night," Carlson said.
"Why, yes, thank you," Amy said dazedly. It had all happened so fast, she wasn't really sure she wanted to go out with him, but it seemed easiest to agree.
"Great," Carlson said, "I'll pick you up around seven.
Amy hung up still dazed. The doctor had certainly come on strong. She wasn't even sure how she felt about him yet, and somehow she'd agreed to a date. He was an attractive man, she had to admit, and he was her own age and not married. In every respect he was right for her. And yet she couldn't seem to get her mind off her muchyounger lovers.
"Oh, God, what's the matter with me?" she moaned.
In spite of Jim Carlson's enthusiastic approach, she kept thinking of Tim and Rod. She couldn't forget those sleek young bodies, that vigorous lovemaking. It was almost as if she had a kinky attraction to teenagers, to boys young enough to be her sons. In that case, she'd been right to accept Carlson's invitation. The sooner she got involved with someone her own age, the better. This passion for adolescents was sick and dangerous.
The doorbell rang. Amy answered it and found Rod on the front porch. He wasn't alone. With him was a black-haired kid who appeared to be about seventeen. Rod was carrying his tool box.
"Hi, Miss Lewis," he said politely. "I came to finish those repair jobs. My friend Mike came along to help."
Amy understood it as an attempt to apologize to her. Rod's attitude was respectful, and with a friend along he wouldn't dare to come on to her.
She smiled her approval.
"Fine, Rod," she said. "You two come on in. I have plenty of work for you."
She didn't see the two boys exchange grins behind her back.
Far from feeling apologetic, Rod was out for revenge. He felt as if Miss Lewis had just used and discarded him, and he wasn't about to put up with it. After a day's thought, he'd come up with a plan to humiliate her and teach her not to refuse him again. It involved the cooperation of a friend. After hearing Rod's story, Mike had been eager to help out.
"You can start by moving that furniture," Amy was saying.
"Uh-uh," Rod said with a leer. "I think we'll start with you."
"What?" Amy gasped.
She whirled to stare at the boys. They were both grinning broadly. Rod set down his tool kit and started toward her. Amy backed away. Her heart was pounding. She'd forgotten how angry Rod had been with her last time she tried to end their affair. She should have known he'd come up with some plan for punishing her-but she'd never dreamed it would involve another boy.
"Take off your clothes, baby," Rod said. "That'll save us all a lot of trouble."
Amy didn't stop to argue. She turned and fled down the hall. Before the boys could catch up with her, she reached her room, slammed the door and locked it. She heard the two boys cursing on the other side of the door. But then Rod chuckled.
"Hey, no sweat," he said. "I brought my tool kit."
Next Amy heard some tapping, and then suddenly there was no door. The boys had simply taken it off the hinges. Amy screamed and backed away till her legs touched the bed. The two boys advanced into the room, grinning. Rod led the way. He walked right up to Amy till their knees touched, then gave her a push. She fell back on the bed.
"You can't get away from us," he growled, "so you might as well cooperate. Start taking off your clothes."
"Never," Amy snapped. "Who in hell do you think you are? You can't just walk in and take over my life."
"You can't just throw me out like garbage, either," Rod snarled. "You liked me well enough till you got tired of me. Well, I'm not tired of you yet. In fact you're such hot stuff, schoolteacher, I wanta share you with my friend."
"Oh, my God, no," Amy moaned.
It was just as she'd feared. Rod had told this kid Mike all about their affair and had invited Mike to join in. It was the most mortifying moment of her life. She could tell by Mike's knowing leer that he'd heard all the most intimate details of her lovemaking with Rod. She wanted to sink right through the floor.
"Hurry up, dammit," Rod snapped, "get undressed."
"Noooo," Amy cried.
She sprang off the bed and darted forward, trying to get past the two boys and out the door. It was hopeless. Rod caught one of her arms, Mike the other, and they dragged her back to the bed.
"Hold her down," Rod panted. "I'll get her clothes off."
"Right on," Mike laughed. Amy wept and struggled, but the boys showed her no mercy. Mike held her down on the bed while Rod undressed her. He quickly slipped off her shoes and pantyhose, then unbuttoned her blouse. Both boys gawked hungrily at the fully-packed cones of her bra. Rod got her blouse off, then unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor. Her big ripe tits wobbled out.
"Jesus, what a pair of jugs," Mike exclaimed. "Yeah, real nice, aren't they?" Rod said. "You can play with 'em if you want."
"ROD," Amy gasped.
"Shut up, bitch," he snarled. "You used me, and now I'm gonna use you. Today I'll do whatever I want with you. And my buddy gets to do whatever he wants, too."
Mike didn't hesitate to accept Rod's invitation. They exchanged places, Rod kneeling on the bed and holding down Amy's shoulders, Mike standing beside the bed and leaning over her. The darkhaired teenager eagerly reached for her lovely naked tits.
"Oh, nooo," Amy sobbed.
She was completely helpless. All she could do was lie there as Mike's hot sweaty hands closed over her tender naked boobs. He kneaded her soft silky tits like bread dough, molding and squeezing. Amy wept softly in protest, but she knew it would do no good. Rod was right-she was in his power, and he could do whatever he wanted with her.
"Christ, I never saw such a swell pair of jugs," Mike sighed.
He pawed her full hot boobs all over, then zeroed in on her tender little rosy-red nipples. He seized them between his fingers and kneaded them. Naturally the little buds reacted to the stimulus, going hot and throbbing and stiff. Then Mike stood back to admire them, grinning. Amy blushed hotly, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
"Yeah, great tits," Mike sighed, "but let's see the rest of her."
"Be my guest," Rod snickered.
Mike reached for the zipper of her skirt. Amy screamed and struggled violently, but she couldn't escape Rod's hold. She wept as Mike pulled off her skirt, leaving her in just a skimpy pair of lace panties. The eager teenager grabbed the waistband of her panties and quickly tugged them off. He gawked at the pretty little brown triangle of her bush. Again Amy just wanted to sink through the floor.
"Fantastic body," Mike sighed.
"Yeah, and she fucks as good as she looks," Rod said, "IF you can get her hot."
Amy wished he'd drop dead. He was obviously out to humiliate her completely, and there was nothing she could do about it. She realized that now. Before the day was over, both boys would have fucked her. All she could do was lie there and endure it. But it embarrassed her terribly to imagine one boy balling her while the other watched.
"I gotta get a better look at this," Mike chuckled.
"Look all you want," Rod grinned.
Mike seized Amy's long lovely legs and forced them wide open, bending them back at the knees. Amy tried to resist, but he was too strong for her. She blushed furiously as the boy gawked wide-eyed at her naked pussy. He could see the whole gleaming expanse of scarlet flesh, encircled with a fringe of dainty brown curls.
"Looks good enough to eat," Mike laughed.
"She'd really dig that," Rod said. "That gets her hot real fast." Amy felt his fingers digging into her shoulders as he spoke. The whole kinky scene was clearly turning him on.
"Oh, yeah?" Mike said. "Then maybe I'll give it a try."
Amy braced herself. Damn that Rod, anyway. He knew all her secrets, including how to turn her on rapidly and powerfully. Mike dropped to his knees and thrust his head between her widelyspread legs. She felt his breath hotly fanning her naked clit. Then his slick wet tongue tickled lightly over the highly sensitive lump of her clit. Amy shivered with pleasure but managed to keep quiet.
"Don't let her fool you," Rod said. "She really loves it. She's gonna be all hot and wet in a minute."
Oh, shut up, Amy thought angrily.
To her dismay, Rod had instructed his buddy just how to turn her on. Mike started tonguelashing her ever-horny little clit, and the pleasure was instant and dizzying. Amy had all she could do to stifle her cries of ecstasy. But there was one thing she couldn't stifle, and that was the hot creaming of her cunt. Sooner or later it would give her away.
"I bet you're really grooving on that, huh, teacher?" Rod taunted. "I bet ol' Mike's tongue feels terrific."
"Noooo," Amy lied.
She just didn't want to give Rod the satisfaction of conquering her. She tried to keep still and quiet, but it was agony not to react to Mike's delicious pussy-eating. The kid was almost as good at it as Rod. His hot wet tongue-tip flicked steadily back and forth over her bright red joy button. Her whole pussy was soon swollen and wet and scorching hot.
"She getting wet yet?" Rod asked.
"A little," Mike answered, "but she really doesn't seem to be going for this."
"Like I said, don't let her fool you," Rod replied. "Just keep doing it to her. Try sucking her clit. That really oughta get a rise out of her."
Inwardly Amy cursed Rod. He knew all the things she couldn't resist, and he was passing them on to Mike. The black-haired kid pressed his lips firmly against her wet throbbing love-bud and sucked it right into his mouth. His hot saliva boiled around her tender clit as he began to suck hard and fast.
"OHHHH," Amy gasped.
She wasn't able to suppress that one loud cry of bliss. It felt so marvelous to have her clit sucked. But she gritted her teeth and kept quiet as Mike sucked fast and loud on her supersensitive joy button. She was damned if she'd give Rod the satisfaction of defeating her. Her whole body quivered with pleasure, but she managed not to show it.
"That's it, man," Rod said eagerly. "Suck her till she's good and wet."
In spite of all Amy's efforts, that moment wasn't far away. She tried and tried to ignore the stunning pleasure she felt as Mike sucked loudly on her clit, but it was a losing battle. At last her hotly aroused cunt gushed a big flood of steamy juice all over the kid's face. He backed off and grinned at Rod.
"She's ready now," he said.
"Then do it to her, man," Rod chuckled. "Fuck the bitch."
"Oh, my God, NO," Amy screamed.
This was just too much. She couldn't bear the idea of being balled in front of an audience, especially by a complete stranger. It was too mortis fying to endure. Amy summoned all her remaining strength and lurched violently upward. But Rod was ready for her. He pressed down even harder on her shoulders, till she cried out in pain.
"Quit fighting me, bitch," he snarled. "If you don't wanta get hurt, just shut up and lie still."
Amy got the message. She went limp, and Rod relaxed his grip a little. But he kept her firmly pinned to the bed while Mike undressed. Amy watched dazedly as the black-haired kid peeled off his clothes. He had a nice body, she had to admit, tall and lean and hard. As he lowered his shorts, his fiercely erect young cock sprang out of its confinement.
Amy couldn't help gawking. Mike was nicely hung. His pale prick sprang from a dense black bush and ended in a big bulbous purple head. His cock was a good seven inches long and, though not quite as thick as Rod's, it was more than big enough. It weaved heavily, lewdly, before him, and the engorged purple head was leaking a steady stream of gleaming juice.
Grinning, Mike got onto the bed and knelt between Amy's legs. Her every urge was to kick him, but she knew it would do no good. She couldn't defeat two husky boys, and Rod would do something to hurt her if she resisted. No, it was best to take her punishment without a struggle, to get it over with as fast as she could. Blushing hotly, she braced herself for the first hard thrust of the boy's cock.
"Get ready for some really good fucking, teacher," Rod taunted.
Mike wedged the big hard head of his cock into the moist little mouth of her cunt, then pushed. Amy gritted her teeth and held her breath as the thick meat slowly stuffed her tight little box and came to rest against her womb. Then her breath came out in a loud gasp as Mike began to fuck her. The horny kid wasn't gentle.
"Aw, shit, YEAH," Mike moaned. "Fantastic. She's got a real tight cunt."
"You hear that, teacher?" Rod said with a leer. "He likes you."
"Oh, God," Amy whimpered.
Her emotions were totally divided. She hated the humiliation she was going through, Rod mocking her as his buddy balled her, but on the other hand Mike's hard steady fucking felt wonderful. She had to admit that if she'd been alone with him, she'd have let herself go completely. But she still didn't want to give the victory to Rod. She stifled her cries of pleasure and tried to keep her eager body still.
"Oh, man," Mike panted, "she's so friggin' tight and HOT."
The boy's pale blue-veined cock zipped in and out between Amy's plump scarlet pussylips. It gleamed with her cream, and it was getting wetter by the second. His swollen rosy balls spanked her tender pussy with each deep thrust of his cock. Rod watched the whole scene intently. His eyes gleamed with wicked lust. He knew Amy felt deeply embarrassed, and that excited him.
"Give it to her, man," Rod panted, "really fuck the bitch."
"I am, I am," Mike moaned.
He balled her faster and faster. His cock began to make a lewd slurping and squishing noise as it reamed the juice right out of her tight little box. Amy could even hear the slap-slap of his spanking balls as he humped her furiously. She could barely contain herself by now. She wanted to slam her pussy in time to his strokes, wanted to wail with ecstasy.
She was so close to coming that she feared she'd lose all self-control. She was teetering on the very edge, gritting her teeth, trying desperately to ignore the burning pleasure she was getting from Mike's furiously humping prick. Then, just as she was sure she'd climax, Mike gave a hoarse yelp and began to shoot his load. His sizzling come filled and overflowed her gripping little cunt-hole.
"AWWWWW," Mike bellowed.
Amy was saved from coming as his cock discharged its load and shrank and slipped out of her. She was glad she hadn't disgraced herself in front of the boys, but she was almost sick with frustration, too. She needed to come desperately. Mike's powerful fucking had aroused her to a fever pitch of need. She tried to conceal her horny trembling as the boy crawled off her.
"Christ," he sighed, "fantastic. Your turn now, man."
"Okay, hold her," Rod said.
Mike took his place, holding Amy down by her shoulders, and Rod got off the bed to undress. He grinned evilly at Amy the whole time. She could see that it had aroused him powerfully to watch her being fucked by his buddy. As he lowered his pants, his seven-inch cock snapped out and stood up stiff and hugely swollen.
Naked, Rod crawled onto the bed again. "Roll her over," he commanded. "I wanta do it to her dog-style."
Mike snickered and obeyed, rolling Amy over onto her hands and knees. Her lovely little round ass poked up high in the air. She moaned with embarrassment but didn't try to escape. It would have done her no good. Mike held her arms, but he needn't have bothered. Rod knelt behind her and clutched her hips.
"Okay, bitch, now you're really gonna get it," he snarled.
Amy braced herself, knowing Rod would be anything but gentle. His thick cock came thundering into her like a pile driver, knocking the breath out of her. It slammed brutally against her womb. He started balling her as hard and fast as he could. It wasn't love-making, it was a savage assault.
"Take it, cunt," he panted, "take it."
Amy had no choice. She had to take it. But what worried her was not Rod's brutality. She was horrified to discover that she LIKED it. She actually liked the brutal deep thrusts of his cock. It was as if only this savage near-rape could make up for her forty years of sexual starvation.
"Jesus, man, you're fucking her awful hard," Mike said with some alarm. "You don't wanta hurt her."
"I'm not hurting her," Rod growled. "The bitch likes it that way, the harder the better. Isn't that right, teacher?"
Amy's response was a deep blush. Rod was right again, much to her mortification. As he went on pounding his cock into her gripping little box, she rose rapidly and steadily towards orgasm. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She needed the release too desperately. She clawed the bed and whimpered softly. Her molten-hot cunt-juice gushed around his slamming prick.
"I feel that," Rod groaned. "I feel you getting all wet for me, bitch. I know you love it."
Amy tried to blot out his taunting voice. Soon she didn't have to try, because a blinding orgasm exploded deep in her cunt, and she was conscious of nothing but the bliss of coming. Her lovely body rocked and bucked, and Rod had to cling hard to her to keep from being thrown off. Her convulsing twat gripped his meat fiercely.
"OOOOOOO," Amy wailed.
"I got her," Rod panted. "She's coming. Oh, Jesus, AWWWWW."
He pounded his cock deep into her and came. The moment he was finished, he withdrew, grinning wickedly. "See," he said to Mike, "I told you she'd love it. Let's grab a beer and rest up for the next round."
The next round? Amy groaned. The boys weren't through with her yet.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Rod, please," Amy moaned, "this is enough for one day. You got what you wanted-now leave me alone." She looked pleadingly at the blond teenager.
"I'm not through with you yet," Rod snapped. "My buddy and I want one more round with you. But first we're gonna rest. Go get us a couple of beers."
Amy didn't dare disobey. She knew how easily Rod lost his temper and how brutal he could be. It was best to go along with him, to endure her punishment and get it over with. One thing she was sure of, she'd never let Rod in her house again. No doubt he knew that, too. That was why he was taking full advantage of this opportunity.
Amy wandered into the kitchen and took two cans of beer from the refrigerator. Suddenly she heard tapping on the glass of the back door. She whirled-and saw Tim looking through the window. He gawked at her. Amy blushed furiously. She'd forgotten that she was totally naked.
"Miss Lewis," Tim called, "please let me in."
Amy didn't move. She felt stunned with embarrassment. Tim tried the door and found it unlocked. He hurried inside and embraced Amy, rubbing his crotch eagerly against the soft puff of her bush. She submitted, still too dazed to react.
"I just couldn't stay away from you," Tim said huskily. "I know you told me not to come back, but I couldn't stand it. Honest, Miss Lewis, I'll never tell anybody about us. Just let me be with you again."
Just then Rod and Mike came running into the kitchen, both stark naked. They gawked at Tim, and he gawked at them. Amy pulled herself from Tim's embrace and shrank into a corner, blushing furiously. Now what was she going to do? The whole situation seemed to get more complicated and nightmarish by the minute.
"Who the hell are you?" Rod growled.
"Who are YOU?" Tim snapped back. "What have you been doing to Miss Lewis?"
Mike snickered and said, "Aw, we were just balling her."
Tim turned pale. He whirled and looked at Amy, and when he saw her blushing miserably, he scowled. "Is that true?" he demanded.
"Yes, Tim, it is," Amy wept, "but...."
"Damn you anyway," Tim interrupted. "You told me to get lost, and here you are getting it on with these guys. Well, I'm not taking your orders any more, bitch. If they can fuck you, so can I.
Rod's anger had changed to amusement. "Hey, man," he said to Tim, "you mean you were making it with her, too?"
"That's right," Tim said hotly. "I balled her a couple of times, and then she told me we'd have to stop. She gave me this big sob story about how it could wreck her career and how I was way too young for her. What a load of crap that was! You guys aren't any older than me."
"That's right," Rod said with an evil grin, "and she gave me the same routine. We got it on a few times, and then she tried to get rid of me. But I wouldn't put up with that bullshit. I came back with a friend."
"Well, I'm not putting up with it, either," Tim said angrily. "Is it okay if I join the party?"
"Sure thing," Rod chuckled. He turned to Amy and said, "Make that three beers."
Amy slumped against the wall, her head spinning. She wondered how she'd gotten herself into this horrible predicament. The answer wasn't long in coming. It was all her own fault. She'd given in to her powerful lust, gotten herself involved with these teenagers, and now she was paying the price. She could see no way out of her nightmare. "Hurry it up," Rod snapped. Amy set three cans of beer on the kitchen table, and the boys sat down and proceeded to guzzle the stuff. She excused herself to go to the bathroom, but that wasn't her destination. She went straight to the liquor cabinet in the living room and took a long pull from the whiskey bottle. She needed the calming effect of alcohol to endure the coming ordeal.
Just as she was putting the bottle away, Rod walked into the living room, Mike and Tim close behind him. "Get your ass back in the bedroom, teacher," he snapped.
"Please, boys," Amy moaned, "won't you reconsider? I know you're angry, but I really don't want to do this."
"Nobody gives a shit what you want," Tim snarled. "Like Rod says, you used us-and now we're gonna use you."
Amy knew there was no point in struggling. The three boys could easily overpower her and might even hurt her. Once again she had no choice but to submit and get it over with. Sobbing quietly, she walked down the hall to the bedroom. She got onto the bed and lay down on her back. The three boys eagerly eyed her gorgeous naked body.
"We won't have to hold her this time," Rod chuckled. "She knows the score. Go ahead, Tim, take your turn."
"I sure as hell will," Tim growled.
Amy watched him dizzily as he undressed. That big belt of whiskey was getting to her, making her relaxed and submissive. She eyed Tim's handsome stiff six-inch cock without much nervousness. She'd taken it before, and she could take it now. All she had to do, she assured herself, was satisfy the three boys, and then it would be over. She'd never let them into her house again.
But then what was she going to do for sex? She'd learned her lesson, learned not to get involved with young boys, but that didn't solve her basic problem. For forty years she'd managed to get along without a man, but now that she'd finally experienced the thrill and satisfaction of fucking, she couldn't do without it. Somehow her hunger would have to be appeased.
That was certainly not an immediate problem. Tim was approaching her eagerly, his stiff young cock wagging lewdly before him. Rod and Mike crowded close to the bed to watch, grinning and snickering. Amy felt embarrassed and uneasy, but thanks to the whiskey it didn't seem so important any more. As Tim climbed onto the bed, she opened her legs meekly.
"Naw, not like that, teacher," Tim said coldly. "I want you on top."
Amy blushed, and Rod and Mike laughed and poked each other. The more they could humiliate her, the better. And Tim's command was humiliating, all right. Sitting on top of him, she wouldn't be able to hide a thing. Her big bouncing tits and moist scarlet gash would be completely open for her audience to see.
"Oh, please, Tim," she murmured.
"Do it," he growled, "or we'll make you do it."
Amy knew there was no way out. Tim lay down on his back, his fine young cock pointing right at the ceiling, and she wearily moved over and straddled him. Her knees hugged his hips, and the juicy little mouth of her cunt was poised right above his stiff-standing prick. Tim grinned and thrust.
"OHHHH," Amy gasped.
Tim's thick young cock smashed all the way into her in one brutal movement. He was furious with her, and he wasn't going to be gentle. He started humping her like mad, slamming his steel-hard prick up and down in her tight tender box. Amy was thankful that her cunt was already slick with boy-come, otherwise she would have been torn apart.
"Uhhhh," Tim grunted, "UHHHH."
"Jesus, he's really giving it to her," Mike said.
"The bitch deserves it," Rod replied: "She has to learn she can't just use people and throw them away."
Amy moaned. She'd just realized that Rod and Tim had real cause for their anger toward her. She actually had used them to satisfy her lusts, then tried to get rid of them when her guilt took over. She hadn't given any thought to the boy's feelings. Perhaps in a way she deserved the punishment she was getting now.
IF you could call it "punishment." Although Tim was fucking her brutally hard and fast, he wasn't hurting her. In fact the more he balled her, the better it felt. Just as with Rod a little while before, she enjoyed the very savagery of it. She needed that kind of hard vigorous pounding to satisfy the needs she'd bottled up for so long.
What she didn't need was a leering audience. Rod and Mike were leaning close, only a few feet away, watching the action hungrily. They could see Tim's thick pale cock slicing in and out between Amy's plump scarlet cunt-lips. They could watch her big round boobs bouncing crazily from the force of Tim's fucking. And they could study her face, a mixture of humiliation and lust. It was all very embarrassing.
"Hey, teacher, you getting off on this?" Rod said with a smirk.
Amy blushed and said nothing. Beneath her Tim pumped away, ramming his rigid cock again and again into her hot snug twat. He began to pant and sweat, but he didn't quit. Like Rod, he knew Miss Lewis would never let them in the house again after this incident. He meant to make the most of his last fuck with his lovely English teacher.
"Christ, man, you gonna take all day?" Mike complained.
"Don't bug me," Tim gasped. "Wanta get all I can."
"Yeah, leave him alone," Rod agreed. "We all wanta take our time with her. We wanta make sure she never forgets this afternoon."
Amy was in no danger of doing that. She was already sure it would be the most kinky and far-out sexual experience of her life. How many women ever balled three men in a row? How many ever did it in front of an audience? It wasn't something she'd care to repeat, but she wasn't likely to forget it, either.
She noticed, to her dismay, that Rod and Mike were getting hotly excited again. Leaning close, watching Tim furiously balling her, they'd both gotten second hard-ons. Amy dizzily eyed the two handsome stiff young cocks, only a few feet away. She'd have to take both of them before long. The idea both excited and terrified her. If ever she was going to get enough sex, today had to be it.
But her immediate problem was Tim. The boy had balled her so long and so vigorously that she simply couldn't hide her excitement any longer.
Her lovely face was flushed, her big brown eyes glassy with lust. Her cunt cream began to trickle down the shaft of his cock, and she was helplessly moving her hips in time to his strokes. She was very near coming.
Somehow this time she didn't care. She didn't care if the boys saw her climax or knew she was aroused. Maybe the whiskey had done it, but she felt no more shame. After all, since there was no way she could escape balling the three boys, why not enjoy it? She'd never have another sexual adventure like this one. This was the last of her involvement with teenagers, and she knew it.
Amy leaned forward a little so that the silky hard shaft of Tim's cock rubbed her greedy little clit. Just a few strokes of his dick, and she was off, howling and coming. The boys stared at her in amazement. They hadn't even realized she was aroused till now, when she suddenly decided not to fake it any longer.
Tim was so astonished that he kept pumping away mechanically, making her come. He watched his beautiful teacher writhing above him, her thick brown hair flying, her teeth bared in a howl of ecstasy. He felt the scalding rush of her cream around his deeply-lodged cock. Her cunt gripped his meat like a velvet vise, squeezing and milking.
"Oh, Jesus," Tim gasped. "Gonna come.
AWWWWWW."
His eyes rolled, his hips jerked, and then he was shooting his thick steamy load into Amy's nipping little cunt. It overflowed her small box and gushed out to soak her thighs and his balls. Never had Tim felt Miss Lewis' cunt so hot and tight, and never had he had such a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Holy shit," he sighed at last.
Amy got off him, a little pink in the face but otherwise not disturbed. The whiskey was getting to her more and more. What the hell, these punk kids had decided to rape her, so why not go them one better? Why not really get off on it? She'd turn their so-called punishment into a big joke. She sat cross-legged on the bed and waited for her next partner.
"Damn," Tim was muttering as he struggled to his feet, "her cunt was so tight, it practically squeezed my dick flat. WOW."
Rod and Mike laughed uneasily. They couldn't figure out the sudden change in Miss Lewis. Before Tim's arrival, she'd been tearful and resisting, and now she seemed to be enjoying the situation. As she sat waiting, she looked them boldly in the eye, as if to say, go ahead, punish me if you can. I dare you.
"Jeeze, man, you must have the magic touch," Rod said to Tim. "She really got off on that."
"I dunno," Tim said, still trying to catch his breath. "I dunno what came over her, but you guys better grab it while you can get it."
"I think I'll just do that," Rod said.
His seven-inch prick fat and stiff and ready, he jumped onto the bed and sat facing Amy. He reached out and cupped her huge swollen tits. He squeezed and fondled the hot satiny flesh, but unlike earlier Miss Lewis didn't blush or look ashamed. She just looked him right in the eye, her brown eyes gleaming expectantly.
"So you like it now, do you?" Rod growled.
"I don't have time for talk," Amy replied coolly. "Let's just do it and get it over with."
Rod reddened. "Okay, bitch, if that's how you want it, that's what you'll get," he said gruffly. "Get on your back."
Amy flopped heavily onto her back, making the bedsprings creak. Her manner was defiant, almost wanton. She opened her legs very wide and bent her knees, completely exposing the lush red flesh of her pussy. All three boys gawked. They couldn't understand what had made the beautiful spinster suddenly bold and uninhibited. Of course they hadn't seen her sneaking a big gulp from the whiskey bottle, either, so they didn't know the source of her courage.
Rod swallowed hard and scrambled between her obscenely parted legs. He'd felt confident before because he had no intention of pleasing her, but this woman was obviously ready and eager for a good hard fuck. Nervously he wedged the knobby purple head of his prick into her soaked little twatmouth. Amy gave a little coo of lusty expectation. Rod moaned and pushed his cock into her.
"Ooooooo," Amy squealed, "YES. That feels so GOOD. Now fuck me hard."
Rod blinked, and Mike and Tim exchanged looks of surprise. As Rod began to move his cock in her, Amy moaned blissfully and started to work her slim hips in perfect time to his strokes. Her pretty face was twisted in a horny grin. She made no effort at all to hide her pleasure. Tim and Mike could see her thick cream bubbling out around the pale shaft of Rod's cock.
Rod worked his meat vigorously in her boiling little twat. Her cunt was so deliciously tight and hot and slick that he forgot his initial panic. He just grooved on her superb box, moaning softly and thrusting his prick into her again and again. Tim was right, this was really good stuff, and he intended to enjoy it as long as he could.
"Ummmm," Amy sighed, "beautiful. But just a little faster, Rod. A little harder."
Rod moaned and obeyed. The tables were turned now. Somehow the three boys were no longer in charge of the scene. This gorgeous older woman was in command, telling them just how she wanted to be fucked-and they were knocking themselves out to please her. Rod pumped his swollen cock faster and faster in her juicy little box. "Oh, yes, that's better," Amy moaned, "just keep fucking me like that, Rod. YES."
Amy was just as surprised as the boys at the change in her behavior, but at least she knew the cause. She knew that when the alcohol wore off, she'd be deeply ashamed of behaving like a wanton slut. But right now it was terrific fun. It was great to throw aside all her inhibitions and openly ask for the kind of balling she wanted. Rod's thick pounding cock felt marvelous.
"That fast enough for you, Miss Lewis?" Rod gasped. "Hard enough?"
"Ummmmm, yes, that's just fine," Amy panted. "I love it. Just keep doing it."
Wanting even more of his magnificent young cock, she flung her legs up around his back. His rock-hard cock-head began butting her womb with each deep lunge. Amy moaned hoarsely and gushed hot cream all around his prick. Rod was terribly excited by her lusty response and found it agony not to shoot his load. But he gritted his teeth and hung in there. His pride demanded that he get her off as well as Tim had done.
"UH," Rod panted, "uh, UHHHH."
His swollen cock was making a lewd squishing and slurping noise as it reamed the juice from her tight little box. With her legs still around him, Amy could feel his heaving back breaking out into sweat. She knew the kid was knocking himself out to give her a good fuck. And that was exactly what she'd intended.
"Oh, Christ," Rod groaned, "can't go much longer."
Her box was sizzling-hot around his achingly full cock. That lusty little twat gripped his meat and squeezed it again and again. His sensitive balls slapped rhythmically against the hot wet flesh of her pussy. He was so urgently horny that it almost killed him not to come. He knew he couldn't hold out more than a few seconds longer.
Then suddenly Amy arched her body upward and screamed, "AHHHHHH. Yes, I'm coming, AHHHHHHH."
Rod reacted within a split second. He bellowed and started flooding her gripping cunt with load after load of hot steamy come. They writhed together, Amy's locked legs holding his squirting cock deep inside her squeezing cunt. After long delicious moments, she finally released him, and Rod rolled off her and dizzily climbed off the bed. He had a foolish grin on his face.
"Okay, Mike, old buddy," he said, "let's see YOU bring her off like that."
Mike swallowed hard and said, "Sure thing."
He sounded a lot more confident than he felt. It had been no problem balling Miss Lewis the first time, because he hadn't aimed to impress her. He'd just been a willing partner in Rod's scheme of revenge. But now it was all very different. Miss Lewis was hot and ready, and she obviously wanted to see some talent. Mike nervously crawled onto the bed, his stiff young cock wagging heavily.
"Let's do it this way," Amy said.
She rolled onto her hands and knees and stuck her adorable little round ass up in the air. She realized vaguely how bold and outrageous she was being, but she didn't care. She'd never have another day like this one, with three well-hung and long-lasting young studs to service her. She intended to make the most of it.
"Go on, Mike, slam it to her," Rod urged.
"Yeah, fuck her silly," Tim joined in.
Mike eyed the ripe red flesh of Amy's pussy and the tiny shadowed mouth of her cunt. He silently prayed he wouldn't louse things up. His masculine pride demanded that he do as good a job as Rod and Tim. He knelt behind Amy and grasped her silky-skinned hips. Carefully he fitted the swollen drooling head of his cock into her moist little cunthole.
"Ummmmm," Amy sighed, "yes, put it in me."
Shivering with both lust and nervousness, Mike very slowly eased his cock into her. He felt his engorged dick deliciously sheathed in hot juicy flesh. His anxiety quickly vanished. All he could think about was how great it felt to have his cock in her snug slick cunt. He sank in clear to his balls, then gave a blissful little groan. Miss Lewis' pert little ass twitched impatiently.
"Do it to me," she whined, "DO IT."
Mike took a deep breath, then went at her like a pile driver. His rigid pale rod zipped up and down in her juicy hot cunt-hole. He balled her faster and harder and deeper than Rod or Mike, wanting to outdo them. The steady wet whap-whap-whap of his cock filled the room. He soon broke out in a sweat, but he didn't care. He was determined to be the best stud of the day.
"Ahhhhh," Amy wailed, "wonderful. That's fantastic, Mike. Yes, really give it to me."
Rod and Tim exchanged looks. "Christ," Tim said wonderingly, "how can she take it that hard?"
"Beats me," Rod said, "but she sure as hell likes it."
That was true. Amy was in ecstasy. She'd never been fucked so hard before, and she loved it. But she was aware of something else, something very disturbing. She knew already that even this fantastic fucking wasn't going to be enough for her. Four orgasms in one hour weren't going to be enough.
The more she fucked, the more she wanted. Her needs had reached a new high, and it seemed as if she could never get enough love-making. What was she going to do about THAT? Even if the boys stayed for another round, they'd have to leave sometime, and she didn't intend to see them again. Then how would she appease her endless lust?
Fortunately she couldn't concentrate on that problem for long. Mike's powerful swift balling was driving her right over the edge into a bodyrocking climax. She shrieked, clawed the bed, and began to come. Her body shook so violently that Mike had to throw his arms around her waist in order not to be thrown off.
"EEEEEEE," Amy screeched.
It was too much for Mike. His cock already seemed about to explode, and when her red-hot cunt walls gripped his meat and squeezed it, he yelped and started to come. His small taut ass writhed, and he jammed his dick deep into her boiling little twat as he shot his load.
"AWWWWWW, CHRIST," he bellowed.
Soon, to Amy's disappointment, his cock shrivelled and slipped out of her. Mike staggered to his feet, wiping sweat from his face. Amy rolled onto her back, her face flushed, her small cuntmouth gushing a river of come. It was just as she'd feared. In spite of all that wonderful fucking from the three lusty teenagers, she was still horny. She could have gone on balling for hours.
"More," she whimpered, "I want more."
"Jesus," Rod exclaimed.
The three boys exchanged looks. The situation had gotten completely out of hand. Their intention had been to humiliate and punish Miss Lewis, while simultaneously getting their rocks. It hadn't worked. She was calling the shots now, and their pride demanded that they satisfy her. What kind of men were they, if three of them couldn't take care of just one woman?
"Well," Tim said lamely, "I guess maybe I could go one more time."
"Yeah, me, too," Rod sighed.
"I'm gonna have to wait a minute," Mike said, looking down at his limp and exhausted prick.
"HURRY," Amy moaned.
Tim's well-used cock was at half-mast, but he managed to pump it into fullness. He started to climb onto the bed, but before he could finish, Miss Lewis grabbed him and shoved him onto his back. His legs dangled over the side of the bed. The horny spinster mounted him, her knees hugging his hips, and slammed the wet hot mouth of her cunt down on the rigid impalement of his cock.
"Oh, God, YES," Amy moaned.
She started to hump him. Tim could hardly believe what was happening. He'd never seen Miss Lewis so hotly horny, so bold and aggressive. He just lay there, pop-eyed, and watched the lovely older woman as she balled him. She worked her scorching cunt swiftly up and down his dick, her hair flying, her big boobs wobbling crazily.
"The only way to fly," Rod said enviously. "Look, he doesn't even have to do any work."
It was true-Amy was so eager for more fucking that she didn't wait for Tim. She just followed her own instincts, which were to slam her soaked eager cunt as fast as she could up and down the long hard pole of his prick. Finally Tim overcame his shock and joined in, working his rigid young rod in her wonderfully juicy box. It felt great to Amy-but it wasn't enough.
In her powerful whiskey-induced lust, even Tim's fine thick young cock wasn't enough for her. She craved even more stimulation. Suddenly a very wicked idea came to her. It was dirty, scandalous-but it would work. She glanced at the other boys and saw that Rod had managed to work up another cock-stand.
"Rod," she panted, "come around behind me. Do it to me that way."
"Huh?" Rod said. He pondered a moment, and then broke into a grin. He understood what the frantically horny woman wanted, and he was more than willing to oblige her.
Rod hurried over and stood behind Amy, straddling Tim's legs. With Amy mounted on top of Tim, her pert little ass was slightly lifted and easily available. Rod pressed the cream-slick head of his cock against the tiny wrinkled mouth of her asshole. He pushed hard and managed to pop the head inside.
"Oh, Christ," he yelped, "TIGHT."
"Do it, do it," Amy gasped.
Slowly Rod worked his swollen meat up her bumhole. It was exquisitely tight, slick and hot, and just a thin membrane away he could feel Tim's cock jerking up and down. It was a real turn-on, and it didn't take long for Rod to get into the spirit of things. He began working his prick to Tim's rhythm.
"Ahhhhhh," Amy cried, "AHHHHHH, YES."
It felt incredibly good to have two stiff cocks working inside her. It was the most fantastic pleasure she'd ever known. She bounced up and down on the double impalement, moaning and whimpering in ecstasy. She found that her tiny tight asshole was just as receptive and just as horny as her cunt. Her excitement infected the two boys, and they humped her faster and faster.
"Yes, yes," Amy babbled, "fuck meee."
Yet after a minute or so of that hard doublefucking, she realized that she still wasn't satisfied. Her crazy lust had reached impossible proportions. How could she want still another cock? Yet she did, and she was in no mood to deny herself. The liquor had freed her to do any wild thing she wanted.
"Mike," she panted, "come over here. Get on the bed."
Mike obeyed, shame-faced, and displayed his still limp and useless cock. "I guess I'm not quite ready," he said.
"I'll get you ready," Amy gasped. "Put it in my mouth."
Mike didn't want to be left out of the action, so he did as she ordered. Straddling Tim's body, he brought his flaccid cock into contact with Amy's mouth. She grabbed the limp meat between her lips and sucked it all the way into her mouth. It was steamy and wet and hot in there, and Mike got instantly excited. As Miss Lewis started sucking loudly and greedily on his dick, he got an enormous hard-on.
"Oh, man," he moaned, "fantastic."
The others would have agreed if they could have caught their breath. Tim was moaning hoarsely as he worked his eager cock ever faster and harder in Miss Lewis' molten-hot little box. Rod was whining ecstatically as he pumped his prick in her velvety tight asshole. Amy had her mouth full of cock and couldn't speak, but she made muffled sounds that testified to her hot excitement.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm," Amy moaned, "UMMMMM."
When her climax came, it was the most powerful of her life, and it took all three boys along with her. She felt the sizzling spray of come in her mouth, cunt, and asshole, and then her violent orgasm made her black out....
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Amy came to, the boys were putting on their clothes. Rod leered at her and said, "Hey, teacher, since you like that so much, maybe we should come back later for more."
"No, please," Amy moaned.
She was relieved when the boys left. The whiskey had worn off, her nagging lust was satisfied, and now all she felt was shame and guilt. She shuddered to recall her lewd, wanton behavior with the three teenagers. She swore to herself that she'd never do such a disgusting and dangerous thing again.
But how could she be sure? She knew by now that she couldn't trust herself when she was horny. She couldn't be certain that she wouldn't succumb to the boys if they showed up again. But she really didn't want that to happen. It wasn't worth the price she paid in guilt and worry. She had to end her fascination with young boys once and for all.
There was only one person she knew who could help her. Dr. Jim Carlson could examine her and give her the advice she needed, perhaps even recommend a psychiatrist. It would be terribly embarrassing to tell him about her problem, but Amy by now was willing to do anything to get rid of her fixation on teenage boys. She dialed Carlson's office number and asked to speak to him personally.
"Amy," he said, "I hope you're not calling to cancel our date."
"Oh, no, Jim, it's something else," Amy said nervously. "I-I'm afraid I have a serious problem. I'd like to speak to you about it privately, as soon as I can get an appointment."
"You don't need an appointment," Carlson said earnestly. "I'll drop by and see you on my way home from the office. That'll be in about an hour. But if it's really urgent, I can come right over."
"No, I can wait," Amy said. "Thank you so much, Jim."
"I'd do anything for you, Amy," he replied.
"But now I'm really worried about you. You don't sound good. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"
Amy blushed so hard that she was sure he could detect it over the telephone wires. "No, Jim, not on the phone," she said. "I'll see you later."
She went to take a long hot bath. She needed something to soothe her raw nerves, but this time she didn't want to take a chance on alcohol. She groaned when she remembered what too much whiskey had done to her that afternoon. But at least help was coming soon. She had confidence that Jim Carlson could help her with her problem.
Amy was just stepping out of the bathtub when she heard a strange noise. It sounded as if someone was creeping down the hall. She clutched a towel to her body and called out, "Who's there? Is somebody there?"
The bathroom door flew open, and Tim appeared in the doorway, looking grim. "Yeah, somebody's here," he growled. "I decided I didn't get enough of you this afternoon. I came back for one more shot."
"Oh, God," Amy moaned. "How did you get into the house?"
"The same way I did before," Tim said. "You oughta start locking your doors, Miss Lewis. No telling who might get in."
"Well, however you got in, it was without my permission," Amy said angrily. "I don't want you here, Tim. Get out before I call the police."
"You're not calling anybody," he snarled. "You're just gonna march right in that bedroom and do exactly as I say-that is, if you don't wanta get hurt."
Amy stared at him miserably. She hated to think that she'd done this to a normally likeable and kindly boy. But in awakening his lust, she'd made him into a monster. And what was she going to do about it? If she didn't give in to him, there'd be a struggle, and someone was bound to get hurt. She didn't want that-and she didn't want to go to bed with him, either.
"Please, Tim," she sighed, "leave me alone. Start dating girls your own age."
"Oh, I intend to, teacher," he said, "as soon as I make it one last time with you. I'm just evening up the score. You used me twice, and I'm gonna use you twice. Now put down that towel and get in the bedroom."
"No," Amy said, "I won't do it."
Tim scowled and leaped forward, grabbing the edge of Amy's big bath towel. He jerked hard on it and whipped the towel right off her, leaving her completely naked. Amy shrieked and tried to cover herself, but it was hopeless. Tim gawked hungrily at her lovely mature body. She saw that the crotch of his jeans was swollen with a huge hard bulge.
"In the bedroom," he snapped, "or do I have to drag you there?"
When Amy didn't move right away, the husky boy seized her and started dragging her across the hall to the bedroom. She wept and struggled, but he was too strong for her. He pulled and shoved till he had her on the bed. Then he leaped up and straddled her, his small firm ass just grazing her big pointed tits.
"I was talking with Rod," he said, "and he told me you sucked him off. Now you're gonna do it for me."
Amy stared dazedly at the boy's hugely swollen crotch. Tim quickly unzipped his fly and gingerly drew out his stiff young cock. It was just as handsome as she remembered it, creamy-pale and laced with little blue veins, the head big and knob-like and purple. The small slit mouth of his prick was oozing bright little bubbles of juice. His hairless young balls were fat and rosy.
"Rod told me everything you did to him," Tim said, "and you'd better do that same for me. Now get going."
Amy felt too weary to resist. When Jim Carlson arrived, she'd be safe, and in the meantime she didn't want to get hurt. It would be easier, and more sensible, just to do what the boy wanted. She could give him a quick blow job, get him off, and send him away. That was better than a wrestling match which might end in serious injury.
She reached up and curled her fingers around the thick stalk of Tim's cock. Slowly she began to pump. His cock was delightful to touch, hot and smooth and silky. The loose outer skin moved easily over the hard throbbing core. As she pumped him, more hot sticky juice bubbled from the head of his cock and ran down to wet her fingers, making her pumping slick and easy.
"Ummmmmm, yeah," Tim sighed. "Is this what you did with Rod?"
"Yes," Amy admitted with a blush.
"This and a lot more, right?" Tim panted.
"Yes," Amy said. "Don't worry, Tim, I'll do it all for you, too, just as I did with him."
That seemed to put his mind at ease. He relaxed and watched with a lusty little smile as his beautiful teacher played with his cock. It was like one of his favorite jack-off fantasies come true. Many a time he'd imagined Miss Lewis eagerly fondling his prick, kissing and licking it, taking it into her mouth. Now it was really going to happen, and the boy was terrifically excited.
Amy had to admit that she didn't mind her work too much. It was fun and pleasant to pump the boy's satin-skinned prick. With her free hand she tugged his jeans down lower, over his ass, and freed his round rosy nut sacs from their confinement. She cupped the hot full bags and gave them a steady but gentle massage. Tim moaned blissfully.
"Oh, man, that feels great," he sighed.
For perhaps another minute Amy pumped his cock and massaged his balls. Then she moved into the second phase, just as she'd done with Rod. She was sure the boys had compared notes, and though it was highly embarrassing to know that, she had to satisfy Tim. She had to do everything to him that she'd done to Rod.
Now she stuck out her small pink tongue and began to lick the boy's cock. She swished her tongue quickly, teasingly, around the swollen supersensitive head of his dick, then worked her way down the shaft. She licked every bit of that milky-white, blue-veined pole, till it glistened with her saliva. Her hot slick little tongue tickled and lapped and lashed.
"Oh, man," Tim moaned, "far OUT."
It was better than any of his fantasies to actually watch his lovely teacher licking his meat. In fact it was such a powerful turn-on that he damned near shot his load right in her face. But he fought the urge to come. He wanted this wicked but delicious scene to last as long as possible. Her hot little tongue felt fantastically good on his naked prick.
Recalling exactly what she'd done with Rod, Amy licked steadily downward. She licked right through Tim's curly brown bush and onto his hot pulsing nut sacs. The boy gasped and moaned. She lapped and tickled all over the rosy hairless bags till they were wet and gleaming. Then she slowly worked her way back up to the head of his prick.
"Jesus, YES," Tim whined. "Are you gonna suck it now, Miss Lewis? Are you gonna take it in your mouth?"
Amy replied by popping the hugely swollen head of his cock into her mouth. She gave a long strong suck and managed to take in half his stiff seven inches of hot pulsing cock-meat. Tim moaned loudly. His tasty prick-cream dribbled heavily onto her tongue, and she swallowed it without hesitation. Then she began to suck loud and fast on his cock.
"Awwwww," Tim whined, "Jesus, that feels great. Yeah, yeah, Miss Lewis, suck my dick."
He grinned blissfully as he imagined what the kids at school would think if they happened to see this scene. It was a helluva turn-on to have Miss Lewis sucking like crazy on his cock. Her lips were hugely stretched, and half his prick was deliciously lodged in the hot steamy cave of her mouth, bathed by her boiling saliva, lashed by her slick little tongue tip.
"Ohhhhh," Tim whined, "OHHHHHHH."
Amy saw that the boy was hotly excited and getting more so by the second, his breathing loud and fast, his face contorted in a horny grimace. This job shouldn't take long at all. She sucked as hard and fast as she could on his tasty drooling prick. Soon Tim's natural instincts were taking over, and he began to pump his hips, feeding his eager cock in and out of her mouth.
"Yeah, yeah," he cried hoarsely, "bring me off. Let me come in your mouth, Miss Lewis. Ohhhhh, MAN."
Amy stopped sucking. It wasn't necessary any longer. Tim was doing all the work, ramming his swollen prick in and out of her mouth. The hard hot head of his dick hit her throat with each frantic thrust, almost gagging her, but she comforted herself with the certainty that he'd be shooting his load very soon. And she was right.
"AWWWWWW," Tim bawled.
He thrust his cock right into her throat, forcing her to take all of it. As his taut round balls smashed against her lips, he yelped and began to come. Her mouth and throat were flooded with sizzling juice. She had no choice but to swallow it all, but she didn't really mind. Her job was over.
"Oh, Christ," Tim whimpered.
It was the most mind-blowing experience of his young life to shoot his load into his teacher's juicy hot mouth, but it was over all too soon. His empty cock went limp and useless and slipped from her lips. Tim didn't want to end things so soon. He recalled something else Rod had told him, and he instantly put it into practice.
"Tim, what are you doing?" Amy squeaked.
"Wanta eat your pussy," he gasped.
He was sliding down her naked body, forcing her thighs wide apart, and jamming his face into her steamy little slit. It all happened so fast that Amy didn't have a chance to stop him. She'd hoped to send the kid on his way, but it looked as if he had other ideas. She was going to yell at him to stop-when she suddenly felt a searing blast of pleasure.
"OHHH," Amy gasped.
It appeared that Tim and Rod had talked about more than one thing. Tim had never eaten pussy before, but he was doing an excellent job right now. His hot wet tongue tip was flicking teasingly back and forth over the highly sensitive lump of her clit. It felt marvelous. Amy moaned and went limp, unable to resist the pleasure.
She knew she ought to grab the kid by the hair and throw him right off the bed. She ought to be true to her word and refuse to have any more sex with him. But, dammit, she was entitled to a little fun, and it felt so delicious to have his slippery tongue lashing her horny little love-bud. She lay back limp on the bed, quivering with lusty excitement.
Tim sensed her weakening and tongued her clit all the harder. He'd never gone down on a chick before, but Rod had given him pretty explicit instructions. Start with the clit, he'd said-that gets them the most excited-and then work your way down. Tim did exactly as his friend had told him, and it seemed to be working just great.
Miss Lewis had stopped struggling and protesting. She was just lying there quivering, and once in awhile she gave a little moan. She didn't try to close her legs. She left them wide open, giving him plenty of room to work. But the real give-away came when her cunt started leaking hot fragrant juice all over his chin. Then he was really sure she liked what he was doing.
According to Rod's instructions, it was time for Phase Two. Tim jammed his mouth onto the hot little bump of her clit and started sucking like crazy.
"OOOOOO," Amy wailed.
She arched her body sharply upward, feeding her clit to him, and her searing-hot cunt-juice spewed all over his face. Now Tim knew he was really on the right track. He kept up his loud juicy sucking, and Miss Lewis moaned and squealed steadily. In a moment he felt her body tensing, and then she gave a really loud scream and began to writhe.
"Oh, God, I'M COMING," she wailed.
Tim couldn't keep his mouth on her clit, her body was rocking so violently, so he drew back and came up for air. He watched Miss Lewis coming. Her eyes werre squeezed shut, her lovely face ecstatic. Her gorgeous body rocked and quivered for several seconds, and then she went limp, giving a big long sigh.
Tim was proud of his work, but he wasn't finished. He hadn't been kidding Miss Lewis, he really did intend to start dating girls his own age, but he needed somebody to practice on. He needed to try out all the techniques of pussy-eating on Miss Lewis to make sure he'd gotten them right. Once more he plunged his face into her steaming little slit.
"Oh, God," Amy whimpered.
She was a pushover for pussy-eating, and she knew it. As Tim went down on her for the second time, she didn't resist. She kept her legs wide open, and she moaned in bliss as she felt his wet hot tingue tickling her gash again. He licked down from her clit, into the hot wet folds of her cuntlips, and finally his tongue -rimmed the small mouth of her twat.
"Ooooooo," Amy squealed.
Tim once more followed Rod's expert advice, rimming her cunt teasingly for several moments, getting her all hot and excited again. When she was quivering with lusty impatience, he stuck the tip of his tongue right into her boiling little box. Her greedy cunt-muscles gripped his tongue and held it. She wanted it, all right.
Tim thrust his tongue hard into her cunt. He managed to stuff it in all the way, till his chin rested against the slick swollen flesh of her slit. Once more Miss Lewis shrieked and arched her body upward, offering him the whole depth of her twat. He felt around with his tongue, exploring the silky hot walls of her twat.
"Ahhhhh," Amy cried, "AHHHHH."
It felt so fantastically good to have his tongue up her cunt. No way in the world was she going to stop him now. There was no past, no future, just this blissful moment with Tim's thick tongue-meat probing the very depths of her horny little box. She'd just finished coming a moment ago, and already she needed to climax again. The boy was driving her crazy with his lapping tongue.
Tim remembered the final part of Rod's instructions and began to fuck her with his tongue. He rammed the thick meat furiously up and down in her snug hot box, and he got just the response he wanted. Miss Lewis wailed with delight and jerked her hips in time to his strokes, obviously loving every second of it.
"Oh, God, yes," she cried, "YES."
It was such a turn-on that Tim felt his cock spring into a second hard-on. It rubbed eagerly against the bed as he ate Miss Lewis' cunt. Her hot tasty juice boiled around his jerking tongue, and in another moment he felt her tensing again on the brink of orgasm. A few more stiff thrusts of his tongue, and she was coming.
"OHHHHHH," Amy wailed.
Tim came up for air again, wiping her sticky cream from his face. He watched her violent climax and once more prided himself on his work. This pussy-eating business worked really great, and he was sure it would help him when he started dating teenage girls. At last Miss Lewis' spasms faded, and she looked up at him with glowing grateful eyes.
"Thanks, Rod," Tim muttered.
"What?" Amy said.
"Never mind," Tim grinned. "Let's fuck."
Before Amy could reply, he'd flipped her over onto her belly and was nosing his swollen-headed cock into her juicy little cunt-hole. All thoughts of resistance vanished. She desperately wanted that thick stiff boy-cock inside her, and she whimpered happily as she felt it slowly and deliciously stuffing her hungry little twat.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed.
Tim saw that Miss Lewis wasn't going to struggle. In fact she seemed to love the slow intrusion of his cock. He slipped it all the way to her womb, then began to ball her in vigorous deep thrusts. Her cunt-cream gushed hotly around his prick, and she gave a blissful little moan. Tim was relieved. There'd be no more problems with her.
As he fucked her, he glanced down at her tiny wrinkled asshole. Rod had gotten in there this afternoon. Tim wanted to experience everything Rod had done. He was jealous of the older boy's success with Miss Lewis. If Rod could fuck her in the ass then, dammit, so could he. He whipped his cock out of her box and pressed the swollen purple head against her tiny clenched brownie.
"TIM," Amy gasped. "Oh, Tim, NO."
Her narrow asshole was still bruised and sore from Rod's fucking. She winced and tried to wriggle loose, but too late. Tim was already working his thick rock-hard cock into the tiny but slippery hole. Amy gasped as she felt her bumhole quickly stuffed with his swollen meat. In pain and fright she began to claw the bed.
"Tim, no, please," she sobbed. "It hurts."
Tim heard her, but it was too late. The exquisite tightness of her asshole, the searing heat and silky walls, were bringing him off. His cock jerked violently as it sprayed sizzling come up her hot clinging brownie. And at that very moment, the bedroom door was flung open with a loud crash.
"What in hell?" cried Dr. Jim Carlson.
Tim leaped off her and grabbed for his clothes, and Amy collapsed, sobbing. "That's right, young man," Jim Carlson growled, "you'd better dress and get out of here. I've a good mind to report this."
"I didn't mean to hurt her," Tim said sadly. "I never really meant to do that." He turned to Amy and said, "Honest, Miss Lewis, I'm sorry about that. I won't bother you again, and I swear I'll never tell anybody."
Amy's heart softened. If Tim had been rough with her, it was in large part her own fault. And now that their affair was over, she was sure he'd be the thoughtful and polite boy he was before. She'd been a bad influence on him, but that influence was over.
"It's all right, Tim," she said softly. "You run along now." Tim quickly finished dressing and hurried out of the house. Jim Carlson stared at Amy. She was dishevelled, tearful, and obviously in pain, yet she'd just forgiven the kid who'd hurt her.
"What is this, Be Kind to Rapists Week?" Jim exclaimed. "Amy, I think you'd better start explaining. You'd better tell me just what in hell's been going on around here."
CHAPTER NINE
It was the hardest thing she'd ever done in her life, but somehow Amy managed to tell Jim Carlson the whole story of her involvement with Tim and Rod. She knew it was important to tell the truth, and all of it, if she was going to get the right kind of help.
"I don't know what came over me," she concluded. "Maybe it had something to do with having no sex all those years. But suddenly it seemed like I couldn't control myself. I feel so ashamed."
"There's no need to feel that way, Amy," Jim said soothingly. "The sex drive is a very powerful thing, and you just haven't learned to control it yet. But you will. You're not a nymphomaniac, and you're not a cradle robber. You're just a normal healthy woman making up for lost time."
Amy looked at him gratefully. In just a few words he'd managed to convince her that she wasn't crazy after all. And she hadn't really noticed till now how attractive Dr. Carlson was. Tall and well-built, his dark hair greying at the temples, he had ruggedly handsome features and a very charming manner. Best of all, he was only a few years older than she was.
But would he be interested in her any more, now that he'd heard her story? Amy highly doubted it. He could have his choice of the women in town, so why should he choose a middle-aged spinster schoolteacher who'd been carrying on with teenage boys? He seemed friendly enough, but he was probably just being polite.
"Well, Jim," she sighed, "I certainly thank you for dropping by when I needed you. But you don't have to stay any longer if you're busy."
"I'm not going anywhere until I examine you," he answered. "I want to make sure you're all right."
Amy reddened. "But, Jim," she said, "you just gave me a complete examination a few weeks ago."
"Yes, but you've been through a lot since then," he said, "and it never hurts to check. Come on now, off with that blanket."
Amy had been sitting on the edge of her bed, clutching a blanket around her-the only covering she could find when Jim had made his sudden entrance and found her with Tim. Now he gently eased the blanket off her and made her lie down on her back. Amy felt terribly embarrassed and had to keep reminding herself that the man was a doctor.
She would have been even more embarrassed if she'd known that at that moment Jim Carlson wasn't thinking like a doctor. He was thinking like a very average horny male. He knew there was probably nothing wrong with Amy, but he wanted an excuse to see her gorgeous body again, an excuse to touch her. He'd had a powerful lech for the beautiful spinster ever since he'd first met her.
"There you go," he crooned. "Just lie back and relax. This won't take long."
Just as long as I can make it, he added to himself. To lull Amy's suspicions, he started by feeling her forehead, then worked slowly downward. He could hardly keep his eyes off her magnificent big jugs, which stood up firm and pointed even when she lay on her back. He felt burning envy of the teenage boy, Tim, who'd taken her virginity and touched her lovely body for the first time. But Tim was out of the picture now, and HE wasn't.
"Arms over your head, please," he said.
Amy obeyed, and her beautiful ripe tits rose with the movement. Gently Carlson set his hands on her breasts and began to fondle them, as if making a routine inspection. He felt a horny stirring in his balls and cock. Her tits were the most attractive he'd ever seen, and he'd seen plenty. The big globes were silky, hot and pulsing, delicious to touch.
Amy was blushing slightly, but she didn't say anything. She was ashamed to admit it, but the doctor's gentle touch on her big sensitive jugs was getting her quite excited. She wished he'd never stop. He squeezed and molded both breasts thoroughly, and to her embarrassment, her little rosy nipples went stiff under his touch. She couldn't help that. She was definitely getting the hots for this man.
Jim was reluctant to abandon her lovely hot boobs, but he knew his "examination" was already taking too long. "Nothing wrong there," he muttered, "nothing wrong at all."
He caressed lower down her silky-skinned body, getting lustier by the second. No one would have believed this woman was forty years old. She had the body of a much younger woman. He fought the crazy urge to just throw himself on her and ball the hell out of her. He knew Amy, knew he'd have to go slow and gentle with her.
"Now open your legs, please," he said, "and bent them at the knees."
"Oh, Jim," Amy said, mortified, "is this really necessary?"
"Of course it is," Jim said, lying. "It's a vital part of the examination."
That was true in a way. He felt he'd die if he didn't get another look at her luscious red pussy. As a doctor he'd seen plenty of pussies, but never one as pretty and inviting as Amy's. The red-faced spinster reluctantly obeyed him, spreading her legs and drawing them back, and he moved down to look at her gash.
It was just as pretty as he'd remembered it, gleaming scarlet flesh fringed with dainty brown curls. He gently put his hand against her slit and felt the hot throbbing of her cunt-lips and clit. It excited hell out of him to touch her there, and his cock gave a horny lurch in his pants. He couldn't resist going a little farther than he should have. He pressed a fingertip against her juicy little joy button and rubbed it gently.
Amy's face flamed. She still believed that this was a real medical examination, and she was thoroughly ashamed of herself for enjoying it so much. It had felt wonderful when Jim fondled her tits, and it felt even better now as he stroked her clit. She was glad he couldn't know how aroused she was getting. It would have been so embarrassing.
Christ, I'm a dirty old man, Jim was thinking. It was a good thing Amy didn't know the real purpose of his examination-she'd probably run out the door screaming. But he couldn't resist the chance to touch and play with her gleaming red gash. He stroked her tiny hot clit as long as he dared to, then slowly moved his fingers lower in her steamy little pussy.
"Everything feels fine so far," he sighed.
Amy had to agree. In fact it felt terrific. She had to bite her lip to stifle a sigh of horny pleasure as Jim's fingers touched her clit and the plump pink lips of her cunt. Then his fingertip was slowly circling the very mouth of her twat, and she prayed the delicious sensation wouldn't get to her.
"Better check this out," Jim muttered.
He very slowly eased his stiff middle finger up her cunt. It wasn't virgin any more, of course, but it was wonderfully tight, the tightest he'd ever examined. Her box was searing hot, too, and her cunt-walls felt velvety. He imagined how great it would feel to slip his cock in there-and that did it. His prick stiffened and swelled, making a grotesque lump in his pants.
Fortunately he had his back to Amy and she couldn't see the lewd evidence of his excitement. He began to work his finger up and down in her cunt. At that moment he would have given anything if his cock were in there, not his finger. He'd never encountered a box so snug and hot and slick. He knew he'd never rest until he'd made love to her.
Amy was starting to quiver with hot pleasure as Jim worked his finger up and down in her hungry little cunt. She couldn't control the quivering, but she did manage to stifle the shrill cries that rose to her lips. The stiff cock-like thrusts of his finger were driving her wild with need. Suddenly, to her humiliation, her cunt started to cream.
"Oh, dear," she squeaked.
She couldn't stop it. Her treacherous little box naturally responded to Jim's stroking, probing finger and began to leak hot juice. The flow quick-ly got heavy and steamy. Amy could have died of embarrassment. Jim was a doctor, and he certainly knew what that hot creaming meant.
He knew, all right, but he could hardly believe his luck. He felt a small hot spurt of juice around his finger, then a heavier gush, and he realized that his wicked "examination" was turning Amy on. He hadn't dreamed she'd respond to him so quick-ly and naturally. He glanced around at her. She was red-faced with embarrassment.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Amy?" he said. "There's nothing wrong with that."
Amy was too mortified to reply. She just blushed deeper. Jim wondered if he'd made a mistake. He pumped his stiff middle finger faster, harder, in her juicy tight cunt-hole-and knew that he hadn't been wrong. More sizzling-hot cream gushed around his finger. Though she was too em barrassed to admit it, Miss Amy Lewis was hotly horny.
"Amy, let's stop kidding ourselves," Jim said hoarsely. "You're enjoying this, and so am I. Just look at this."
He drew his finger out of her cunt and turned to face her. She could hardly miss seeing the enormous bulge of his crotch. She glanced at it once, then did a double take. Her brown eyes widened hugely as she stared at his hard-on, and her blush deepened.
"Oh, dear," she said.
Jim couldn't help breaking into laughter. "Now see what you did to me," he chuckled.
"Well, look what you did to me," Amy said, breaking into a giggle. "Really, Jim, we're not acting like grownups at all."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Jim said with a grin. "We're certainly not acting like babies. But since we've agreed not to pretend any more, I'm going to examine you the way I really want to."
He started to undress. Amy couldn't seem to stop blushing, but she didn't protest, either. In face she was wildly excited. This would be her first time with an adult male, and she was powerfully attracted to Jim Carlson. She watched hungily as he took off his clothes.
For a middle-aged man, he was in excellent shape. His tall body was heavily muscled, his chest broad and matted with brown and silver hairs. He dropped his pants and shorts, and Amy gawked at his cock. It was huge, the biggest she'd ever seen. The eight-inch column of pale flesh stood straight up, thick and stiff and drooling.
"Is that one of your examining tools, doctor?" Amy teased.
"Yes, but I only use it on special patients," Jim grinned. "We'll just find out if you need it or not, Miss Lewis."
Amy could have answered that question with no trouble at all. But it was more fun to go on playing doctor and patient. She just smiled mischievously as Jim crawled onto the bed beside her and swept her into his arms. He kissed her hungrily, working his tongue into her mouth, and Amy responded without hesitation. Her slick little tongue danced over his.
"Ummmmm," she murmured.
She felt none of the guilt and shame she'd experienced with her boy-lovers. With Jim everything was right and natural. As he kissed her, his rigid cock rubbed eagerly against her belly, and she rubbed right back with the soft curls of her bush. She didn't feel wanton or sluttish for doing it. She just felt natural.
"My God," Jim sighed, "did you know I wanted you the moment I saw you? That day in my office, I wanted to jump right up on the table with you and fuck you silly."
"Why, doctor," Amy giggled, "how scandalous."
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Jim said. "Just wait till I really get going."
"You can start any time," Amy sighed.
He grinned and slipped his hands under her heavy hot tits. As he began to mold and squeeze them, Amy smiled invitingly. Jim began to realize the full extent of his luck. Amy Lewis wasn't just beautiful, she was a naturally hot-blooded and eager lover. And now that he had her, he didn't intend to let her go, ever.
"Am I too rough for you?" he said.
"No, that feels nice," Amy sighed.
He couldn't get enough of her satiny hot boobs. He fondled them, kissed them, licked them. He twirled his wet tongue-tip around and around her stiff-standing little rosy nipples. Amy purred with pleasure. She felt completely relaxed and content with this man. There was none of the uneasiness and guilt she'd experienced with the boys.
Jim began kissing his way down her body, over her sleek flat belly and into the fragrant soft curls of her bush. Amy quivered with lusty impatience. He gently parted the furry lips of her muff and uncovered the bright red lump of her clit. He tickled it with the slick tip of his tongue.
"Oooooo," Amy squealed, "yes, Jim, eat me. I love that."
Jim began to feel as if he'd died and gone to heaven. All his life he'd been looking for a woman who was both beautiful and honestly lusty. He'd had beautiful women who were frigid, and ugly women who were tigers in bed, but only with Amy had he found the ideal combination. He began to tongue her clit, and she moaned blissfully, her hot cunt-cream gushing out to wet his chin.
"Ohhhhh, yes," she sighed, "YES."
Jim flicked his tongue-tip rapidly back and forth over her tasty little love-bud, and she didn't hide her delight. She let her legs fall wide open, and she thrust her pussy up at him, feeding him her eager red clit. Her steamy twat-cream trickled out in a steady stream. She moaned softly and clawed the bed.
"Oh, God, that's so GOOD," Amy whined.
She saw no reason to hide her pleasure from Jim. She wanted him to know that she loved what he was doing. It felt delicious to have his slippery hot tongue-tip flicking her highly receptive little clit, the most sensitive organ of her body. She could never get enough of that.
But Jim's expert clit-licking was just for openers. To Amy's delight, he suddenly jammed his mouth onto her soaked little joy button and began to suck it. He was an expert pussy-eater, no doubt about that. Amy squealed and slammed her pussy up against his face, working her hot little clit into his mouth. He held it between his lips and sucked it for all he was worth.
"Oh, GOD," Amy cried. "Yes, yes, OHHHHH."
Jim felt hot excitement as he brought her off for the very first time. Her gorgeous body rocked and bucked violently, and her cunt-cream gushed out like molten lava. There was nothing demure or frigid about this woman. She thoroughly enjoyed sex and made no secret of it. And that was just the kind of bed partner Jim wanted.
"Ummmm, that was lovely," Amy sighed. "Did you learn that in medical school?"
"Not exactly," Jim laughed. "A couple of nurses helped me out, though. Here's something else they taught me."
He dipped his head into her steamy wet slit again. This time his tongue found a new target. Amy moaned loudly as she felt his thick tongue creeping right up her flaming-hot and eager cunt. He slipped his hands under her writhing little ass and held her tight against him, extending his tongue as far as he could in her gripping creaming twat.
"OHHHHH," Amy cried. "Yes, put your tongue in me, darling. I love it, I LOVE IT."
Jim was so good at his work that she was coming again within seconds. Just a few hard deep lunges of his thick wet tongue, and Amy felt a giant climax exploding deep in her cunt. As her body began to shake and convulse, Jim managed to keep his tongue lodged deep in her boiling box, fucking her with it, making her orgasm doubly intense.
"AHHHHH," Amy screeched, "AHHHHH."
When her dizzying climax finally ended, Jim rose to his knees and wiped her cream off his face. Amy didn't know what he had in mind next, but she intended to change his schedule. Before he'd fully caught his breath, she dived for his cock. Lying on her belly, she nosed up to his stiff-standing eight-incher and started licking it briskly with her little pink tongue.
"Hey," Jim laughed, "you didn't tell me you were hungry."
"Only for one thing," Amy chuckled.
She licked all over the thick pale stalk of his prick, leaving the swollen meat slick and gleaming. She swished her hot tongue around and around the enormous purple head of his prick, lapping up his tasty bubbling cock-juice. Then she quickly ran her tongue downward, right through his brown and silver bush, and tongue-lashed his swollen rosy nut sacs.
"Oh, Christ," Jim panted, "that's beautiful, honey. You can do that all night if you want."
He watched blissfully as the beautiful spinster eagerly licked and lapped all over his swollen cock and balls. He'd never had a more eager and pleasing lover. Her hot little tongue felt fantastically good as it tickled and played on his nuts and prick. She gradually worked her way back up to the head of his cock and popped the big purple knob into her steamy wet mouth.
"Jesus, YES," Jim gasped. "Blow me, baby."
Amy didn't have to be urged. She felt starved for his cock, and she wanted all the tasty juice she could get. She sucked fast and hard on his huge swollen cock-head, and his salty cream bubbled out onto her taste buds. She savored the thick stuff a moment, then swallowed it. Jim moaned ecstatically.
"That's fantastic, honey," he panted, "but you better quit now. I don't want to come in your mouth. I can think of a much better place to put my cock."
Amy took the hint and reluctantly let his big spitsoaked dick pop from her lips. At the very next opportunity she intended to blow him till he came, but for their first time together she'd pass it up. She had a hunch that there'd be plenty of chances for them to experiment in bed with each other.
Jim rolled Amy onto her back, and she eagerly opened her legs for him, spreading them wide. He took one hungry glance at her luscious red pussy, then scrambled between her hot silky thighs and wedged the huge purple head of his cock into her tiny wet cunt-mouth. It was a helluva tight fit, reminding him that this beautiful woman had been a virgin only a week ago.
And now that exquisitely tight box was all his. He could hardly wait to get into it, but he moved his thick hard cock slowly and gently, not wanting to hurt her. Her tiny cunt expanded as much as it could, and her cream gushed around him, testifying to her eagerness. Still her twat-walls hugged his prick very tightly.
"Jesus, I hope I'm not hurting you," he said.
"No," Amy sighed, "I love it. Put it in me, Jim. I want it. Oh, God, I want it."
It didn't hurt, and she wasn't afraid. She'd never taken a cock that big before, and it stuffed her completely, but she loved that full feeling, loved the thick rigid presence deep in her cunt. When his enormous cock-head finally touched her womb, she moaned blissfully. She knew this man could satisfy all her needs.
Jim began to fuck her in slow gentle strokes, but Amy clung urgently to him and panted, "Do it to me faster, darling, harder. I can take it. Don't hold yourself back with me."
That was a relief to Jim, who was aching to ball her as hard and fast as he could. He pulled out all stops and began ramming his swollen dick into her swiftly and powerfully. Amy responded with a moan of ecstasy and started jerking her hot little pussy in time to his strokes. Her gushing cream made their fucking slick and noisy.
"Oh, my God, Jim, it's so good," Amy moan-ed. "Keep doing it to me, keep fucking me."
"The rest of my life, if you want," Jim sighed.
"Well, that'll do for openers," Amy giggled.
They were too excited to prolong their first fuck, and in a very few minutes they were coming together, writhing and moaning in each other's arms. Afterwards Jim didn't move. He wanted to keep his exhausted cock in her deliciously tight cunt as long as he could. But their mutual climax had hardly ended before the beeper in his jacket pocket began to sound.
"HELL," Jim said. "Got to call the hospital." He used the bedside phone, then announced, "I have to go set a broken leg. This happens all the time. Do you think you could take being a doctor's wife, Amy?"
She grinned and said, "That all depends on who fast you can get back to me."
"You'd be surprised how fast I can set a broken leg," Jim replied.
