The overwhelming problems some people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under normal circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the football player who, under immense pressure to perform well, takes drugs.
Cindy Bennett is one of these people, for her problem with her husband makes her seek companionship and satisfaction in the arms of men other than her husband.
WILD WIFE WITHOUT PANTIES--the story of a woman whose search for happiness takes her down a long road of sexuality and desperation. A novel about a society which too often ignores a person's needs and desires.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
At ten o'clock at night, Cindy and Dave Bennett sat on the new sofa in their den. The fire was roaring and the young couple sipped their late-night tea and gazed at the television screen. The sound was off, but they liked to watch the nightly variety show. The tea was delicious. Cindy had laced hers with a shot of rum, but Dave didn't know that. He put his feet up on the coffee table and glanced at his young wife contentedly.
"It's not a bad life, is it, hon?" he said.
Cindy put her cup down and rested her head on his shoulders. "It's a wonderful life, honey." Actually, after being married only three years she was vaguely disappointed with married life.
"How was your day?" he said. Cindy was a substitute teacher and her students had been giving her a rough time lately.
"I'm not sure," she said. "Sometimes I think I'm not a teacher at all, but just a disciplinarian." What she didn't say was that one of her students had hit on her today, and she blushed to think that she hadn't reprimanded him. She'd been flattered and a little excited.
"You can quit anytime you want to. You know that. The firm's doing well enough so that we don't need the money."
Dave was a lawyer. When he and Cindy were married, he and his best friend from law school opened an office. They were doing very well and making more money than the young couple had expected.
"I wouldn't feel right doing nothing," she said.
"Bev doesn't mind it." Bev was married to Bill Black, Dave's law partner. "I can't imagine what she does to fill her time," she said.
Dave glanced at her sharply. "I've got a pretty good idea." His jaw jutted out stubbornly.
"What?" Cindy's curiosity was piqued. She and Bev were good friends, but she had no idea what Dave was alluding to.
"I think she's running around on Bill," he said after a moment.
Cindy almost choked on her rum-laced tea. "Are you serious?"
He nodded solemnly. "Not only that, but I think Bill knows it too."
"But if Bill knows it, why isn't he doing anything about it?" The possibility that one of her best friends was cheating on her husband filled Cindy with excitement.
Dave shrugged. "Frankly, he doesn't give a damn."
"But they've got a good marriage."
"Bill isn't the kind of a guy who can be faithful."
Cindy shot him a glance. "Are you?"
He smiled and tousled her thick mane of dark hair. "You know I am."
Am I more like Bev? Cindy thought as she continued sipping her tea. "She's never said anything to me," Cindy pouted.
"Hell, she knows how happy we are. Women don't talk about those things except to other women like themselves."
Cindy placed a finger over his lips. "Why don't we go to bed now?" she said. "All this talk about cheating is making me horny."
"Yeah, soon, hon." He stretched his legs comfortably.
Cindy tried to hide her disappointment. She knew that when they finally went to bed Dave would want to go to sleep. They seldom fucked during the week and usually only once on the weekend. For a couple married such a short time, their sex life was practically non-existent.
Cindy stroked his thigh. "I can't help it, hon," she purred. "I get horny just being near you." She didn't mention that the rum had mellowed her.
Dave reached down and squeezed her tits. "My horny wife," he said with a smile.
"Do you think about sex as much as you used to before we were married?"
He stared at her. "Of course not. Who does?"
She bit her lip. I do, she thought. "No one, I guess."
"Except a gal like Bev, and if she was my wife I'd kick her out on her buns."
"But you said Bill cheats too--"
"He's a man." He stared resolutely ahead at the soundless television screen.
Cindy giggled. "I guess you've never heard of women's lib."
"I can't hear you," he snickered.
"Oh, Dave," she giggled, cuddling closer. She put her feet up on the coffee table next to his. Maybe she could turn him on. Maybe he'd give her a good fuck tonight. God, she was horny!
She moved her fingers to his inner thighs and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to a new school tomorrow."
"Oh, yeah? Well, just show them who's boss right off." He moved his hand inside her robe and touched bare skin.
It looked promising. "Let's go to bed, hon," the horny young wife whispered.
"Soon," he said in a husky voice. "Look at that girl dance. She's practically naked too."
Cindy glanced at the television screen. "I wish you'd pay as much attention to me as you do to her."
"I know what you look like under your robe," he said. "I don't know what she looks like under that skimpy little costume."
"Oh, Dave, you're turning into a dirty old man."
He moved his hand away from her thighs and draped his arm carelessly over her shoulders. "It's all in the mind," he said.
She spread her legs so that her robe fell open. He didn't touch her so she tried to grab his cock. He pushed her hand away.
"Why did you push me away?" she said.
"Look at that dish!"
Disgusted, Cindy shifted around and sat with her legs primly together. "What did you mean that it's all in the mind?"
"Sex." His eyes were glued to the dance on the screen.
Cindy stared into the fire. "You mean the imagination?"
"Sure. Everyone knows that."
"Then once you know a woman, know what she looks like naked, like with us, you lose interest?"
"Not totally, hon, you know that." He chuckled under the chin. "But the mystery is gone. But, hey, don't worry. I have no intention of cheating on you. I'm no Bill Black and you better never get like Bev or I'll divorce you."
The word divorce struck terror in Cindy's heart. It was true that many of her friends were divorced, but she believed in her marriage vows and had every intention of staying married. She loved Dave and he loved her. Whatever happened, they would work things out.
When they finally went upstairs to bed, she was very wet and aroused. She threw herself at him under the covers, but he grunted and told her to go to sleep.
"We'll have a good fuck Saturday night," he said.
She rubbed up against his back. "But I'm horny now, hon," she said.
With an impatient sigh he turned to her. "Okay, if you can get it hard I'll fuck you."
She reached over to turn on a small lamp they used when they fucked. The lamp was her own idea. Dave had always insisted they fuck in the dark, but she finally talked him out of it. She liked to see what she was doing. It turned her on to look at his body and she liked watching his face when he shot off.
She pushed the covers down to the foot of the bed now. Dave's cock was limp, but even n soft it was big. He had big balls, his leathery ball-bag fully packed and covered with dark hair. The sight of his fuckmeat always aroused her. She'd never told him so, but one of the reasons she'd married him was that he looked so virile.
She was turned on by long thick cocks and big balls. A well-hung man with lots of hair around his cock and balls always excited her. The only thing that excited her more was the body of a teenage boy. A cute teenager with a hard little ass and a lusty prick was what she often had fantasies about. She guessed it was because she was a teacher. She was sexually unsatisfied at home and all day long she found herself confronted by teenagers.
When she lowered her head to begin kissing Dave's cock and balls, he grunted with approval and rubbed her neck. He was treating her like a pet poodle, but she didn't care. She nuzzled his balls, filling her nose with the smell of them. Then she licked her way along the length of his limp cock and sucked his cockhead between her lips.
His prick was tasty, the knob fat enough to fill her mouth. She kept just his cockhead inside her mouth and swirled her tongue back and forth over the tip. It wasn't long before she felt the first twitching of his cock. At least I can still get him up, she thought.
Taking more of his cock inside her mouth now, she sucked his tube of cockflesh and then gradually pulled back as it slowly stiffened.
It wasn't long before he responded to her sucking with a respectable hard-on. He had a lovely cock, a good seven inches and thick enough to stretch the mouth of her pussy. The size of a cock wasn't all that important, but she did like big cocks and it was silly to pretend she didn't.
"Well, I guess I changed your mood," she said.
Dave chuckled. "I guess you did, honey. Roll over and I'll climb into the saddle."
"You talk like a cowboy."
"And you're my horse."
When she rolled over on her back, she pulled her knees up to her tits and spread them wide. She was dying for him to play with her while she held that pose, she wanted him to look at her pussy and toy with it and maybe even kiss it. But he never did anything like that. As usual, he now positioned himself between her legs, searched for and found her cunthole with his cockhead, and the next moment he lurched forward to bury his prick in her seething pussy.
He fucked her with a strong rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his body and told herself it was better than nothing, maybe more than a lot of women had and maybe she was complaining too much.
Later, when they were through, she lay perfectly still and waited for Dave to fall asleep. For the first time, she understood women like Bev Black.
More and more, lately, Dave was leaving her frustrated. In the early days he'd made sure she came when they fucked. Lately he barely touched her and gave no thought to her needs. He never even touched her tits anymore. In the old days he loved to suck and lick them.
Marriage! she thought as she rose up from the bed and reached for her robe. You can keep it if it's like this.
As usual, when she went to sleep horny, she went back to the den and sat down on the sofa. She turned the TV on and kept the sound low. She tried to watch the tube awhile, tried to pretend she was not frustrated, but it didn't work. Before long her hand slipped inside her robe and her fingers worked into the wet folds of her cunt.
She always enjoyed doing it in the living room. There was something about whacking off in the living room that made it more exciting than doing it in bed. When she needed a climax with her fingers in the afternoon, she always stretched out on the sofa to bring herself off.
Now she quivered as she stroked herself. Her pussy was all juiced up from fucking, her cunt-tissues still swollen and tender. She hadn't washed her pussy after they fucked and she liked the slippery feel of Dave's jism around the mouth of her cunthole. She brought some of the slime up to her clit and gently spread it over the shaft and head of her passion-button.
Poor little thing, she thought. Her clit never seemed to get enough action when they fucked. Dave didn't care. As long as he got his rocks off, he was happy. Women were martyrs. They had to grab what they could get in the way of sexual pleasure.
She masturbated until she came and then went down to the kitchen for a cup of hot tea.
When she returned to the den she thought about the young boy at school who had hit on her. He was a sexy kid and Cindy had been tempted.
What am I thinking of? she thought, her fingers shaking as she sipped the hot brew. He's just a kid and I'm a married woman.
But despite herself she wondered where it would all end. Maybe she'd wind up like Bev. Maybe she'd have an affair. It wasn't so unusual. If a girl was married to a man with a weaker sex drive, what was so wrong about having an occasional fling?
Even as she thought about it, she began jerking off again. Somehow she couldn't seem to get enough. This time she wanted something in her pussy more substantial than her finger. She went to the kitchen and pulled a large cucumber out of the refrigerator. She warmed it up under running hot water and then dried it with a towel. Old reliable, she thought. A fat cucumber freshly warmed was always a treat. She wondered what Dave would say if he knew about her vegetable sessions. Her vegetable therapy, she called it.
Shove a ten inch cucumber up her pussy and reach for the moon. Putting one foot on a kitchen chair, she carefully introduced one end of the cucumber into the mouth of her cunthole and slowly pushed it inside. Delicious, it was. The size of the thing was enough to take her breath away. It stretched her cunt-mouth to the maximum and by angling it a certain way she could get plenty of action on her clit.
She closed her eyes and imagined she had a big fat cock reaming out her pussy. Once, in high school, she'd been fucked by a jock, a stud with an enormous cock. She'd been too young to really enjoy a prick like that. Too young and too inexperienced. She'd jerked him off awhile and then licked the fat knob of his prick and then he'd rammed his dick inside her tender pussy and fucked her like a bull. He came fast, pulling out at the end to give her a few spurts on her belly. She remembered watching the way his pisshole opened like a small mouth each time a glob of spunk shot out. She quivered as she thought about that jock's huge teenage cock.
Now you're a married woman, she thought. You're supposed to be getting enough cock, but you aren't. Dave would be all right as a lover if only he'd pay some attention to my needs.
After bringing herself off, she rose up and returned to bed. "You okay, hon?" Dave said sleepily.
She curled up behind him spoon-fashion, her naked tits and cunt pressed into his back and "Yes, I'm fine, hon."
"We had a good fuck, huh?"
Cindy smirked in the dark. "Yeah, it was great."
CHAPTER TWO
Cindy's new assignment became semipermanent when the teacher she was replacing had emergency surgery. The principal of the school asked her if she would stay until the regular teacher returned. She discussed it with Dave and they both agreed that as long as she was going to be working she might as well establish a degree of stability.
After the first week the children became easier to manage. One thing bothered her. She found herself drawn to several of the larger boys who were quite mature. She didn't discuss it with Dave, of course, but she thought about a few of the boys long after class was over.
One of the boys was a freckle-faced redhead named Jeff. He hung around her desk after class and asked her to explain some math problems. After several such meetings with the boy, Cindy was convinced he was coming on to her.
She was both flattered and frightened. Frightened by her reaction to the teenager. She was so much older than he, but she found him strangely appealing. She knew she ought to discourage him, but she didn't. To the contrary, she flirted with him outrageously.
One day Jeff told her his mother was going to phone her to ask her to tutor him on a regular basis. At first Candy refused, but when Mrs. Dennison told her how much Jeff liked her she agreed to try it for a month.
Dave thought she was working too hard without the extra work on Saturdays, but she told him she didn't mind. She liked helping children. That was why she went into the teaching profession.
What she didn't tell him was that she had a girlish crush on Jeff. And of course he didn't suspect a thing.
On the day she was to begin tutoring Jeff, Dave kissed her goodbye sheepishly. "I guess you wouldn't be doing it if you didn't want to," he said.
"It's only for an hour," she said nervously. "I'm having lunch with Bev later and we'll go shopping afterward. You stay at the club as long as you want, honey."
Dave frowned as he picked up his golf clubs. "I sure hope Bev doesn't have a bad influence on you."
Cindy opened the door. "Don't worry about that," she said. She took a deep breath. "You'll be late if you don't leave now."
When he was gone, she went upstairs to dress. It was only seven in the morning and Jeff wouldn't be here until nine, but she wanted to look her best.
Dirty old woman, she said to herself. She giggled aloud as she stepped into the shower. I don't care. I'm excited to see him in my own home, even if I am only his teacher.
The night before, she'd been anxious to fuck, but Dave had rolled over and gone to sleep. Her cunt had been hot and wet and hungry. He told her his game would suffer if he didn't get a good night's sleep.
More and more she realized that their sexual needs were different. Dave was perfectly happy to fuck once a week. And even then she had to beg for it. It didn't seem right and she was beginning to wonder if they were mismatched.
But this morning things looked better. The sun was out and Jeff was coming to her house. She planned to continue their flirtation and maybe even exchange a kiss or two. She had no intention of going further. If she ever cheated on Dave it wouldn't be with a young boy.
In the weeks since she'd discovered that Bill and Bev Black both cheated, she'd given a lot of thought to her own marriage. Maybe there would be less divorce if people had some outside diversion.
As she lathered up she thought about how she would feel if she found out Dave was cheating on her. She tried to be honest and came to the conclusion she'd be terribly hurt if she knew. The key was not to know.
She remembered some advice her mother had given her before her marriage. If I ever saw your father coming out of a motel with another woman I'd look the other way, she'd said. Cindy thought about it now. Her mother was right. Her mother was married to a very attractive man and she loved him. If he had other women occasionally it wasn't important enough to break up their marriage.
Why not the other way around? she thought of as she rinsed off. She lifted her tits and rinsed off the underside of the heavy melons. I love Dave and he loves me. If I need other men occasionally and I don't flaunt it in his face, what's the danger?
As she toweled herself dry, she switched on the radio and danced to the beat of a rock tune. Knowing what she needed was half the battle. She pictured Jeff. He had a shy smile and a darling young body. It was true he was terrible at math and his parents were worried that he'd never get into a decent college. But deep down she suspected the reason he wanted tutoring was because he wanted to be with her.
As she gazed at herself in the mirror and lifted her heavy tits, she thought about Jeff. She tried to picture how he looked when he jerked off. Boys his age jerked off constantly.
When she was a child, she had watched her brothers jerk off regularly. Once her oldest brother made her watch while a stream of jism shot out of his dick and hit the ceiling. She'd been frightened at first, but later she'd enjoyed it. Cocks and balls had always fascinated her, thanks to her brothers.
She touched herself and toyed with her nipples. It was probably a bad idea to make herself horny an hour before Jeff was due to arrive. But what was the harm? She felt more alive than she had in months.
Jeff arrived a half hour early and Cindy was still wearing a shortie robe with nothing under it. When the doorbell rang, she ran downstairs. She could always go back and dress after she let him into the house.
"Hi, Mrs. Bennett," the redheaded teenager said as he strode confidently into the house.
"Hi, Jeff," Cindy said, her heart beating fast.
The boy didn't seem a bit fazed by her outfit. The belt to her robe was pulled tight and a lot of cleavage showed. Jeff stared at her tits almost blatantly and Cindy pulled the tie more tightly around her small waist.
"I haven't had breakfast yet," she said. "Are you hungry?" Her pussy ached as she gazed at the boy.
"No," he said.
She wiggled her hips provocatively as she led him into the den. "It'll be good for my figure if I don't have breakfast today," she said.
She sat down on the sofa and motioned to him to sit beside her. He lay his math book and exercise book on the coffee table.
"Shall we begin?" the horny young teacher said.
Jeff's eyes fluttered over her barely covered curves. She glanced down. "I almost forgot," she said. "I was going to dress when you arrived."
"I don't mind," he said, his eyes glittering.
Cindy picked up a pencil and dropped it. They both bent down to pick it up and her head hit his.
They giggled and it was a moment before she realized that one of her tits had fallen out of her robe. She didn't notice it until Jeff groaned and then she quickly tucked the pink-nippled tit inside.
"Sorry about that," she said.
Jeff licked his parched-looking lips. "I didn't mind."
She proceeded with the lesson. Every time she leaned close to the boy to show him a problem, she felt her pussy grow wetter and her nipples erect.
When the hour was up, he made no move to leave. Cindy was so turned-on she rationalized that it wouldn't do any harm to let the boy feel her up a little.
Thoughts flooded her mind as he put his books away. She was horny and Dave wasn't satisfying her. Jeff was just a child, a pupil of hers. Her job at school would certainly be in jeopardy if anyone found out they were having a flirtation. But who would know? He certainly wouldn't tell anyone. The look in his eyes confirmed that.
She thought about Bev and how cheating on Bill hadn't hurt her marriage.
During a moment of awkward silence she offered Jeff a Coke. She felt his eyes on her ass as she sashayed out of the room.
She remembered how passionate Dave had been before their marriage. Maybe that was the only time sex was really good. Maybe there had to be a mystery and excitement that marriage precluded.
She made an instant decision. As she handed Jeff his Coke her fingers shook. She kicked her slippers off and deliberately stared at the bulge in his crotch. She placed her hand on his leg.
"You're very mature for your age," she said.
"Yeah?" he croaked.
The need in her pussy made her careless. "I noticed you looking at me before, when I had that little accident," she said. "I sort of fell out of my robe, didn't I? I didn't mind your looking, I know boys are curious. You like looking at women, don't you? Do you think I'm pretty?" She slowly untied the belt to her robe.
The boy's eyes widened and his jaw dropped open. "Jesus Christ!" he muttered.
She lifted her tits in both hands and moved closer to the teenager. "Now you can really look at them. Do you like my boobs, Jeff?"
"God, Mrs. Bennett... "
"Don't be bashful. Sometimes things like this happen between teachers and their students. I'm a woman and you're almost a man. It's natural, isn't it?"
"I guess so."
"Of course it is. We like each other. I like you enormously and I just want to be close to you."
She rose up, lifted his hands and gently pulled him to his feet. They pressed against each other and she held his face in her hands and kissed his sweet mouth. It wasn't much of a kiss, he was too young for that, but he tasted so sweet and delicious it made her shiver with excitement.
He was half boy and half man and she had such a terrible need of him. She felt as though she hadn't had any sex in years. She felt consumed by her hunger for it.
After running her fingers over his chest, she finally dropped a hand to the bulging front of his pants. She could feel the heat of his cock and balls. She squeezed and rubbed the lovely package under her palm and wondered what his prick would look like. She imagined his young cock would be pink and sweet-smelling and his balls tight and hairless. God, how she wanted him!
She teased him. "I think I'm feeling a grownup man down here. Is that what I'm feeling? Do you like it when I touch you like this? Are you a virgin, Jeff?"
His face flushed, he shook his head.
"I thought you weren't," she said. "You're a darling boy and I'm sure you have all the girls you want. Maybe I'm not pretty enough for you."
"You're beautiful, Mrs. Bennett."
"Do you really think so?" Her fingers found the tab of his zipper now. She had to have a look at him, she had to have his lovely young fuck-meat out in the open.
It was marvelous to undress him like this, to have this darling boy completely in her control. He said he wasn't a virgin, but he was certainly inexperienced. He hadn't even put his hands on her yet. In one way she was disappointed, but the power she had over him was enough to compensate for it.
His cock was like a hard bar of iron. She dug her hand inside his fly and shorts and pulled his prick out and smiled at the way it stuck almost straight up and vibrated like a baton. Then she slid her hand inside his fly again and hauled his balls out, pulled them out so they draped over the tab of his zipper. All his meat was in the open now. He was bigger than she'd expected, his cock not thin at all, his nuts heavier and more mature-looking than she had expected from his sweet boyish face.
She gripped his cock in her hand, looked down at it and squeezed his cockshaft until his cockhead turned purplish red. "Oh, it's a lovely prick, Jeff, it really is." She kissed him and ran her tongue into his mouth. Then she pulled away and said, "Take my robe off, darling. Don't you want to see what I look like?"
The boy moved as though in a trance. His cock and balls hanging out of his gaping fly, he helped her slip out of her robe. She purred with approval as he immediately moved his face to her heavy tits and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. The tit-bud was already stiff and he soon made it even stiffer. He sucked and chewed her fat nipple, and then, after a while, she quivered and made him move his mouth to the other one. When he finally pulled his face away from her tits, she had both nipples dripping with his saliva and she could feel the juices in her pussy flowing like a waterfall.
"I guess you like sucking my titties," she said with a smile.
"Jesus, Mrs. Bennett, I'm not sure about this. Maybe we'll get into trouble. I mean--"
"Let me worry about that." She chuckled when she saw his eyes on her cuntbush. Holding one tit in one hand, she dropped the other hand over her belly and ruffled the curled hair covering her pussy. "I think it's your turn to undress."
He quickly stripped his clothes off and tossed them into a chair. Then he was at her again, his mouth once more sucking her tits while she handled his cock and balls.
She knew enough to be careful with him. She toyed with his balls more than with his cock to avoid bringing him off too soon. Of course he'd come up fast again, boys his age always did, but she wanted the first gush of jism in her mouth. She'd been thinking about that too long, she was too hungry for a taste of him.
At last she made him sit down on the sofa and spread his legs. He knew what was coming, she could tell by the look on his face. When she knelt down, his hands immediately went to her head and the next moment he was groaning and shoving his crotch up to her face and then groaning again when her mouth capped the swollen knob of his cock.
He belonged to her now. She had no intention of hurrying and she settled down to enjoy herself. The feel of his warm cockflesh in her mouth was marvelous. She opened one eye and looked at him and smiled at the way he had his head thrown back against the sofa. He looked like an angel in the throes of a religious experience.
I could eat him up, she thought. The taste and smell of his cockflesh, the feel of his prick in her mouth made her shake with lust.
She worked on his cockhead awhile, tongued his pisshole and sucked the leaking juice out of it, probed it with the tip of her tongue to widen it. Then she gobbled more of his cock, the ring of her lips sliding down over his hard cockshaft until she had her nose buried in his cockbush. She was elated that she could take all of him, all of his beautiful young cock, all of it inside her mouth until she had her throat muscles clamping down on his cockhead and the rumbles and groans coming out of his chest.
His hands clutched at her head, a deep croaking sound came out of his mouth as she slowly pulled back until once again she had only his cockhead between her lips.
Then the pumping began, her mouth moving up and down his cockshaft, her lips pulling at his cockskin, her fingers twisting his balls. A shudder ran through his body each time her teeth scraped gently over the flared rim of his cock-knob. She worked on him with a steady rhythm, fucking him with her face, and before long she could feel the tightening of his balls, the jumping of his swollen nuts in her hand, and then suddenly his jism foamed and spurted out of his pisshole, the sharp taste of it filling her mouth.
She milked him, sucked the hot cock-cream out of his prick as she gently squeezed and twisted his balls.
Ten minutes before she'd thought she'd let him fuck her, but now the pleasure of sucking had consumed her and she wanted more of it.
She wanted more and she got more. She brought two more loads out of him in the course of the next hour, the last almost as thick and rich-tasting as the first. She had never had so much jism in her mouth in such a short time and she was overwhelmed by her passion for it.
He was drained by the time he left her, drained and happy because she'd promised that one day soon he'd get to fuck her.
CHAPTER THREE
The front door to Cindy's house was barely closed when Nick Patterson pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
She struggled against him, but he was too strong. Her lips instinctively opened and she sucked his tongue into her mouth.
"You really need it, don't you?" he hissed.
He was the boys gym teacher at school. Cindy had chatted with him in the teachers lounge several times. Today, when her car had stalled, he offered to drive her home.
"Really, Nick, I don't know what you must think of me," she said now, kissing him with an eagerness that surprised her.
"Hey, don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," he snickered as he lashed her lips with his tongue.
"I'm sorry," she said, responding with renewed passion when he thrust his tongue down her throat.
"You're really hot," he said, admiration in his voice. He pulled at her clothes as they stood in the hallway. "Do we have enough time before your husband comes home?"
"Yes," she said, nibbling on his lips. "Oh, yes!"
She'd been at the school a month and she was still tutoring Jeff on Saturdays. She'd let the boy fuck her a few times, but it wasn't enough for the horny young wife. She suspected that Nick Patterson was a good lover. The other young teachers gossiped about him and one of them even alluded to his being a super-cocksman. Cindy had listened and learned. In fact her car hadn't really stalled. Sometimes the key became stuck, but she knew full well how to fix it.
Playing dumb was going to provide her with a good hard fuck. Even now as he kissed her Nick's prick pressed into her belly.
As he continued pulling at her clothes, she gently pushed him away. "We don't have to rush it," she said breathlessly. "We do have a bed upstairs."
He made a lewd gesture toward his crotch. "He's ready whenever you are."
Cindy giggled and rubbed her tits against his arm. "Do you have a jealous wife?"
She was surprised when he blanched. "Leave my wife out of this."
Cindy lowered her eyes. "I was just kidding. I didn't even know you were married."
"I didn't mean to lose my temper," he said, taking her into his arms.
"That's okay," she said in a husky voice. "It's just that I like sex to last. If I wanted a quickie I'd wait for Saturday night." The moment the words were out, she was sorry she'd spoken. She hated being disloyal to Dave verbally. It was bad enough she was unfaithful physically.
She forgot about Dave when Nick frenched her. He squeezed her ass deliciously and she melted against him.
"You've got me so damn hot," he whispered in her ear. "I've had my eyes on you for weeks."
"I didn't know."
"Kids talk. The day you arrived I heard about your jugs from one of the boys in your class."
Cindy colored. "What did he say?"
Nick chuckled and grabbed one of her tits. "He said he dreams about them all day and when he goes to bed at night he dreams about them all over again."
She cocked an eyebrow. "You're making that up.
"Don't be silly, you're a teacher. Boys are drooling at the mouth over your tits all the time."
"You're a teacher too," she said. "Maybe the girls drool over you."
"When I fuck I'm a man."
"There you go again," she said, raising her lips for his kiss. "Is that all you can think about?"
He tweaked her nipple through her sweater. "Jesus, I'd like to stick my pecker right into your hot cunt!"
She giggled and drew back. "So much for your vocabulary. Listen, let's go upstairs and get into a bed like two adults."
He followed her up the stairs. He made a grab for her ass while she walked. When they arrived upstairs, she hesitated at the door to the master bedroom. She pointed toward the smaller bedroom down the hall.
"You go in there," she said. "The sofa opens into a bed. I have to use the bathroom."
Alive with excitement, the young cheating wife stripped her clothes off and dabbed some perfume between her legs. She always wore conservative clothes to school and she wanted Nick to see her in something sexy. She moved into her bedroom to change. She pulled a sheer black negligee from a hanger and held it up to her body in front of the full-length mirror. She decided to wear nothing under it. Why not bring out the beast in the man?
Actually, there was something animal-like about Nick. Fucking and sucking young Jeff was exciting and fulfilling. But afterward they had nothing to talk about. Nick was a man. A very masculine man with a dark beard and smoldering eyes.
When she was ready, she put on some fresh lipstick and joined Nick down the hall. He had opened the sofa and was lying under the sheet, apparently naked.
When she entered the room, his eyes narrowed. Freed from the confines of a bra her tits swayed with every movement of her lush body. Her thick nipples were clearly visible through the sheer negligee.
"Yeah," he said meaningfully, his eyes darting from her tits to her rounded hips. "Turn around. Let's see that gorgeous ass."
She did a turn for him, aware of the heat of his eyes on her body. Lord, she loved to be looked at by a man who wanted her! "Do I pass?" she said.
"You're gorgeous."
She sat on the edge of the bed next to him. "And you're much sexier than I thought you'd be. You really are."
He grabbed one of her tits and yanked it free from her negligee. "Now this is a tit that just aches to be sucked."
He pulled her down next to him and soon her negligee was off and their naked bodies merged.
"I'll bet you're a good athlete," he said.
"My boobs usually get in the way."
He touched her in a way that turned her pussy to jelly. Dave hadn't touched her like that in ages and Jeff was too young to know about subtleties.
"Please, don't rush so," she said, jumping up and crouching before him. "We're not children. Let's relish each other."
She pulled the sheet back and gazed at his body. He puffed out his chest proudly when she bent down to examine his prick.
"Surprised?" he said.
"Not really. I thought it would be big." He had a lovely thick cock, the shaft heavily veined, his cockhead dark and swollen.
He pumped his ass off the bed and his cock swayed heavily. "Come over here," he said, pulling her down on top of him.
"Yes," she said. "Oh, yes."
She managed to get her negligee off. She tossed it away and crouched over his belly, sniffed his big throbbing prick, his hairy balls. She began lapping, swiping her tongue over his nuts and along his cockshaft. She gradually worked her way to the tip of his prick and then slipped his cockhead inside her mouth.
He groaned as the warmth of her mouth covered the velvety skin of his cock-knob.
Clamping her lips behind the flared rim of his cockhead, she sucked and nibbled and probed his pisshole with her tongue. Then she pulled her mouth off his cock and said, "How many other teachers have you gone to bed with?"
He chuckled. "Do you really want to know?"
"Of course I want to know. That's why I'm asking. How many?"
"Quite a few."
She wasn't irritated by it. On the contrary, for some reason she found the idea thrilling. "Tell me some names."
"Oh, hell, you don't want me to do that."
"Yes, I do. Tell me some names or I'll stop what I'm doing."
The threat of her mouth neglecting his prick was too much for him. "How about Shirley Barnes?"
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Was she any good? What does she like to do?"
He chuckled. He was into the game now. "She likes it in the ass. She likes it hard and fast in the ass."
"She's such a small woman, it's difficult to believe."
Cindy's pussy quivered as she thought of Nick ramming his big cock in and out of Shirley's asshole. Maybe he was lying, she didn't care. It excited the hell out of her to hear him talk about the other teachers.
She sniffed and licked his balls again, and this time she sucked one of his nuts into her mouth and rolled it around over her tongue. Then she did the other one, savoring the taste of his ball-bag. Nick rubbed her head and grunted with approval as he pulled his legs back to give her more room.
Lifting her head, she looked at his crotch, at his twitching cock and bloated nuts and the dark curled hair growing into the crack of his ass.
"Pull your knees all the way back," she said.
"Christ, you're something. How's that? Is that what you want?"
Now she could see his asshole, the dark puckered grommet ringed by dark hair, the hole neat and tidy and irresistible. Swooping down, she kissed the tender flesh between his balls and his asshole and then began circling her tongue over his asshole with a light fluttering touch.
He cursed and rocked his ass and tried to pull her mouth more firmly against his bunghole, but she giggled and pulled away. "Hands off," she said, "It's me who's doing the sucking."
Moving her mouth back to his cock, she held his prick with both hands and began a vigorous sucking and lapping of his cockhead. She brought him up to the threshold of coming and then she dropped his prick out of her mouth.
"Now you do me," she said, rolling away from him and stretching out on her back.
He hurried to get between her upraised thighs, to get his mouth in her cunt bush. She ran her fingers through his hair as he started eating her pussy. He was good. No wonder he had an easy way with all the women teachers. He knew how to suck a pussy. No rush, his soft tongue lapping, his teeth nibbling, an occasional stiffening of his tongue to probe the inside of her cunthole. God, how she loved having a warm tongue sliding in and out of her fuckhole!
Then he made her roll over on her belly and he went to town on her ass. He kissed and nibbled her asscheeks, gradually worked his mouth into her asscrack, and then she groaned loudly as he pulled her asscheeks apart and fastened his lips on her asshole.
He sucked her ass until he had her trembling and mewling with pleasure. Then he rolled her over again and clamped his mouth on her cunt and chewed and lapped her clit until she exploded.
Hot cuntcream gushed out of her pussy to wet his face.
"You come hard," he said with a chuckle.
"Fuck me now. Stick it in and fuck me."
"How do you like it?"
"Any way you want."
"No, you tell me how you like it."
"Oh, God. All right, I like it from behind. I'll kneel on all fours and you get behind me and ram it in. Stick your big fat prick in my pussy from behind."
He did just that. She started coming as soon as she felt his thick cock sliding inside her overheated cunt. Then he grabbed her hips and began pounding her ass and soon she was on the road to oblivion.
After he left she stayed in bed and thought about him. He was an intelligent man and yet he was also very sexual. Why couldn't Dave be more like that? Why did some men have strong sex drives while others found sex a bother?
At five o'clock she finally arose and put the sofa-bed back in order. She dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt and went downstairs to start dinner.
She was totally surprised when the doorbell rang and she found Jeff in the doorway. "What are you doing here?" she said.
The redheaded teenager stared at her solemnly. "I forgot one of my books Saturday."
She told him to go into the den to find it and she began washing vegetables for dinner. There was a strange expression in the boy's eyes. He almost looked as if he knew Nick had been there only a short time before. Yes, Jeff had the look of a jealous man. When he returned to the kitchen, she opened the door. "See you in school," she said.
The boy didn't move. He took a deep breath and his face drained of color.
"I saw you and Mr. Patterson," he said.
"You what? I don't think I understand what you're saying."
"I saw you get into his car and I followed you on my bike. He just left. What were you doing with him?" His jaw was set defiantly, but he looked petrified.
Cindy took a moment to think. The child was acting like a jealous husband. On the one hand she was flattered. On the other hand she had no intention of letting a teenage boy dictate to her.
"I'll tell my Mom what we do here," Jeff blurted out.
Cindy's heart pounded. "Now, why do you want to do that?" she said, taking his hand and placing it on one of her tits.
He weakened. She could see it in his eyes. Lifting her tee-shirt, she held her tit in one hand and offered her nipple to his mouth.
"I missed your mouth," she said with a smile. "No one does it better than you. Go on, darling, suck it."
He closed his lips over the point of her tit, and then he opened his mouth wide and filled his face with her titflesh.
She hadn't been lying about his sucking. He was always so hungry when he sucked her tits, the pleasure it gave her was immense.
She let him work on her tits awhile, and then she convinced him to undress. There was no more talk of Nick Patterson. All Jeff cared about now was her body.
She remembered what she'd done to Nick and she had a sudden yen to do it to Jeff also. Oh, yes, she thought, I'm going to eat his ass.
He giggled when she ran her fingers into his asscrack and found his asshole. She kissed his cock and balls and then she made him turn around and bend over so she could get at his ass.
His voice cracked. "Oh, Jesus... "
"I'm going to make you feel good."
A moment later she pressed her face between his asscheeks and probed his tight little bunghole with her tongue.
After that she blew him twice, sucked the jism out of his balls until he was drained and exhausted. Then she made him promise he would keep their secret and she sent him home.
She had a lot to think about. She had better be more circumspect in the future. She had a reputation to uphold. She was a teacher.
As she finished fixing dinner, she decided to tell the principal at the school that she was ending the assignment. She needed some time off to think. And she'd phone Jeff's mother and cancel the tutoring.
She thought with regret about Nick. He was a good lover, but there were others. She'd been working too hard anyway. She was tired. And there was also the fatigue that always followed deceit. Yes, she'd stay home for a while and just pamper herself.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cindy rolled over and reached for Dave's prick.
"Let go," he mumbled sleepily.
"Let me play with it," she said.
It had been two weeks since she'd quit her job. And two weeks that she'd been celibate. Even on Saturday night Dave was too tired to make love. And she was horny. Very, very horny.
Now she squeezed his dick and caressed his balls. She gazed at the clock. They had a half hour before Dave had to get up and dress for the office. She had to stand up for her rights. She was entitled to sex and she vowed to get it.
"That's not going to do you any good," Dave yawned as she pumped his limp prick.
"Why?" she said. "We haven't made love in weeks."
He scratched his chest. "Since when do you keep track?"
"Oh, what's the difference? I'm horny. What's so wrong with a wife wanting her husband to make love to her?"
He squinted at the clock. "You've got ten minutes."
"It's better than nothing," she muttered under her breath.
She managed to make his cock semi-hard with her hand, and then she leaned over and slurped his prick into her mouth to suck.
One thing about sucking a cock, if a woman liked doing it, it didn't matter much whether the man was sleeping or awake. She liked hearing a man groan when she sucked his dick, but having the cockflesh in her mouth was enough.
She still wanted to get fucked. She was determined to have Dave's cock in her pussy this morning. He had a lot of nerve stonewalling her the way he did. He acted as if he was doing her a favor. No matter how much she loved having his prick in her mouth, it was no favor at all.
His cock had a morning taste, a slightly salty flavor that she liked. She rubbed her lips over his cockhead and tongued the slit of his pisshole. He was getting hard now, his cockshaft thickening in her hand. He had such a nice cock, it was a pity she couldn't get more fucking out of him.
Finally she pulled her mouth off his prick and looked down at it. "You're ready now," she said.
"It's your show, honey. Climb on if you want to, but for chrissake hurry up so I can get to work."
She felt like hitting him, but instead she straddled his body, squatted over his hard cock and brought his cockhead to the mouth of her cunthole. With a sigh, she eased her body down and let her pussy gobble up his prick.
His cock felt good in her cunt, the way it always did. She remembered Nick's lusty prick but Dave's cock was really just as good. She liked to feel it all the way in there, and by twisting her body in the right way she could get the deep feeling in addition to some action on her clit.
She humped her ass, fucking him with a regular rhythm now. Her tits swung back and forth over his face as she screwed her hips and pulled at his dick with her cunt muscles.
She brought him off finally, milking his cock with her pussy until he shot his load. She watched his face, watched his eyes roll up and heard the groans coming out of his throat, but she didn't get hers. Not today. He got his but she didn't get hers.
You dumb bastard, she thought. But she said nothing to him. She let him think she was fine and accepted his kiss on her cheek and curled up alone as he slipped out of bed.
Later, when Dave left for the office, she dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. She had an appointment with her doctor today. She'd been feeling fatigued and lacked energy. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Two years had passed since her last complete physical.
She thought about Dr. Brown and what a nice, understanding man he was. He'd been her family's doctor for years. Before her marriage he had examined her and pronounced her a perfect female specimen.
Maybe she could talk to him about her problems with Dave. It would be embarrassing, but doctors were used to hearing all sorts of things.
Because she hadn't seen Jeff Dennison for weeks, she deliberately drove by the school on her way to the doctor's office. It was lunch hour and the school yard was filled with youngsters. Every time she saw a redheaded boy, her heart raced. But Jeff was nowhere in sight and she drove off to her appointment.
She remembered her conversation with the principal when she told him she wanted to end the assignment. He'd been sorry to lose her, but told her that any time she was ready to go back to work he was sure he'd find a place for her. She appreciated his concern when she told him she'd been working too hard. He'd patted her ass when she left his office. She couldn't quite figure out of he was being fatherly or flirtatious. In any case, it no longer mattered. She had no intention of returning to his school.
Now she pulled into the parking lot of the medical building and parked her car. As she swung down the hall to Dr. Brown's office, she felt a squishing in her pussy. She was hornier than ever. Forcing Dave to make love this morning had been a mistake. He'd been satisfied but she hadn't.
As usual she had to wait to see Dr. Brown. His nurse was friendly and offered her coffee and a magazine as she waited with two other women.
She tapped her foot impatiently as the nurse called the other women into examining rooms. Maybe I have some fatal disease, she thought. Maybe that's why I'm so restless and jumpy lately.
She knew it was plain old horniness that was causing her discomfort. She would tell Dr. Brown about it, without going into detail. She had to talk to someone or she'd lose her mind.
When Dr. Brown was finally ready to see her, he sat down opposite her in his office and smiled benignly. He glanced down at her medical record and made a few notations.
"What brings you here, Cindy?" he said. "You look well and I assume you see your gynecologist annually." His eyes danced. "Not that I'm not glad to see you. How long has it been since I've been seeing you? Ten, fifteen years."
"Ever since the pediatrician told Mom my breasts were getting too big for him to keep taking care of me." She giggled as she spoke. She had no trouble being honest with Dr. Brown.
The doctor's face split in a grin. "Well, in here having big breasts is no hindrance. I must tell you the truth, I've always been partial to big breasts."
He continued glancing at her medical record. Cindy shifted around on the chair. She felt better already. Just knowing that she had someone to talk to was reassuring.
"Now, then," the doctor said more briskly. "Enough of that. What seems to be the problem?"
Cindy stiffened, sitting up straight in her chair and feeling her cheeks grow warm. Could she actually talk to him about sex? Now that he was questioning her she felt too inhibited to confide in him.
"I'm not sure where to begin," she said haltingly.
Dr. Brown sat forward, his hands folded on the desk top. "Does it have to do with sex?" His dark eyes pierced into hers.
She nodded, her eyes down on her lap. She twisted her wedding ring around her finger. "It's very hard to talk about," she whispered.
"Is it too much or too little?" he said gently.
She fought back tears. "How... how did you know?" Her lower Up quavered.
"Do you think you're so unusual in this big crazy world of ours?"
"I guess not," she said, licking her lips. "Well, in my case it's not enough." She smiled. "I think it would be easier to talk about if it was the reverse. For some reason I feel like a slut or something, needing more."
He cleared his throat. "There's no need to feel like a slut," he said.
"Oh, I know, Dr. Brown," she said in a rush of words. "It's just that women aren't supposed to be aggressive sexually, are they?"
"There are no rules." He leaned back in his chair. "How is it when you do make love?"
She lowered her lashes. "Okay, I guess."
He cocked an eyebrow. "The truth now."
"It's not very satisfying for me," she whispered softly.
"So it's the same old story," he said, rising up. He walked around his desk and took her hand. "Come with me to the examination room. I'll check you out while we talk."
When they entered the small room, he proceeded to question her. She waited for him to leave so she could undress and slip into the hospital gown provided by the nurse.
"Go on and take your clothes off," he said. "Saves time if we talk while you undress."
She felt self-conscious, but proceeded to undress.
"I take it you're orgasmic?" he said as Cindy awkwardly stepped out of her skirt.
"Why, yes, I think I am," she said, blushing. She pulled her sweater over her head and tried to cover her tits while she removed her bra.
"Don't be modest," Dr. Brown said. He took the gown from her hand and watched her as she hesitantly unhooked her bra. "I've seen it all before. Where were we? Oh, yes, you have no trouble achieving orgasm?"
She struggled to hide her nakedness as she removed her clothes and slipped into the robe. "No, not when a man gives me time."
She climbed onto the examining table and he raised an eyebrow, "A man?" he said. "I notice you don't say 'Dave' or 'my husband.' " Cindy lowered her eyes. "Oh, Dr. Brown, maybe we ought not to talk about it."
He lifted her chin up and the kindness and understanding in his eyes gave her courage. "There's nothing you can't talk to me about.
You know that, don't you?"
She blurted everything out. She told him that Dave wasn't as interested in sex as she and how she'd cheated on him.
"The boy was a student!" she hissed.
He nodded sympathetically. "You have to fill your needs where you can," he said.
"Dr. Brown, do you think maybe there's something wrong with me? Maybe I'm oversexed."
"There's only one way to find out. Scoot down and put your feet in the stirrups. I'll give you a pelvic exam."
"Oh, my gynecologist does that."
"It can't hurt for me to examine you there," he said. "Unless, of course, you'd rather talk to someone else about your problems."
"Oh, no, I want to talk to you about it."
He shrugged. "Then let's have a look."
It was soon obvious that he intended more than just looking. She expected it. He was acting different than he'd ever acted with her before and she expected this would not be an ordinary visit to the doctor.
She wanted it. If his idea was to have sex with her right here in his office, she was all for it. He turned her on. She couldn't help wondering what he was like as a fuck, what his cock and balls looked like and whether he was circumcised.
Now he smiled at her as he ran his hands over the insides of her thighs and she knew she was right about what he wanted.
"You're very attractive," he said.
"Oh, you see so many beautiful women here, how can you possibly say that?"
"I'm saying it because it's true." He looked directly at her cunt, his eyes drinking her in. She couldn't see herself, but she knew she was wet and open, her pussy unfurled for him. He nodded, as if to confirm something, and said, "And this is attractive, too. Very much so."
The first touch of his fingers on her cunt brought a moan out of her throat. Their eyes met and she blushed. "I'm sorry," she said.
"What for? Just relax."
"I don't think I can, I'm too excited."
"Do you want me to bring you off?"
"Well... "
"Say it if you do."
"All right, yes, I want it. Make me come."
She hardly felt his fingers at first. He stroked her cuntlips, teased her until she thought she'd go crazy. Then he fingered the mouth of her cunthole, first with one finger and then with two, and after that he slowly pushed his fingers inside her cunt and screwed them around until he had her trembling with need.
She groaned and whimpered as begged him to rub her clit, and then finally his fingertips moved to the shaft of her clit and at the first touch she exploded and came.
His fingers worked at her pussy again before she had a chance to regain control of herself. This time he tickled her asshole while he had two fingers in her cunt, and then after a while she quivered with pleasure as his finger pushed inside her shitter.
"Sensitive here?"
"Oh, God, yes," she said. "I think I'm going to come again."
"Go on, then."
"But what about you?"
"We'll take care of me afterward."
She heaved her crotch at his hand. He had fingers in her asshole and cunthole and now he began stroking his fingers in and out of both holes at the same time. It was too much for her. She quivered and cried out and fucked her cunt and ass at his fingers, and then at last her cunt spasmed and a flood of cuntjuice gushed over his hand.
She thought he would fuck her then, but instead of that he lowered his head and started sucking her juice-drenched cunthole. The feel of his lips and tongue slurping at her cuntflesh made her wild again and she soon had another orgasm.
"I love a wet cunt," he said, looking at her with his face glistening with her juices.
"I wish my husband did. I guess your wife is lucky."
"My wife and I appreciate each other."
"Let me do something for you."
"All right." He smiled at her and came around the table to stand near her head. She watched him as he unzipped his fly and hauled his cock out.
He had a short circumcised cock with a fat, delicious-looking cockhead. She opened her lips and he quickly stepped forward to fill her mouth with his cockmeat.
It was good. His cock was warm and fat and throbbing in her mouth and she eagerly took all of it until she had his cock-knob in her throat.
She clamped her throat muscles around his cockhead and milked his prick. Before long, he groaned and started coming, his hips jerking, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as the hot spunk gushed out of his pisshole. She swallowed the entire load, pulling it out of his prick by applying suction to his cockhead, and then at the end she kept her mouth open while he squeezed the last drops out with his fingers.
"Now that's the way to suck," he said with a smile. "I've never had it done better than that."
Later, when she was dressed, they talked again. "If you'd like I can see you again next week at the same time," he said.
She beamed at him. "Oh, yes, I'd like that."
Driving home she thought about Dr. Brown and his talented fingers and mouth. What a lovely surprise! Maybe next time she'd get him to fuck her. The world was full of men who loved pussy and loved fucking. All a girl had to do was look for them.
CHAPTER FIVE
"My brother Phil was the first one to show me how boys shot off," Cindy said. She sat beside Dr. Brown on the small sofa in his office as they talked. "I think he did things to me, but I'm not sure any more what's fantasy and what's reality about those years."
She had been seeing Dr. Brown weekly and they always talked before they made love. When the doctor was in medical school, he had considered going into psychiatry, so he had considerable knowledge about the discipline. Now Cindy was grateful for his expertise. She was learning so much about herself. She was constantly amazed at how much she'd suppressed.
"Keep talking," Dr. Brown said now. "Tell me about the first time you had a sexual encounter with your brother."
Cindy took a deep breath. "It was after my best friend had told me about her own experience with her older brother."
"Yes, go on."
"She told me her brother had climbed into bed with her and made her touch his cock. It was very hard and swollen and he made her pump it until he came." Cindy cleared her throat and smiled. "I made her tell me about it over and over. I was fascinated."
"Had you ever watched your brothers jerk off at that point?"
"Yes, but I hadn't ever touched them."
"But you wanted to."
"Yes, I wanted to."
"Spread your legs for me now and let me see your cunt while you talk."
With a self-conscious smile, the horny wife raised her skirt and spread her legs. She wore no panties. Dr. Brown always told her to remove them when she entered his office.
"Rest a leg on the arm of the chair," he said.
She raised one thigh and draped it over the arm of the chair. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her pussy gaped open.
"Isn't it hard for you to concentrate on what I'm saying when I'm sitting like this?" she said.
Dr. Brown beamed. "Not at all. It helps me. There's nothing prettier than the sight of a nice healthy pussy."
Cindy blushed. "Shall I go on?"
"Please do."
Suddenly a memory occurred to her. "Something's coming back to me," she said. "Something I've tried to forget for years."
He sat forward. "Bring it out. Talk."
"One night after that time I talked to my girlfriend, my brother Phil came into my room.
"Yes, yes, go on." Dr. Brown's eyes stayed glued to her cunt while she spoke.
"Well, I was in bed, I remember that, and it was warm and we didn't have air conditioning so I pushed the covers off."
* * *
Phil had startled her when he entered her room. When he dropped to his knees on the edge of the bed, she sat up.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed.
"Ssshhh," he said. "I want to show you something."
The young girl shivered with excitement as she stared at her brother's meaty prick. "You've got a hard-on."
"Yeah, and I'm going to let you jerk me off," the boy said.
"Honest, can I?" she squealed, quickly placing her hand over his cockhead.
"Take it easy, Sis. You've got to treat it gently."
The excited young girl lightly traced her fingers along the entire length of his fuckpole. "Am I doing it right?" she said.
"Yeah, that's pretty good."
Cindy thrilled to the touch of his warm, stiffening meat. It felt good to be able to make it big and hard. Oh, yes, she felt powerful and important.
"You can do it a little harder," Phil said, guiding her fingers on his dick. "Like that."
By now his cock had lifted up from between his legs. It amazed the teenage girl and she wrapped her fist around its bulk.
"Move just the skin," the boy said.
She moved his cockskin over his taut shaft. "Like this?"
"Yeah, that's good. That feels good."
His cock became even stiffer and soon rose up to point at the ceiling. "You're not going to shoot off yet, are you?" she said.
"Naw, I like to jerk off a long time."
The excited girl could barely restrain her excitement. Her little cunt creamed as she stroked her brother's dick. She began pumping more vigorously, forgetting his admonition. Since he didn't stop her now, his cock strained skyward and her fist flew back and forth the length of it.
At intervals he gasped, but she kept pumping.
"Oh, Jesus, that's good," he groaned.
"Are you going to come?"
"Yeah, pretty quick now. Just keep pumping it, just like that."
She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. She trembled with excitement. She kept her eyes fixed on the swollen knob of his cock. Each stroke of her hand half covered his cockhead with his foreskin. His cock was like a throbbing animal in her hand, his pisshole a tiny mouth. Then he suddenly made a gargling sound and his pisshole gaped open and a wad of thick white jism foamed out. The next moment the first spurt shot out of his cock and arced high in the air. Then after that another spurt and another, thick wads of hot spunk tossed into the air by his spitting cock.
She loved it. It was the first time she'd ever seen a prick shoot a load of cum and it was glorious. And her brother's prick at that!
After he finished coming, he collapsed on top of her. "Did it feel good?" she said.
"Yeah, it felt great," he breathed.
"I liked it too."
He lifted his head. "You won't tell Mom, will you?"
"Of course not." After a moment she giggled. "Can I do it again?"
The boy stretched out on his back, his hands folded on his chest. "Sure, go ahead."
Once again she closed her hand around his cockshaft. He was still half-hard. She loved the feel of his cockmeat in her hand. She stroked him gently, instinctively knowing his prick was tender now.
His cockhead had some of his jism on it and she had a sudden desire to taste it. Lowering her head, she extended her tongue and wiped off the drop of spunk, carried it to her mouth.
His cum had a tangy taste, a sharp metallic flavor. She decided she liked it. It was something different. She knew girls who said they were crazy about it and now she understood why.
Then she yielded to the urge and lowered her head again and sucked all of his cockhead between her lips.
Her brother groaned and urged her on. "Oh, yeah, Sis, suck it! Suck my prick!"
She kept the fingers of one hand curled around his thick cockshaft as she sucked on his cockhead.
His cock was hard now, completely stiff, a rock-like column of warm flesh. She could feel the throbbing of his blood. She loved the silky feel of his cockskin as it slid easily over the hard muscle of his prick.
The bulb of his cockhead filled her mouth and it felt wonderful. She gorged herself on it, rolled her tongue over his warm cockmeat and sucked at his pisshole.
She found his balls with one hand and jiggled them with her fingers. She sucked his cock-knob as if it was a pacifier. She kept the hand holding his cock moving up and down his cockshaft, pumping his prick, milking it, urging his jism to come out and flood her mouth.
Finally he came. She kept his cockhead firmly inside her mouth all the while, gulping and swallowing and rolling her tongue over his spurting pisshole. She drained her brother's prick until he had nothing left. Her very first blowjob and she loved every moment of it.
* * *
Now she shifted around in her chair and gazed into Dr. Brown's eyes. "For years I pretended that never happened," she said.
"The mind is a remarkable thing," he said. It makes us forget what gives us pain and sometimes even pleasure. In your case it was a combination of pleasure and guilt so you repressed it all."
She glanced down at her cunt. "I'm all wet," she said apologetically.
He rose up and moved around the desk. "Let's take a break," he said. "You can tell me more about your sexual escapades with your brother afterward."
He came to stand in front of her and they smiled at each other. She knew what he wanted her to do. She gazed at his crotch, at the bulge of his cock and balls. Her blood racing, she ran her fingertips over his fly, found the tab of his zipper and pulled it down.
Looking up at him, she said, "Aren't you going to fuck me today?"
"Later on."
"Do you want me to suck you all the way?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yes, but I want you to fuck me, too."
"All right, then we'll do both."
When she brought his cock out, she found it was exceptionally stiff and swollen. He explained that he hadn't shot off in a few days.
"You'll have a nice load, then," she said.
"Hold it in your mouth before you swallow it. Let me see it on your tongue."
She quivered at the lewdness of his request. He wanted to see her mouth filled with his jism. The more she thought about showing it to him, the more excited she became.
There was no need to dally. As soon as she had his cock in her mouth, she began pumping his cockshaft to bring him off.
Still, he took a long time to come. He had such amazing control of his prick, sometimes she thought he could come any time he wanted to. Once again she told herself his wife was a lucky woman. How lovely it would be to have a man with a prick like this in the house.
When he finally shot his load in her mouth, she remembered not to swallow it. She gathered all of it on her tongue and then she opened her mouth to show him his wad of spunk.
He smiled down at her. "Very nice," he said. "Go on, swallow it now."
Her eyes still locked with his, she closed her lips and swallowed his thick load of cock-slime.
After that Dr. Brown put his cock away and made her talk about her brothers again. This time she told him about the first time she jerked off her younger brother Tommy. She sat there with her legs apart and her cunt gaping and told Dr. Brown all about it. "I remember staring at him," she said. "He looked funny. Sort of crazy, almost. I remember he was drooling. But with it all I felt my power over him. My power over all men. It was the first time I felt it. I'd forgotten all about it all these years. That feeling of power."
"Please, don't stop, Sis!" Tommy had hissed when his cock slipped from her grasp. "Aw, shit, Sis, keep pumping!"
"I won't stop," she said. "I won't stop until you tell me to."
He sobbed as she stroked him. He lurched around on the bed as her fingers teased him.
"I'm so horny," she breathed as she jerked his dick. "Oh, Tommy, my pussy's so wet!"
"Keep talking," Dr. Brown said.
She remembered how her cunt had exploded in a climax when Tommy's thick jism shot out of his dick and splashed against her cheek. She was unprepared when his next shot hit her in the mouth, but she licked her lips clean and relished the taste.
"Do you still have dreams about your brother?" Dr. Brown said now.
Cindy thrust two fingers deep inside her cunt. "Yes, sometimes when I masturbate."
"Masturbate for me now," he said. "I like watching you. Make yourself come."
She leaned back and closed her eyes. She was no longer bashful doing it in front of him. It excited her to have him looking right up her cunthole while she brought herself off. She couldn't imagine doing it in front of Dave like this. He's never ask for it and even if he did she doubted she'd have the guts to do it.
But with Dr. Brown it was different. She could do anything with him. She would do anything he wanted her to do. If he asked her to suck his asshole, she would do that too. And no doubt get off on it. She thought about his big cock and hairy balls and she pictured his muscular ass pumping as he fucked her.
Working two fingers in her cunthole, she massaged the shaft of her clit with her thumb and quickly brought herself to the brink of an orgasm.
Then she came in a rush, her cunt spasming around her fingers. She brought herself off twice. At the end, Dr. Brown came around his desk again, and this time he went down on his knees and buried his mouth in her juice-drenched gash.
"I love licking a come-filled pussy," he said.
Cindy rocked her ass back and forth and guided his lips and tongue. Every session with Dr. Brown brought new surprises and wonderful orgasms. Despite that she knew it couldn't last. She couldn't return week after week and expect him to fill all her sexual fantasies.
"Oh, Dr. Brown!" she wailed as a gut-wrenching orgasm seized her.
After that he made her leave the chair and move to the sofa. She lay stretched out on her back and watched him undress. His cock was hard again, his balls swollen. She wanted him to climb on top of her and fuck her, but he told her to get on her knees so he could fuck her from behind.
"Oh, yes!" she groaned. "I want that." She quickly positioned herself with her face hanging over the back of the sofa.
She felt so wanton and vulnerable like this. Reaching back with her hands, she pulled her cunt open.
Dr. Brown chuckled and knelt down to suck her pussy from behind a few moments. He screwed his tongue inside her cunthole, slurping it in and out as he sucked her juices into his mouth.
Finally he was on his feet again, the knob of his cock rubbing against her cuntlips and then at last drilling inside the hungry mouth of her pussy.
He gave her a hard fuck, his cock ramming in and out of her cunt like a pile-driver. She lost track of how many times she came, and when he finally shot his load deep inside her spasming cunt she came once again.
They remained locked together awhile, his cock twitching inside her fucked-out cunthole. He rubbed his limp prick and balls against her torrid gash and moved his hands over her asscheeks.
"Oh, Dr. Brown, that feels good," she sighed.
"Next time I'll take you places you never dreamed existed," he said.
She didn't have the heart to tell him she might not come back. Besides, his cock was stirring against her belly. Maybe he would fuck her again before their session was over.
When Dr. Brown's nurse finally knocked on the door and told him his next patient was waiting, he rose up and began dressing.
"Uh, Cindy, next week I may have a colleague sit in on our session," he said. "Would you agree to that? For research, of course."
"You mean have someone watch us?" she said.
"Or join in if she chooses."
Cindy whirled around to face him. "She? You mean a woman?"
Dr. Brown buckled his belt and smoothed his hair. "Why, yes," he said. "You wouldn't object to that, would you?"
"I'll have to think about it," Cindy said. "I might not be able to continue with these sessions anyway. I'll call you, Dr. Brown."
She rushed out of the office before he had a chance to answer. When she climbed into her car, she leaned against the steering wheel and gathered her thoughts. Another woman! Who does he think I am? Well, who am I? she thought. Who am I?
CHAPTER SIX
"Are you a psychiatrist?" Cindy said to the glamorous blonde.
Despite her initial reaction, Cindy had telephoned Dr. Brown the day after their last session and agreed to the presence of a female colleague the following week.
Now she sat side by side with the young woman as they sipped wine and exchanged -pleasantries.
"No, but I'm doing post-graduate work in psychology," the stunning blonde said.
"Dr. Brown told me you might join us," Cindy said nervously.
"Yes," Pam Rogers said. "Does that thought make you uncomfortable?"
"To be honest, yes."
"I take it you've never been with a woman before?"
"No, I haven't."
Pam smiled and refilled their glasses. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."
"How long have you known Dr. Brown."
"About a year. He taught a course I took and we became friendly."
"He's been my doctor since I was a kid."
Pam smiled seductively. "So he tells me. What were you like at that age?"
"I guess like most girls that age. Curious and bratty."
"I know what you mean. I was curious too. Except that my mother was a lesbian and that made my childhood different."
"Your mother was a lesbian? How awful."
Pam laughed softly. "Not really. It was rather nice. I always had two mothers around to fuss over me."
"Did your mother live with another woman?"
"For years."
"Where was your father?"
"Oh, I saw him too. And still do. But I was raised in an all-female household."
Cindy's head ached. She wanted to ask Pam if she was a lesbian too, but she restrained herself.
"I'll bet you want to know if I'm a lesbian," the lush blonde smiled.
Cindy colored. "Are you?"
"Not at all," Pam said brusquely. "I'm all woman."
Cindy breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad." Pam glanced up sharply. "Whatever for?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm just glad you're normal."
"What's normal?" Pam's eyes pierced into Cindy's.
"Normal is... I don't know... being a woman who likes men, I guess."
"Does it really make that much difference what people do in private?"
"I guess not," Cindy said in a small voice.
"So we have to define our terms when we talk about normalcy," Pam said with finality. "Now if you're glad I'm not a lesbian because you'd feel threatened by me if I was a lesbian, that's perfectly understandable."
"You're confusing me," Cindy said, sipping her wine.
"I don't mean to," the blonde said, placing her hand on Cindy's knee.
Cindy glanced toward the door. "I wonder where Dr. Brown is?"
"He's giving us time to become acquainted."
"What did he tell you about me?"
"That you're lovely, which you are." Cindy was vaguely disappointed. "Is that all?"
"And that you're intelligent and vital and that I'd like you, which I do."
Cindy grinned. "I guess I asked for that, but thanks."
Pam draped her arm casually around Cindy's shoulder. "I like you a lot," she said, lightly fingering Cindy's long mane of hair.
"I like you too," Cindy said. "I didn't think I would, but I do."
"Why didn't you think you would?"
"I guess I expected someone older. You know, with thick glasses and thick ankles and no makeup. You know the type."
"Yes, we academics come to expect that people will have preconceived notions about us."
"You're so young too," Cindy said. "Why, I bet you're my age."
"Probably," Pam said thoughtfully. "Why are you talking so much?"
"I guess because I'm nervous."
"Still think I'm going to bite you?" When she smiled, her perfect teeth glistened.
"No," Cindy said in a small voice.
"Dr. Brown is an interesting man," Pam said, stroking Cindy's knee. She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "And quite a cocksman, isn't he?"
Cindy gulped. "Yes, he's a very good lover."
"The best," Pam said firmly. "Believe me, I've fucked plenty of men and Dr. Brown's cock is one of the most talented I've had inside me."
After four glasses of wine, Cindy's speech was slurred. "I guess you know I'm married."
"Who isn't?" Pam giggled huskily. She refilled their glasses. "My husband is a good friend of Dr. Brown's too."
"Does he know about you and--"
"Does he know Dr. Brown and I fuck? Of course. We have no secrets from one another. We have a totally open marriage. Care for more wine?" She poured more wine into Cindy's glass without waiting for an answer.
"I'm a little drunk now," Cindy said.
Pam stared at Cindy's tits. "You've got lovely tits," she said. "I gather your husband and you don't share outside sex."
Cindy glanced down at her chest. Her nipples pressed tautly against the silk of her blouse. "No, of course not."
"Why not?" Pam said. "Or should I say, I guess that's your problem."
"I guess so. I assumed Dr. Brown told you all about me."
"He didn't mention your husband. He assumed I'd want to talk to you myself. I'd like to make love to you, Cindy,' she said in a low voice.
"Did I hear you correctly?" Cindy said. She giggled nervously. "You said before you weren't a lesbian."
Pam pressed closer, her hand traveling from Cindy's knee to her thigh. "I'm not," she said.
She caressed Cindy's thigh with one hand and used her other hand to fondle Cindy's neck and ear. Cindy closed her eyes and sighed.
"I think I understand," she whispered.
"Does my hand feel good on your thigh?"
"Yes, it feels good."
"I'd love to lick your pussy," the blonde said.
Cindy quivered. She closed her eyes as if to block out Pam's voice. "Oh, God," she moaned.
"It's quite wonderful to make it with another woman," Pam said. "If you let yourself go it can be a heady experience."
"It frightens me," Cindy whispered weakly.
"I don't know whether to believe you or not."
"It does frighten me. I wouldn't lie about that."
"I think I can promise you, you'll like it."
Cindy took a deep breath and suddenly the humor of the situation occurred to her and she giggled.
"What's so funny?" Pam said.
"I just thought of Dr. Brown," Cindy said. "He wanted you here to watch us or participate with us. And now you want to make it with me alone."
"It is funny, isn't it?" Pam said, touching her fingertips to Cindy's tits.
And then Pam leaned toward Cindy and suddenly their mouths were fused. Pam nibbled and sucked on Cindy's lips and thrust her tongue between Cindy's teeth. Cindy soon found her own tongue fluttering against Pam's. It was a lovely feminine kiss, passionate and at the same time tender, the sort of kiss it was always difficult to get from a man.
After that Pam's hands molded Cindy's tits through her blouse. When the blonde said she wanted to undress Cindy, the young wife found it impossible to refuse. She felt so warm and comfortable with Pam and there was no doubt that she was turned on. It was something she hadn't known about herself, this quick response to the touch of another woman. Pam's touch made her tremble with excitement.
Although not more that a year or two older than Cindy, Pam was an expert when it came to having her way with novices like this one. She undressed Cindy slowly, first peeling her blouse and bra off to get at her heavy tits.
"I knew they'd be lovely," Pam said with a smile, her fingertips tracing light circles over Cindy's fat nipples. "Sometimes tits as big as these are much too soft. But yours aren't."
Cindy blushed, her eyes on Pam's fingers. "I wish they wouldn't droop."
"They don't droop, they're just heavy enough to show their weight. Delicious tits." Pam's fingers probed under Cindy's tits as she lifted the brunette's tit.
Cindy allowed herself to be pulled to her feet as Pam continued undressing her. It felt so strange to be standing there completely passive while another woman undressed her.
When Cindy was down to her garter belt and nylons and shoes, Pam left her like that. The blonde moved in, pressed her still-clothed boy against Cindy's and ran her hands over Cindy's hips.
With one hand fondling Cindy's ass, Pam delved between Cindy's thighs to rub the hairy flanges of her pussy.
When Cindy hesitated, Pam kissed her. As their tongues once again tangled, Pam cleverly worked her fingers inside the brunette's juice-drenched cunthole.
"You're sopping," Pam chuckled.
"I'm embarrassed."
"Don't be silly. I'm going to lick it all up. I want you to make lots and lots of cream for me."
And the next moment Pam was on her knees with her mouth pressed against Cindy's oozing cunt.
Cindy groaned and moved her legs apart to give the blonde more room.
Pam's tongue was like a determined snake, probing and fluttering between Cindy's cuntlips and then finally slithering inside her cunthole to find the source of the river of cuntjuice.
Cindy had always thought she needed direct contact with her clit in order to come, but Pam showed her a hot tongue in her cunthole could be just as good.
She's wiping me out, Cindy thought. She kept her eyes fixed on Pam's blonde head and slowly rocked her pussy back and forth against Pam's face.
When Pam finally rose up again, her smiling lips were covered with Cindy's juices. "You're tasty. And you put out a gallon of juice. That's exciting."
Cindy blushed. "I don't have much experience at this."
"Having fun so far?"
"Yes."
Pam undressed. She made Cindy stand apart and watch her. She peeled off her clothes seductively, knowing that Cindy was aroused now, confident that Cindy would be turned on by her sleek body.
Pam's tits were like hard little apples, her nipples almost an inch long and now stiffly pointed.
Her pussy was completely shaved. A quiver of lust ran through Cindy as she gazed at the blonde's hairless cunt. Pam saw the look and smiled. Using her fingers, she opened her bald cunt to show Cindy her fat oversized clit. "Big enough?"
"It's huge," Cindy said huskily. "I didn't know--"
"I want you to suck it. Will you do that for me?"
Cindy groaned and moved to the blonde. She ran her hands over Pam's hard little tits and then bent her head to suck one of the blonde's long nipples.
Pam closed her eyes and mewled with pleasure, but soon her hands were pushing at Cindy's head. She was impatient to get Cindy's mouth on her cunt. She understood Cindy well enough to know that once she leaked a bit of cuntjuice into Cindy's mouth the brunette would be completely hers.
As it turned out, Cindy was as eager to suck Pam's pussy as Pam expected. The brunette was like a child who had just discovered ice cream. She crouched before Pam with her lips glued to Pam's hairless cunt and her tongue scouring and probing Pam's slimy gash.
"Oh, don't stop, I'm going to make it!" Pam groaned, and the next moment she heaved and shuddered and dropped a load of heavy cunt-cream on Cindy's active tongue. "I think you surprised yourself," Pam said with a chuckle, her fingers stroking Cindy's face after the brunette was standing again.
Cindy shivered with arousal. "I liked it."
"Of course you did. Now you sit down over there and I'm going to suck all the goodies out of your box."
When Dr. Brown finally entered the office, he found them locked in each other's arms on the sofa.
"I see you two have become good friends," he smiled, dropping his pants.
When his pants and shorts were off, he stood before the women. Cindy looked at Pam and Pam nodded gravely. "You go first," the blonde smiled.
The session with Pam had heated Cindy up so that now she almost ravished Dr. Brown's prick. She sat before him on the sofa, one hand cupping his heavy balls while she sucked his meaty cock. Then Pam wanted to get into the action and they had to rearrange themselves. Dr. Brown moved to one end of the sofa and Cindy knelt sideways with her ass in the air. Pam moved behind Cindy to make love to the brunette's ass and cunt from behind.
Cindy found it delicious to have Dr. Brown's cock filling her mouth while Pam tongued her cunt. At intervals Pam's tongue fluttered over Cindy's asshole and drove Cindy wild. Then a moment later the blonde's tongue would once again probe deep inside Cindy's cunthole and Cindy would shudder as she mouthed Dr. Brown's prick.
Pam liked to get a cunt from behind like this because she could get her tongue in deep and do a thorough job of sucking. Cindy seemed to lubricate more than most women and Pam was thrilled at the amount of cunt cream she had to play with.
After a while it was Pam's turn to get at Dr. Brown's cock. She had to pull Cindy away before she brought him off.
"Don't forget me," Pam giggled, licking up and down Dr. Brown's fuck-stick. "Mmmmm, nice cock."
Cindy moved in and managed to get her head between Dr. Brown's thighs and her face turned up so she could suck his balls while Pam worked on his prick. After she had his nuts drip ping with her saliva, Cindy nibbled her way into his hairy asscrack to have a go at his asshole. After all the years she'd know him as her doctor, it seemed so strange to have her tongue in his ass. But then she decided maybe it wasn't strange at all. Maybe what was so strange was that she hadn't done it a long time ago.
Later, Dr. Brown fucked Pam's asshole while Cindy sucked the blonde's cunt. Cindy found it thrilling to have her mouth so close to Dr. Brown's cock while it slid in and out of Pam's obscenely stretched brownie.
And then after that it was Cindy's turn to have Dr. Brown's cock in her ass. When his thick prick was firmly embedded in her shitter, she begged Pam to get in front of her and make her cunt available.
Her eyes glittering, Pam smiled and offered her rear to Cindy. "Do my ass," the blonde said with a sultry voice.
Cindy groaned and swooped down to get her mouth on Pam's recently fucked asshole. As Dr. Brown slowly worked his cock in and out of Cindy's ass, she greedily sucked his jism out of Pam's shitter.
During the next hour Cindy experienced thrills she never knew existed. When they were through and while the women were dressing, they exchanged telephone numbers and made a date for lunch for the following week.
"I never thought it would be so good," Cindy said as they walked to the door together.
"Maybe some day we can get together with our husbands," Pam said.
Cindy groaned. "With Dave? Never."
"You never can tell," Pam said coolly.
"You don't know my husband," Cindy said.
"No, but I know men."
They walked out to the parking lot together. Pam insisted on kissing Cindy goodbye. It wasn't a friendly kiss between two women. It was a passionate kiss between lovers.
Several men walked by and glanced at them strangely. Cindy found she didn't care. One of the things Dr. Brown had taught her was not to care what strangers thought. Still, the thought of Dr. Brown and her ongoing affair with him nagged at her. How long could it go on? When would Dave begin to suspect something?
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Please come into my office," the principal said. "I have some forms for you to fill out before you start."
Cindy stepped across the office and took the papers from the principal's hand. She had returned to work after an absence of six months. She was bored at home and missed being with the youngsters. In the deepest recesses of her mind she knew she missed the boys. She hadn't been fucked by a teenage boy in all those months and she missed it. All her masturbation fantasies were beginning to revolve around teenage boys, their pink lusty cocks, their pissholes gushing gallons of jism.
Now the principal pushed his chair back as he watched her sign the personnel papers. His name was Hal Gordon and he insisted she call him Hal when they were alone.
"This is a good time to talk," he said. "I always like to have a friendly chat with my new teachers."
Cindy had begun rising up, but now she sank back down on her chair. "Of course. Anything you want to know I'll be happy to fill you in."
"You're married, I know, because you're a missus, but do you have any children?"
"Not yet," Cindy said.
"Any plans for a family?"
She thought his questions were a bit personal, but she told herself he was probably just trying to be friendly.
"Of course, some day."
"I've got six," he said.
"How nice for you."
He sat forward and grinned smugly. "People tell me I don't look a day over thirty." Cindy thought he was probably about forty-five. "I would have said about that."
He chuckled and swiveled around in his chair. "You're a very pretty woman," he said. "Very pretty."
"Thank you, Mr. Gordon."
He raised one eyebrow. "Hal."
"Hal."
"Well, you probably want to go along to your class."
Cindy pushed her chair back and began rising up. "Yes, I'm always rather anxious to meet a new class."
"In a moment," he said. "Don't go yet."
He rose up and moved around his desk. He gently pulled her to her feet, started chatting with her about the school. And then once again he was telling her how attractive she was and somehow she found herself responding. He really wasn't her type, but she found herself responding anyway, and when his arm slipped around her waist she moved against him and suddenly they were kissing.
It was crazy. This was her first day on the job and here she was necking with the principal. The kiss became hotter and hotter and it was obvious what he had in mind.
"I've been wanting to do this since the first moment I saw you." His lips crushed hers again and he bent her back so far she almost lost her balance.
She struggled against him and finally shoved him away. She backed up, but hit a chair and fell down.
"I'd better go," she said, rising up, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her against him.
"Not yet," he said, his fingers like steel around her wrists.
"Mr. Gordon... Hal... you'll force me to report you to the school board."
He released her for a moment and she thought she'd frightened him, but he moved quickly and grabbed her again. "Who do you think is the president of the board?" He leered down at her.
"Not you. It's not done."
"Not me. My brother."
She stared at him and tried to gather her thoughts. She had no idea what to do. Did he really expect to fuck her right here in this office? She didn't like being forced, but she didn't want to make a fuss. She was hardly a virgin.
"Okay, but please don't hold my wrists so tight," she said.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said in a soft voice. "Do you find me attractive?"
She didn't know how to answer. He wasn't bad looking, but he wasn't handsome either. "I'm sure many women find you handsome," she finally said.
He snickered. "Diplomatic," he said, "very diplomatic."
"I really never thought about your looks. I'm here to work. I'm a teacher, remember?"
"Don't get bitchy with me," he said in his pleasant way. "I usually get what I want around here. Most of my teachers are dogs. But you're a dish. Yes, a dish. And I've got a present for you."
As he spoke he unzipped his fly and hauled out his prick. She was now convinced he was a nut. But even though she was furious, she was impressed by his cock. His pecker was still soft but she could tell that once it became hard it would be something formidable. She was a woman who liked sex and the sight of a meaty prick always made her blood race. And her mouth water. How could she possibly look at that fat circumcised cockhead without having her mouth water?
"What do you think you're doing?" she said.
He waved his cock at her. "Wait until you see it hard. It's a monster."
She tried to pull away, but he held her wrists tightly. "I'll forget this happened if you let me go now," she said.
His eyes narrowed. "Are you saying you don't find me attractive?"
"I didn't say that--"
"Well, what do you think of my prick? Isn't it quite something?"
He loosened his grip on her wrist and she made a move toward the door. He grabbed her back, pushing her down onto a chair.
Then, before she could collect herself, he grabbed her again and pushed her down on the floor. He climbed over her and moved his hands under her skirt.
"Stop that!" she said, beating her fists against his chest.
"You know you want it."
"You're crazy! I'll scream if you don't let me go."
"No you won't."
He held her arms over her head with one strong hand. Her tits pulled up and her nipples pressed against her sweater. Because of the excitement her nipples were hard. She twisted her ass, but there was no way to stop his free hand as he thrust it inside her panties.
"You're built just the way I like a woman to be built," he said, a single lock of hair falling over his eye.
"Stop it!" she cried as he yanked her panties down.
Before she could stop him he shoved his face between her thighs.
"Oh, God, no!" she cried weakly, beating her fists against his head and shoulders. She could hardly believe it, could hardly believe she was there on the rug in the principal's office fighting him off.
"Good pussy," he mumbled, raising his head. He grinned and licked his lips. His face was wet with her juices and his saliva.
"You'll never get away with this, I promise you," she said.
"I always have before."
Cindy stared at him. She knew it was hopeless. And despite herself she was turning-on.
"This is crazy," she said as he pulled her panties off.
"Pull your knees back so I can have a good look at your snatch."
She did it. She pulled her knees back to her tits and let him stare at her gaping cunt. The look of hot lust in his eyes made her shudder.
If the sight of her open gash excited him so, how could she possibly resist him?
"Pull your sweater up and take your bra off. I want to see those pretty tits."
She was wearing a flimsy lace bra with a front hook and it came open easily.
When her tits were exposed, he chuckled happily and buried his face inside her cleavage.
Cindy gazed at the top of his head and tried to think of something else. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was arousing her.
He knew how to suck a tit. She gave him credit for that. And there was no way she could hide her wet cunt from him. He would know the moment he touched her again that she was turned-on. Her pussy was flooded with juice.
Then finally he climbed between her legs. When he shoved his huge prick into her cunt, she forced herself not to respond.
"Fuck!" he hissed. "Come on and fuck back!"
Her breathing was ragged and she bit her lower Up. "I can't help it if I'm not turned-on."
"Feel my balls," he said. "And don't tell me you're not hot. You're wet enough."
"That doesn't necessarily mean I'm hot."
He left his dick inside her and gazed at her with hurt eyes. "Please, fuck back," he said. "Hold my balls and fuck my cock. Come on, do it."
She tried glaring at him, but it was no use. She couldn't stay angry at him. He was almost begging her now and his cock felt wonderful inside her.
"Oh, okay," she said, locking her long legs around his back.
He began fucking her again. They were still half-clothed, the principal still wearing his shirt and tie, even though he had his pants and shorts around his ankles. Cindy's sweater and bra were up around her neck, but below that she was almost completely naked, nothing but a thin white garter belt and beige nylons covering her legs.
She liked the way he fucked. She heaved back at him the way he wanted, rotating her ass with one hand between their bodies to hold his balls. She loved holding a man's nuts while he fucked her and she was glad Gordon had asked for it. He had low-hanging heavy nuts and they felt wonderful in her hand, like two fat plums, cool and Arm and filled with jism.
She came twice while he fucked her. She tried to be quiet about it, tried not to let him know how much he'd gotten to her, but she couldn't help moaning and twisting and he accurately read the signs.
Then it was his turn to come, but instead of shooting his load of spunk inside her pussy, he pulled out at the last moment and gave her the whole wad on her belly.
They both watched his hot jism spurt out of his cock. His prick reminded her of a spitting snake and she quivered and came again as the last jet arched out of his gaping pisshole.
After that he pulled at her hand and made her rub his jism into the skin of her belly. She didn't mind. She liked the feel of it. She was beginning to get the idea he was a little freaky and it turned her on.
He smiled at her. "Do you want me to suck your pussy again?"
"Do you want to?"
"Tell me you want it and I'll do it."
"All right, I want it."
He went down on her like a dive bomber, gobbling her wet snatch, chewing her cuntlips and sucking the juices out of her stretched cunthole.
She thought he would give her just a quick suck, but he kept at it until she came. She held his head with her hands and pumped her cunt at his face.
Then he suddenly whirled around and she found his big donkey prick hanging over her mouth. When she opened her lips, he dropped his hips to offer her his fat cockhead.
She loved it. She found a few more drops of jism still in his pisshole and she eagerly sucked them into her mouth.
At last they broke apart and he chuckled as he helped her to her feet. "You're a good fuck," he said. "Very nice."
"You're not so bad yourself. Do I get to go to a classroom now?"
"Not yet. What's the rush?"
"But I thought--" He smiled and wagged his cock at her and she saw he wasn't finished. She was impressed. He'd given her a good fuck and here he was ready to go again.
"You're in good shape," she said with a smile, her eyes on his thickening prick.
"Walk around for me. Pull the sweater down and move your ass around the room."
She knew what he wanted and she chuckled at his directness. It wasn't often that a man came right out and asked for something like that. He wanted her half dressed but showing enough to turn him on. She got rid of her bra and pulled her sweater down to her waist. Now she had her ass and pussy bare. She knew her legs looked great in a garter belt and nylons and high heels, and certainly the ensemble brought out her asscheeks and cuntbush as well. She paraded for him, showing him the front and back, walking around the room with her ass jiggling and her legs vibrant on stiletto heels.
As she soon found out, he was a leg freak. He brought a pair of opaque black nylons out of a desk and he made her put them on. She had to get rid of the garter belt because he wanted the stockings rolled above her knees. When she finally had them on the way he wanted, she once again had to pose for him and parade around the room.
"Christ, what a body," he grinned. "You don't mind, do you? I'd like to eat your legs up."
"I think I need my legs, but you can always eat something else."
"How about your ass?"
"Is that an offer?"
"Come over here and find out."
She smiled and drifted over to him and turned to present her ass to his face. Any man who wanted to kiss her ass was always welcome to it. It was one certain way to get to her. Moving her legs apart, she leaned forward a bit and placed her hands on her thighs. The first kiss was sweet, and then after that she groaned as she felt his teeth nibbling at the flesh of her asscheeks.
He teased her. She knew he was capable of more than just a few kisses and nibbles, but he avoided the crack of her ass and it drove her wild. She finally pulled away and turned around.
She snickered when she saw his fist moving up and down the huge stalk of his cock. "I think I've caught the principal of the school beating his meat."
"Your ass turns me on."
"And it turns me on when you lick it. Every woman loves that, you know. Would you like to fuck me in the ass?"
"With this? You won't survive it."
"I'm not sure. Anyway, you've turned me on now, and I do need something."
"Turn around."
Once again she turned and presented her ass.
She hoped to get his big cock in her shithole, but what she got instead was his tongue.
He was an expert. No one had ever reamed her brownie with such skill. He slithered his fat tongue in and out of her ass, twirling it and twisting his mouth to hit her at different angles. After she came a few times, she finally pulled her asshole off his tongue and begged him to fuck her. "In the ass," she groaned. "For God's sake, fuck me in the ass."
He had her bend over his desk. She had difficulty taking his big cock at first, but at last he had every inch of his prick inside her shitter and she had to hold onto the desk for fear of getting blown away.
It was a great assfuck, one of the best she'd ever had, and by the time she walked out of his office she still felt as though she had a lead pipe stuck in her bung.
The next day she returned to his office after classes. He greeted her with a grin and she lifted her skirt to her waist.
"See? No panties," she giggled.
She went down on him. His cock was so big she couldn't get more than the head in her mouth. But he showed her how to lick it in a way that made it rigid in a very short time.
She stayed at the school for two weeks. Every day after class she went to his office and they had a lovely fuck.
On the last day they had a farewell party. He had a bottle of champagne in his desk and two paper hats.
"It's been wonderful," he said, one hand squeezing her bare ass. Now I get one last shot. You want my tongue or my cock?"
She smiled and patted his cheek and said, "I think I want both."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cindy walked down the street toward her house, swinging her arms and bouncing on the balls of her feet. She was dressed in running shorts and a tank top. Only weeks before she'd taken up jogging and she felt alive and healthy and carefree.
As she passed a car parked near her driveway, she saw two men watching her. They waved and smiled and on an impulse she waved and smiled back.
Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and a sweat-band covered her forehead. She thought she looked a fright, but they obviously thought she looked good. Some men liked women in sports clothes. Nick Patterson certainly had. He said her ass looked great in tight shorts. Made him want to spread her cheeks and dive in. It was titillating to have men look at you like that. To have them think about your ass and brownie. It was not something she'd have admitted to herself in her more modest days. She smiled to herself as she swung into her yard. Even dressed in running clothes, she guessed she still looked sexy.
Without glancing down she knew her tits jutted hard against her tee-shirt. The calves of her legs were firm and her thighs round, but taut-fleshed.
As she inserted her key into the lock, she again noticed the two men in the car. They had climbed out and were now walking toward a neighbor's house.
Cindy moved into her own house and dashed upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time. Running was a good idea. Not only was it good for her figure, but it took her mind off her horny cunt.
She smiled at her image in the mirror as she moved into her bedroom. Her tiny waist made the twin thrusts of her boobs look even larger.
She hadn't had an affair in a month. Being faithful felt good in some ways, but there were drawbacks. Even as she stripped her sweaty clothes off and headed for the shower, she felt her pussy lubricate.
As she stepped into the shower and turned on the spray, she thought of the two men in the car. They looked like salesmen. She wondered if they would be coming by her house some time this afternoon.
The hot water felt good on her aching muscles. When she lathered up, her nipples grew hard under her touch.
She couldn't resist spreading her legs and letting the water cascade over her pussy. She manipulated the slimy folds of her cunt. Then, using a wash cloth wrapped around a bar of soap, she masturbated.
As she rubbed her clit, she thrust two fingers into her hot hole. Tonight she would ask Dave to fuck her. If she didn't nag and if she prepared an especially good dinner, maybe he would even go down on her. She thought about his mouth sucking the juices out of her pussy. She was experienced enough now to know that some men were really good at it. They did it because they liked it, not just to please the woman. She liked it best when she was completely wet and the guy dug in there and slurped at her cunthole. Hearing the sound of the sucking was almost as good as the feeling. And if the man was adventurous enough to do a tongue-job on the rim of her asshole, that was even better. That was another thing she'd learned. She liked having things done to her asshole. How awful it was to be stuck with a dull husband when sex was so important to her.
Thinking about getting sucked made her hot as hell and she came quickly. The sensations of her orgasm hit her by surprise. She bucked her ass toward the shower spray and moaned. Her cunt was flooded with pussy-juice, but even as the orgasm overwhelmed her she wanted and needed more.
She started over again, this time with one finger exploring her asshole. The soap made it easy to get her finger inside, and with stimulation in her shithole and on her clit it wasn't long before she was climbing up again. Her eyes fell on the back-brush hanging near the shower head. The handle was round and smooth and she suddenly itched to have it inside her ass. In no in a moment she had it in her hand, the end of the handle pushing against her asshole. She pushed her asshole out, opened her shitter and slowly slid the handle inside her shit-tube.
You're acting crazy, she thought. But it felt damn good. She worked her pussy with one hand and slowly pumped the handle of the brush in and out of her ass with the other hand. She kept her eyes closed and after a while it was easy to fantasize that some guy was fucking her ass while she beat herself off. Maybe even Dave. God, how she'd love clamping down and tightening her asshole while his big cock was in her ass. She wondered how many other women in the neighborhood were doing what she was doing at that moment, ramming the handle of a hairbrush up her ass because her husband was too stupid to know what she needed.
After bringing herself off again, she finally stepped out of the shower and toweled herself dry. She thought about Hal Gordon. He had been her last lover and a very special one at that. She wasn't working at the moment. Dave wanted her at home for a while. He complained that she was neglecting the house.
He and Bill were doing very well and the firm was bringing in a great deal of money. She thought about Bill and Bev as she applied lotion over her body. She wondered how Bev managed her sex life and if Bill had one mistress or several. Maybe they hardly fucked at all any more. So many people were married these days with the marriage meaning nothing more than an arrangement to raise a family. She wanted none of that.
It was still early so she dressed casually in tight jeans and a tee-shirt. She didn't bother with a bra. She had no plans for the afternoon, so why burden herself with a bra? She liked the feel of her tits bouncing around. Thank God they were big enough to bounce. Big enough to attract the eyes of people when she walked downtown. In high school the boys had always gone crazy over her knockers. She liked to tease them when they went out, get them hard and squirming and then jerk them off while they sucked her tits.
She applied a touch of make-up to her naturally pretty face and went downstairs to the kitchen. What to have for dinner was always a problem. Dave was more interested in food than he was in sex. She looked upon food as unimportant and sex as all-important. She sighed as she opened the refrigerator. How ironic that I still love Dave. And even more ironic, he still loves me.
She expected a dull afternoon, but it didn't happen that way. A half hour later the doorbell rang. It was those two salesmen she'd seen, and after a bit of stalling at the door she finally invited them in to make their sales pitch. She felt a little uneasy because there were two of them and she was alone, but they seemed nice. She sat in the living room with them. Their names were Larry and Dan and they were selling insurance.
"When we saw you, we both hoped you'd still be home by the time we got to your house," Larry said.
"My husband's really the one you should be talking to," she said. "He's the one with insurance. I guess he figures if I die his income won't be affected."
After a while she offered them a drink. They had been perfect gentlemen up to then and when she lifted her drink to her lips she teased them by pushing her chest out.
"I gather you're a runner," Dan said.
"Yes, you must have thought I was a slob when you saw me earlier."
"To the contrary, I think women look great in sports clothes."
Cindy preened and gulped half her drink. "I feel good when I run," she said firmly. "My body feels healthy and strong."
She lowered her lashes and glanced at one of the pamphlets they'd dropped on the coffee table. Without gazing at them directly she could see the flicker of lust in their eyes. She wondered what they would be like without clothes. They both looked like they had a substantial package of fuckmeat between their legs, but you couldn't always tell. Women were at such a disadvantage. A man could tell a lot about a girl's body when she was dressed, but a woman had to guess about how well-hung a man was. She tried to picture them with their flies open and their equipment hanging out. Two cocks and two pairs of balls. She had to cross her legs to keep herself from visibly quivering.
They made a pass at her after a while. She expected it and she'd already decided not to act coy. She'd rather play with them than spend an empty afternoon alone. The way they looked at her body brought the juice out of her pussy.
After they teased her about the possibility of making it with both of them, she finally put her drink down and said, "All right, I've never done anything like this before, but to be honest I wouldn't mind balling both of you."
Both men grinned. "Sounds good to us," Larry said.
They sat on either side of her on the sofa and she placed a hand on Dan's thigh. "I think I can only do one at a time," she said, tugging his zipper down. "Yes, as a novice I'd better concentrate on you."
In a moment she had his cock out. He had a thick circumcised prick with a gorgeous knob. His pisshole was already leaking juice and she rubbed the clear fluid over the velvety skin of his cockhead. As she played with him, she turned to Larry. "I'll get to you in a minute." She began pumping Dan's prick. It felt wonderful in her hand, hot and throbbing and his pisshole leaking a steady stream of fuck-fluid. There was nothing to beat strange cock. She'd heard more than one woman use that term and it was only recently that she'd learned what they were talking about. Every woman should have a chance to jerk off every man in the world at least once. Just to get her hands on his cock-meat. People would spend more time being nice to each other instead of killing each other off as fast as they could. Dan's cock was particularly lovely to pump because it was so thick and hot. With a few more expert strokes she brought him off. She let his heavy load splash into her free hand, the wads of ropey jism puddling in her palm.
With a teasing grin, she licked her fingers clean of his spunk. "I guess you were primed," she said.
Dan smiled sheepishly. "Jesus, I'm sorry I came so fast."
"No harm," she said, turning to Larry. She slipped onto his lap and draped her arms around his neck.
"I promise I won't bring you off so fast."
"Christ, honey, I don't know if I'm dreaming or not, but you can do whatever you want with me. I'm all yours."
She brought his prick out. His cock was longer than Dan's, but not as thick. He was uncut, and she amused herself awhile uncovering and recovering his blushing cockhead. She loved watching the knob of a prick come out when an uncircumcised dick was skinned back. She teased him by leading him up to a climax with her fingers and then backing off. Then she finally lowered her head and took his cockhead in her mouth. She sucked noisily, turning her face to look at Dan. He had his prick in his hand and he was slowly beating his meat as he watched his friend get blown.
Larry was too close to the edge to hold out any more, and he finally shot his load in her mouth. She swallowed everything he had, using her lips to squeeze the tip of his prick to get the last of it. "Oh, fuck, what a mouth!" he groaned.
When they were through, Dan's prick was hard again. "Let me rest a minute," she said, sprawling onto the lounge chair.
She peeled her clothes off and smiled at them as they did the same. The men had a good view of her body. She was now naked and totally unselfconscious. They still wore their shirts, but were naked from the waist down. They looked bleary-eyed as they gazed hungrily at her. She posed for them, running her hands along the insides of her thighs and opening the hairy flaps of her cunt with her fingers.
"Jesus, I don't even care if I sell anything today," Dan said with a chuckle.
Larry held his half-hard cock. "Are you kidding? I don't want to sell anything. I want to keep my head clear for Cindy."
"Okay, guys," Cindy said, rising up and wiggling her ass in their direction, "did I tell you that I'm a teacher?"
She saw them exchange glances. "Yeah, and I'm a preacher," Dan snickered.
"No, honest, I'm a teacher. Want to see my certificate?" She fell back onto the chair, her legs spread wantonly to show her cunt.
The men rose up then in unison and moved to her side. They each took an arm and pulled her out of the chair.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she said.
They made her stretch out on the sofa and Larry straddled her chest. "Suck," he said, his speech slurred by the booze.
"Suck," she mimicked drunkenly, slurping his cockhead inside her mouth.
She blew both of them, one after the other. She really wanted to get fucked, but their cock-meat felt so delicious in her mouth she hated to let go. Larry shot a thick wad over her tongue and then Dan did the same. It was fun to suck them like that, with their cocks hanging down into her open mouth and her lips nursing like a calf's lips at its mother's teat. I'm nothing but a milkmaid, she thought. Lord, how she loved the taste and feel of hot jism in her mouth. The feel of a cock spurting between her lips was always almost as good as a fuck.
Things got wild after that. They made her stay on the couch. They took turns straddling her face again so she could suck their hanging balls. She loved it. She filled her mouth with their tender meat, sucking on their ball-bags one after the other in a leisurely way that was a delight to her. They'd both come twice already and there was no rush. For once she had all the time she needed and with two well-hung studs at that.
Before long the booze and the jism and the sucking had made her groggy. She'd already come half a dozen times and she felt like she could go on forever. She was sucking Dan's hairy asshole when she realized there was a third man in the room.
She hadn't heard him come into the house and she raised her head and gazed at him quizzically.
"Who are you?" she said.
The man smiled and without bothering to remove his pants he simply opened his fly and climbed over her. She couldn't see his face any more, but she heard his voice. His name was John and it seemed he worked with Larry and Dan. They worked as a sales team. And a fucking team, she thought. What have I got myself into here?
"Stop that," she said as his cock slid inside her cunt. "This is too much, you know."
But Dan sat down on her face again, his asshole on her mouth and his hot nuts pressed against her eyes. The man who had his cock in her cunt began fucking her and said, "I've got exactly five minutes."
Oh, God, what a slut I've become, she thought. His balls slapped her ass and despite herself she fucked back. I've become the neighborhood gang-banger. Oh, God, what's happening to me? Her cunt spasmed around the sliding cock as she lost herself in the taste of Dan's ass.
CHAPTER NINE
"I'm glad we're finally talking about it," Bev said. "I had a feeling about you, but I hesitated saying something."
It was a rainy day and the two friends were sitting in Bev Black's den, drinking white wine and talking.
"Dave told me about you and Bill," Cindy said. "At first I admit I was shocked. But now I understand fully. I certainly can't criticize you, after all the things I've done."
"Well, I'm glad for you," Bev said. "It's crazy and impractical to think a couple can stay faithful to each other for more than a year or two. Thank God Bill thinks the way I do. If I was married to Dave I'd lose my mind."
The two women had confessed about their infidelities, but only after Cindy saw Bev out with another man. The man had had his hand up Bev's skirt as they sat in his car in front of the Black's house. Cindy happened to be driving by and she saw them. Bev had giggled and introduced her to the man, a young stud by the name of George.
That had happened weeks before and in the interim the two friends had confided all their sex secrets. It felt good to Cindy. She'd had no one to talk to all these months. It felt wonderful to talk to Bev.
When she told Bev about being gang raped, Bev raised one eyebrow and whistled. "Did you like it?" she said.
Cindy admitted she had. "They kept giving me more and more to drink so I didn't feel frightened. It felt good having a lot of men to fuck. Everywhere I looked there were cocks. To be honest I liked it a lot."
Bev shrugged. "So it wasn't really rape, was it?"
Bev went to the kitchen for another bottle of wine. As she walked out of the den, Cindy admired her figure. Bev was blonde and blue-eyed and tall and slender. But even though she was slim her tits were big and her ass round. Even Dave found her sexy.
"Let's polish off another one," Bev said, sitting down on the sofa and refilling their glasses. "Listen, I've got an idea. There are some dishy studs at the club. They're no more than eighteen or nineteen, you know, working their way through school part-time. Anyway, they're tan and horny and I've fucked a few of them already. Now, here's my idea. Have you ever done it with another couple? You know, two women and two men. If you haven't believe me you're missing something. The women don't have to do much if you don't dig snatch, but four bodies in one bed is a kick."
"Oh, I've done it with another woman," Cindy said.
"Well, okay, tomorrow we're going to the club." She glanced out the window. "Weather permitting of course."
The next day the sky was clear and sunny and Bev picked Cindy up in her car at ten. They made an attractive pair and they both knew it. Cindy's brunette coloring contrasted nicely with Bev's blondeness.
At the club they settled down at the pool. Bev pinched Cindy's arm when two tall tanned pool-boys brought out towels and fixed their gliders.
"I want the one with the bulge in his fly," Bev whispered.
"I'll take either one," Cindy said. "They both look good to me." She decided she wouldn't mind having both their cocks in her mouth at the same time. She'd never done that. It had to be lovely. The boys really turned her on. They looked healthy and virile.
The women spent the next hour sunbathing. The pool was deserted and the young studs came by several times to see if the women wanted drinks.
"I never drink until twelve," Bev said, openly flirting with one of them.
They introduced themselves. Bev asked the boys to join them, but the one named Ted declined. "Wish we could," he said, leering at Bev's tits. "If you'll wait until four, we'll be off."
"It's a date," Bev smiled, touching his thigh briefly.
The boys had to leave them to fix gliders for two women who had appeared at poolside.
"Maybe you better take it easy," Cindy said. "Ted's obviously a sensitive kid."
"You worry too much," Bev said. She rose up and wiggled her ass. "Watch this." She moved toward the club house, swinging her oversized straw bag provocatively.
When she returned she was wearing a thin white tee-shirt with no bra. It was obvious to Cindy what she intended to do. And in a moment Bev slipped into the pool and disappeared under the water.
When she came to the surface, her tee-shirt clung wetly to her tits. Her nipples were clearly outlined and all eyes were on her.
She dove in and out of the water. At one point she climbed up to the diving board and thrust her tits out before diving into the pool.
Cindy watched, as did the pool boys and the other women sitting around the pool.
"Disgusting," one of the women sniffed.
"Someone should report her to the management," the other woman said loudly.
When Bev finally climbed out of the pool, she stuck her tongue out at the women. But she covered herself with a towel before returning to her glider.
"The old biddies," she said, drying her face and hair.
When the poolboys were finally off duty, the two couples paired off and went into the bar. Cindy wound up with Barry and Bev with Ted.
As Cindy chatted with Barry, she felt his hand move over her thigh. She let her legs fall open. It was fairly dark in the bar and there was hardly anyone else around. It felt good to be openly flirting across the table from Bev. She didn't feel like a wanton freak anymore. She knew there was at least one other woman in the world who cheated on her husband too.
Barry's hand felt marvelous on her thigh. His fingers were gripping her, and then his hand was sliding slowly towards her crotch. He leaned close to her and whispered: "I sure dig you."
"I'm almost old enough to be your mother."
"So what? I like women who are older than me."
"Is that right? What do you like about them?"
"They know how to fuck."
"You certainly know how to talk, don't you?"
"I can do more than talk. Open your legs a little more and I'll show you."
She opened her legs and gasped as his fingers slipped inside her shorts to get at her pussy. "Someone will see us," she said.
"It's too dark in here. Jesus, you're wet. I can feel you've got a nice pussy."
Deciding it was time to do a little exploring of her own, she put her hand on his cock. He wasn't hard yet, but she could feel his cock and balls through his shorts and his bulge was nicely packed. She ran her fingers over the outline of his cock and then squeezed his nuts. "Do you know how to use what you've got down there?"
"Try me. I don't ever get any complaints."
An hour later they sat in Bev's living room and watched Bev and Ted in a clinch near the stereo. Bev was already stripped to the waist and Ted held her big tits in his hands.
Barry and Cindy were still dressed. He was anxious to get at her, but she held him off. She wanted to watch Bev awhile. The blonde turned her on. Besides, the hotter Barry became, the better would be the fuck he'd give her later. She kept her hand on his cock and encouraged him to play with her tits while she watched Bev and Ted.
The blonde and the boy were undressing now.
They seemed oblivious to the fact that two other people were in the room and watching them. Bev was right. Two couples together was fun.
Cindy liked Bev's body. She found herself paying more attention to the blonde than to Ted. Of course it was exciting to look at Ted, too. He had a muscular young body and he was very well-hung. A lovely meaty cock and low-hanging balls. She hoped Barry looked as good naked. But Bev was something else. Gorgeous tits with fat pink nipples and a round curvy ass. The blonde's body radiated sex and Cindy was impressed.
Bev went down on her knees to suck Ted's cock. It took about three seconds to get his prick stiff enough to stand out at forty-five degrees from his body. Cindy's pussy twitched at the sight of Bev's saliva dripping off the tip of the boy's lusty rod.
"Let's do something," Barry complained.
Cindy looked at him and smiled. "All right, you can undress me."
He went at it in a great hurry. She didn't mind the haste and finally she was naked beside him. She pulled her knees up to her tits and opened her legs. "I'd love it if you'd eat my pussy."
He was eager to oblige her. In a moment he was down on his knees in front of her, his lips running along the insides of her thighs until his mouth reached her juice-drenched cunt. She sighed as he settled in for what would obviously be an expert suck. Young as he was, he knew how to pay attention to a snatch. Now she could watch Bev and Ted while she had her pussy sucked out.
The couple near the stereo were in the midst of a hot mouth-fuck. Bev held herself still while Ted vigorously fucked his thick cock in and out of her face. Cindy was much taken with the boy's ass. She liked the way the muscles in his ass flexed and unflexed as he pumped his prick between the blonde's lips. As for Bev, she had to be admired. She was uninhibited enough to fingerfuck her pussy while she had Ted's dick in her mouth. Cindy was turned on by watching them, and the sight of Bev and Ted coupled with Barry's hungry mouth on her cunt thrilled her to the core.
Cindy thought Ted would come in Bev's mouth, but Bev didn't allow it. Bev pulled her mouth away before the boy came and brought him over to the sofa. "Let Cindy suck it awhile," Bev said. "I'll play with Barry."
Cindy was pleased. She opened her mouth wide and the next moment Ted filled it with his throbbing prick. It was heavenly. His cock had a delicious taste and because he'd been brought so close to coming, it was wonderfully hot on her tongue.
Meanwhile, Bev crouched behind Barry and fondled his ass and balls and cock as he continued eating Cindy's cunt. She finally closed her fist around his prick and began jerking him off. She used her free hand on her own cunt and soon all four of them were on their way.
Ted came first. He roared like a wild bull as his hot young load filled Cindy's mouth. She gulped and swallowed his thick jism, reveling in the sharp taste of his cock-cream.
Then it was Barry's turn. Bev's hand brought him off and when his cock spurted, his jism splashed against the sofa.
Cindy came next, heaving her cunt at Barry's sucking mouth, her juices flowing out to wet his chin.
Then, with a sharp cry, Bev fell back on the rug with her fingers frantically plunging in and out of her steaming cunt. When she came, she folded her knees up to her tits and curled into a ball.
They went to Bev's bedroom after that. The two boys were eighteen and their cocks were hard as iron again. Bev turned out to be as lusty and uninhibited as Cindy expected. The blonde readily ate Cindy's cunt while the two boys watched. Cindy had three orgasms before she finally made Bev stop. After that Bev demanded the boys fuck her ass one after the other. Cindy assisted with the assfucking, putting the Vaseline on the boys' pricks, and that got her hot all over again. She crawled under Bev and sucked the blonde's pussy while Barry and Ted took turns fucking Bev's asshole.
The orgy finished at eight o'clock and by that time Cindy was totally exhausted.
Three weeks later Cindy ran into Barry at a local supermarket. He insisted on walking up and down the aisles with her while she shopped and carrying her groceries out to her car.
"I really enjoyed being with you," the young stud said. "I guess you know Bev and Ted have been seeing a lot of each other."
Cindy hesitated. "Yes. I just hope Ted's not taking her too seriously."
Barry frowned. "Ted's a pretty intense guy."
Cindy took a deep breath. "Let's not let it spoil our day. Tell me, do you have to go to work now?"
"I've got an hour," he grinned.
She climbed into the car and turned the ignition key. "Get in," she said.
When they arrived in the house, they wasted no time in climbing into bed. As they kissed and touched each other, Cindy felt as if she were floating in space.
"I want you to bring me to the edge of orgasm and then to stop," she said.
The boy smiled uncertainly. "Why?"
"Exquisite torture," she said.
He did as she asked. When she finally came, her orgasm was incredibly intense.
She let him fuck her after that. He climbed between her thighs and within moments he was ramming his cock in and out of her pussy and showing her no mercy. She loved it. She loved a hard fuck and this boy was strong enough to give it to her.
Later she drove him to the club and went into the bar for a drink. She found Bev sitting in a booth with Ted, deep in conversation.
"Come sit with us," Bev said, frowning. "I'm trying to convince this boy that what he feels for me is lust and not love."
Cindy slid across the seat and motioned to the waitress. When the girl brought her drink, Bev winked.
"He's pouting," she said, squeezing Ted's hand.
"I'm not pouting," the boy said grimly. "He thinks he's in love with me," Bev giggled.
"I am in love with you," the boy said.
"Hey, save it," Bev said. "I'm a married woman, sonny, and I like my life." She drained her glass and ordered another by snapping her fingers.
"Maybe you've had enough to drink," Cindy said. She'd warned Bev that Ted was falling in love with her. She'd seen the signs. The boy was taking the affair seriously while all Bev wanted was kicks.
"Everyone wants to tell me how to run my life," Bev said. "You don't want me to drink and he wants me to leave Bill and marry him. Can you imagine me living in a one-room apartment while loverboy here gets his degree? Can you picture it?" She laughed out loud and spilled her drink. "Whoops! What a slob I am!"
Ted colored and Cindy could see he was upset. She leaned closer and patted his hand.
"She's had a bit too much to drink," she said.
Bev's face changed. "Hey, you two, don't talk about me like I'm some kind of idiot child. I've had a few drinks, but I know what's going on." She stuck out her tongue at both of them. "This stud here still believes in love. He wants me to marry him, Cindy. Do you understand what I'm saying? He thinks a good fuck means you're in love."
Ted groaned and rose up. He put a few bills on the table, his jaw tight and his face crimson. "I forgot," he said. "You just wanted kicks. I guess I'm just a dumb asshole, but I really fell in love. You two will probably have a lot of laughs about this. Thanks a lot."
Cindy and Bev didn't return to the club for two weeks. They found out that Ted had quit his job and left town. Barry still worked at poolside, but he was cool and aloof and distant.
"I don't understand these kids," Bev said. "Let's go cruising for older stuff. These young kids can be a drag."
Cindy didn't say anything, but she had a lot to think about. Bev had hurt Ted terribly and in her own way she'd hurt Barry.
Maybe it's time I cleaned up my act too, she thought as she wearily sipped her drink. Maybe I should use Bev as an example of what not to be.
CHAPTER TEN
Cindy moaned in her sleep and turned onto her belly. Was it Barry who was fingering her or was it Ted? Was it Dan or Larry or one of the men they'd let into the house to fuck her? The finger felt good as it churned her juices. Maybe it was Dave. Yes, it was Dave's thick finger, working more deeply inside her cunt.
She shifted her body around and moved closer to Dave. His finger was rimming the lips of her pussy. "Mmmmm, that feels good, honey," she murmured in her sleep.
She rolled onto her back and let her knees fall apart. She grabbed for Dave's head, but it wasn't there.
"Suck me, honey," she said. "Suck me until I come."
Suddenly the finger was gone and someone was pulling on her arm. "You were having a bad dream," Dave yawned.
Cindy pushed her thighs together when she realized she'd been masturbating in her sleep, but Dave never noticed. He turned around and went back to sleep, leaving Cindy depressed and horny.
When she opened her eyes again, it was late in the morning and Dave had already left for work. She was hardly out of bed when someone rang the front doorbell. She found two teenage boys standing on the front porch.
"We're selling magazine subscriptions," the taller one said.
Cindy groaned. "So early in the morning?"
"But it's after ten o'clock. We thought--"
"Okay, never mind. I don't need any magazines, but if you want to earn some money, you can mow the lawn." Anything to do her bit for the neighborhood. The lawn didn't need mowing at all, but it was better than someone next week tossing a brick through her picture window.
The boys were happy to get the work. They were cute kids. Their names were Henry and Stuart and they were brothers. After a half hour watching them work in the yard, she decided they were both fuckable.
She remembered the dream she'd had last night. Look what's happened to you, she thought. You've become the typical horny housewife. Now she was looking at kids, teenage boys. But she couldn't help it. She rubbed the mound of her pussy through her summer skirt and told herself she had no choice.
She invited Stuart into the house first. They were so young they would probably be embarrassed in front of each other. You're a horny old bitch, she thought. She ought to know better than to run after young cock like this.
She pretended she needed help in opening a jar. She handed the jar to the boy and shrugged helplessly. She watched him as he worked at the top. "I saw you looking at my ass before," she said.
He flushed with pride as he easily opened the jar. "You're not mad, are you?" he said. She took the jar of pickles from his hand and touched his fingers. "No, but if you're going to stare at a woman's ass you've got to be ready to do something about it when she gets turned on."
The boy swallowed hard. "Huh?" He blinked. His eyes widened as he belatedly realized what she was saying. "Jesus, lady!"
"Well?" Cindy smiled. She waved out the window to his brother who was pushing the lawn mower in the yard. "Is your brother as strong as you are?" She touched his chest and then dropped her hand.
"He's pretty strong," the boy croaked.
"Kiss me." When he moved close to her, she plastered her mouth against his. Then she pulled away. "Would you like to fuck me?"
The boy worked his lips convulsively. "Jesus Christ, I've been thinking about sticking my cock in your pussy ever since we first came to the door."
He certainly talked as though he had experience. She smiled and quivered as she led him out of the kitchen to the master bedroom. This was just what she needed. What could beat a young cock to get a woman out of the dumps? She pictured herself gripping his hard ass as he pumped her pussy full of his jism. The young ones fucked like rabbits, but she didn't mind that as long as he could come a few times. And she had two of them. How could she possibly lose? She led him into the bedroom and then pulled him against her and made him kiss her again.
"Open my blouse," she said. "Come on, don't be bashful."
She smiled at how excited he seemed. It wasn't every day that an attractive woman her age brought him into her bedroom to fuck. His fingers worked at the buttons of her blouse, and finally he had the blouse pushed aside and her tits exposed. She wore no bra and his eyes were filled with hot passion at the sight of her naked boobs.
"I bet you like big tits," she said. "That's right."
"Touch me. Take a nipple in your mouth and suck."
He quickly lost his shyness, and in a few moments she had a ravenous teenager gobbling her tits. It felt good. She held her tits in her hands and fed them one after the other to his hungry mouth. As he sucked her nipples, she gradually peeled her skirt and panties off until she was naked. When he finally pulled his mouth away from her tits, he feasted his eyes on her body.
She dropped her tits and ran her hands over her belly and down to the curls of her cuntbush. She wondered how much a kid his age knew about sucking cunt. Probably not much. Some of them had an instinct for it, but you couldn't tell just by looking at them. Anyway, what she wanted today was some sliding cock in her pussy. "Are you going to be nice to my pussy?"
"You know it," he croaked.
"Show me. I can see something twitching down there and I want to see more." She ran her fingertips playfully over his crotch, found his cockhead and pinched it. She was impressed. His cock was hard as iron under her fingertips. With a cock as hard as that, she could rub her clit on the shaft of his prick and really get off. That's what she wanted. She wanted to fuck the boy's brains out and get her own brains scrambled in the doing of it. Was that so wrong?
With her encouragement, he dropped his pants and shorts and revealed a healthy young cock with a long foreskin completely covering his knob. She loved it when the hood of a prick was as long as this one. It was fun to play with it. His balls were pink and tight and pulled up against the base of his cockshaft. She made him skin his prick back to expose his cockhead. The pink knob emerged like a fat mushroom and the sight of it made the juices gush in her pussy.
When they were naked on the bed together, she leaned over him and took his cock in her mouth. He threw his head back on the pillow and groaned as she swirled her tongue over his bloated cockhead. His cock had a sweet delicious taste, and she told herself she'd be willing to suck a prick like this all day if she had the chance.
But she did want to get fucked. Her pussy itched for the feel of his stiff young cock. Pulling her dripping mouth off his pecker, she straddled him and slipped the knob of his cock into the mouth of her cunthole.
She eased herself down, captured his prick with her pussy, and began moving up and down to fuck him.
His hands rose to hold her bouncing tits. His lingers cleverly pinched her nipples and she started giving him a real ride. With her cunt gripping and milking his prick, there was no way he could last too long. Not as young as he was. A few more strokes and he heaved his crotch at her and came. She continued fucking him, getting her own gun off as she felt his flood of jism leaking out of her sliding pussy. He was still hard when she came off him. She sucked him awhile, then fucked him again, and after the second fuck she sent him downstairs to get his brother.
The younger boy was a better lover than the older. He was stronger and more aggressive. He pushed her down on her bed and kissed her while he shoved his hand under her ass.
"Hey, you're only a kid," Cindy giggled breathlessly.
"Are you really going to let me fuck you?" His hands and lips were all over her.
"My God, what have I got myself into here?" she said with a giggle. "Oh, honey, you kiss so nice." She stopped talking when he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
He seemed overwhelmed by the sight of her ripe full body. He quickly climbed over her and filled his hands with her big tits.
He trembled with excitement as she helped him undress. When he was naked, she thrilled at the sight of his sweet, teenage cock. It throbbed and swayed with hot desire. "Fuck me, Harvey!" she cried. The boy was in the saddle in a flash, his young cock sliding smoothly into the hot grip of her jism-drenched cunthole. She wondered how often these two brothers got to dip their pricks in each other's jism in a woman's pussy. She found it exciting to be fucking two brothers one after the other like this. Her cunt was swollen and tender after two fucks with the first boy, and getting reamed again with a stiff young dick was heavenly.
She held his small hard ass as he pumped, directed the angle of his stroking as she urged him to ram her deeply. Young as he was, he was a delicious fuck, and she suspected that more than one woman in the neighborhood had sampled the boy's jackhammer cock. When he finally came, the explosion was lovely. She had him one more time, held his young nuts as he dumped his second load in her pussy, and then she made them both get dressed and get out of the house. She had to be careful she didn't get hooked on these kids. You had to know when to stop.
That night she said to Dave, "Listen, we've got to talk."
He groaned as he turned to glance at the clock. "At midnight? Are you crazy?"
She took a deep breath. "If you want to stay married to me, you'd better listen."
He looked confused, but more alert. "Sure, hon, if it's that important to you."
For the next ten minutes she told him how unhappy she'd been. She told him she loved him, but that she needed more sex. She never mentioned being unfaithful, but she intimated that if things continued the same way she would be tempted.
"If you ever cheat on me I'll divorce you," he warned her when she paused for breath.
She lowered her lashes. She'd gotten a bit carried away. "I have no intention of cheating," she said primly. "I don't believe in it." Under the covers she crossed her fingers.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Tomorrow night I'll give you a good one, hon," he said, stretching out again and yawning. "Now I've got to sleep. I've got an early court date and I've got to be on my toes."
He was snoring in less than five minutes. Cindy lay in the dark and wept. Nothing would change. She had no choice. She had to continue cheating. It was the only way she would keep her sanity. She was a healthy woman and she needed sex. She certainly didn't consider herself a nympho. Was it wrong for a woman to like steady cock? She didn't think so. What she needed was a solid affair, a hot relationship with a good lover. Could she find a man like that?
She did find him. She found him at the country club. He was the bartender and one night they drifted into a personal conversation and came on to each other.
"I really get off on pussy," he said, polishing a glass as they spoke.
"I envy your girlfriend," Cindy said, sipping her drink.
"My girlfriends, you mean," Sam said. "I play the field. Always have and always will."
Cindy felt her cunt moisten. "All right, girlfriends. If my husband would just once go down on me without me begging for it, I'd die happy."
He stared at her. "The jerk," he murmured finally.
"Some men just don't like it," she said.
He licked his lips and rolled his eyes. He touched a finger to his mustache. "They don't know what they're missing. You know," he leaned forward and spoke softly, "I'd rather eat gash than a hot fudge sundae. And I love ice cream." He rolled his eyes again and Cindy giggled.
"You're really something," she said. She fidgeted around the bar stool. "You mean you really like the taste?"
He grinned and kissed the tips of two fingers. "Love it. I could suck cunt all night and never get tired."
. Cindy almost fell from her bar stool. "If you're serious, I'd be happy to volunteer," she said.
"You mean that?" he said.
"What time do you get off?"
At five o'clock that afternoon they left the club and went to Sam's apartment. Within ten minutes he had her on the bed with her legs pulled back to her tits and his face between her thighs. His name was Sam.
"Oh, yes, it feels so good when you do that," she said. "Your beard feels good between my thighs."
Sam was about thirty-five. He had a full beard and a bushy mustache. He was short and stocky and so far he hadn't been lying when he said he loved pussy.
"Frankly, I can take fucking or leave it," he said. "You know whenever I see you with some guy I always envy him."
"Sam, if you lick and suck as good as you say, this can become a regular thing."
He leaned over and brushed his beard over her belly. A kind of electric shock surged through her. "I'm yours whenever you're in the mood."
"I'm in the mood now. Dig in and eat." He did a job on her. First he sucked the cream out of her cunthole and then he stuck his long tongue deep inside her ass and turned her into jelly. She'd never had a man tongue-fuck her ass with such abandon. The men who liked her ass usually gave her asshole a few swipes with their tongues and briefly probed inside with just the tip. Sam was different. He shoved a good three inches of his tongue inside her ass and wriggled it around a long time. He seemed to lose himself in her ass and it made her crazy with lust. She pulled her knees all the way back to her chin and opened herself to him. He had his nose probing her cunthole and that lovely tongue deep inside her ass and she was convinced she was in heaven.
Sam kept his mouth on her crotch for nearly an hour. Later she telephoned home to tell Dave she'd be late. "Where the hell are you?" he said.
Cindy glanced down at the top of Sam's head. His face was hidden among her cuntfolds. She stroked his hair and sighed into the telephone.
"The car broke down and I'm in a garage near the airport."
Sam lifted his face and smiled at her. His mustache and beard and nose were wet with her juices. Gently and lovingly she pushed his face back down between her thighs.
"I'll come and get you," Dave said. "It's after seven. Tell me where you are and I'll start out now."
Cindy wiggled her ass and settled down comfortably, her thighs clamped shut about Sam's face.
"Don't bother, honey," she said. "I've got a mechanic working on my problem and he really knows what he's doing. When I get home, everything will be in perfect shape." She shivered as Sam licked her clit. "And I mean everything, honey. Absolutely everything."
When she put the phone down, Sam smiled at her, pushed her knees back to her tits and once again slithered his long tongue deep inside her twitching asshole.