Sexually attractive women teachers, such as Miss Linda Harris, the protagonist of this novel, experience many ambivalent feelings towards their youthful male students. Even the vast majority of competent dedicated teachers must number some among them who have sexual fantasies for high school boys. And some, psychiatric literature indicates, move past the fantasy stage and actively engage in various sexual acts with the youths. This is the way it happens in this novel-this is also the way it happens in real life.
"But why?" a dissenter might ask. "Why would a teacher such as Miss Harris in this book put her professional career in jeopardy through the seduction of a young boy?"
We can suggest many reasons-and our readers will discover some of their own, so allow us to suggest only one in this introduction.
Many teachers have a strong maternalistic emotion for their boy charges. This feeling, similar to the incestuous feelings some mothers have for their sons, probably persuades some pretty teachers to provide a boy with his first sexual experience. Indeed, in this novel, within a few pages after meeting Miss Harris, we find her performing oral sex on a virginal boy. It does not seem out of context with psychiatric findings to suggest that this sexually attractive woman is motivated to the sexual seduction of her boy students because of a quasi-maternal drive that becomes confused with her role as a teacher.
Miss Harris does not stop her seductions after fellating young Bobby Wills. She has numerous other similar sexual affairs, each of which we hope will not only entertain, but will also provide new insights into the woman teacher/boy student relationships.
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Chapter One
Every day in art class young Bobby Wills got a hard-on looking at Miss Harris' swell legs. Sometimes she would sit on the top of the desk and he could see between her big, pretty thighs. Wow! She had the best legs ever! What upset him the most was when Miss Harris used the blackboard. Just before she turned she would tuck her blouse into her skirt and take a deep breath. Every lad in the classroom held his breath. Miss Harris had tits that had to measure a full thirty-nine inches. At the start of the semester Bobby had watched to see if she got pissed when the boys eyeballed her tits. But Miss Harris was cool. It did not bother her and she seemed to be very proud of being a voluptuous female. He was not sure about her age. She appeared to be between twenty-five and twenty-eight.
However, Miss Harris was self-conscious about her pretty ass. She wore short tight skirts and when she turned her back the guys got an eyeful. Once in a while she would stretch up on her toes, which drew the skirt taut enough to cup her buttocks. Then it was easy to see how round and soft her cheeks were, and how they jiggled. Some days he could actually see the cut of her panties. That always made his penis even harder. When she drew on the board really fast, it made her ass shake like crazy. Sometimes it appeared as though Miss Harris was putting them on.
His cock would swell so big it almost busted through his jeans. He wanted to reach down and stroke it, to take the ache away, but there were girls seated all around him, so he was forced to sit there and shiver, holding back an ejaculation.
It was too much for some of the fellows. One day Louis Garcia got carried away and felt her ass. Miss Harris did not blow her top and she did not scold Louis. Then pretty soon some of the other boys started to make passes at her. At first she would snap around and indignantly sneer at the boys, silently saying, "Why don't you grow up, kid?" But she never spoke out or made a scene, which encouraged more and more guys to try to cop a feel. Pretty soon it was on the grapevine that there were free feels on Miss Harris. But Bobby did not have the nerve to do it. He felt the whole student body could get away with it, but the moment he would try-the roof would cave in on him.
After the end of the class the guys hung around until the girls had cleared the room so they could feel Miss Harris up real good. It pissed Bobby off to see the guys take advantage of a nice lady that way. They would line up, single file, and as each one passed her, he would reach out and grab-ass-then run lickety-split out into the corridor. One day, right after the bell rang, Stevie went up behind Miss Harris while she was bending over her desk, putting away watercolors, and rubbed his cock up against her ass. He humped her like a dog while she slowly straightened up, smiled, and twisted around. Stevie left the room and as Bobby tried to sneak out, hoping she thought he had not seen what had happened, she called out to him, "Just a minute, Bobby. Stay right where you are!"
She went to the doorway looked out into the hall both ways, then closed the classroom door. She returned to her desk satisfied that the students had left for the day. She pulled the first two shades so the corner of that side of the room would be dark. She opened the door to the supply closet, and called him forward.
"Come sit here, Bobby. I want to talk with you." Her voice was shaky, like when you ponder something sinful. He stood before her with both hands shoved into his jeans.
"Yes, ma'am ... ?"
"Is there something wrong, Bobby? You have a curious look on your face. You look pale."
"No. I-I was just wondering why you wanted me to stay after school. What did I do?"
"Nothing. I just want to have a chat with you. I think you have talent. Someday you'll be a fine artist, if you work hard. But you seem so preoccupied. Why? Don't you enjoy my classes?" She sincerely liked Bobby for his sensitivity, which she found rare in males today.
She sat on the chair beside her desk. From where he stood, he had a clear shot of her legs. She swung her chair around so he could see under her skirt while they talked. She pretended to be interested in hearing his answers while she stretched her legs out in front of her and made sure the skirt rode up high enough on her legs. Occasionally she rubbed the insides of her thighs is if they itched.
"I don't-don't know, ma'am. I just got something else on my mind, I guess. I don't know ... "
"Stand still when I'm speaking to you. I want to help you. You don't want a bad grade, do you? I'm going to have to see a better effort on your part before I can pass you. Do you understand that?"
"I didn't know I was doing so badly in your class."
She paused, then asked, "Bobby-do you like me?" She looked quickly around the room as if there might be someone hiding in it. Then with both hands she slowly inched her skirt up over her crotch. "I like you a lot, Bobby. You're not like the rest of those bullies. I imagine they say all kinds of dirty things about me, don't they? Do they say they want to fuck me, Bobby? Bobby, Bobby, look at me, no, not in my eyes-down here. Can you see my pussy?" He shook his head. "I bet you can't guess how hot it is. You know why, Bobby? You make it that way ... "
He could say nothing.
"Move your hands, Bobby. Let me see you. May I see if it's hard or not ... ?"
Bobby, stunned, dropped his arms to his sides. He could not look her in the eyes, and he felt flushed. This grown woman was actually looking at his prick. He was afraid it would not be as big as some of the others she had seen. She licked her lips, looking at his crotch. What did that mean?
She rolled her buttocks on the chair, leaning back to project her pussy-center. She reached down and grabbed the insides of her panties and pulled them taut over her cunt. It swelled up and for a second Bobby thought she was a boy too. "Have you ever seen a woman's pussy before, Bobby?"
"No, no-not right up close. I mean, I've seen pictures."
"Have you ever had a girl before?"
She pulled the material to one side and her open gash peeked out at him. It was blinding. The long pink slit was contracting and winking at him. The hairs were curling everywhere over it and down the sides of her soft thighs.
"No ... no ... "
"But I bet you know how. Did you ever see your mommy and daddy doing it? If you have, then that's all you have to do. Follow me, Bobby."
She stood up and gapped her legs, rubbing her cunt the way a man would warm up his dick.
She went to the dark corner and stood by the open supply-room door. She looked back at him where he hesitated at the side of the desk. Bobby would not budge. She swallowed her pride and went back to lead him into the closet.
There was not much room to move about inside the closet. There were art supplies and a mop and bucket, and shelves of paints. She was standing so close to him that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. The sweet perfume of her femininity rocked his male senses. Pussy! Pussy!
"What are you afraid of, Bobby?"
"Nothing, Miss Harris ... "
"Then open your jeans for me. You're not shy, are you?"
"No ma'am, but ... but ... but ... "
"Here, I'll do it. You must realize that you're a big boy now."
He wanted to reach out into the darkness to where he thought her pussy would be. He wanted in the worst way to squeeze one of her big titties. They could not be as huge as they looked, could they? But instead he stood rigid, feeling her fingers fumble with his belt buckle, then brush inside his waistline to press the heel of one palm hard into his penis, while the other massaged under his nuts.
She heard him groan in an explicit agony of heat. "Yes, darling-I know how hot you are. Ill fix it. These jeans are so tight. Doesn't it hurt your balls-all jammed up this way?"
"No, I hardly notice them. I mean, I don't know what I mean, Miss Harris. Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?"
He had both hands up to his face, chewing away his fingernails. His face was gleaming with sweat. He looked down and saw her kneeling with her pretty face close against his fly. Oh, wow-the way she stared at him. Then she had his jeans down below his buttocks.
She made herself comfortable on the floor by cocking one leg around his leg, then dry-fucked him like a horny bitch dog. It was too good to be true. Nobody would ever believe that Miss Harris was a cum-freak. It was so good and so funky that he smiled in earnest for the first time in his young life. Miss Harris-his teacher-actually doing all these wonderful sexy things to him.
His penis was not that big and he was not giving a great performance, but he was thrilled that she enjoyed it so much. He felt like a man for the first time, looking at the way she held his prick. Her eyes sexily gazed at it as though it was the most precious thing on earth. She was so loving when she skinned it back and watched it grow bigger. He felt a pain of ecstasy in his prick and she kissed it blissfully away.
The touch of her wet, juicy mouth over the head of his penis made him jerk and flatten out against the wall. In his frenzy he knocked over a pail and it clanged to the floor. They both held still for a moment-would anybody hear it out in the corridor? All the students should have been out of the building by now.
He could not stop jerking his hips, shooting out his cock, trying to find her lips again. She was cool and calmed him down by licking up and down his shaft, then she cupped her fingers under his nuts and squeezed a little. She squeezed harder and he lifted up off the floor and shot off. The spurt missed her face and splattered on her shoulder. She teased with her tongue as if to say that the prickshot had missed and to try again.
"Owee, there's a lot of cum in there, isn't there?" She stroked it with both hands now-keeping it hot to see if he could shoot off again.
This was why she loved going down on virile young boys. Their cocks were so uninhibited, so innocent yet. Young, dumb, and full of cum. No one had touched this kid before; he was riper than a tomato, his prick so stuffed-to-the-brim with cum that some dumb chick was not getting, that it was difficult to hold because it was so intensely hot. His juice had that Pet-Milk flavor; he was not weaned yet. There was a cornmeal substance caked around his foreskin. She licked it and it was grainy, so yummy and virile. He was at the peak of his puberty.
She sucked his dick into her mouth, then let it withdraw and kissed the tip. She skinned it down tight and teased her tongue all around the ridge. Her lips puckered the crown into her mouth, while her tongue attacked the eye of the hurricane. Each time she jabbed her tongue into the slit of his crown he lurched and fucked wildly. Then she lifted it and lapped up one side, from his testicles to the top of his crown, then down the other side to gnaw at the base of the stock.
She pulled back again and looked at its length. "Shove it in my mouth, Bobby. You know how-" Bobby moaned and held on the best he could. She was giving him the full treatment now, the butterfly, the deep throat, the licks under the nuts, and the big tease at the asshole.
"I bet you've never had a blow job before, have you?" she asked with a mouthful of cock.
"No ma'am, I ain't never."
"Hmmm, good. I'll show you how good it can be. You're so young yet. Poor thing." She puckered her lips and flicked her tongue into the slit of his crown again. The cum came seeping out of the tube and he groaned.
"I think I'm cumming-"
"Let it flow, baby! Juice my mouth! I love it!"
"Ohhhh, Miss Harris-damn, you're so beautiful. Your mouth is so hot."
"It's all for you, sweet thing. Am I too beautiful for you to shoot off in my mouth? My lips are hot and I love sucking your prick. You're so strong, so long, so big ... oweeee ... so sweet."
A spurt of cum shot up her nose and she sniffed, and continued to lick for the best of the load. When this kid gave it, it was going to be a gusher. And oh yeah, she knew exactly what to do with it, you could bet your bottom dollar. Shit, she was not risking her job for nothing. If the principal walked in and caught her red handed at this moment, it would still be a bargain to have sucked this young boy's, cock and lick away his bubbly juice-and that reminded her that she had to hurry his climax along because it was getting late. The janitor would be passing by soon.
In a husky voice she whispered to him, "I can feel your cum shooting up through your tube. Let me suck it and help it along. Is my mouth hot? Let me feel how hot your semen is. I want to swallow it." Her mouth clenched down so hard over his big bulb that it caused him pain. He shot off a long slimy trail of semen and it splattered over the roof of her mouth. Her tongue was there instantly to catch the glob and rinse it over her mouth. But his penis was still inside and there was not much room. He would be shooting more soon and it might be more than a mouthful next time. She took it out of her mouth and savored the salty, ball-flavored taste of his cum.
"That was delicious, Bobby. What a man you are." She patted and squeezed his buttocks. Suddenly it flashed in his head that he knew the real definition of man and woman. That did the trick. He shot off so hard that he almost faulted dead away. He fell back and slumped down very near to the floor. She pulled him back up by the root of his cock.
"Yes, I know. It was good, wasn't it? But see what you did? You got it all over my face and hair. I'm a mess now."
She flicked her wrist to sling away the cum stuck to her fingers. Poor Bobby did not know if he should piss, shit, or go blind! He was flat-out embarrassed, thrilled, angry, greedy, cumming ... over and over again until it seemed it went on forever. Then he had to squat and hold his legs open because of all the cum seeping down from his penis.
"Owee ... we're going to need a bucket for you, kid. Sorry, I didn't know ... " She went down for a second time to cleanse and see that nothing was wasted.
When at last she had licked him clean, she stood up. Her clothes were disarranged and her skirt was caught above her waist. The sight of her panties cutting into her fleshy thighs aroused him a little. "Miss Harris-does this mean-"
"No it does not!"
"Oh but please, Miss Harris. Can't I fuck you just once? I-I never did it with a girl before," he pleaded, clutching his penis, the erection gone, but the sexual urge still there.
"Oh look, Bobby. You had a great time, didn't you? I'm very sorry, I don't do the other."
She cleansed the cum out of her hair and wiped her mouth. She looked down at his penis which was growing harder the more she resisted him. She felt pity for the kid; what a man he was going to be. Already his prick was back at full length, not as wild as before, but wiser, and wanting to take it all in again slowly.
"Oh Miss Harris, I'd be so appreciative if you would just let me stick it in your pussy once ... "
"No," she smiled, "you've had enough."
"Please," he pleaded, and involuntarily lost control of his body as it began to dry-fuck. He looked down at himself in surprise as if his penis did not belong to him any more.
"Oh wow. How can I refuse when I see you so hot? I really shouldn't, but I guess it won't hurt."
She raised her skirt and pulled down her panties. She poked her pussy with her finger and fucked herself for a while. Then she wiggled toward him, her skirt up, the drawers half way down her ass. She spread her legs and arched her cunt up toward him. He looked down at her white thighs, curly pussy hairs, and the pink clitoris peeking up like a periscope.
"Fuck me quick. Okay, Bobby?"
"Yeah, wow-"
"It's going to be good when you stick it in me, isn't it, Bobby?"
"Ohhh ... wow, oh wow. You'll really let me."
"Just stick it in me, quick! Hurry s Bobby!"
Bobby was frantic, fumbling, trying to fit his penis into her pussy. His jeans were half off and he could not squat low enough to penetrate up into her pussy hole. He kept missing the target. She was making animal sounds deep in her throat. He fucked out toward her pussy again. Then they were both grabbing at her cunt hole to pry it open.
"No, here, let me do it. You're too slow."
"But I can do it. I want to put it in ... the man is supposed to-"
The mere touch of her pubic hairs over his dickhead burned his crown and pleasure oozed through him. It was too late to stick it in her. The most he could hope for now was to rub it in her naked slit.
"Quick, put it in your pants now. We have to get out of here before someone sees us. And you must promise not to tell any of your friends about this. If you do, I won't suck you again. And you liked it, didn't you?"
"I don't think I can walk ... "
Bobby left the classroom and Miss Harris took a minute to straighten her clothes. What a mess she was with all that cum on her chin! Some was still caked in her hair. "Good heavens, Linda Harris! What kind of a harlot have you turned into? What must poor Bobby think of you?" Well ... somebody had to suck his cherry.
She gathered up her papers, picked up her handbag and started for the door. She saw the janitor leaning on his broom in the corridor just outside her door. Just what she needed! A dirty old man who was also a Peeping Tom.
"Well, well, you holding class kinda late ain't you, Miss Harris?"
She closed the door and stepped out into the corridor. She would do her best to ignore him. Jeremy was pushing sixty-eight and still could not be trusted. She could feel his eyes undressing her. He wanted to ball her but he was no real threat. Then she realized that they were probably all alone in the building at this hour.
"What's your hurry? He blocked the corridor, still leaning on the broom. "Don't you want to chat a while?"
"Look, Jeremy, we've gone through this before and I hate to hurt your feelings-"
He put the broom handle between his legs and started playing with himself. "What is it, Miss Harris? I'm not young enough for you? Just happened to see little Bobby Wills leave yonder. You sure kept him late today-his folks is gonna be a heap worried 'bout 'im."
"Look you! I don't like your filthy insinuations. Bobby is flunking his class."
"Bullshit. How do you flunk art? And don't get so riled up. I was gonna keep your secret."
"What secret?"
"C'mon, Bobby Wills ain't the only kid. I jus' wonder what the principal would think 'bout you sucking off them boys."
"Why you lecherous old peeping goat!"
She moved to pass him and he caught her arm. He snatched her close to him.
"I've been watching you, how you been teasing these youngsters, makin' their cocks all hard. How you show off those watermelon-sized tits, wiggle that sexy ass around. What you need is some of this peter I got. I'll give you what you're lookin' for." All the while he spoke he rubbed her hand over his nasty dick.
"Let go of my hand, creep. You're too old to do anything for me. All an old man can do for me is to show me which way a young man went!"
"Yeah, well, I can suck those hot tits of yours." He tried to feel one and missed.
"I'm warning you, Jeremy. If you don't let go of my hand-"
"Whatcha wanna go down on that young meat for? Them boys is jus' babies. I'll give you a big, hard, juicy prick to suck on. Howdaya' like that, huh, teach?"
"Who needs it?"
Old man Jeremy dropped the broom. The sound of it hitting the floor startled Linda. Then she saw him pull out his penis. It was red and funny-looking, about as thick and round as a pickle. Might not be bad action. He skinned it back and pointed it at her. For an old man he had a pretty good-sized erection. Shit, who said old men could not get it up?
"You know you want some of this here cock. I know how hot your cunt stays. All you radical young teachers are the same-the new breed. Well, I got something that will make you smart enough to teach."
He hunched his peter out at her. She stared down at it longer than need be, but she was momentarily hypnotized by the serpent slithering out of his fly.
"You take a good look," she said as she shifted her papers to one arm and pulled up her skirt, "and eat your heart out, because I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last cock on earth. I wouldn't let you sniff my pussy. And it's good too. Young-hot-stinky pussy in its prime of goodness." She gave him a bump and grind before she let the skirt drop.
But in that flash he caught a glimpse of her long legs and pouting pussy in white panties.
Old man Jeremy was left standing there with his mouth hanging open and his penis harder than a steel shaft. Linda turned and strutted down the corridor.
"I'll get you, bitch," he called after her. "One night I'm gonna pay you a visit and collect some dues."
She crossed the school yard and noticed that there were two students on the tennis courts. As she drew nearer she saw Bill Fitz hitting the ball with Curry Grey. Her heart fluttered at the sight of Bill Fitz. "Come on," she said to herself, "get yourself together. What's with you today? You know what's with you. You're horny. But Billy Fitz is just a kid. So were the rest of the boys that you went down on. Why have a conscience about Billy Fitz?"
They were just finishing up the practice session. Linda slowed her pace to time it so they would meet at the gate.
"Hello, Billy," she spoke, "and hi there, Curry! You fellas were really hitting that ball around."
"Gotta work hard to stay on the team. And the only way to be a winner is to play guys like Billy here." Curry was out of breath and pooped.
Billy looked like a winner all the way. He was tall and lanky, wiry, but quick as a cat on the court. He was headed for a professional tennis career after college. He was a superior player who was easily winning national junior tournaments.
"Don't listen to him, Miss Harris," Bill laughed. "He's as good as I am, but he just won't practice. You gotta practice if you want to be the best at something."
She wondered how he felt about sex. They chatted for a few minutes and then Curry had to split. He offered to give Bill a ride to the other side of campus where his bike was parked. But instead Linda said that she was going that way anyhow, and would be happy to give him a ride. Bill accepted the ride with Linda.
They climbed into her Lancia convertible. It would be a short ride but Linda would make the most of it, although Billy was not the best talker. At every opportunity she glanced down at his shorts. He was sweaty and his raw masculine scent aroused her sexually.
"Have you made up your mind about what college you're going to, Billy?"
She wanted to eat Billy up. All that young, tender meat. But he was not a virgin stud. Who would have thought it, but the guy had a dynamite reputation with the girls.
"I won't be going anywhere if I don't get my grades straight. And I don't know if I want to go to college or not."
"Because of tennis, you mean?"
"That, and Dad wants me to come into the business with him. I haven't got it together yet, that's all."
"What is happening with your grades?"
"I'm just not here, you know? I don't give a shit about history. It's all a bunch of lies anyway."
"All depends on how you look at it, Billy. I know you'll make the right decision."
She stopped in the parking lot beside Billy's motorcycle.
"Thanks for the ride, Miss Harris. See you around."
She glanced down at how the damp shorts clung to his pud and made a big bulge in his basket. She could not help but wonder what his meat tasted like. It might also be nice to suck out of his ass.
There was a blonde girl waiting on the curb in front of the bike. She called to Billy - Suzan Peters, Billy's steady piece, thought Linda. Suzan was a nice enough girl but definitely not his type. Suzan was too mickey-mouse and bland.
"Well have to talk again pushed for time, Billy. Take care."
Chapter Two
All the way home Linda Harris could not get Billy Fitz off her mind. Billy's father was a widower and just happened to be the richest man in the county. He had made his fortune growing grapes. The "Fitz" label was one of the best known in the world.
She had often wondered how she had gotten stuck in a one-horse town like Marinda, California. The way things were going it looked as if she would be stuck here for a while longer. Marinda was near the seacoast near Santa Cruz. She thought that living away from the big city would be a pleasant experience. Teaching art to high-school brats was not exactly the prize of all prizes, nevertheless she loved doing it. She had been teaching at Wilbur High for one year now. She had come to Marinda because her father had died and left her his estate here. It was a cool pad with a swimming pool and the beach just a stone's throw away. She thought she would be able to save her money by living in the house. Things worked out Just fine for the first six months. But there were not any single men around Marinda. Those who were available were too old or married. And in a town as small as Marinda you did not risk balling your neighbor's husband.
There was no way that she could go without a man for very long. She did not necessarily have to ball a guy, sucking his pud was good enough for her. Unashamedly she confessed to being a cum-freak. She had been for as long as she could remember. It had started with her uncle, who was the black sheep of the family, so to speak. He used to feel her and her sister up whenever he could catch them alone in the house. She was too young to know what the hell her uncle was doing at the time. Then her uncle was caught in the act of fucking her sister and sent to jail.
After that awesome period of her life, she became really interested in boys. She discovered that in order to be popular with the boys a girl had to give up a little head action. Yep, she would have to call herself a compulsive fellatrice. Somehow living today made that easy to admit. The new society had done wonders in sexually educating people.
She thought about Fran, a teacher who shared the house and expenses with her. Fran was a cool chick, much like herself, only Fran did not have any trouble finding men. But then she had guts and was a go-getter. Fran had helped her through a lot of crises, but there were some things she did not know about. Like the time Fran's younger brother spent the weekend at the house. At first Linda could not stand the little monster. He was a ten-year-old and the worst brat she had ever seen, but she had to tolerate the kid for Fran's sake. One Saturday morning they were alone because Fran had taken a part-time job at a bookstore. Very often she and Fran strutted around the house in just their underwear, and it became a habit Linda had to fight to break. That morning she had forgotten about Danny's being in the house.
She had gone downstairs into the kitchen tugging at her panties. Danny's eyes were as big as apples as they scanned her naked titties. Just for kicks, she caressed her hips and pulled the panties tight over her crotch. Danny saw it all in one glance. She had told him to come with her up to her room. "I want to show you something, Danny." Danny followed with his eyes on her bouncy buttocks.
She began to make light conversation by asking Danny if he liked little girls or big girls. Once inside her bedroom she locked the door, just in case Fran should happen to come home unexpectedly. She faced Danny and put her hands up to her breasts and squeezed a little. She saw that he was willing, the little bastard. She went close to him and wiggled down her drawers. With no trouble, she got him out of his pants and got his eager little rod into her, but not before the kid shot off several times. She never forgot how it felt having his small prick in her fully matured cunt, and how she used it at her will during his stay. It was neat fucking and sucking men, but they were usually so damn chauvinistic. With young Danny, she had her own private play-toy. She had felt at liberty to do any freaky things she wanted because the youngster was not going to tell.
Later Linda and Fran chatted while putting away the dinner dishes. Fran had slipped a worn tee shirt over her panties. Linda still had on a skirt and blouse.
"Why are men such creeps?" asked Fran.
"What's the matter, are you and Frank having troubles? I thought you two were getting engaged this year."
"Frank doesn't believe in marriage; nobody does any more."
"Stop knocking it, kid. You're lucky you have a man, period. Forget the marriage part of the deal. Shack up and get it while the getting is good. Do you know that most of the single women I know aren't fucking at all?"
They moved into the living room. Fran lit a joint and they got high and had a few drinks. It was then, after she had relaxed, that Linda noted how little Fran had on. Fran, a free-spirited girl, acted as though it was quite proper, and sat down beside Linda on the couch.
Linda took a hard hit on the joint.
"What's your problem, Linda? You look a little pie-faced."
"You know who Billy Fitz is? Well, guess has a thing for the kid? And at her ripe old age of thirty. Me!"
"You're kidding-he's just a boy."
"He's a senior, graduates this summer. You don't have to tell me, I know better. I feel like I'm his mother."
"Yeah, but he's a cute thing. I hear the girl students talking about him all the time. They say he's hung like an elephant. Goes around with this Suzan Peters kid.
"I know, I saw her today after school. A perfect size nine. Look at me! My boobs are big enough to be basketballs. Look how much weight I'm gaining sitting on my ass all day. Every pound I gain goes right to my ass."
She took another hit and looked down at her large thighs. She patted them and squeezed the undersides.
Fran flopped back against the couch and cocked up both legs. She took the joint from Linda and had a hard hit. She brought her left hand up under her tit to cradle it.
"You don't know how lucky you are, sweetie. What if you had no tits, like me? My Frank thinks you are the hottest thing to come along since Evelyn West, 'the girl with the treasure chest.' He says you turn him on. Me-what does he care?"
"Listen, Frank is definitely not my type. But when you're done with him, point him in my direction. I'm so hard up to be laid that I would take any man."
"Would you really ball Frank?"
"No, kid, I was just jivin' you."
"I asked because he's been talking about going up to San Jose to one of those Sexual Freedom parties. Do you know that he actually asked me to swap?"
"What did you say?"
"That'd I'd have to think about it." They laughed. "I'm no fool. But seriously ... Frank wants to screw you."
They stared into each other's eyes. "No, I don't think so. I'm just not ready for that kind of action yet. That doesn't mean I'm not hot to be fucked. But Frank is your ole man. You know what I mean, Fran."
"Okay," Fran said, feeling she had come on "But, ah, what do you do? I know compulsive-oral-fetish side, you told use about that. But you haven't dated in some time now."
Linda took the joint back and in doing so, glanced down at her friend's thighs. Her panties were transparent and she could see the neat triangular bush of her pussy hairs. Little Fran sure had a flock of hair growing between her slender thighs.
Now Linda was nervous. She made a clumsy attempt to pick up her smokes from the coffee table in front of them. Fran reclined and gapped her legs wider. She flapped them open and closed as if the gush of air was cooling down her hot cunt.
"Quite frankly, I masturbate a lot. I bought one of those massage gadgets that's shaped like a cock."
"When? I've never seen you-"
"Behind closed doors, sweetie. We have separate bedrooms, you know. And besides it's not something I would do openly."
"Why not? I think it would be interesting. I do the same. Even though Frank balls me three times a week, I masturbate after each screw to make it twice as good."
"I don't think I'd want anyone watching me do that. You can't be serious. And what's with you tonight anyway? All I've heard all evening is sex, sex, sex."
"I want to fuck you! Wow, man-did you have to make me come out and say it?"
Before Linda could reply, Fran leaned across and pulled up her skirt, as if she knew exactly how hot Linda's pussy was, how long it had been since she had fucked a man. Stoned, Fran began testing the softness of Linda's inner thighs and tickling her cunt.
Linda drew back and looked at her. "Why didn't you say so sooner, dummy? I wasn't sure you went that way. Let's get our thing together-I can't seem to find a man who wants my pussy. It would be a bargain considering the price men are asking these days ... "
Fran embraced her protectively. She brushed her lips against Linda's, barely touching her. Linda shivered and planted the kiss and they locked tongues.
Linda could feel her body awakening to the fondlings as she was taken to heights of sexual pleasure she never dreamed possible. Fran felt her ass. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"I've been dying to see your tits. Take your blouse off."
Linda opened her eyes and leaned forward and began unbuttoning her blouse. She had a strange exotic feeling knowing that she could excite another woman. The bra came off and Linda's breasts, looking as large as pineapples, sprung free.
"Don't they hurt you?"
"Only when they're not being played with."
"Without the bra they look so huge."
Fran was hypnotized by the majestic cleavage. She began to suck greedily over them. She bounced them up and down like yo-yos, captivated by how large they were.
"Let's go up to your room, Linda. I want to flake out on your waterbed, okay?"
"Sure. Bring the joints."
They got up and went upstairs. Fran kept her hand on Linda's fine ass as they walked. They went into Linda's bedroom and stood in the dark beside the waterbed.
Fran was becoming more aroused and quickly removed Linda's skin and panties. She slipped her hand under the seat of Linda's ass and cupped her cunt. She could feel the moisture seeping down into her palm from her deep slit. She stroked and stroked until she felt her clitoris stand nice and tall.
"Hmm, you sure are a freak, baby. Makes it all the nicer."
Fran moved around in front of her and parted Linda's legs.
"Oh, now, now ... darling, you're trembling." She was delicate, like a doctor giving a checkup.
Linda saw that she was hungry to do what she had read lesbians did to give their mates a full orgasm. First, she kissed her stomach and over her pussy mound. Fran felt the lava spurt into her mouth; she prodded her head deeper between her thighs, licking for more! She sniffed Linda's organic perfume, and it shook her!
"Oh let me lie down-you're making me weak in the knees."
"Stretch out for me on your stomach."
Linda did as instructed and Fran kneeled beside her, She massaged her neck and shoulders and felt the tension go out of her. Her hands smoothed down along her spine and over the ellipse of her buttocks, Linda's body stiffened at first, a bit hesitant about having her ass stuck up in Fran's face, but she soon relaxed and settled down.
Fran squeezed and molded her buttocks into beautiful shapes. She rumbled them together und made them quake. They were butterballs, quivering like quicksilver. They looked so delicious and soft she had to have a mouthful. She opened her mouth wide and sucked in a yummy cheek.
Linda began to rock and roll, trying to fight off the thrilling sensation of Fran chewing her ass. Frank, dumb shit that he was, probably never did this for her. Men only wanted to screw a chick's asshole-not eat out of it. Actually, the asshole was very sensitive.
She lapped under the ellipse of one buttock; and up and across her anus. Linda twitched. Fran spread the cheeks apart and her tongue flirted with the pinpoint hole.
The crack of her ass was dry as cotton. She gave the hole a good rinsing until it budded open. She did the butterfly around the rim until she thought Linda could not stand any more. Then she poked inside with her pointed tongue.
"Fran ... what are you doing back there ... ?"
"They say women are like cats ... maybe in more ways than they think."
Fran pulled up to appraise her prize. Linda's asshole was as red as a monkey's ass. Bright pink around the outside and a toasty brown around the crater's edge. Directly below the open gash, her pussy pulsated. It tightened, contracted and then boom ... it spread out like a blossoming flower!
Her pussy-lips were thick, like flaps-and her pubic hair grew wild all the way back to her anus. Fran put her tongue back there and Linda exploded-and cum flushed out in squirts-then in lumps. Linda had blown her nuts that quickly!
"Oh wow, you really go off, don't you?" Fran exclaimed.
"I couldn't help it. You make it feel so good. I never had it back there. You're supposed to do that, are you?"
Linda sat up and turned her ass away from Fran. No more of that for a while. Fran wiped her mouth and threw her head back arrogantly.
"It was good, wasn't it? That's all that matters. I rather enjoyed the way your ass tastes. When I first saw you I thought what a sexy ass you had."
"Are you sensitive there, too?"
"Oh am I? Frank did me there once and it really got me off. You ever let a guy fuck you back there?"
"Afraid not. I could barely take your tongue."
"Oh, I can see I have a lot to show you, Teach. You and I are going to have some great times. I also have a dildo that I can strap on and fuck you with. I mean, I'm not a straight lesbian, I don't want you to think that. But I do enjoy mixing it up. I mean, in case you're really hot for a dick, I can screw you with the dildo. Frank uses it on me sometimes when he's too pooped to pop."
"Well have to take it slow, dear. But right now ... " she fluttered her long lashes and looked at Fran's fragile body, "ah, can I-ah, ah?"
"You better. Gawd, I'm as hot as a firecracker! I'd never forgive you if you left me hanging this way."
Fran fell back and spread her legs wide. She began to wiggle her hips as though she wanted to be laid.
"I like the way you look. You're so trim and slender. It's hard to think of you letting a man stick his dick in you-you'd think your body would break in two, that's how delicate you look." She was partially stirred again, gazing down at Fran's sexy body. She was in a trance while Fran continued to twist and squirm her pussy on the sheet.
"Get down on it, baby," Fran pleaded, raising her hips and opening her pussy for Linda to see.
Linda caressed up and down her golden thighs. She leaned over and sucked one erect nipple. The tit was sweet and hot in her mouth. She rinsed the nipple around and then drew in hard on it. Fran wheezed, feeling the caresses draw nearer and nearer to her center, growing hotter, being teased; and little groans of passion escaped her lips.
"I don't know why I'm so damn horny tonight."
They rolled on the bed, a union of twisting fire, until Linda was on top. She felt Fran's buttocks and moved her hands up and down her hips. She came between her thighs and let her softness blend into Fran's. She could feel Fran squirming beneath her, trying to work her clitoris so it would meet her own. To torment her slit even more, she worked her thighs to press upon her pussy.
She was getting a kick out of seeing Fran this hot. Fran had this hangup about self-hatred, which made her overanxious to be accepted. It made her an easy lay to any, man who showed any strength at all. In a funny way Fran wanted to be taken advantage of, so she pumped her center furiously into her crotch, all the while squeezing Linda's tender buttocks, and occasionally putting a finger into her crack.
The finger in Linda's ass brought back the memory of how she had blown her stack. She wanted to experience that sensation once more. She raised up off of Fran and shoved her finger into her pussy, Fran opened up and fastened her mouth to one of Linda's hanging, swinging titties.
Linda hovered over her, kissing all the way down to her flat stomach. She licked into her navel, then down to the crest of her pussy. Her tongue plowed through the entangled hairs until it flirted with the fire of the exposed clitoris. She slurped down the center of the valentine and poked her tongue in!
"Oh, oh, baby-take it from me!"
"It's sweet-it's really sweet." Linda buried her head there, and used her finger to pry the tight lips of her pussy farther open. A flash of pink and a small trickling of milky cum dripped down into the crevice of her buttocks. Her lips were thick and swollen from having to go all day with her thighs rubbing her cunt, stirring up those hot juices, and tormenting her feminine hunger. She ran her tongue down those swollen lips and watched Fran go crazy! She forced her pussy open even further, and the second layer of cunt folded out. Then it, too, received a stinging kiss.
While Linda kissed her, she ran her hands over the inner thighs, testing their softness, patting the soft cheeks of her buttocks.
"Oh, I like it. Kissing your pussy makes my pussy bubble too."
"You can have all of mine you want. Pretend that your tongue is a penis-hot to fuck me. But only I won't let you ... "
Linda stuck her tongue in as far as it would go.
"It's so hot. You're juicy too, Fran. Were you horny today?"
"I'm horny every day. By the time I come home my drawers are soaking wet from creaming on myself."
"I'm going to bite your clit now."
"I won't be responsible for what happens."
Fran went wild and spun out of the hold, ending with her legs down over Linda's face, while she reared back on her arms. She could see Linda's tongue sticking out as she twisted her head and licked dead center at her pussy. It was good to her. She reached around Fran's ass and drew her pussy closer, using the finger again to spread the fat, puffy pussy apart!
Fran was stoned out of it now. She began to fuck up and down on Linda's pointed tongue, trying her damnest to get it all the way up her. But Linda kept teasing her, licking all around the outside, then sticking it back into the pussy slit.
"I want to see what you taste like. Cum in "my mouth, Fran!"
"Reach under me and stick your finger in my asshole-quick!"
Linda began to lick in earnest now.
"I'm getting turned on rubbing my face in your pussy."
Fran smothered the pussy in her pretty, contorted face, streaked with ecstatic passion. The words set off a hundred charges in her mind, and Fran, in spite of herself reached an orgasm. The waterbed made big waves that rocked them, and Fran exploded into moans and sighs of complete satisfaction!
"More, baby, more!"
Chapter Three
Bill Fitz was up early the next morning practicing his serve when he saw his father come out of the house and go into the garage. He backed the Mercedes out of the driveway and parked it in front of the house. Then he climbed out and went in the front door. That was odd. Maybe he had forgotten something. Bill put aside his racket and entered the house by the back door. He went through the kitchen toward the front hall. He had been wanting to talk to his dad about his after-graduation plans anyway. He had been contacted by a scout from the World Tennis League. But his dad was a tough cookie, stubborn and not at all sympathetic to the generation gap. But that was a problem that Bill would just have to knuckle down to.
Bill stopped in the dining room when he heard voices. From where he stood, he could see into the front hall where his dad was coming down the stairs. Right behind him was a honey-blonde in a white silk clingy dress. His dad had made a pickup last night.
The woman was obviously cheap trash, but very expensive for a whole night's work. Supersexy! She appeared to be the typical dumb blonde with a Coke-bottle shape, a tight, tight dress with tassels, and too much make-up. Her mouth was going a mile a minute as she popped her chewing gum. She pulled the gum from her mouth and caught it on her finger. She stuck it under the banister where his dad could not see. With his dad's money, he could have done a lot better in broads, he thought. But then, Marinda did not exactly have much to offer in the way of whores.
"Hey, sweetie, why are we tipping?" she whispered, carrying her shoes in one hand and her coat over her arm.
"I told you. So we won't wake the kid. Keep it down until we get outside."
She nearly toppled over when they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Oh geez, it's too early still. I just wanna sleep. Why didn't you tell me you got up with the birds?"
"Sh ... " Mr. Fitz reached for his attach� case. "Can you walk all right?"
"You better help me-here, let me put my arm around your shoulders." She tickled his ribs. "You old big-cock devil, you! That thang ya' got could cripple fragile li'l me. Sure was good though ... ya' bet ya' li'l ole Aunt Fanny."
Billy stood still until he heard his father's car drive away. Well ... one thing was for damn certain, he was going to have to look elsewhere for advice, but then he was accustomed to being his own parent.
After first period Bill was standing in front of his locker when he saw Eloise Larson approaching. Eloise was everybody's girl. She was known around school as Little Miss Hot Lips. She had a natural thing for Bill because he would not play with her. She was not top stuff, and he, being the big jock, could afford to be selective. He saved his shit for the prissy bitches with money. But Eloisie knew it would only be a matter of time before they got together, only she planned to have him crawling on his knees in front of everybody when they did.
"Hi Billy!"
"Get lost, Eloise," he said without looking at her, knowing she would be wearing that same tight sweater that showed off her boobs, and the skirt that was so short that she was always missing school from having caught cold in her pussy.
"I just wanted to wish you good luck in your match tomorrow. I know you'll win because you're super."
"Thank you, Eloise. See you around, huh?"
"Hey, Billy. What are you doing tomorrow night? Wanna swing at my place? My folks are going fishing up in the mountains. The house will be free ... "
"I don't think so. I'll probably be tired after the match. Thanks anyway."
"We could have quite an evening, massage your tired muscles. I promise not to fuck you too hard. And you know I give good head."
"Hey look, I said no thanks!"
"Well, when are you gonna let me suck you? Promises, promises, that's all you give ... You scared that I'll gnaw that mat off?"
Bill ignored her and walked away. Without realizing it he had meandered toward the art room. Inside he saw Miss Harris standing at her desk surrounded by a beehive of activity. She was passing out paints and drawing paper to the students, who were all eager to begin the period. Miss Harris glanced in his direction and smiled. She had sensed that he wanted to speak to her about something important. She scribbled a quick note, walked over and handed it to him without saying a word. Then she politely closed the classroom door.
"Now class, we're going to start visual units in our compositions."
He heard her through the door. He quickly read the note and then slumped back against the wall. Far-fucking-out! She wanted him to call at her home tonight at eight o'clock. Now that was something to think about.
Things were normal in the George Adam Jones household this morning. At least Mrs. Alice Jones thought so-the toast was burnt, the scrambled eggs were too dry, Dottie rushed away to school and forgot her lunchbox, Leroy, the twelve-year-old, gulped his food as usual, knocked over a glass of milk, and raced out the back door. Spot, their German Shepherd, had stayed in the house last night and shit on the front carpet, broke two priceless vases, and now was out in the back yard barking his ass off at some dumb cat that was streaking through her well-cared-for garden. Alice flopped down at the kitchen table and threw down the dish cloth in total defeat. In a minute now Mr. Jones would be down from upstairs yelling for his coffee and complaining about the delinquency of the students at Wilbur High where he had been the principal for the past twenty-five years.
"Good morning, darling," he said. "Would you be a dear and take the station wagon down to the service station?"
"What the hell for? You can't get gas!"
"To have the oil filter changed. You can do that much, can't you? I mean, you're so overloaded with household chores, you can't take a minute off from your daytime serials to see to the car?"
"You know, George, I was gonna be nice to you this morning. I really was. But you don't deserve it. You don't deserve me or the way that I slave for you."
George sat down.
"What's eating you this morning? For Crissake, what did I do but walk in and say good morning?"
"That is the problem, George. You don't know what is happening with me or the kids, or the dog, or that my mother broke her legs two days ago playing hopscotch."
"She's your mother-not mine."
She stood up and put her hands on her hips, "Oh-oh so now you're throwing my mother up in my face? She told me not to marry you. She said I was sick to want to get hung up with of all things, a high-school principal! A grammar-school principal wouldn't have been so bad. But a high-school principal-God save us! What could be worse to marry except maybe an undertaker?"
"I don't recall begging you to marry into this ghetto dwelling," he retaliated, "with the pool, tennis court, two cars, twelve credit cards, and a clothes closet that could supply the first floor of Gimbel's. Oh boy, you got it so gawdamn, fucking bad though, don't you?"
"George-"
"What?"
"Shut up!"
She raised her gown and practically put her snatch right up against his eyeballs.
"Husband, dear ... do you remember what this is?"
"Pete sakes, put your gown down, will you? That's a fine way for a principal's wife to act."
She stuck one finger in her cunt and made a salute with the other and began to chant-"Oh, say can you fuck?"
"Alice, if you don't stop behaving in such a childish fashion. I'm afraid I'll have to-"
She stopped him short, cold. "George, I'm leaving you. I want a divorce. That's it. I'm through."
"You must be out of your mind. What about the kids?"
"Ohh ... " she waved a hand, "you can have 'em. Take 'em. I give 'em to you. And that damn horny dog, the bullfrog, the six cats, the canary and the bills. I don't even want a settlement. Just out!"
"Be sensible. That would cause a scandal. Our folks would pitch a bitch."
"Here I am, a woman of forty-two years, and I am still living my life for my parents. Get out of here, George, and go to school. But one of these days I won't be here when you walk in that door?"
After her husband left for school Alice Jones played with herself. How wicked she was! She did not have any scruples when it came to loving young boys either. She was the one woman in Marinda who would not deny herself sexual pleasure. She admitted openly to her circle of horny friends, "Why should I waste away and let my cunt-hole dry up? Tell me that. I love to ball: I love to go down on big cocks. You all-really-do too. I won't be a phony like some of you and our other suburbanites who have to live in the Valley of the Dolls and become neurotic because they don't fuck enough. Holding on to the strict religious restrictions with one hand, and beating the meat with the other! I figure that any prick that can come hard is old enough to mouth." It was easy to see why she didn't have very many female friends. Most of her girlfriends didn't trust her around their husbands.
She was a trip and she knew it. Men only dug her because she was an easy lay. (That is, if you knew how to appeal to her childish side.) She was like most voluptuous women-she walked by and turned every young man's head. Now she had a fear of growing old. Her mammoth-sized breasts that once were her most attractive feature were beginning to sag. So much so, that each morning she faithfully worked out with an exerciser to strengthen up her pectoral muscles. Seeing herself do so made her realize just how important a big chest was. Those big babies were instrumental in drawing all kinds of men to her. And when they came they were usually sporting hot and greedy cocks. "If I didn't have big cans, men would never look at me. I know that," she told herself rather vindictively. She had learned to deal with the biological fact that she had winners up front.
She confessed to having a weird, anything-goes personality, except when she said something was not so. If you did not play her weird game, you missed out on some good, good pussy. She spoke openly, frankly, and unashamedly about her sexual appetite. She needed a man to fuck her every minute of the day, seven days a week. Her psyche had a two-sided character. Like a sword it stuck deep in the heart of her cunt. On one side, she could have orgasms repeatedly-each one better than the last-until she went out of her head. She was a nymphomaniac and would ball any person off the street at the drop of a hat. The other side of the sharp sword was the fact that she had big booming tits which made men crazy to dick her. And she was not about to say no, no way. The man who approached her properly had a good balling coming.
Having the body of a goddess and a strong sexual desire had made life difficult for her in many instances. She had completely drained her first husband. He had taken her as a virgin, neither one of them knowing much about sex. After discovering he could not satisfy her, he became overtly jealous of his pals, who flocked around her like wolves, waiting for the fuck. They all knew that she had hot pants, so they paid her compliments which made her damn near cream on herself. There were always some sly insidious remarks about the tremendous size of her breasts. Her husband finally cracked under the pressure, knowing that indeed, if given the chance, she would fuck any man behind his back. Which was true and it did happen; she was simple-minded that way. She knew sex was not dirty, and she had treated it mentally like a child, not minding anyone playing with her toys as long as they were not broken and given back to her.
She remembered when she fucked a real-estate agent. That had been her most risqu� affair. He had come out to the house to appraise it. He was turned on right away and he asked to see her again on a more personal basis. She agreed to meet him in the park one day. They walked to the top of a hill that overlooked the park dwellers. The man was so hot to fuck her, he almost threw her down to the ground. Right there in the sunlight, surrounded by trees and beautiful nature, he sucked and licked her mammoth-sized tits. It had all been so weird. There she was, with this practically total stranger, on top of a hill in the park and him humping to beat the band!
Alice was not proud of what she had become, but saw no other way to satisfy her sexual hunger. True, there had been a succession of youngsters. She had been so horny once that she started hanging out at roadside diners to pick up truck drivers. But then the regular whores called her bluff one day and that was the last time she went there.
She criticized the participants in the sexual revolution and women's-libbers for putting down men, although she felt they spoke the truth about equal pay for equal jobs. But men, as chauvinistic as they may be, were necessary to her sexual wellbeing. If she was not laid more than three times a week-she spooked.
Alice went out into the living room. After taking one look at all the housework she had to do, she sat down and lit a cigarette. She let the beginning of the day sink slowly into her mind. Hmmm-she was horny today. When was the last time she had been fucked? Damn, she could not remember ...
Chapter Four
Linda was standing in front of her closet mirror when Fran entered the bedroom.
"Hey, toots, your dreamboat just arrived. I told him to make himself comfortable."
"Thanks, kid. How do I look?"
Fran gave her a whistle. Linda had on a transparent white lace shirt over a tight, short skirt. With her majestic chest jutting out, she made a sexy picture.
"A knockout! But hey, listen, Teach. I see what you mean about the kid being a dreamboat. Gawd, is he sexy. Robert Redford, eat your heart out. He looks like he's really got a big apple in his basket. I wouldn't mind taking a bite myself. How did you get him to come over?"
"I handed him a note that said I was free at eight o'clock. I haven't got my lie straight yet as to why I asked him over. I'll think of something, though. The important thing is that he's here!"
Fran took the liberty of smoothing her hand over Linda's nicely rounded ass. "Yeah-where Daddy can't watch over him, huh? You could get into trouble with the school board. The kid's old man is big shit around these parts."
"I don't care. Haven't you ever wanted something so badly you were willing to risk everything for it?"
"You don't have to explain to me, sweetheart. Teaching is for the birds anyway. They don't pay you enough money to deal with their little middle-class monsters. I started to be an airline stewardess when I got out of college. I wish I had now. At least there you have a crack at scoring a millionaire. In this town all you get are baldheaded history professors."
"It's never too late-there's still time to blow this place. Hey, I better get down there. Come on down and I'll introduce you to him."
When they came downstairs, Bill Fitz was looking over the record collection. There were a lot of the Beatles and Rolling Stones, and a few Bob Dylan. He would have never suspected Miss Harris was that far out.
"Hi, Billy. This- is my roommate Miss Fran Carson. She teaches English."
"Yeah, I've seen her at school plenty of times." He was very nervous. He did not know what to do with his hands.
Linda and Fran ate him up with their eyes. They made small talk for a while and then Fran excused herself, making it very plain that she would be out late tonight.
As soon as Fran left the house, there was tension in the air. Bill, being as young as he was, was not comfortable with a woman as voluptuous as Miss Harris. She on the other hand, could not decide how she wanted to play out the scene. What did she do, come on strong and snatch out his penis and tote him off to bed? She had to remember that he still saw her as a teacher, an authority figure. If was too aggressive, he might withdraw.
He was so quiet that it made her nervous so she up a joint from the cigarette box on the coffee table. Then she realized what she had done. He saw her holding the joint.
"Well, no sense trying to hide it. We're going to be friends, aren't we, Billy?"
Billy felt better now and sat down. He looked at her for a long while, trying to decide what to make of her.
"I don't see no reason why we can't be. I mean, I think it's great that you took time to see me."
"If we're friends, I can light this joint. Will you have some?" She said it in such a way that if he refused he was not a man.
"Yeah, I get stoned all the time."
She lit the joint. She passed it to Billy and then gave him her side view. Billy nearly choked on the smoke, seeing the silhouette of her big, booming bust. Suddenly he began to weigh the possibilities ...
She drew back the curtain and they could see the ocean and the sun going down. She returned to the couch and sat down beside him. Their thighs touched. Linda hoped that he would soon be too stoned to remember why he had come there.
After a couple of deep hits, Bill Fitz was not himself any longer. In essence he was a better lover than his dad. Miss Harris looked far more beautiful than that whore his dad had brought home last night. Boy ... if the fellows could just see him now! And she sure was making him comfortable. He liked the house because of its rustic, beach-cottage atmosphere. There were sea shells on table, and oddly structured driftwood lying about. An outdated stereo speaker sat in one comer with a host of everybody's favorite albums stacked on top of it. On the wall was a very good painting of a nude male. The artist had overemphasized the largeness of his penis. Perhaps the artist was a penis worshipper, or by emphasizing the male organ maybe she was -saying to her sedate circle of divorcees that she was not a child any more; she dealt with the biological fact that males were different from females and she loved the difference.
The sun went down and the sky turned yellow, then slipped into nightfall. The shades were left open and the outdoors cast enough light into the semi-dark room to make it cozy.
But Bill still was not sure how real Miss Harris was. She had chatted about subjects near enough to sex to lead him into it. She was letting him know that she was a swinger. He had mentioned Bobby Wills in passing.
"Oh? What did Bobby tell you about me?" She laughed in a phony 'all-pro's' voice-not convincing at all. "I knew he couldn't keep quiet about it."
"No, really, Bobby didn't tell me anything."
"I bet he did so. Come on, tell me." She touched him as old friends do.
"Well-he said that-ah, er, you were a far-out lady." He dropped his head and folded his hands in his lap.
She wondered what he meant. "Far-out" could mean anything. The subject was dropped and now she really did not know how to play it. Had Bobby Wills told him that she went down on him in the supply closet?
Billy was hallucinating a little-it was damn good grass. She sat there on the edge of the couch puffing the joint. What great legs she had! They were very long, and very tan, and almost a crusty bronze in color. The skirt was high on her legs and exposed a lot of her "hamhock" thighs.
He was getting horny to fuck her. He didn't care if she was that much older than he was. He was a man and he had a dick and he could fuck good. He knew that because he had laid it to Suzan so good she could not go to school for two days. And everybody always talked about how big his cock was. He wondered if Miss Harris thought so. For what other reason would she have invited him to her house? He began to weigh the possibilities again.
This time his penis helped him. It throbbed and surged down his leg. The heat of it against his leg made him think how nice it would be to roll it on those big, pretty thighs of Miss Harris'.
He was getting hot flashes grooving on her legs. His overactive imagination was conjuring up all sorts of fantasies. He freaked off legs like hers: the thighs looked so tender, so round and fully packed. Her fleshy thighs indicated that her pussy was constantly smothered in them. He knew her drawers had to be wet.
He moved closer to her. She pushed back into the corner of the couch. She looked at him in bewilderment, then came close for his kiss. It was a good kiss. It was a very good kiss. He was immediately hot to fuck and curious to feel her big tits. He wanted to see how soft they really were. He almost rushed it when he cupped one clumsily.
He had to play it cool because he knew other guys had made eyes over her big cans. He had to come in through the back door to make sure he stayed in her house of pleasure. She could not help but wonder why he was not groping over her chest. Was not that the reason he had come tonight?
Actually, he really did not freak out on big breasts, but he could get off into a trip over boobs Miss Harris' size. Her sweet breasts would be just that much more sugar in the pot, so to speak.
He began to work on her in a hurry before she changed her mind. She might be the wishy-washy type who loved to talk themselves out of doing "nasty" things.
"I shouldn't let you do this," she said. "That's one of my problems. I don't know how to say no. You just have to touch me and I'm all yours." Her voice sounded like it came from a distance, like from a well-guarded place deep within herself. "Is that what Bobby told you about me? That's it, he probably told you that I'm a pushover."
He had learned from his dad a long time ago never to intervene when a woman is fighting with herself-lay back and wait. She did not want him to see how desperate she was to fuck.
"Golly, you sure have nice breasts."
"I'm glad you didn't call them tits. I hate that. But thank you. They're too big, though."
She protectively dropped her right arm across her peaks. He had to prove to her that he was not a kid, and he came here to fuck and not horse around. He firmly moved the arm aside, and almost cruelly squeezed her right tit. She shriveled up in pleasure like a sun-dried plum.
"Oh, Gawd, I've been waiting so long for you to do that. You just don't know how I dream of you, Billy Fitz."
"Oh wow! I don't believe it. I-I never thought ... you know what I mean, I wanted you too. But I didn't think you wanted me in the same way as I wanted you."
"Billy, don't talk, just take me. Just this once have pity on me."
She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the couch. Her hands brazenly guided his hands over her tits.
"Feel me. I love to have them squeezed. It feels so lovely when a man does it. Nothing happens when I do it."
Again her voice was not directed to him specifically; it could have been any man off the street moving her blouse off her shoulders to see her play-pretties.
She was genuinely embarrassed for a moment when he saw her mammoth-sized breasts exploding over her bra. They were a shock to his eyes. Seeing them that way, bubbly swells of honey mounds, turned the ballgame completely around. Bingo! He saw now what the other boys boasted about. Miss Harris had knockers so majestic that they sprung right up and kicked you in the eye!
He just could not believe a woman could that much cleavage. The bra was a super designed to the last detail to hold as much as possible in. Her breasts had to measure a good thirty-nine inches.
He reached back to unsnap the bra. He fumbled in the dark. She obligingly offered to do it. "Here, you better let me unsnap it. This damn thing is a bother ... "
Her tits dropped like a flash of lightning that illuminated the room. She was deeply tanned and the better portion of her breasts were milky white topped by perky, chewy red nipples. He captured one and moved it around her chest. It was full and heavy, and just touching it made his penis harder than a rock!
She removed the blouse and bra and threw them to the floor. She looked as if she was thinking: "Well, let's see where this takes us. It doesn't matter if he's good or not, as long as I get mine." Her lips drew thin, her eyes smoldered in desire.
Her auburn hair made a beautiful halo around her sleek bronze shoulders, and her white breasts hung down like grapefruits, like headlights glowing in the dark.
Bill felt down her legs to her center. The moment he touched her pussy she started to squirm. No pretense. She was a hot nymphomaniac.
His dad had told him to always be a man. So he cleared his throat and spoke up. "Let's get you out of this skirt."
She stood up. There was something sexy about the way she unzipped her skirt. She looked relieved to be free of it.
He saw how pretty her ass was. Her panties were damp enough to cling to her buttocks. Her ample butterballs sat in them nicely. It was sexy to see how the material had slid up the crack of her ass. She turned around with both arms across her chest.
"Where's your bedroom?"
"Upstairs. I guess the couch would be sort of uncomfortable."
She led the way out of the living room into the hall and up the stairs. To the left, straight back, was her bedroom in the rear of the house. The moment he walked in he felt her sexual presence. It was like being in a spider's web, and wanting to be there, but scared to death the pussy was going to be too good.
A waterbed was against the wall under the side windows. She pulled the blinds to let moonlight in.
Bill could not believe how good Miss Harris was at sucking his cock. When she went down, she went down! Most girls had mouthed his cock as though they were obligated to do so. If you had an abnormally large cock, they were happy to take the sting out of it so it would fit their cunts. Some girls would blow you off just because they did not want to fuck you. Not Miss Harris. She looked as though she really enjoyed eating his meat. She played her role of educator very well, but behind closed doors, she put the male first. In the privacy of her home, with nobody looking over her shoulder, she did not fuck around with her personal kicks.
At first she stretched his penis along his thigh without touching the crown. She wanted to see just how long she could make it. She got off on king-sized cocks. What a surprise she must have gotten when his penis stretched to its full, massive size. She lurched back and looked up at him with sexy blue eyes, as if to say: "You should be ashamed of yourself." He became embarrassed. All his life he had been teased about the size of his cock. His buddies gave him nicknames like "Elephant Walk," "Bull," and "Tree Tops". And to see her stare at him as if he was a living freak threw him for a loop. Was he really that huge? He looked down and tried to measure his cock in his mind. His dick was the same length as her face from forehead to chin. Then a totally different look came over her face. One that might have said: "I'd better get into eating this cock. After all, how often does one get the chance to suck on a truly gigantic prick?"
He heard her smack her lips and he shuddered as from a shock of electricity. Her mouth opened and he closed his eyes in anticipation. It was like a hot oven had captured his dickhead, hot and juicy. She put just the slightest pressure on his dick. She gagged it and let the goodness simmer a bit. She wanted to see if he liked her mouth. "You're a beautiful lady," was all he could say. They both waited while his dickhead surged as large as a good-sized apple. When the crown was as hard and sensitive as she wanted - she began to swish her tongue around the ridge without opening her mouth.
He shoved it into her mouth until the tip of his prick was deep down in her throat. Her gentle fingers slowly pushed him back, to let him know she could not take deep shots too often. From that point on he knew this was going to be the best fucking he had ever had. She wet his crown and let it pop into her mouth. She got off on seeing it wiggle like an uncontrollable wild thing.
She pushed his legs wider apart and settled down to really get into it. She grasped it with both hands and smoothed her face along the shaft. The side of her face was still another intensity of heat. Her beauty meant nothing in comparison to how she adored his penis. She did not need the make-up now, the hours of setting her hair. None of that mattered now. All barriers were down. The door was locked tight.
She ate him as she would a lollipop, with precious pink lips that never seem to quit. Up and down she rubbed her face against his stock, until finally she licked all the way up and gorged on the crown.
"Oh, it's good, baby. Lie down. I want it inside me."
They climbed on the waterbed, splashing around, getting comfortable. Bill took a deep breath and kissed her hard. He was holding a lot of woman, her breasts flattened out against his chest. He kissed her neck and shoulders and brought his lips down to her navel. He put both hands around her thighs. His mouth was above her pussy and she felt his hot breath. Before she could encourage more, he was licking the lobes of her thighs, going from one to the other. At first it was titillating to her, then it became more intense as his wet tongue played over her clitoris.
Her legs opened and his tongue stabbed into her pussy hole the way a cock would. She held his head and squirmed her hips to make her cunt juicier. She fucked his tongue and soon he was frantic and slurping her juices. He was such a dear, sweet, darling boy, so eager to please.
"Not so hard, honey." She was jolted when he had gotten carried away and bit her clit.
"Ohhhh ... I'm sorry."
"Stick your finger in it ... twirl it around a little for me. That's it. We want to get it good and juicy so that big dick of yours will get in."
He rose up and stuck his prick into her pussy. She cried out loud. Then the pain subsided and he was a good long way inside her vagina. A smile crossed her lips, having such a beautiful union, discovering that she could hold his entire length in her pussy. Her pussy contracted and played havoc over his shaft, bathing it in her hot juicy fluid. She drew her legs up and over his back to take more of his cock, stealing it from him by degrees, taking all of it, raping it of its strength, letting it drive in and out, stroking, burning, throbbing to be pinched in the most heavenly feminine funk imaginable.
"Gawd, you sure can fuck good. Do you like me, Billy?"
"Oh, oh, oh ... " he huffed and puffed, " ... best I ever had."
She felt the way his body trembled, and held on with his deep intrusions. That sensation gave her pleasure and she reached up and kissed his ear, then blew into it. "Oweee, Billy. Gawd, you're so strong. I love it, I love it! Get all you want, sugar."
He raised up to his knees, still keeping the fucking going. He wanted to see what she looked like on her back. The moment he saw her large tits rolling over her chest, he reached forward. He grabbed them both and began squeezing and shaping them into cones. The sight of their fullness made his cock surge with ever more strength. He was filling her now, stuffing her with his entire throbbing dick. She reached down and pressed hard into her belly. "I can feel it going all the way up here," she told him, hoping he would lighten up a little bit. But she had invited him over to fuck, and he did not care if he was ripping out her insides. He was sorry but the pussy was just too good to sweet-fuck.
Still hovering above her, he brought his right hand down to tease her clitoris. He had done this with some of the younger girls and it drove them crazy. He was anxious to see what effect it would have on Miss Harris. He touched it and she made a squawking sound in her throat and drew up. The expression on her contorted face said that she had gotten her first climax. Her face flushed red and he felt his dick being propelled nearly out of her tunnel.
"Oh ... keep your hand on my clit. I have this problem ... I cum so often that it pushes the penis out of me. I know that's no fun for you. But if you keep your hands on my clitoris it opens up my pussy more. And it doesn't hurt so much when you go so deep."
He kept banging away and she shut up long enough to have another orgasm.
"Oh wow, let me catch my breath. That second one was a goodie. I can keep going off like this forever and ever-"
"I dig your tits, baby."
"Do you? While you're fucking me like this? Does it turn you on?" She began to cup and squeeze them for his delight. "Okay, I don't mind, but it feels better when you do it. But you can't very well rub my clit and squeeze my tits at the same time. Aren't they monsters!" she giggled like a school girl and pointed a nipple at him.
He raised both her legs higher and bent them back to her chest. He smoothed the sides of her shanks and gloried in her symmetry. Her pussy seemed to get tighter, which made his penis all the harder.
"I'll try not to cum so much," she said. "But it's so damn good."
"You can cum as much as you want. It doesn't bother me." And it did not, because he was getting his fill, hitting all her distant corners where the hot sensations were buried deep.
"You don't mind?" She was surprised because most older men resented her having multiple orgasms.
"That's why I am here, Miss Harris."
"You love to fuck, like me, huh? Okay, I like it all the way in where it hurts. Sometimes I like to be punished-it makes me feel like I'm into my subservient role." Inadvertently she squealed and had another orgasm.
He rammed it to her, again and again, harder and deeper, until she was nearly slobbering at the mouth, gasping for breath. He put his tongue in her ear and milked down her titties.
He felt himself going off slowly and she locked her legs over his back and would not let him go, aware of how he was straining to hold back the explosion. She whupped it to him so good that he became weak-too weak not to let it all come down. A rush of hot, boiling semen was shooting down the tube of his penis. He had never in his life experienced an orgasm quite so soul-stirring.
It was after two when Fran returned home from her date. She lit a joint downstairs before going up to bed. She turned out the hall light and went upstairs. There was not a light under Linda's door so she presumed that she had flaked out early. She went into her room and settled into bed. She thought about Frank before she began to drift into a nice sleep. Then she heard the dull splashing sound of Linda's waterbed going a mile a minute. She sat up and listened more carefully. Sonofa-bitch! Linda still had that kid in there, fucking him to death. She heard Linda moan once or twice and squeal loudly. She had to be getting plenty of good dick to make her cary on so. Usually Linda was fairly conservative in bed. Maybe Bill Fitz was the puppeteer who could pull Linda's string.
Fran laid back down and masturbated herself to sleep, listening to Linda going off every two minutes.
Chapter Five
Friday morning was a bright, sunshiny day. It was a top-down day for sports-car enthusiasts, and Alice Jones had her top down, impatiently waiting for the signal light to change at the intersection of Elm and Arlington streets.
"Hello there, Alice! How are you? You're looking well."
Oh damn! That Mr. Fitz again. Oh God, how he bored her! He and all the other old men like him; walking, talking, hungry, sticky cocks! Sitting beside him was that floozie he had paid to screw. A lot of nerve this man had, parading a common prostitute around like she was royalty.
"Good morning, Mr. Fitz. And how are you this bright sunny day?"
Alice then fixed her gaze straight ahead to discourage any further conversation. Then the traffic moved forward and Fitz was right alongside of her in his convertible.
She went down through the gears and zoomed ahead onto the highway. She tried to relax and enjoy the day. The beach would be beautiful this morning. She had woke up with a burn that was hotter than fire in her pussy. She just had to get out of the house. Okay, so she was out of the house, but where did an older woman go to get screwed?
This morning while dressing she had admired her reflection in the mirror and asked herself: "Why do you let yourself suffer so?" Her eyes darted to the mirror and swept over her luscious body. She examined every inch of herself and concluded that she was not a bad-looking woman.
She would have been very pretty had it not been for the horn-rimmed glasses she wore. She very seldom used any makeup because she believed in natural beauty. Her hair style could be changed, she would agree to that. It was sort of droopy and stringy and she wore it pulled back into pigtails on the side. But the ash-blonde color went well with her deep, tan complexion. Her bustline stood out magnificently and gave her bodice a sharp line.
The rest of her molded down to shapely hips and ample, sloping buttocks. They were firm enough and nicely proportioned to make the whole picture quite exciting to see! She had always had a weight problem and dieted often. The extra pounds seemed to center around her buttocks and the backs of her thighs; the abundance made her feel uncomfortable, but the added weight turned men on. She knew this because when she wore her shorts, men would take a second look at her. It built her ego and she thought "why not excite a little?" She was healthy and her sexual appetite could certainly handle anything that came along in the form of a cock.
Alice pulled her car up in the beach parking lot. She thought she would try a new stretch of beach today. She usually came down to the ocean every sunny day; it was not a long drive from Marinda. She could not shake the feeling of time passing because she was so much older than most of the girls there.
What the hell, she had a right too. These young bitches could not hog all the cocks for themselves. Besides, with her sunglasses on there was no way of telling how old she was.
Alice lay on her back and let the sun's rays sink into her body. She leaned forward to check out the scene. Her dark shades gave her a clear vision against the sun.
"Hey, pardon me, lady," a wisp of a voice called to Alice.
Alice sat up and looked behind her. Just coming down the slope were six young people. She was shocked to see that they were all naked as jaybirds!
"Sorry. We didn't mean to frighten you, but you're on private property. This stretch of beach is restricted to nude bathers only."
It took a little while for Alice to fully understand what was happening. Simultaneously she tried to see each of the six kids. There were two boys and four girls.
The girl who spoke to her was a cute little package with dark hair and almond eyes. She was by far the sexiest of the group. Next to her stood a husky redheaded kid. On his arms were a brunette and a sultry, long-haired blonde. The other boy was a tall, bearded lad; he too had red hair. He had his arms around a tall, slender, velvet-black girl. Her body had an oily sheen and she looked sculptured, having the form and figure of a slinky tigress.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see any signs-wow, I thought I had found myself a paradise," Alice embarrassingly explained.
"No, you're not doing any harm. You're welcome to stay if you like," said the sultry blonde.
Alice got the impression that the blonde was the one all these guys were fucking. She looked like a gang banger who loved every moment of it. Everything about her was phony. The blonde hair hung over one side of her face to give her that half-hidden look. She looked too tender between her thighs, and Alice knew that she balled a lot. Take away the hair and the dark eyelashes and she would not be so hot, but Alice could see how a man would enjoy sticking a thick pud into her ass!
"Our buddy's father owns this beach and we're having a forum here today."
"Oh," Alice said, wondering what she had gotten herself into. "Are you absolutely sure I won't disturb your fun if I stay? I don't have to take off my clothes do I?"
The brunette shifted her weight and her tits distorted. "No, you can leave them on." Her hand went to her hip as she arched it. "That is, if you're afraid."
They went off down the beach a ways and began to frolic in the surf.
The sun was getting hotter and she was nearly roasted. Alice sprang up and looked around her. There were more people on the beach now, drinking beer, roasting hot dogs, singing, and running about nude. She blinked. A couple of the fellows were passing out joints and Alice assumed they were all high.
To her left, downhill, there was a couple sitting together in the sand. The girl was an elegant, sweet-looking creature with long, black hair. She did not have much of a bosom and her frame was long and slender. She was sitting between the boy's legs with her back to him. The boy was extremely hairy and he sported a handlebar moustache. He began hunching his penis into her ass. Alice could not believe her eyes and looked closer. There was a strange look on the boy's face as he dry-fucked the girl's back.
Directly in front were three more youths, two boys and a skinny little girl. She was leaning back across one boy's lap with her legs stretched open toward a short, stocky boy hovering over her. Both boys began to feel her up while she giggled and fought off the passionate tickles.
There were all kinds of things going on around Alice. She wanted to take off, but she did not want to appear prudish. She pretended to be enjoying the sun for a couple of minutes. Besides, the other half of her wanted to see someone get fucked.
A handsome lad walked past her. He smiled and she sheepishly grinned up at him. Curiously she let her eyes follow him as he joined the party-looking back once.
The girls were running about laughing, pouring sand from a wine bottle over all the naked bodies. The little brunette stood over the handsome lad and poured sand over his penis! Alice sat up to see better. Wow! What a scene this was turning into, she thought. Look how horny that kid is making all those young girls. Wow, they can't take their eyes off his cock. It's as if they are hypnotized by it. Ohhh ... but what a lot of meat! Look how long his dong is, wiggling around, flopping from one leg to the other.
The boy leaped up and shook the sand from his body. Alice's eyes lay fixed on that long thing hanging between his legs. Then she saw him look at her. Oh! He was coming to pester her. What must she do now? She did not particularly want to talk to a boy as young as he.
As he came toward her she gave him a quick once-over. It was hard to tell who was getting the bigger thrill. But she would not let her eyes look down at his penis, although she was dying to see it close up. He was almost there and for some reason she was really getting scared.
The boy stopped at her feet. "Howya' doin'? My name's Mike."
Alice did not know what to say and she suddenly felt terribly naked. The small strips of her bikini were not covering much of her.
"Hello, Mike. I'm doing fine, thank you."
The sunny weather made her feel too sexy and there were hot sensations gurgling up in the depths of her vagina.
"What's your name?" She heard him ask, and her breasts felt as though they were going to burst, absorbing the sun and being looked upon. She was certain Mike had noticed how oddly she was behaving. Damn it! What an eyeful he was getting looking down into her bra.
"Oh ... my name is Alice." She raised up and quickly yanked up her top. While she adjusted it, her tonnage of soft mounds quivered and bounced around. If Mike had not gotten an eyeful before, he was getting it now.
"I saw you sitting here alone. May I join you?"
In a fleeting glance she caught sight of his naked lower body. Her eyes sparkled examining his muscular legs and his penis. She fluttered her lashes, breaking her concentration. Subconsciously she had thought of her husband and compared him to the youngster.
She did not answer his question, and Mike dropped down on his knees before her. She saw him slyly gawk at her titties where they pushed out of the small halter.
"No, I don't mind, but I was just about to go in for a swim." It was a flimsy excuse to get away from him, but the best she could think of. She had not really wanted to go in that awful cold water; all she wanted was a tan and serenity.
"Don't think I've ever seen you around before," Mike said, visually exploring the pout of her femininity swelling out against the crotch of her briefs. He figured that the sun was making her a little horny; everybody knew that was why all these chicks came down to the beach. Shit, they did not really care about the sun. Women were natural-born exhibitionists, especially the younger ones. They wanted some guy to look at their pussies and tell them how pretty they were. The best way to do that Was to get half-naked, or naked.
Alice was a bit old but if she was feeling her oats, he might get lucky. She was the kind of woman you wanted to take a lot of time with, to tease her because she thought she was hot shit. He could see that the bitch cared a lot about herself. Her tan was too dark, which meant she enjoyed showing off her voluptuous body. She had too much of everything. The Coke-bottle shape, the big tits, a seductress in the disguise of a sexbomb! Whenever he saw an older woman prancing around and trying to be young again, he made a beeline for her. Most fellas saw them as being unapproachable ... but he saw it as the woman having a pussy so hot that she had to show everybody. Her only defense against getting raped was to show the cold, unapproachable front. Not only that, but the more they said no, the harder his cock got. He did not mind proving to a bitch his reasons for wanting to fuck her-she at least deserved that much, considering the fuck he was going to give her.
"No, I've never been here before. In fact, I didn't know it was a private beach," she said annoyedly, noticing he was taking full advantage of his position. He was looking straight up between her legs.
"Yeah. It's beautiful, isn't it? A buddy of mine owns the place. You should see the inside of his pad up there on the cliff. It's really fancy and he's got all these psychedelic decorations. During his summer vacation he comes down here and gives parties. I think his old man is a millionaire. Really groovy, huh?"
He was not getting through to her, but he had to warm her up. Then he saw the gold band on her left hand. "Are you married?" He let it slip and his tone was one of disappointment.
"You certainly ask a lot of questions, don't you?"
"Well, are you? How old are you anyway?"
Alice let her face go blank and she sat up straighter. She raised up on her knees and brushed the sand off her arms. She dropped her head to one side and snarled her nose in the snobbish, typical suburbanite fashion; one that is used to getting rid of cockhounds. The whole gesture made him want to screw her all the more. He promised himself if he got that lucky he would make her jump on his dick.
"You should never ask questions of a woman," she said with a husky voice. "Excuse me, but I think I'll go in for a swim. Then I must be going."
She thought about how cold the water would be. But the kid was making her uncomfortable and too self-conscious. It was different-sitting and chatting with a naked male. What would her husband say if he could see her now?
She stood up and immediately pulled the bikini down to cover her fanny. It was nearly impossible, she realized, now that the boy was there gawking at her.
"Well, listen,"-time was running out for his play-"why don't you give me your phone number? Or better yet, stick around for a while if you have no place to go."
"No thank you," she replied, as coldly as she knew how. "You see, I do have some place to go."
"Well, whatever's right-" He looked down at her openly now, wanting her to see how much he wanted to fuck her. His hands absentmindedly scratched his penis; it moved and wiggled about. Their eyes locked. She looked away toward the horizon.
She took her first step with weakening knees, knowing how much there was of her exposed to his scrutinizing stare.
Mike looked at the bikini cutting into her fleshy, juicy, deeply tanned thighs. Her buttocks were practically spilling out of the bottom and quivering like mad. After she had adjusted her bottoms over her ass for the first time, she made no further attempt to keep it from pulling up again. Now the back of her bikini had risen over her cheeks and pulled up into her crack! He could see where she had changed bathing suits. The tender whiteness of her cottontail outlined her ass. That made it all the more exciting, knowing that at first she had been afraid to reveal very much of her ass. Then as she must have gotten homier, she became more daring, and adorned herself with the shoestring bikini.
His penis thudded against his leg.
She turned and looked down at him as if asking, "Have you gotten your eyeful yet?" No matter how frightened she may be, she knew she had a fabulous body.
"Well ... see you later." He lay back on his elbow and watched Alice tiptoe through the burning sand, moving around the group of kids near the water. A couple of the cats sat up and took notice, and a lot of heads turned, following Alice into the surf.
Yeah, yeah! He had to try at the pretty pussy once again. He was going to sit right there and get himself together. There must be away of keeping her here.
He was still there, lying beside Alice's beach bag and towel, when she came out of the surf. "Did you enjoy your swim? Pretty cold, wasn't it?" he asked, flat on his back, looking up at her, his legs crossed, his penis as stiff as a board and pointing skyward. She saw it in a series of flashes, wanting to, and not wanting to.
Alice thought: "Oh, I know what you are after, youngster. You are very nice, but not today. Besides, kid, you don't really expect me to take on a cock like yours, do you? Let me get the hell out of here because there's no telling what these hippie kids will do!"
She quickly began to gather up her things.
A smile crossed Mike's face. He was digging her reactions. She pretended to be a little shy because of her paper-thin bikini was soaked. It was not concealing anything now and he could see her cunthairs.
She started to leave. "Well, good-bye."
He leaped to his feet and caught up with her. "Say, listen, why don't you stick around and join the party? We're all good people, and you're very welcome."
She walked just a little a head of Mike-her ass shaking violently, outlined clearly by the saturated bikini. She looked back and resented his admiring her luscious body.
"No thank you."
They reached the top of the hill and the beach house was to their right. It was at this point he had planned to stop her and talk her into having a drink with him. But Alice was not giving him time to make a pitch. She was at her car before he could catch up with her.
"I really do have to go now. Some other time maybe ... "
"Tomorrow?"
She stared him straight in the eyes. "I can't say about tomorrow." She removed his hand from the car door and opened it.
"Why can't you?"
"Listen, I'm trying to be nice. I'm a married woman and I don't think my husband would like it. Would you like for your wife to-"
"Bring your husband along. I just want to get to know you."
She sincerely wanted to believe what he said. "No, I'm sorry." She climbed in and tried not to see him.
Mike leaned over and peered down at her breasts. The halter was wet and her tits were so big that they overpowered him. "Hey, look, if you change your mind, come down tomorrow morning. I'll be here. I don't have a girl and I'm here alone."
Alice rudely drove off.
Alice arrived home before her husband. She showered and put on comfortable jeans and a tee shirt. It was not exactly the most glamorous way to greet your husband at the door.
"Hi dear, how did it go today?"
"What's for dinner, Alice?"
The dinner was eaten in silence. George knew there was something about Alice tonight but he was exhausted. It was best to let her go off into her little mind once in a while.
"Oh, by the way, did you make up your mind about going to Fitz's for the weekend?" she asked. "I promised to give him our answer by tomorrow. I heard it was going to be quite nice. What shall I tell him?"
"Oh, I don't think so. Maybe you should go without me."
"That is definitely out, thank you. I'd rather stay home." She got up from the table and began clearing away the dishes.
"Gawdammit, Alice! Aren't you wearing your jeans a little too tight?"
"They are very comfortable while doing housework. And since when did you start to notice? I didn't think you gave a damn."
"Comfort is one thing but I don't want you showing off your ass!"
"I hear it turns real men on." She was going to wash the dishes, but the hell with it. She would do them in the morning. What she needed was some grass or a drink. She left the kitchen and went out into the living room. George followed behind, bewildered.
"Hey, what's the matter, honey? Did I upset you?"
She flopped down on the couch. "When don't you upset me? I'm bored to tears, that's what!"
"Bored? Hell, you have everything. I don't understand it. Hell, a man works his nuts off trying to pamper a woman and all she does is complain about how little attention is paid to her soppy cunt-hole. How do you think I pay for this house? I'm getting pretty fed up with your whining like a damn child. You don't appreciate a damn thing I do."
"Ohhhh, fuck off. Who the hell do you think you are? I have my own money, you bum. All I have to do is ask Mother and she would give me enough to live very well, certainly bettor than in this dreary mausoleum."
"Oh, look, honey, let's talk this thing over, huh?"
He moved to touch her and she got up and turned on the television. "Here's your seven o'clock news report. You don't want to miss that, I know," she said sarcastically.
"Don't be that way, Alice. What's bugging you?" His heart rushed into his throat at the sight of her breasts quivering underneath her tee shirt. He had known what a nymphomaniac Alice was before he married her. She had always been in a state of unquenchable sexual hunger.
His penis was getting hard and he wanted to at least rub it against her body. He tried to embrace her. Alice stood perfectly still. He grabbed for her tits as he had been wanting to do all evening.
"Why don't we go up to bed early before the kids get home?"
"No, I don't think so ... not tonight."
"What's so different about tonight?" He played between her legs and teased her clitoris. No reaction. She was cold as ice cubes.
"I'm not kidding." She pulled her pussy away from him. He snatched her closer and took a firm hold, grasping her tits and churning them around.
"Please don't," she said weakly, twisting away from him.
This time he tried to go down inside the front of her jeans. Alice bolted with trembling legs and squatted so he could not. They struggled and soon he had torn off her blouse. Her breasts were like hot, tasty peaches mixed with whipped cream. They rose up, impatient to be tongued. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down toward her tits. He began to chew her nipples, then lick under them, just where the softness swelled heaviest.
He licked faster as Alice panted heavily. She cried out so loudly that he thought she was going to disturb the neighbors. Her thighs gapped open when his lips reached her navel.
"I hate these damn pants! I don't see why women have to wear them," he grumbled as the tried to get them down. Once they were off he pulled her down to the floor. Her pussy was exposed to him now, pouting, parting, moist with her building passion. He wanted to kiss her cunt but he would save that for last.
He turned her over and kissed the bend of her knees. He licked all the way down to her trim ankles. He pulled one foot up to his mouth and lapped in between her toes. He wanted to make sure she was good and hot so he could drive a stiff cock into her.
From her toes he licked up along her legs until he reached the backs of her thighs. He saw her beautifully formed buttocks, shaking and distorting into mounds of hilly, feathery softness. He slowly extended his tongue downward to draw out all the fire stored in his wife's volcano. He began to chew her flesh and went lower into her valley.
Suddenly Alice revolted and tried to push him away. He was stronger and held her down. He went on kissing her, while forcing her legs to a spread-eagle position. He chewed on her clitoris and made it stand stiff as any cock. He was slowly hypnotizing himself, psyching himself up to give this beautiful witch the grandest time ever.
She angrily wrestled free and folded her arms defiantly. '"Now ... what about Fitz's party?" she asked in a tone of finality. "Do you want to go or not?"
Chapter Six
To Alice's surprise, the beach was empty the next morning. She got out of her car and looked around. Everyone must be inside the beach house.
She pulled her skirt on over her bikini and walked up to the house. Before she reached the front porch, a voice called to her. She saw the dark-eyed brunette standing behind the screen door.
"Well, good morning. Aren't you the lady who was here yesterday?"
"Yes, yes ... I wanted to ask you if I could use the beach again. It's such a beautiful place and if you don't mind-"
"Of course not. You didn't have to ask. Hey, come on in and meet some of the gang. They're all a little stoned right now ... we sure had a ball last night. Come on in."
"I don't know ... I wanted to get some sun."
"Don't be silly." The brunette came out onto the porch and ushered Alice inside the house.
The house was more massive than she had thought. It had a high ceiling and at least seven bedrooms upstairs. The living room was monstrous and bare. A couple lay sprawled over a mattress on the floor. A stereo blasted from one corner. At the end of the hallway she could see more couples in the kitchen smoking pot. She did not see Mike. Then she heard his voice.
"Morning," he said, coming down the hall to greet her. There was a good-looking blond boy beside him.
"Oh ... hi there! I didn't mean to bother anyone. I was just asking this young lady if I could use the beach again."
"Yeah, well meet the owner of the place. Rod Peters."
Rod was puffing away on a joint and went right past Alice. "Groovy, baby ... make yourself at home."
Soon Alice was caught up in all that was happening around her. A young black girl named Dedee was kissing the handsome red-headed fellow. Alice watched through the fog of pot smoke as his mouth fastened over Dedee's, and their tongues did mysterious wonders while his huge hands searched and explored her body.
These young men's approach to sex was different than she had expected. Their method of getting a girl to screw was new to her. In fact, Mike had completely faked her out. She had not thought sex was on his mind from the way he had acted at first. Pretty soon, Mike and some other kids were trying to show her how to take a hit. But she kept coughing and nearly gagging, really wasting their good grass. Mike was very patient with her though, and finally taught her how to inhale without losing the pot. In no time at all, she was beginning to get stoned.
A weird psychedelic record was playing and soon Alice was glassily listening. Everything seemed, different. She was dancing at eleven o'clock in the morning. Mike had taken her in his arms and began to dance dreamily, seeing it as an opportunity to feel her body. She let him rub his penis on her thighs. It was hard and long, and fitted perfectly against her cunt. She knew how badly he wanted to fuck her. It seemed as if he had gone days without having any pussy, waiting for just the right woman. He kissed her, his penis throbbing as his finger slid under her briefs and into her tunnel. She did not mind, she was at last sharing something with someone.
"I was hoping you'd come back this morning," he whispered. "You really blew my mind yesterday. I even dreamed about you."
"Oh, come on now. You must be joking. That's awfully nice to hear, but I don't believe you. Why should you think of me? I'm just like everybody else, aren't I?"
"A lot more."
"I think I'd better sit down now. If you don't mind ... "
"I don't mind."
The rest of the kids were sitting in a group on the floor so Alice joined them. A girl sat directly in front of her, legs crossed under her, her skirt not hiding much. She was a cute girl, long hair down to her shoulders; reminding Alice of her baby sister. The girl gave Alice a big, pretty smile, then put her index finger in her mouth and sucked it. She uncrossed her legs, brought her knees up and rested her chin on them. Her skirt slid down around her thighs, exposing her opening in full sight. She sat tauntingly cute, her slender legs and thighs all curled up as she exposed her cunt. No panties. Just Then slowly, everyone started moving about, some embracing each other, some beginning to dance. Two couples sat on the couch really going at it. Soon some of the girls were starting to take off their clothes.
Dedee and John came together in the center of the circle, the sunlight through the window shining upon their naked bodies. A hush fell and one kid turned off the stereo. John was tall and lean with red hair covering his muscular body. Alice was disappointed that his penis was not bigger.
Dedee had a sexy, smooth brown body, with narrow, soft buttocks. Her breasts were about the size of apples but had big hard nipples. The thing that turned Alice on most was Dedee's pubic area. She had never seen a female with that much hair before. It grew all the way up to her navel-long and curly at the top and bunching into a thick, dark nest at the bottom.
Dedee appeared small beside John's tall, white body. Alice was envious of Dedee's ample, curving, spongy, black flesh and the thighs that looked like circular pillars. Alice could not stop gazing at her thick pussy hair as John's knee rolled up slowly between her thighs. His hands slid exploringly over her body. He held her cheeks, slowly savoring the stupendous spheres. From the way Dee squirmed, it looked as if John was fingerfucking her in the wrong hole.
She pulled out his prick. Alice's heart thundered as she saw his prick swell. Oh, what a good fuck Dedee was going to get!
He laid her down on the floor, paused to gaze on her sumptuous brown body, then laid on top of her, easing his penis into her pussy. Dedee closed her eyes and held tightly to his shoulders. Her titties stood erect like high, dark mountains. John shoved his full length into her hot pussy. She enthusiastically locked her legs over his back. Everyone in the room heard the juicy sound of Dedee's cunt as it sucked in his dick.
Alice held her breath. With her legs up, Dedee was an easy target for John's deep thrusts. She could be badly damaged if he socked it to her just right. That kind of fucking was for an older woman like herself, who could handle the roughhousing. Alice wriggled anxiously, awaiting the connection. The tip of his penis must have touched Dedee's cervix because she bit her lips with almost unbearable discomfort.
Alice, stoned, felt her face flush red and perspiration form as Dedee was squealing, kicking, and biting John. He plunged his cock deeper, and she screamed out, "Give me all that good dick! Owee, baby, get down in it. Play in Momma's pussy and pretended like you's drivin' yo' car ... you know how to get. Shift them gears-rev up my motor. Make yo' dick get rubber in my pussy!"
Alice felt chills swelling over her, faintly aware of Mike putting his arm around her. He cupped her tits, twisting, bring them to a slight sensation of agony. She felt the warm air on her legs as he lifted her skirt. In spite of herself, she spread them open to make it easy for him. He pulled her bikini down just low enough to get his hand inside her crotch. One finger came into her vagina and tickled. She trembled so violently she had to rest her weight against his cock.
When she opened her eyes, John's penis was dangling in Dedee's pretty face. Dedee gazed at it eagerly, lovingly, ready to please him and to suck out the wonderful juices. Alice heard Dedee gasp. She trembled more waiting for Dedee's lips to kiss over John's taut muscles to the pit of his stomach.
"Oh," Alice whispered, as she froze from the heat of Mike's strumming her cunt. Dedee was nearer to John's beautiful, long white cock-her lips moist as if to take the first bite of a lollipop!
Mike gave Alice another hit on the joint. It felt strange to be a part of this daylight orgy. He sensed how horny she must be. And no man but her husband had ever held her this close. She could feel Mike's slimy cock on her legs. It was hard as steel! It was so groovy and the pot intensified everything.
"How do you feel, lady? Stoned?" Mike asked.
"I really think so. I don't know but this is all so very weird." She wanted to have this boy put his prick in her pussy-that was all she was aware of.
Mike was all over her body. He could not keep his hands in one place, there was so much of her to enjoy. He pulled the skirt off. His hands felt good on her naked body. Then she felt her bottoms come down and off her hips. Now he could see the sexy growth of pussy hair. Alice was in her glory, happy that this youngster found her appealing. She might be a housewife with kids, but she still had a few aces up her sleeve. She had the necessary hot cunt to make this boy go.
He opened his fly and struggled with his penis, and it finally came plopping out against her stomach. She melted down along his legs and kissed his skin until her chin touched his penis. Then she felt his cock sliding all around her neck ... it felt so damn hot. She twisted her breasts forward and they bathed his phallus in softness. She opened her eyes to make sure it was all real. When a penis this nice and long challenged her womanhood, she had to take the dare.
She kissed his stomach. His muscles rippled. She thought of herself as a kitten, and used the flat of her tongue to lick down the shaft of his dick. She put her hands on his hips and nudged him back a little, to see how far his cock would stand out. It was like a long hose, rising and falling to stand straight like an arrow. She dragged her tongue over it, becoming so weak she had to sit down.
A boy had been watching Alice and Mike. When they moved to the couch, the boy followed and stood to the side of them. Alice had turned him on, and he began to masturbate, watching everything she was doing. Alice saw the boy beating his meat, hot enough to explode. Her eyes quickly scanned the other boys in the room, wondering if she might dare hope to suck all of their cocks. Would the girls think she was too much of a piggy? Would they resent her being so much older? She did not think so, they did not seem to be selfish people. It was as though they were making her the star of the show, eager to watch and learn, but mostly getting turned on and enjoying it.
Mike stepped up to her face, wanting his cock sucked more. He held her head in both hands and shoved his cock into her mouth. Alice gasped and slowly pulled it out of her mouth. Then she smiled at his prick sexily. She massaged his testicles and a huge drop of cum squeezed out. She immediately slurped it into her mouth. Oh fuck, this kid had good, salty juice. His semen had not been homogenized yet.
They all saw that Alice did have a tremendous need to suck his cock. She was like the stranger who came begging for a meal and it turned out to be a big, long, tender peter.
She did not care what they thought of her now. While she sucked his penis, she took a handful of her cunt and fucked herself. He kissed her once more, wanting her so hot that she could not stand on her own two feet. He shot his tongue down her throat, clashing, with her tongue. They were stretched out on the couch, humping a mile a minute! Her hot milky thighs around his stomach were getting to him. A trickle of moisture seeping from her forest oozed against his navel. He shuddered and cringed with joy and moved down until his dick was pressed hard against her clitoris. He knew that most women went crazy when you fucked their clits for a long while. She whimpered and scratched and bit his ear.
He raised up and slid his cockhead up and down along her clitoris. Alice did not dare move for fear of his meat slipping elsewhere ... and it was just where she wanted it. The lower he knelt, the more she got.
Then he braced himself and let her wiggle on his cock-just like it was a long pole and she was swinging on it. Back and forth, up and down, circling, hunching, and fucking at side angles. He jerked himself up and made her miss her next stroke.
"Don't tease me, baby," she told him.
He gave her less and it drove her nearly out of her mind. Then he bore down and fucked like crazy. He started fucking so fast that all she had to do was to hold still and let him get it. She came right away, and still held on to get another one. It was marvelous as long as she could lay back and pick her time, while he had not got his yet.
He always got so excited when he screwed older women. He turned her over and opened up her legs. She raised up to question what he was going to do next. He patted her ass and squeezed her cheeks into cones. About that time the boy standing up, beating his meat, gave out with a loud groan. Everyone in the room froze to look at him. He was just about to explode, holding on to his shaft with both hands. When he shot off he pointed his cock at Alice's backside.
The boy's cum splattered over her buttocks. A blonde girl came out of the group and spread her hands over the juice. She smoothed it all around Alice's ass, then rubbed her face in it. Mike, hypnotized for a moment, pushed the little blonde girl away.
He got his mind back on what he was doing. He held Alice's hips and put her in the right position. Suddenly she was wiggling and trying to show him where the right hole was. Mike was thinking about how best to fuck her good enough to make her want to come back for more. So he substituted his finger where he had been testing with his cock. It took Alice totally by surprise and she bolted wildly.
He fucked his dick into her asshole. Alice, being an experienced woman, took his fat pud in one easy thrust. His strokes were gritty and burned her asstrack every time she humped up for it. He had something hard and stiff waiting for her. Mike felt like a man with a long cockshaft sitting astride a filly's rump, fucking the shit out of her while she galloped, trotted, cantered, leaped and fucked back. From that point on, it was all easy shots.
Linda Harris was awakened by a pinging sound on her bedroom window. She got out of bed and went out into the balcony and looked below into the garden. She saw Billy Fitz looking for more pebbles to throw.
"Billy ... what's wrong? Do you know what time it is? It's three o'clock in the morning." She whispered down to him.
"I know ... I have to talk to you, Miss Harris."
Billy climbed up a tree and leaped onto her balcony. He caught his breath and staggered drunkenly. He saw how little of her body the gown Linda was wearing covered. She was a shimmering, exquisite picture standing there in the moonlight. He could see her dark nipples through the thin material.
"You better come inside before the neighbors see you." She pulled him inside and warned him to be quiet; her roommate had company.
"I'm sorry to come barging in here, but I had no place else to go. I guess you heard by now that I lost the match this afternoon. My opponent beat me 6-0, 6-4. Everybody is down on me, and I let the team down ... and, and ... "
"Billy, get a hold of yourself. Just take it easy. It's no sin to lose a match once in a while. Well, you know what I mean. But that's certainly no reason for you to get yourself stinking drunk. Are you driving?"
"Yes ma'am, but I wanted to see you," he reached for her, "... you are the very, most beautiful-beautiful woman I've ever seen. You fucked me so good ... I just had to come back-"
"Listen, Billy. I don't want to hurt your feelings. I like you an awful lot," she made her voice sweeter, "but you can't make this a habit. I would lose my job at the school if someone saw you here at this hour. You know how these old windbags gossip."
"Quit the damn job! You could marry me. I have some money-no, I have lots of money. My dad is wealthy. You know what I mean, Teach? Fuck me and I'll give you all my money ... "
"Sweetheart, you're drunk ... "
"I may be, but I can still be a man for you." He staggered back and fumbled at his fly, then snatched out his penis. "See-see how hard you made it."
"I did that?"
"T-that's why I lost the tennis match today. I kept thinking about how good you balled me. I wanted to-to come over here and stick it in your beautiful-I mean, beautiful pussy."
"Keep your voice down. I told you my roommate has company; her boyfriend is staying over. And you have to get out of here. I must be firm. I don't want to have this kind of relationship with you. I don't want you sneaking around in the middle of the night, climbing over my balcony."
The sparkle went out of his eyes and he fell against the curtains. She caught him and held him up.
"Look, Teacher ... see ... see how hard my dick is. It wants to fuck you-wants to go deep inside you like last time. Please don't let it hurt any more."
"Billy, this is so unfair of you to come here this way."
It was no sense trying to communicate with him. She heard the banging from Frank and Fran's fucking. It stirred her pussy and suddenly she realized that it was going to be difficult to go back to sleep without something relaxing. Any time she heard fucking in the next room it made her horny and bitchy-when right here before her was a virgin cock that was aching for anything she wanted to do with it.
"Come here, Billy ... " she whispered, and brought him to the bed.
Billy tripped over the rug.
"Shhh," she hissed, smoothing out the bedcovers.
She laid him on his back, then crawled up alongside his legs and spread his fly open. Billy's cock shot up like a submarine, a big, round, thick cock. She was immediately down on it, taking it all in her mouth. While she sucked it she moved her arms over his legs, savoring the masculine smell of his sweaty body. She removed her mouth and shook his cock out with one fist; it flagged and slung drops of cum from his tube. She gave him one hard suck and he shot his load!
He fell back into another world. Linda fought her conscience for a fleeting moment. She raised her gown over her head and straddled his body. She slid up to his face and projected her cunt down at his mouth. It seemed so unfair to make him suck her pussy while he was so drunk. But he liked her, and had he been in his right mind, he would still have done it for her. Anyway, he was just a boy and would not know the difference.
"Billy ... I'm going to give you something real good, okay?"
Chapter Seven
It seemed to Fran that Frank had been inside her pussy for more than an hour-taking his time, getting his strokes just so to draw out the best of her. There was a funky record playing on the stereo. It was Frank's favorite recording to fuck Fran by. When he got into the music, he did not miss a beat. She opened her legs and let him do his thing. The fucking was too good to think of anything else; she did not need her sexual fantasies to help her reach a climax. It was sheer, funky fucking tonight. She opened her mind and let her senses drift in their own directions, wherever Frank's big cock pierced her pussy, and the sensation was good, so thrilling that his heavy humping into her cunt hole made her toes curl.
Frank laid his big dick deep into the right corner of her cunt. He seemed to enjoy that side of her cunt more than the left. She had often thought to ask him about that. But after her climax, it didn't seem important. She loved it when he had just about fucked out and he had to be still to keep from going off. Then it was her turn to play on his shaft. It gave her the chance to measure it, while the sleeping giant of a phallus lay dormant, erect throbbing with his heartbeat. She had always wanted to see just how far up her pussy his penis could go. Frank had a monstrous long cock and when she had first met Frank, he had told her he was heavy in the dick department. "Baby, if you're looking for a big dong, I got it!" It had taken Fran a long time but she had finally learned to cope with his big dick beautifully, so, when he was deep in her cunt, holding on, it was an excellent opportunity to experiment and make it good as possible.
She loved to tease his prick, knowing that he did not dare move for fear of blowing his wad. She had to admit that Frank had excellent muscle control. He had been afraid of knocking up some chick when he was younger, so he never shot off in a cunt-hole. It was one of the things that made his fucking so wonderfully good to her. Frank really did know what to do with a pussy. He was sometimes cruel and greedy with his cock, but when he hit the right spot, inside her vagina, he pinpointed that spot to make her enjoy it all the more. There was no way he would let her permit her to cheat during the funky fucking. When she groaned, he went full force and buried his cockflesh to the hilt in her, and then went after the sensation that had caused her to moan. When he had her on the ropes, he zeroed in until there was nothing left but a series of orgasms. He almost had his love techniques down to a science, in that he was very sensitive to what made her feel best while they were balling.
It was extra good to Fran because she knew that Frank knew that she had a hot soupy pussy, and that she would fuck every night of the week, if she could. Fucking did not mean just going through the motion of dickshaft in cuntmaw, up and down, in and out-shoot off and then roll over and say goodnight. And not just a fuck that would see her through the week. But each time they climbed into bed they loved each other as if it was the last night on earth. Frank did not bullshit around. When he asked to screw her, he meant just that.
Even now, as he hovered above her listening to the music, she felt as though there was more than one man fucking her. Frank was not only fucking for himself, but also for the man who wrote the music, the orchestra, and the recording crew. When the music was accented on the downbeat, he would plunge to her pussy's depth with a stiff motion. If the tempo was fast and jerky, he would jerk his cock in and out in time with the music. When there was a break, he would stop, pause and begin fucking again on the downbeat. It drove her wild and she would lie back and let him play his soul inside her twat.
Tonight his huge, lovely root felt hotter than ever! It made her feel good to know that his cock was ready to explode, but he still chose to hang on and stay deep in her until she climaxed with him. Frank was sweet that way and he was never selfish with his dick. His temperament, his self-control, has sensitivity, made him the perfect match for her.
She loved the things he did with his fingers while he balled her cervix. The way he would grasp her soft mounds in his hard hands, as if they were ripe tomatoes. While he squeezed her ass he would whisper in her ear how much he loved her softness. He would roll her buttocks to indicate how he wanted her to move. He told her that he loved her asscheeks because he pretended that they were filled with sweet cum that could only come out through her pussyhole. While he would squeeze them she would have slow lingering orgasms as long as he continued to do so.
More and more he had unlocked her secrets until she was completely at his mercy any time they were in bed together. She could be angry enough to scream and throw things at him, but when he had that certain twinkle in his eyes, and she saw the bulge in the front of his jeans, she willingly became his slave.
He got a kick from daring her to go beyond what was normal during intercourse. There were times when they would climb into bed and he would be cold and distant. It was Frank's way of telling her that he desired something special, for he became bored very easily. She did not know what the hell else to do for him sexually, he was balling her cunt dry as it was. He would give her a look that asked how much of a female she really was. The moment his pulsing cock came into her cunt, it felt disappointed that it was the same old pussyhole it had been fucking for two semesters. In a sense, his cockshaft was asking for equality. If there was equality up front, her being a stout feminist, there should also be equality inside the snatch as well. He did not care how much she spouted at the mouth about her feminist's views, as long as she did not bullshit when push came to shove. If there was ever a moment when she even appeared to be cold and frigid, Frank would huff, and puff, and fuck, until he blew her house down.
Frank, in his way, had demonstrated to her that sex could not be learned from a "how-to" book. There was no such thing as casual sex encounters, or sex for the purpose of getting your rocks off. He would not accept that kind of phony shit. This was part of what made him such a good lover. He tried to understand the woman he was balling at the time. He earnestly sought to see what that particular woman's hangup might be, if any. Fran had finally admitted to him that she was a masochist and dug being fucked with a lot of authority, deep and hard. She knew he dug fucking while listening to funky music, so she bought as many funky albums as she could afford. And while he humped her, she would lie back and jack open her legs, and he would fuck her like a mule.
Frank had explained how he felt about fucking: "To begin with, the moment my dick goes into your pussy, I should be still. You know, stick about two inches into your twat and freeze. I mean, don't move a fraction of a inch! That is, if the foreplay has been sufficient, and I got you hot enough to cream without dicking you. This is all a man is obliged to do because the dick is a guest in the woman's house, so to speak. Think how rude it is for me to come barging into your pussy, fucking in strange surroundings, lost. It's up to the woman to make my dick welcome. It's the woman's way of saying, after the big hassle of getting her out of her britches, that the dick is being well received. When the dick first shoots in, it's her next move, to make a gracious acceptance, to smooth away the sharp corners of uneasiness. Fucking, in the real sense of the word, is a much bigger thing than having a table set properly for a dinner party."
Thus she had learned that as soon as he began balling her, she was free to make the necessary adjustment ... Her favorite thing was to tighten down on his crown, and make her pussyhole squeeze his pud. Frank said that she had a "snapping" pussy. She would snap down on his crown until he was hot to come deeper into her tunnel, but then she would cut him off at the pass. He was much too much in love with her to force all the way in, unless he had the green light. This gave her the opportunity to be a bitch with her pussy. She would tongue his ear and stick her finger up his asshole to make him wiggle in circles. Then slowly she would open up slowly and let his hot shaft slip to a deeper level of goodness.
In time she had learned that he really could not stand for her to be too aggressive or sassy. Frank had a very imaginative mind and she often used that against him. She had not wanted to show him just how good she could fuck so he could get the goods on her. In his mind he assumed that she had given it up to other men, in just that same funky way. His theory was what she did with him, she would do with her next lover. So he was determined to fuck his very best to see how close he could drive her to the edge of the cliff. She had teetered there many times, but held back no matter how good it got. But she knew that one night soon, he was going to screw her so good that she would be forced to reveal all.
But luckily, she could make him climax when she wanted. He had a thing about seeing her eat his cum after he had shot off. When she was feeling her oats she would take off her clothes and climb into the bath tub. She would call Frank in from watching the tube and ask him to gaze over her body. He had been unsure the very first time he had done this, but he gradually learned to like it. When he saw how much it turned her on, he was happy to do anything she asked. After he would gaze over her body she would suck his dick. She tried to have a plate handy to catch his semen after he climaxed. Once he had, she would lick it off the plate ... and he would nearly go out of his mind in ecstasy.
But the one area of sex that Frank was leery about was anal intercourse. Oh boy, did she ever have a time getting him to believe it was supergood to her. But once he got into a groove, he balled her asshole just as hard as he did her cunt. She loved it, especially when he inserted the vibrating dildo in her cum-dripping pussy. She had her shit so together that she could have orgasms inside her pussy and her asshole. She had not quite worked up to having them simultaneously yet, but coaching Frank a little more not to be so prudish might make it easier.
Frank and Fran had fucked out. They lay in bed exhausted. After a short rest, he was ready to go again. He rolled over and made a quick pretense of passionately kissing Fran. She was lying on her side facing him and his long cock poked between her thighs.
"You don't ever get enough, do you, Frank? You can't want more. We've been balling since the six o'clock news and it's past three a.m." She pushed him back, playfully. "Would you rather I went down on you? I really don't think I can fuck any more, honest, Frank."
Frank groaned and stroked his cock. He rolled over on his back and it pointed straight up at the ceiling.
"Ah shit. Why don't you call your roommate in here? Let me give her some action. I hear she's a hotwire."
She cut her eyes to him. "She's in her room. If you want to screw her so badly, go get her. Except I'm warning you, she doesn't like to be awakened. She can be a bitch. You know how she is."
"Ah, you just say that. But you know you'd get pissed."
"No really, I don't care. She and I talked about it She said you sorta turn her on. She didn't think you would go for it, though."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Nope. But I'm sick and tired of hearing you talk about her. If you want to fuck her, go right ahead. You won't forget where home is. Fuck the girl, but just don't be phony about it."
"What about you?"
"You get her hot and I'll join the fun after you're going good. And remember there will be nothing said afterwards. This is an experience, that's all. Agreed?"
He thought about it.
"Agreed!"
He crept along the dark hall to Linda's room. His heart raced furiously as he gathered his courage to open the door. What if she said no? What if she pitched a holy bitch and screamed and made a fucked-up scene? What if he did not fuck her good enough to make the visit worth anything? Fuck it!
He was going in to get some of that pussy-feel her big titties like the men she went out with did. Lucky bastards! He stood poised at the door trying to decide.
He remembered all the nights that he went to the John after fucking Fran. He would pass Linda's door and he would see her lying on her stomach, having just come in from a late date. A date where the guy had fucked her all night, come in her mouth, punctured her asshole, and sent her home drained, but still twitching in her sleep; her pussy still not satisfied. How many times had he looked through the darkness of her bedroom and seen her full thighs open, the skirt having slid up in reckless abandonment, being too drunk or stoned to undress. There had been many nights when he had contemplated his chances of going in and ripping off a quick piece, and having her not tell Fran. But he was not' sure he could trust Linda to keep her mouth shut. It was an old, old standing rule that you did not fuck your girl's roommate or best friend. That was the one sin a bitch could not forgive.
Now the road was clear and he was hanging back. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. The room was dark and her waterbed was next to the windows.
Linda stirred in her sleep. Then she heard him and raised up to see who it was. "Is that you, Fran?"
"No, it's me, Frank."
"What do you want?" Her voice was angry and leaning toward being infuriated, but wanting to get the scoop first.
"I want to come to bed with you."
"Where's Fran?"
"In her bedroom. She's coming in later. Okay?"
He was at the side of the bed. Seeing her there cozy and warm with her hair tossed sexily about her eyes, made his prick come alive. How sweet it would be to crawl in under the covers with her and groove!
She raised up on one elbow and took a good hard look at his face. He was not kidding. Her glance fell to his crotch and his dick was huge. What was happening here? Did Fran actually give him the OK? Did Fran think she was so hard up that she would fuck her old man? Did Fran tell Frank about their scene together? There were too many questions zooming through her mind. The sight of his pud sticking straight out and her natural curiosity, prompted her decision. Remembering all the times she had heard Frank fucking Fran in the next room made it more curious. Even though she might regret it later, she moved over to the other side of the bed to give him room. "Are you sure she's coming in later?"
"Yeah. She thought you and I would be less nervous if we got going first."
He still wasn't sure she wasn't going to change her mind, even as he slid into bed. What the hell could he say to her? Maybe words would not be necessary. How do you tell your girlfriend's best girlfriend you want to fuck her? Like a robot he began to go through the routine. No. She does not want the same old, same old. She could get any man to fuck her.
"I feel silly," she said, and lay there stiff as a board.
"Why? We all know each other."
The moment he felt her warm and tender flesh, he threw caution to the wind. He had been waiting so long to fuck this chick. She had caused him nights of sleepless wondering; wondering if she fucked as good as Fran. Linda and Fran were two of the funkiest chicks in town.
He rubbed his cock into her clitoris. He began to hump into her middle, trying to get her to hunch back. Slowly-she moved against him when she felt his hard manmuscle. She was anxious to feel it against her skin and snuggled in closer. Her tits were awesome to cope with; they kept getting in the way. He would be fingerfucking her and feeling her tits. Once he felt how large they were, he was compelled to stop all else and play with them.
When he finally slipped into her pussy it was like falling off a tall mountain; spinning head over heels into a universal depth where there was nothing but goodness. He wanted it to be good and strong so she would remember him. He had heard the way she and Fran chatted about men, how they put down the theory that the size of a penis did not matter. But still they bragged about how hard they loved to be fucked; how much they loved being filled up completely.
And Linda could fuck. Some women just laid there with their legs wide open and grunting to beat the band. Not Linda. She was a lot like Fran; she knew how to get the best from a hard prick. Linda was very much aware of how hot his dick was getting. When she felt him pause to try to keep from shooting off, she teased him by circling his crown with her cunt. Around and around the ridge she went, squeezing it as the teasing continued, until finally he had to give 'her a deep thrust; then she let up and kissed his ear. By doing this, she was ensuring herself of a better and longer fuck.
He was anxious to go into other positions to see how much she knew. But it did not look as if he would make it up from this one, the way she was socking it to him. She was a hot blooded bitch who put her everything into it. In a way it was scary being on top of her, in that he knew that putting forth her best had to make him get up off his ass. Broads like Linda and Fran did not believe that there was such a thing as dirty sex. If there was a supposedly dirty old man about, they would be asked to be pointed in his direction. They loved to see just how far down a guy could get.
"Gawdamn, Fran said you had a big cock."
He grunted and held on to her ass, burrowing his prick as deep as he could.
"She told me how good you fuck her ... how many times you can shoot off. That's why I told her I wouldn't mind going through with this. I don't feel guilty because I know a man like you can handle two girls easily."
He could not hold it back a moment longer. He gripped her ass and ground as deep as he could inside her pussy. She fucked him and whiplashed her cunt, putting everything into a tailspin. His flow of cum was like an ocean wave washing up against the sea cliff, splashing and overflowing into the cove.
He slumped back. Linda quickly scooted down to lick his cock. Fran stood in the doorway looking at them.
"Oh ... I was just licking his cum off. I didn't suck his cock. I mean, I know how this must look."
"Hey, don't apologize for sucking his cock. I'm on your side. And I'd be angry if you didn't." Fran smiled at her, happy in her heart that she and Linda were such good friends.
"Frank said that you said it was all right-my fucking him?"
"We all know each other well. It's like we live together because Frank is always over here feeding his face."
"Yeah, but I feel like I'm cheating you guys. I don't have anything to offer but myself. I don't go steady with a guy."
"Don't worry about that," Fran winked at Linda. "You and I can find things to do together. Men like to watch two women go at it. Don't they, Frank?"
"How about letting me bust one of you? You still have enough left, I hope."
"I've got enough for all night. Light up a joint and get some wine. There's no school tomorrow, neither one of us gals have to work."
Frank watched himself fuck. There was a wall mirror beside the bed and he could see their reflection. He thought he should suck Fran's pussy for being so nice and letting this happen. She sat on his mouth while he ate her. She was facing Linda who was down mouthing his cock. Fran's pussy was really slippery and wet. What they were doing did turn her on, more than she wanted to admit. He saw her in the mirror tossing her head from side to side, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
He had sucked Fran's hole plenty of times, but had never seen her quite so responsive. She was getting hot from watching Linda suck her boyfriend's dick. From where Fran was sitting; it appeared that Linda was as much of a cocksucker as she was. Linda was really into her own bag; her eyes were closed and her fingers were spread out over his nuts. It was sexy to see how she had to stretch her mouth to take all of his crown. She was the type who liked to feel a cock deep in her throat. She knew how to constrict her throat muscles to work over the crown while it was deep. Frank did not have to shove and push to get sensation; she applied it with her throat in a fluid motion.
The sucking had made Linda hot enough to fuck again. She was not sure if she should let Fran have her turn or not. She looked up at Fran fucking her pussy into Frank's mouth. Fran was having too much where she was. Besides she had sucked his cock to a tremendous stiffness, it would be a shame to see someone else get it. Then she heard him tell her to climb on. Hurriedly, she climbed over his cock and fitted it up into her. Now she was face to face with Linda.
It was becoming increasingly more difficult for Fran to sit on Frank's mouth any longer without cumming. She did not want to go off now, it would be better if she let it build. His tongue was buried up in her to the root and she just sat and rocked on it. She and Linda were both being penetrated at the same time. Linda had an intense look of pleasure on her face. Fran had never seen her so serious-she was getting it all, while the getting was good and hard.
She felt a pang of resentment toward her best friend. To see how much cock she was taking from Frank made her shudder. Knowing full when Frank was into a pussy, he was up there deep. So she knew she was taking a full penetration to its deepest level.
Linda looked so lovely that she had to touch her. Her body had begun to glisten with perspiration. The funky movement of Linda's hips made her big tits splash around violently.
Then Linda had an orgasm and nearly collapsed. She fell off his cock and to the side. Fran followed and kissed her stomach. Linda squirmed uncontrollably and Fran moaned out loud. Then Fran's mouth finally settled on the rise of her clitoris. The wetness in Linda's pussy began drowning her.
Then it was Fran's turn to be fucked. Frank told her to turn around and lean over the side of the bed. Fran obeyed and kneeled on the floor with her ass sticking up on the bed. He motioned for Linda to sit on the bed with her legs hanging down on each side of Fran's head. Fran was supposed to suck Linda's cunt while he balled her from the rear.
There was something so thrilling about watching two women fuck each other. To see his girl, Fran, humped over digging her tongue into Linda's pussy was too much. The expression on Linda's face was cockstirring. It got so good to Linda that she brought one leg up on the bed to open her crotch mouth up more, so Fran could lick all she wanted.
Looking at them got his dick so hard that he could not stand it. It felt so good to be deep in Fran's steamy cunt. She was accustomed to his dick, and could do tricks with it. She could fuck him so fancy that it would feel like a rubber band was around his crown, as he boiled off into the abyss of her goodness. Then he pretended that he was putting dick to Linda too. When he gave Fran a straight, deep shot, it made her feel good. She in return would lick extra hard at Linda's clitoris, which made Linda grimace and groan, and her face screw up in pleasure. He found that after he got his rhythm properly paced he could time it.
He got carried away and fucked too deep into Fran's hole. She gave out with a loud scream and drew up from Linda's pussy. She pushed back on his blazing cockshaft as hard as she could. When she finally came she dropped her head limply.
"What can we do to make Frank come?" Linda asked with big eyes.
"I told you he could fuck all night. Now you see what I have to take in my cunt all the time."
"Somebody just get on it!" he pleaded, now on his back waiting for a piece of pussy to straddle his cock.
"Go on, fuck him some more, Linda. After all, it's your first time. It is, isn't it?"
"Why, Fran-you surprise me. You know I wouldn't do that to you."
"I was just joking."
"The hell you were."
"Hey look-cut out the shit and get down here." Frank felt good about himself now. He had taken them both on and lasted for two rounds.
Linda climbed on top of his prick and stuck it up in her. Fran, catching her breath, moved down so she could see the dick shooting up in Linda's ass. It thrilled her to see how thick his cock was-to think that such a growth could actually penetrate a woman's small cunt-hole. There was white stuff foaming over his shaft from Linda fucking him so rapidly. She was going up and down on his cock faster than a piston.
During the frantic fucking the cock slipped out of the pussy. Fran smiled and grabbed it and stuck it back up in Linda. She watched it a while longer. Then feeling her pussy bubble once again, she looked for interesting things to do. Then she saw them stop fucking and grabbed the opportunity to reach up and kiss Linda's pretty ass. It made Linda twitch and the dick slid further up her. Linda groaned as if she was in agony.
The dick popped out again, wiggling spastically, searching for the nice cunt flesh again. This time Fran did not stick it back in Linda's pussy. She was curious to see how it tasted with all of Linda's come on it. She took it in hand and sucked it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and rinsed the juice around in her mouth. Frank started pumping up at her, desperately trying to blow off.
Linda, up front, did not know what was happening. All of a sudden the cock had slipped out. She waited for it to come back, but it did not. What the hell was Fran doing down there? Then she heard Fran slurping and knew she had Frank's cock in her mouth.
"Hmmm, just one more bite, you guys," Fran said, looking up into Linda's pink hole. Frank's fingers were stretching her buttocks wide apart. She could see the brown around Linda's asshole and how their cum had started to spread around the lips of her pussy. Deep in the center of the bullseye there were pink contractions. Just before sticking the dick back up her pussy-Fran had to take one quick lick into Linda's asshole.
Then Linda and Frank went off together with the help of Fran's tongue and its bizarre explorations.
The semester was almost over. Linda and Bill's affair had become hot and heavy. Bill was stuck on her and found it difficult not to let his friends know. Occasionally he would find Linda in her classroom after school and they would make love in the broom closet. But it was not enough for Bill. He was eighteen, and he had to think about his life more. He wanted her more than anything he could think of. He would often sneak over to her house in the dead of night; she was always eager to see him even if it meant having only a quickie. He soon had to confess that Miss Harris had him by the nuts. It was near a point where all she wanted to do was suck him off. That was fine but he dug the rolling and splashing in the waterbed, and eating the lining from her cunt-hole.
Linda was worried that Bill was taking their affair a bit too seriously. Boys were so impulsive when they were Billy's age. Fran tried to warn Linda of this, but the cocksucking was just too good to give it up. Linda thought she would continue to risk seeing Billy for as long as she could. Even though sucking Billy off quite frequently, she still had a compulsive sexual desire for her other students. Bobby Wills had not let her get close to him since the time in the closet. The poor kid, he was still shaken up from the blow job she had given him. But the rest of the bullies were still hanging about, feeling her ass at every opportunity. And fight it as she did, it still made her pussy too hot to sit down on sometimes.
She conducted her art classes differently from the other art teacher. She wanted her students to be free spirits, and thereby let their true expression come out on the canvas. So she let the students move around and not remain at their tables, which set her up for endless encounters with the boys, as far as feeling her up went.
Then one day in the school corridor Billy stopped her. He was bubbling over about something.
"You gotta do it for me."
"Do what for you?"
"I've been telling my dad all about you. Oh, not about us at your place, but just that you're a swell teacher. Well, Dad is plenty pissed about my last grades."
"And why are you so excited?"
"Because Dad is inviting you and Miss Carson up to the house this weekend. I told him that I had confided in you about my plans after graduation. So he thought it might be a good opportunity to meet you because Teddy Saber will be there too."
"Slow down. Who is Teddy Saber?"
"Saber used to be one of the top money winners in tennis a few years back. Dad is talking to him about coaching me. So Saber and his wife, and Mrs. and Mr. Jones will be there too."
"Our principal-Mr. Jones?"
"Yeah, that's right. Principal Jones and my dad are good pals. So they'll all be up there, and we want you to come."
"It sounds like fun. I would love to get away for the weekend, but I don't think so, Billy. It doesn't seem proper somehow. I mean, the other kids will think you're my pet."
"Who gives a damn about these yokels? Please say that you'll at least think about it. There's a stable, boating, everything right there for the weekend. Plus you and I can be together, don't you see?"
"I do see, and I don't think it's such a good idea. Listen, folks might get wise. Suppose your father suspects something? Then what?"
"That's why you'll bring along Miss Carson. There's nothing unrespectable about two teachers visiting one of their student's home. Weekends are your own."
"On one condition-that your father calls me up and invites me personally. I want to be sure this is on the up-and-up."
"No sweat. Then I can tell him and hell make plans."
Early the next Saturday morning Linda and Fran packed their luggage into the trunk of the car and drove to Mr. Fitz's seaside estate. It was an especially scenic trip and they took their time driving along the coast. The top was down and the wind felt good in their faces, enjoying the cypress trees lining both sides of the highway.
The road they followed came to an abrupt end at a tollbooth. A guard came out of the booth and Linda told him who they were. He smiled and let them pass into the private property. It was so beautifully lush and green, that it took their breath away. "Now ... " sighed Fran, "this is the way I want to live. How many millions do you have to have to live in Cypress Cove?"
Linda said, "More than well ever make. I never realized that Bill's dad was so wealthy. But I guess growing grapes pays off."
Fran gave it some serious thought. "Say, wouldn't it be sweet if you and Billy could work something out. I mean, the kid will come into all this dough. This might be yours one day, Linda."
"Oh boy, wouldn't I feel just great taking candy from a baby? I told you, Fran, I plan to break it off first thing Monday morning. I'm beginning to feel guilty."
"Yeah-oh boy! Now she's beginning to feel guilty," Fran teased her. "You fucked the kid to death until four in the morning the other night, and you feel guilty. Oh sure."
"Not about having sex with Billy. A man's a man, but there are other things to consider, you know. Class."
The estate was luxurious and sat on a hill that overlooked the ocean. Below there was a long stretch of beach. There was a huge kidney-shaped swimming pool and two tennis courts. Beyond that were a garden and stables.
Linda parked beside the other sports cars and took a good look around, feeling better about the trip.
Mr. Fitz came running out to greet them, all smiles, dark shades, a bulging stomach, and wearing red, candy-striped shirts.
"Well, hello there, ladies! I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't show up." He put his arms around them and walked toward the house.
"This is very beautiful," Fran told him.
"Thank you. This will be Billy's one day, I've worked hard all my life to leave him this spread."
He led them around the side of the house where the other guests were seated in the garden patio.
"Ladies, meet my other guests. This is Teddy Saber and his lovely wife, Yasha. Ted has consented to take Billy under his wing and teach him what he knows about tennis."
Linda and Fran greeted Saber and his wife. Yasha was a cute, fiery Japanese woman. Saber was a huge fellow with a glaring brow.
Fitz went on introducing the guests. "And this is Miss Adell Miller and her brother, Harry Miller-very close friends and associate. And of course you ladies know the principal of Wilbur High-George and Alice Jones."
"Where's Billy?"
"Oh," said Fitz, "Billy had to run into town to pick up some tennis equipment."
A servant was there asking what Linda and Fran wanted to drink. Then Mr. Fitz told the servant to get their luggage from their car and take it to their rooms.
Linda and Fran knew that Adell was Mr. Fitz's mistress. Adell was a stunner! She had strawberry-blonde hair which was in a fancy upsweep that gave her an elegant appearance, not at all the way they had seen her before in Marinda.
"Come sit down with us, ladies. Dinner will be served shortly. I want you all to enjoy yourselves do whatever tickles your fancy, It looks like we have some beautiful weather for the weekend." He raised his glass in a toast. The others quickly joined him.
That evening after dinner they sat around a campfire on the beach. Mr. Fitz had produced some pot to help relax his guests. The topic of the conversation was the sexual revolution. The women guests were speaking their minds while the men listened, their cocks getting harder and harder.
"We have to face it, we're living in turbulent times, and in the midst of these turbulent times sits the sexual rebellion ... "
"Well," replied Alice, "I didn't get George through trickery. I think women today are doing themselves more harm than good."
"I think the birth-control pill and the current fashion trend has produced a great deal of promiscuity in our country," one of the men said.
"And a greater number of divorce cases," grumbled George Jones.
Alice added, "And it's too easy now for the faithful husband to be tempted into outside marital affairs. We women know what sexual dogs men can be." Alice passed the joint to her husband. He was nearly drunk and had all he could do to merely hold the joint.
Then Adell spoke up, "The way I see it-I'm a woman who digs men. I love looking beautiful and dressing for my man. Hell, if Poogie enjoys gawking at my figure-why not let him get his eyes full? As long as a man respects me as a lady, I don't care. Nor do I see any harm in it. Listen, we may not all like to admit it, but it is pretty hard on a female and males too. We all go to parties, group encounters and other social functions to meet people to go to bed with. Someone we think is our cup of tea, sexually, that is."
Fran liked Adell right away. The men sat spellbound looking up at Adell's luscious figure. She was wearing a flesh-colored fishnet bathing suit. Even the other women seated around the campfire sighed inside with admiration. They were all a little nervous with Adell being there. Not only did this woman speak her mind, she had the sexy body to back up her philosophy.
Then Linda added, "I don't understand what all the fuss is about anyway. I mean, this big cover up of sex in this country. If you think about it, where did we all come from?" For just a moment her exquisite face reflected a look of sexual desire that Harry Miller found contagious.
"Where is it all leading to?" asked Miller, quite concerned over the submissive sexuality of the American female.
Mr. Fitz didn't give a shit. At the moment his penis was getting harder than a brick, digging on how sumptuous Alice Jones looked. Hell. He had to get some of that pussy before the weekend was over. He continued to watch her. She looked disgustedly at her husband and slowly walked up the slope toward the house. Alice Jones projected more uninhibited sex appeal than any other married woman he knew. He knew she slept around, but still her twat looked pretty good to him. Alice had that certain something that made men burst their nuts quick. Just to get inside her hole and explore her rich depth, to make her scream and groan with passion would be enough. He wanted to make her drop that cold pretentious role of being so damn aloft.
Linda continued to speak, "Wow, there's all sorts of things going on across our country, as well as on our college campuses. We are changing all the old laws about abortions and women's rights. We don't believe in suffering any longer while men run out and have all the fun. In fact at my finishing school there were clubs-"
"What sort of clubs?" Mr. Fitz asked, hearing what Linda had said, but with his eyes still on Alice just now going into the house.
Linda thought about her position as a teacher and being in the presence of the school principal, even if he was smoking dope, she had to keep her front. "Oh never mind ... but girls share these days."
"Oh, now just a second, young lady." Harry Miller was being sarcastic.
Fran interrupted Linda's reply. "Oh come on, this is the twentieth century and anything a person wants to do is his own thing, provided that the principles do not interfere with the privacy of others. Take your colleges for instance. There are a lot of girls fresh out of high school and they are really dumb about guys. With the studying and curfew hours, they're pretty well boxed in. Believe me, when these girls get worked up for a man, there is going to be something going down. And not only that, the war has killed so much of our male populace that there is a current male shortage."
Mr. Fitz could no longer keep his mind on what the conversation was about. What was Alice doing all alone in the house? He touched Billy on the shoulder indicating he should take over as host. Then he slipped away and went down the beach in the opposite direction from the house, so as not to arouse George Jones' suspicion. When he was far enough he doubled back up the slope to the house. He supposed that the guests would be on the beach for a while longer.
He found Alice in the drawing room in front of the piano.
"Hello there, what's the matter? Weren't you enjoying the conversation out there? Don't tell me you're bored already?"
Alice sat down on the piano bench.
"I've heard it all before. Why did you come inside? Did you find them all a bunch of phonies?"
"Please, Alice, you're speaking of my friends."
"Phonies."
"Are you?"
"Not to myself-not when it comes to something I want. I know who I am and what I desire from life." She looked at him with sexy eyes.
He felt that if he took the dare, he might get some of her pussy before the others came into the house. He moved toward her. She stood up and went to the French windows. She looked desirable in the bikini, with her tanned legs. He could tell by the way she was built that her husband was jamming her with a lot of cock. He knew the signs when a woman wasn't being laid properly. When there was a constant burn between her legs, they have a tendency to take on weight. They walked with tender, delicate thighs brushing blissfully together; the juices erupting and wetting their underwear. It would appear that their cunts were too hot to take a long stride. A cunt as hot as Alice's didn't need much dicking. He could simply stick his finger in her pussy and that would blow her mind right away.
But one thing was certain, George neglected Alice terribly. Alice seemed to be tuned into his thoughts. She was stoned just enough not to give a damn either. She had made her statement on the beach for any man to hear.
Fitz had confidence in himself. He had heard that Alice was freaky for sucking pricks. He went to the window and stood behind her. He was tall enough to see over her shoulders. He put his arm around her and Alice glanced back, startled and sympathetic.
"Don't, Fitz, your mistress is out there. She might come into the house any minute."
"Your husband is also out there. What about him?"
"You know George ... and what he is. He doesn't do anything for me any more."
"You got me upset out there, seeing you in this handkerchief-" He looked down at how her wide hips and ass were snuggled into the bikini.
"Fitz, you'd get hot for any woman, honey."
"I got the hots for you right now."
"I wouldn't play in another woman's house. You haven't married Adell, but she's got her hooks into you. Some other time, sweetie."
He took a quick look around the room and then pulled out his penis from beneath his shorts. He peeled the foreskin back and it squeezed out and stretched to maximum length. He drew her back on his cock and rubbed it against her ass. She shivered and the drink dropped from her hand. She turned and put her arms around his neck, parting her legs and whimpering.
She looked down at his stiff cock trying to wedge up between her legs. "Oh shit, Fitz, let me put it in my mouth!"
"Not in here, baby. Let's move out into the garden," he said.
He pushed the doors open and dragged Alice out into the garden. Alice was so stoned she could barely walk, but he helped her. He felt over her tits and patted her ass all the way to the tall maze of hedges. When he was certain they could not be seen from the house he stopped.
She saw his wiggly cock hanging out of his shorts. It had grown really huge for her. It was nearly too much for her to even imagine-she breathed harder and mumbled, "Let me suck it, Fitz. Please baby, let me kiss it for you."
"No ... let me put it in your cunt."
"There isn't enough time for that. Please, my way!"
She knelt and held his dick in her palms her eyes crazily fixed, her tongue wetting her precious lips. The expression on her face was pitiful and desperate.
He braced himself against a tree and held on. He saw down into the cups of her halter. Her tits glimmered, and her rosebud nipples spread, hanging, swinging. Her mouth came over his cock and he thought his nuts were going to burst. She buried her mouth over the full length and slowly caressed his testicles. She drew in his hips closer, the other hand lifting his sac-his penis sticking out straight as an arrow. It went crazy! Spurting and waving around like a live serpent as she tried to catch it in her mouth ... Finally she pinched his ass to make him stand still.
The hell with it. Fitz squared himself and stood his ground and fucked into her mouth.
He stood over her watching how she ate him up. She twisted and churned her lips over his crown. Her long hair was everywhere. He reached down and took her head in his hands holding the target steady. He slipped it all the way into her mouth and then pulled it back. She loved it and flicked her tongue around his ridge. He fucked deep into her throat this time, and she contracted her throat and pinched his tip. It felt so good that he wanted to keep it deep, but he knew she would gag. The good part about it was that a big cock all the way down her drainpipe didn't seem to bother her any. The deeper the better, she wanted it any way, as long as it was in her mouth. She gagged and tried to take it out of her throat, but he pushed harder. He could feel himself start to shoot off as a tremendous charge rumbled up from his nuts. He closed his eyes and leaned back and prepared for the earthshaking explosion!
Then abruptly Alice got up off her knees and stepped back a few paces and wiped the juice from her lips.
"Ahh, shit, Alice! You can't stop!"
"Someone is coming!"
He frantically stuffed his penis back inside his trunks and smoothed his hair back in place. It was Linda and Fran passing through the garden to join the others inside. After they had passed, Fitz started to take Alice in his arms.
"We have to stop now, Fitz. Are you crazy?"
"I want you to suck it more ... "
"I can't now."
"Listen, there is a guest room in the east wing and nobody goes there. I want you to meet me there after everybody has gone to bed."
"No, no, I won't. I shouldn't have done what I did."
He squeezed her arm and jerked her close. "You had better be there. You are going to finish what you started!"
It had been a weird trip for Linda, all through dinner and later at the beach. It always amused her that people thought she was something she wasn't. It was amusing to see all these prominent men observe each of the women, trying to size up their sexual natures, hoping to get a thing going before the weekend was over. She thought Harry Miller was the dirtiest old man she had come across. The way he kept leering at her all the time, looking at her legs. When they were on the beach he had made certain he sat beside her. She decided to play dirty too and teased the shit out of him. He deserved it. It was rather a strange bit to know that all these men wanted to ball her-fuck their nasty old cocks up in her good cunt. She had felt more complimented because they did this in front of their wives. The bitches wanted her body too, she could tell. They were envious of her large breasts and ripe body.
She got a kick when she sat down and opened her legs in front of Principal Jones. She had been chatting away with one of the wives in some frivolous conversation, when she felt the principal's eyes examining her breasts. Men always seem to wig off her big cans. Once she had hugged her bosom to stay warm and her tits swelled over her halter. Principal Jones nearly flipped. However, she must admit he made her cunt soupy by staring at her body. She never suspected that the principal, of all people, had eyes for her. With that thought, she had gazed at his prick. It was not bad at all, bigger than a pickle. He had to be a cuntsucker because his wife Alice was such a horny bitch. The only way he could please her was to suck out her pussy hole, or ram about eighteen inches of dick in her big tank.
And then there was Yasha Saber, the sweet wife of the handsome tennis pro. What a story she could tell. Linda sensed that she was jealous of her husband. And with as much peter as Ted Saber carried in his basket, it was no wonder. Linda did not know much about Japanese women, except that they were great lovers, and they had been the rage during World War II. American soldiers did want to leave Japan to come back to the States, which told Linda a lot. It was no doubt that she was the center of attention. Linda could not help but wonder what it would be like to make love to Yasha. She thought she would like to suck on small titties with their hard nipples. She was curious as to how the juices inside her twat tasted.
Despite Yasha's presence, Linda felt that all the guests had been watching her, since she and Fran were the outsiders-which would probably prevent them from carrying on as usual with their swap orgies. Mr. Fitz seemed overanxious for that kind of action to get under way.
Fran and Linda decided to retire early and go up to their room. It was time for them to split from the group because they were really belting down the booze, beginning to behave like married people. She did not want to be hanging around messing up anybody's fun. She wasn't ready to join in their action, not yet, until she found out why Mr. Fitz had invited her up here.
Linda climbed into a hot bath and soaked for thirty minutes. She was really out of it, exhausted. Maybe she was hornier than she had thought. She drained most of the water from the tub so that the water was about three inches deep. She unfastened the shower nozzle and put it aside. She turned on the faucet so that there was a long splash of hot water. She sat back down m the tub and cocked open her legs and rested her head. The stream of water pouring down hit her directly above her clitoris-she made a few adjustments-and the water splashed against her pussy. It felt heavenly and she closed her eyes and slowly rotated her hips. She thought of the spray of water as being cum from a giant cockhead shooting off, splashing it hard into the center of her flower. She could move her hips and make the water splash where she felt the hottest. It was almost unbearable when it splattered directly on her clitoris. She pulled the lips of her pussy wide apart and nearly fainted. Oh, it was so good, building up through her sensitive body. She lathered her large breasts and squeezed and rolled them over her chest. She leaned forward to see her snatch, tingling in the hot water. Masturbating this way always did the trick for her. She raised one leg and admired her thighs; her pussyhair grew all the way back to her asshole. She stroked over her shank, the pretty thigh and back down to her cunt-hole, which was boiling over. She reached one hand under her hips so she would not interfere with the stream of water splashing down, and stuck a finger into her pussy. The water splashed on the clitoris while she fingerfucked herself. One finger ... two fingers ... then the width of the hand barely squeezed into her tunnel. Then she heard Fran call to her. "Hey, what are you doing in there? I wanna bath too."
Linda started and screwed the shower nozzle back on, guiltily preparing to go back, unsated, to her room.
Chapter Eight
Teddy Saber came out of the guest room shaking his cock, on his way to take a piss in the hall bathroom. His room did not have a private john. He clicked on the light and then stepped wide-legged over the toilet. He looked down at his cock and smiled-his wife sure did ball the shit out of him tonight! He could not remember ever seeing Yasha so horny before.
He skinned back his penis and the crown sprung out like a small apple. There were traces of cum over his penis where Yasha had blasted off. There was a lot there! He should go back and tighten her cunt once more for good measure. Both hands came under his nuts and his penis stretched another four inches. He thought how his cock had always gotten him into trouble, but any trouble that it brought, he could handle. Yeah, he could take care of business when he wanted to.
Saber heard a noise and turned around to see Adell standing in the open door. Her eyes were fixed greedily on his naked body. At first glance he saw that she was stoned on something, really tripping out. Her hair was tossed sexily about her face and she wore a thin short gown.
Alice Jones could not sleep. She sat up in bed and looked over to see if George was awake. George was not there. She only sighed angrily, and climbed out of bed and put on her robe. As always, whenever they spent the weekend at the home of a friend, George sneaked out in the dead of night. When he returned he usually gave some flimsy excuse about not being able to sleep. But Alice was hip to him now. She wondered which one of the broads he would try to fuck tonight? It would probably be that Adell bitch. The way she made use of that slim, sexy body was a disgrace. A wife had to keep a close eye on a young whore like her. Everyone knew that she was taking Fitz for a ride, babying him up, sucking his cock until she had pussy-whupped him. She and her brother Harry were con artists, and they had done a good job of making Fitz act like an old fool. Alice did not know this for sure, but it was her guess that Adell would soon be announcing wedding plans. Poor Billy might have a slut for a stepmother pretty quick now. Yeah, that Adell had been asking for it ever since they had arrived, prancing her ass and making suggestive remarks to the men. Well ... if that was where George was, it was all right with her. He and Adell deserved each other.
Alice went out into the hall on her way downstairs to get a drink. Her nerves were shot. It was dark and apparently everybody was asleep. As she was nearing the end of the hall she saw that the door to the Sabers' room was open. Why? Her first impulse was to take a quick peek and maybe see them fucking. Why not? It was dark enough and nobody would see her if she was very quiet. Then she heard voices and stopped abruptly.
She could not resist the urge to look inside the room. Just inside the massive room was a door that led to the bedroom. She sneaked inside and pressed flat against the wall and peeked into the bedroom. She heard Saber say to his wife: "She's stoned out of her skull." Alice almost gasped out loud when she saw Adell sandwiched between Saber and his wife. They were both feeling Adell up. Poor Adell could barely stand up.
Saber sat down on the bed and Adell wiggled over his lap and sat astride one knee. Her nightgown was yanked up to her hips, revealing meaty thighs. She pushed her titties to Saber's mouth, squirming desperately. Adell whimpered and let Saber kiss her.
Oh! The Sabers should be ashamed of themselves, taking advantage of poor Adell when she did not know what she was doing. Even if Adell was a slut, it still was not right to use her body that way. But Adell was not exactly unconscious. She appeared to be more of a sex-starved robot that responded to the demands of Saber. Oh shit ... look at the way she snatched his head down and made him suck them hard. His mouth came open wide and captured the whole tit.
"Oh baby, don't stop, do me good! That's groovy, you know? I dig you and your wife," Adell said and put her arms around his neck as if he were hers along, and Yasha was not there. "I love having a man suck my breasts, and bite them until they burn and make me cum." She moved his hand down to her cunt.
Saber and Yasha were getting worked up to a fever pitch. Yasha was experiencing something she never thought could be so bizarre. To see her husband stroke this woman's satiny buttocks and teasing her cunt was sexually tormenting. To see the way Adell groaned and moaned, loving it, holding his big hand flat up into her cunt was a mindblower. Adell's slinky hips fucked as he kissed and nibbled at the undersides of her full tits, coming over her ribcage and stomach to her thighs.
Adell kept repeating: "Oh, I want you both to fuck me. Fuck me. Turn me on!"
"Let me turn her on for a while, honey," Yasha said, feeling her desire become stronger.
The three of them were on the bed. Both women clawed over Saber's cock for a while. Alice saw the way Adell's eyes went crazy when the cock shot its first spray. She and Yasha licked for the cum at the same time. "May I suck it?" Adell asked reverently, as one woman to another. Yasha was a bit jealous of the woman's grasp on her penis, the way she held it as though it was a snake.
Alice stood there in the shadows, masturbating herself and watching these two people use Adell's body. Poor bitch that she was, Adell was now astride Saber's big dong. Her round, pert ass wiggled and fanned the air, in searing heat. Look how that long thing of his is fucking up into her pussy. It just did not seem possible that something so long and solid could penetrate Adell's small cunt-hole. But there it was, thrusting back the folds of her pink pussy with all that white cream trickling down his shaft.
Alice had wanted to see Adell ball. She had wondered if having a body so voluptuous would make her a slave to a cock. Just how much fucking could her pussy stand? She could see that there was immense pain for Adell, but she was the most sensual female animal she had ever seen. She had to admit that Adell was funky. The way she was hanging in there, fanning the slow fire burning In her soulful center.
While Adell was on top of Saber, Yasha planted a delicate kiss on the woman's ass. She pulled back and watched the rear action; how the woman's ass fucked up and down on her husband's rod. Yasha pulled Adell's buttocks apart and licked her crack. "Honey, let me fuck her," Yasha kept saying.
But Saber was too busy getting the last of his first nut. He rolled Adell over and climbed on top of her ass and pumped lightning thrusts into her asshole. Adell went limp. "Oh, no, no ... " she gasped. Saber drove hard into the center of her asshole. Adell collapsed into a spastic heap. He snatched his cock out real fast just as it shot off and cum splattered everywhere.
He toppled over on his back with his penis sticking straight up. Adell had climaxed with him and she moved in a daze and gripped his sputtering cock and slurped away the semen.
Yasha moved over Adell and flattened her out. Then she climbed over Adell's head and sat her open pussy in her mouth.
Alice could see Adell jamming her tongue up into Yasha. Yasha began rocking and sliding her pussy to different positions, dripping into the open mouth.
"Don't drown me, baby," groaned Adell.
"I can't help it," replied Yasha, thinking how Adell had drained her husband's cock. How she had held it like a baseball bat and licked fire around the ridge of the crown. Adell must have had a thousand dicks in her mouth during her active life.
Saber came up behind his wife and screwed her in the asshole! He had had a shot of Adell's gritty anus, now he wanted more of the same.
Adell and Yasha were whispering things to each other, women's secrets, and it seemed to make them really get down to the nitty-gritty.
Alice had seen enough and could not stand the torture any longer. She went quietly out and back to her room. Just as she was about to close the door, she saw Fran walking toward the Sabers' door. Fran saw the open door and paused for a moment, hearing the erotic groans coming from inside.
Damn! Damn! Everybody was having fun except her. Well, there was still another day left and she would make sure she got action.
The next morning Linda was up early, strolling around the grounds of the estate. What a beautiful place Mr. Fitz owned, like something out of House and Garden. Gawd, some folks really knew how to live well, she thought. Her morning walk ended at the tennis courts where Billy and Saber were hitting the ball.
She didn't know that much about the world of tennis, but enough to know that Teddy Saber used to be one of the very best players. If he was going to personally teach Billy, she was sure Billy would be a champion.
When Billy saw her he stopped the practice and walked over to her. They chatted for a moment. He asked if she were enjoying herself, and she told him yes. While they were chatting Mr. Fitz came on court and spoke with Saber. Then he came over to Linda and Bill. Mr. Fitz did not like the idea of Billy standing around when he should be making use of the time with Saber. He politely offered to show Linda around. It was an excuse to get her away from the courts. Quite graciously she accepted his invitation and they strolled away from the courts. Billy grumpily went back to hitting the ball.
Mr. Fitz suggested that they have a ride on the beach. Linda thought that would be a swell idea. They went to the stable and Mr. Fitz saddled two horses. He had thought about Linda all night. She wasn't a bad-looking bitch and easy on the eyes. But there was something cold deep inside here. This woman had turned off to men and he wondered why. She thought a lot of herself, and women that vain were just so much bullshit to Fitz. He enjoyed a woman who was uninhibited and damn near animalistic in bed.
He had often thought about the sex rebellion currently sweeping the country, the streaking, and the turn-on, drop-out society. Women were rebelling and using drugs, and all that other crap. But he had to admit he sometimes wished things were as they were before the Pill came into existence. Somehow sex was not the same for him. Before a man had to be smooth and suave to get a woman in bed. A man felt as though the woman was giving him top grade-A pussy because there was so much risk involved without the Pill. Women today were so desperate to express themselves, and to fuck, they practically showed a man everything. Pussy was not a big commodity any more. The new breed of females were wild and too aggressive, which drove the average man back in the corner. He didn't like seeing women in pants, strolling by themselves with no men around, with their faces looking as though they forgot how to enjoy life. Everything was too serious today, he thought.
But Linda didn't look bad in britches. His son had excellent taste; a chip off the old block. Linda was even sexier than his mistress, Adell, although hardly as experienced as Adell.
"Did you rest well last night?" he asked, walking the horses out of the stable.
"Yes. I love it here. We're not too far from Carmel are we?"
"About three miles. Yeah, I love it here myself."
He helped her up into the saddle and saw how sexy she looked in her white jeans. Her sweet ass was swept low and cupped sharply where her cheeks rounded off; the tightness of the jeans cut into her crack, and held her buttocks firm.
For a long while they rode along the beach and enjoyed the picturesque scenery. Linda felt good. The Carmel seacoast was one of the most beautiful in the world.
"How long have you been my son's teacher?"
"Only for this semester."
"I see. Do you enjoy teaching, Linda?"
"I guess I enjoy my work. I wanted to be a writer at one time, but didn't have the one novel in me, so I stayed with the teaching."
"You're not married?"
"No, I'm free."
Fitz was getting a hard-on seeing how sexy Linda was, astride the horse. It blew his mind to see girls ride horses, how their tits flopped and bounced around, joggling up and down on the saddle, their fat little asses squeezed up against the cantle.
It became more difficult for Fitz to keep his eyes off her. He kept thinking about how her tits were sticking out; how wide her hips were. Evidently she did not mind him looking at her titties, as she continued to let them bounce. She sort of slumped back into the saddle with knees pressed close as it she was protecting her prissy pussy.
The beautiful, sunshiny day made Linda's body feel alive. She had worn silk panties this morning and when she saw how tall and rugged Mr. Fitz appeared with that big bulge at his fly, it bothered her. She could plainly see his prick and she began to get hot flashes. It also excited her pussy sitting astride this horse. It was beginning to be a little embarrassing.
She rode along and began to think of sucking cocks. She did not mind admitting that dicks had always fascinated her. Men were often sexually aroused watching a woman strut, sit, or stand in provocative positions. It was the same with her, only she dug men's and women's bodies. She just did not feel complete unless she sucked a guy off after he had fucked her. That was the least she could do to show her appreciation; she did not see why the hell not.
Riding horses had been one of her passions when she was a little girl. She had loved animals of all kinds and kept a lot of pets, but she enjoyed riding horses the most, and often got a charge when she did. This morning she had noticed what a magnificent horse her mount was. She had watched spellbound when the horse was led around to the paddock, unable to take her eyes off the prick. She had stared at how large the horse's cock was in comparison to the size of a man. The moment she sat astride his back and opened her legs, it was as if the horse knew what a good cunt was on his back.
Riding Western saddle made the fit a snug one against her clit, kept it brushing against the horn. The sensation of having her legs open and over the horse's body, and joggling up and down was too exciting. It gave her a weird feeling of satisfaction that she could make a splendid animal like this, horny for her.
"There is a beautiful view over there by that grove of cypress trees. Let's take a rest," Fitz said, being the charming escort.
She turned her horse and trotted back to him, her breasts bouncing like basketballs gone wild. She climbed down and adjusted the saddle. Fitz pulled up and climbed down beside her. Suddenly she was very nervous. Fitz must be thinking all sorts of bizarre thoughts about her. Her eyes darted down between his legs and the old man was built like a bowlegged mule. Maybe he thought she would be an easy mark and would make his pitch soon.
While she faced the horse, Fitz stood behind her, close enough to brush her buttocks. He tied the horses and they walked to the top of the hill. The green water of the Pacific stretched below like an endless blanket.
"I wish I could express how good I feel seeing all this splendor," she sighed. "Oh, don't you just love it when the ocean is so lovely and summer is almost here. California has to be the most beautiful place there is."
"No place like it in the whole world," he answered, and took a glance down at her privates. "I'm glad we have a chance to chat. You must be wondering why I asked you up here for the weekend."
"I thought perhaps Billy's grades-"
"More than that. Billy's whole career depends on you, Miss Harris. He's a mixed-up kid. I have had trouble raising him since his mom ran away with another man when he was six years old. The boy is all I have, and he kept me from falling apart after my wife ... Billy lost his first tennis match Friday. I happen to know where he was the night before. I also know you got the kid pussywhipped. I know everything that goes on in town. I could have you exposed for what you are. I do believe there is a proper name for that kind of thing. But I'm too old and too wise to get uptight. I'm grateful that you gave him his first piece; he had to get it from somewhere. Better you than one of those dingy school girls with the giggles. I want to see that the kid gets through this trying period without getting hurt. He's got a great career ahead,"
"Is that why you invited the principal here too?"
"I learned a long while ago that money works for you when all else fails. Billy is failing in his grades. I can't have that. He's failing because he has his mind on your body, and not on his tennis, not his graduation. However, if you were to tutor him with his studies, I know he would come through this with flying colors."
"What can I say?"
"Nothing."
"If I don't, you'll expose our affair."
He embraced her from behind. His hard cock sank into her jiggly ass. "My son seems to have very good taste in selecting you as the first pussy in his life. I have to agree with him, you are a very warm, sensuous person."
She moaned, "And you are smooth as silk, Mr. Fitz. Too smooth to be real."
Well, what a fine kettle of fish this was. Billy's father was making a play for her. The thought of having balled father and son somewhat appealed to Linda's sexual nature.
He had no doubt that he could have his way with her now. "Does rubbing my cock against your ass feel good to you, as it does to me? The first time you looked at me with that sexy smile, I got turned on," he whispered, and made certain that she felt his rod at her cleft. It made her twist backward and try to make better contact.
He kissed her neck. She stiffened. He plunged his tongue into her ear. She quaked a bit and whimpered, then said, "I think you and I could become good friends, Mr. Fitz."
He took her in his arms for a kiss. She did not show any resistance. He slid his hand over her body and held his breath as he neared her soft ass. He had been dying to touch her there. He spread his fingers and grasped her buttocks. She dry-fucked against his penis, which rested high on her belly. Then she was like a woolly wild thing rubbing her body all over him.
"I gotta have you, Linda."
"Do you really mean that? Suddenly I mean that much to you?"
"Yes, I want to fuck you."
She stepped back and looked about. Behind them were the awesome-looking cypress trees, sculptured by the strong gales that blew off the sea. They were away from everything and what she did here with Mr. Fitz would remain a secret.
She began to unbutton her shirt. The shirt came open and her breasts poured out into view. Fitz gasped and rubbed his cock. Gawdamn, had his boy been sucking on tits this huge? No wonder his grades were slipping. This woman was a living freak with tits bigger than he had seen in all his days.
Soon they were both naked in the wilderness. They melted down onto the tickly grass and the sun was warm on their skin. Her legs came open as she never once took her eyes off his penis. Her ass began to pump the earth as though she was willing to give the planet a good fuck today. There was always something in the sea breeze that made her want to fuck, and fuck, and fuck!
He felt her long, slinky body. First he squeezed her thighs and let his hand creep between them, slightly yanking her pussy hairs. After lengthy foreplay he finally inserted a finger. She wiggled in the grass, trying to control herself. She began twisting and churning her tits, pinching her nipples for him to see. There was sweat gleaming on his brow as he fitted his hard cock against her clitoris to torture her. He quieted her down by slowly grinding his prick into her clit, letting her warm up to its size. He held back for as long as he could. An uncontrollable sensation ripped through his loins. She squirmed her pussy back against his prick, not letting it into her hole. They rolled over the grass as he tried to find the right opportunity to stick it into her slippery slit.
"Baby, baby, be still."
"I'm not going to let you," she whispered through puckered lips, teasing his ear with her tongue.
"You what?"
He was baffled and retreated a little. He pulled off her to think about this. She tossed her head back and flicked the hair from her eyes.
"I want it the other way," she said with a smile.
His eyes lit up. Then he was flat on his back and she leaned over his body.
"I guess I'm a cum-freak." Her fingers wrapped around the base of his dick and it waved at her. "I think men have such sexy bodies. I love to suck cocks and see how hard they get."
She showered his penis with hot kisses. She rubbed her giant-sized cans against his chest like a kitten who had a tremendous itch. "Hmmm, I love to see a man cum in my mouth. I like to kiss away the juice that cakes around the shaft," her fingers traced up and down the underside of his penis, " ... a cock is so fascinating. It almost seems like magic the way your cock draws me to it. It's longer than your son's, and so much bigger!"
He wiggled his hips and shot his cock up. The cock forcefully popped into her mouth. He grabbed her shoulders when it became fully erect and felt the warmth of her wet mouth. His entire body rose up to give it all to her; his dick was like a long sausage doing a piston motion into her pretty mouth.
"I want you to cum in my mouth. That's what I like to feel. It's good when it's lumpy and hot and runs down out of my mouth ... "
Fitz was beside himself with gut-tearing passion. In sheer desperation to make her hot enough to leave his penis alone, he squeezed her ass and tickled her rectum to arouse deeper passion. But it was his cock she was after.
"Hmmm, you're too much, aren't you?" she cooed, like a professional. She paused just long enough to take a breath and slurp the juice pouring from his slit.
It felt so funky to have his finger prodding her asshole, drawing out her fire. He fingered her asshole as if it was indeed a virgin cove. Her mouth took in more of his pud by degrees, until her loins took on a steady rhythm. They were grooving and she was socking it to him in a way he would never forget. His only defense was to milk down her breasts until they were hot enough to make her pussy spill liquid fire. Her tits felt like heavenly mounds filled with goodness, her thighs swelled with the lava leaking from her pussy. Then her mouth was like a deep, festive well and his penis clogged her throat.
She felt like a whore and let all the dirty thoughts that had ever thrilled her libido come forth to play in her mind. All the times when she had gawked at a prick. How men on elevators and buses had gazed at her short skirts. How their eyes had grown big at the sight of her spirited hips when she walked past. How every time she crossed her legs her thighs displayed their fullness and her fleshy ass hung heavily over the edge of the chair. How men gaped when she provocatively wiggled her ass with a rotation to make them think she was in heat for what they had inside their pants. She thought about the first time another female had kissed her tender flow and sucked her clitoris. How men went absolutely hogshit for her pussy and sometimes tried to rape her asshole. Her one virgin hole left. How much she loved what they had to fuck her with.
In the far reaches of her mind she thought she should teach Fitz to respect a woman's prize more. He was one of the oldtimers who thought a woman should be given dick in the mouth, fucked in the asshole and then thrown aside. Those days were gone now and the thing was to get far down into goodness as possible, on an equal, sexual basis. For that reason she teased and kissed his penis until he trembled and quaked beneath her. He moaned. She bit lightly over his crown, then she licked away the mild pain.
She raised up and took the cock from her mouth and squatted over it. She spread her pussy wide and he automatically grabbed his stiff cock. She dropped her pussy down on his dick and it shot all the way inside her. She drove her cunt down on his cock determinedly, socking it to him. She watched the expression on his face with each downward thrust. It was getting too good for him to endure. Then she smiled with great satisfaction when she saw him grimace, blowing his stack as never before. Then, to be wicked, she gave him a few hard thrusts as his shape oozed back into a peewee.
Fitz was not through yet. He began to kiss her all over her young, tender body. Now Linda lay beneath him, twisting, tossing, moaning through clenched teeth. Fitz took a long time just staring down at Linda's naked body. He kissed down her body, his tongue stroking, teasing, and making suggestive circles around her navel. Linda was so inflamed by the burning sensation, that she would draw up one leg, drop it back down, and raise the other. She did not know exactly what to do to relieve herself.
Fitz climbed over her body with his face at her cunt. His ass was hovering over Linda's face. While he kissed her pussy, Linda was tossing her head from side to side, until she accidentally collided with his hanging cock. Automatically she raised her hands up to capture it, the next thing she did was to nibble it with her teeth! She nibbled, pulled, and finally took as much as she could into her mouth. That gave Fitz the shits!
Fitz started kissing the depths of her pussyhole. That made Linda sit straight up, embarrassed and shocked by this new and soul-stirring sensation. It flashed in her mind that old men were really good at eating young girls' cunt-holes.
Looking down between her legs he saw how sloppy-wet her cunt-juice was pouring out. He felt compassion for her, seeing her wiggle and bend, jerking up and down. So he lowered his head, slowly, until he was inches over her contracting pussy and he blew his hot breath into it!
He worked his tongue down into the slimy cunt and brought it to a burning geyser. He did not leave one spot of the crevice unlicked or untouched! He buried his head inside Linda's thighs, and they both nearly exploded. His tongue was flicking fire and fanning that cunt to a fine morsel!
He felt no qualms as he licked over her buttocks and in between, all over her crack until Linda could not stand it and became weaker. He licked his tongue up under the asshole to the tip of the cunt, and the rich fluid would leak into his mouth-he sucked that in and pushed his pointed tongue into her cunt-hole. He held it there and Linda had to squirm her ass around to get some action going. At that point he shoved his entire face further up between the asscheeks and stuck his wet tongue clear inside the asshole. Linda had a fit and busted her nuts, crying, cursing, and loving her newly found sex partner.
"Give me another one, baby. Keep it going for me!"
He withdrew his tongue and licked the insides of her thighs and underneath to where her buttocks came spilling down. "Your pussy is so juicy and your thighs are so beautiful!"
Linda closed her eyes and let the old man have his way with her cunt. Her second orgasm came easily and she laid back and waited for the third.
Chapter Nine
It was late evening when Linda and Fitz returned to the estate. As they came riding up, Bill was backing the station wagon out of the garage. He was in a hurry to go to the sport shop to have two rackets strung.
"Miss Harris, would you like to ride over with me? It's a very nice drive along the seacoast."
"Why don't you do that, Miss Harris," said Mr. Fitz. "Show her a good time, Billy. Yes sir, there's no other place on the face of the globe as beautiful as our country."
It was agreed and Linda climbed into the station wagon and they-drove off.
After putting the horses in the stable, Fitz was in for a pleasant surprise when he stepped into the house. The first person he saw was Miller, stark naked and holding two bottles of Scotch.
"What the hell is going on here?"
"Hiya' Fitz, old boy. Hope you don't mind but things got a little wild here. The girls were hot to try something new. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew, we were all balling each other."
"Did Billy see any of this going on?"
"Naw ... we know better than that. He's been with his friends most of the day. You're not pissed, are you?"
"Hell no. I've been thinking along the same lines. In fact I'm dying to get some of that teacher's twat."
"How did you make out with the other dame?"
"The best pussy I ever had. I'm telling you, those young bitches can really do a number on you. Well, let's go join the party."
Adell, George, Alice, Yasha, Saber, and Fran were all naked and smashed out of their skulls. The house smelled of marijuana and there were whiskey glasses all over the living room. Adell and George Jones were in the center of the room, on the floor, fucking away. The others sat around, stoned and digging their trip.
"Mmmm, oh honey," Adell blurted out passionately as her whimpering grew louder and more severe. George's throbbing penis inside her nookie was virtually burning her hole dry. Still she was lusting for more. The grass had done its job quickly. Now Adell was on her way to a soul-rocking orgasm. Both her legs were jacked up over George's back and his prickshaft was about to explode inside her cunt. She dropped her pussy on his steely shaft all the way up to the hilt! George cursed profanities and his body stiffened as he put a more forceful hold on Adell, so as not to let her ease up.
Fran kept a close eye on the fucking. Her body tensed up in passion and she squirmed involuntarily, trying to brush her snatch over the fibers of the carpet. She could feel the friction from the carpet heating her clitoris. No one was paying any attention to what she was doing, so she moved her body in a grinding movement, trying to keep George's and Adell's rhythm to force some kind of an orgasm. She was hotter than she ever remembered, and she had to do something fast. The grass made the sensation twice as strong. She felt she must release her orgasm before it caused her to pass out.
Then Mr. Fitz, now naked, passed her a clay pipe and told her to inhale it. "That's some good shit, as my son would probably say."
Fran felt a little uncomfortable because she did not know these people that well. She inhaled on the pipe, stood up, and took off her panties. Strange ... but she wanted them all to see her body now.
Teddy Saber suddenly loomed over her. She did not know what to say to him. He smiled at her, which said he liked her a lot. Fran looked over at his wife, Yasha, and she too, was all smiles. Everybody was all smiles. Fran grinned, never having felt so absolutely naked in her life. This perfectly strange man, with his wife looking at them, wanted to ball her.
She stood waiting for Saber while he put down his drink. He was a handsome guy and she was surprised that he was so turned-on for her. At first he seemed like such a sweet guy, both he and his wife. What had happened to make him change so suddenly? But he was a doll to look at (Robert Redford had nothing on him). His dickhead was skinned back and sticking out like an arrow. She couldn't wait to sample some of his meat. Hesitantly she moved into his arms. He was much taller than she and it was a strange, tickly union. He held her so that her tits were flat against his hairy chest. His cock hit her just above her stomach.
He pulled her closer over his cock and it was so hot that it thrilled her beyond reason. Oh shit, he really wanted to ball her in the worst way. His mighty prick strained and she felt sorry for the guy. Wow, when men had a hard-on and really wanted pussy they were so damn masculine and determined. She loved it, and she couldn't help but wonder what the hell Frank was doing, back home in Marinda.
She also wondered what was going through Yasha's mind at that moment. Her feminine jealousy did make her take a scrupulous look at Fran. She wondered if Fran's cunt was as hot and steamy as her own. Fran was a very pretty girl and any man would want to ball her.
Fran thought Yasha was an attractive woman, and feeling her husband's penis against her body told her that Yasha could take a good-sized prick. But somehow they were not a happy couple. Yasha seemed the type to want something more; her vanity, ego, and super female appetites put her far out in front of her husband. She had been wanting to participate in a swapping party for a long time. She was now at that age when all women began to doubt themselves; one man to sleep with was not quite enough to continuously build her ego or restore the feeling of being secure. Fran guessed that Yasha had perhaps played around once or twice on Saber, but from the way Yasha's big eyes were lit up, she wanted to ball as much as anybody else.
And the way Saber's cock kept twitching, told Fran that his steely prick was going to tear the hell out of her pussy. Amused, she wondered if she could tame a cock so intense.
Saber began to roll his knee into her crotch. Fran drew back a little. He pushed harder, much too hot to stop or slow down. Then he put both arms around her so that she had to stretch up onto her toes. She was off balance and could not keep their bodies apart, helpless but to let his hard cock do things to her between her legs. She felt his cock pushed up into her slit. She grabbed his shoulder for support and lifted her right leg to give him more room. Standing up to fuck was almost Fran's favorite. Thanks to Frank she could get it on in practically any position. It was a pleasant surprise for Saber to see that she was such a good contortionist.
He clasped both wrists together just Fran's buttocks to hold the target steady. His cock slowly came all the way up into her pussy and all she had to do was just sit on it. Saber, being the superjock that he was, was able to do his thing. He spread his legs and humped up into her like a dog who had just found a soup bone.
Yasha suddenly found herself sitting on Miller's lap. She smiled sheepishly, but nevertheless looked down to see him play with her clitoris. She was weightless, faintly aware of his finger touching her skin. She felt the moisture of warmth from his mouth when her titties slipped into it, the nipples being forcefully sucked.
"Damn! What a pretty bitch you are," Miller hissed. "I've been digging you since you arrived."
Her breasts were infernos of blazing heat and his teeth were crushing down, delicately, while his tongue was a dagger trying to puncture her tit to spill its milk into his mouth. Yasha's whole body began to come alive. There was a hot, funky suction forming, coming up from the depths of her vagina, her womb, and pouring hot cum up through her breasts. Then she heard a voice from a distance make a cutting remark. It was Alice Jones being jealous of her getting so much dick from Miller; Alice wanted to fuck Miller. The selfish bitch, Yasha thought. Alice couldn't stand to see anyone else enjoying sex unless she were in on it. That made Yasha angry and she stood up and removed her titties from Miller's mouth and let him see her fine, freaky body. She tossed her hair and wet her lips just as though she was a nympho. She arched her back and wiggled her small asscheeks until they shook violently in all directions, and at the same time, quivered in one steady roll.
Hell, she knew the story: Alice Jones was one of those prissy old, pretty, puritan bitches who thought she was so damn much. She would not let her husband fuck her the way he really wanted; she must have thought he was all animal because of the things he wanted to do to her lovely, lily-white body. George had evidently grown tired of being put off; he could not get horny for Alice any more, and thus became partially impotent. In Yasha's mind she was going to restore his masculinity because all he really needed was a better piece of pussy. Yasha felt she was capable.
Yasha got down on her knees and made sure Alice could see what she was doing. George spread his legs while he sat on a chair, his cock hanging down. He massaged it, and she pushed her mouth forward and grabbed his pud. She pulled it with tender fingers and stretched it, trying to release some of the pent-up desire, and then everyone in the room heard his painful cries when he went off.
Then Yasha rose off her knees and quite casually flicked her hair in place and made sure Alice saw her strut away, as though she had just taken candy from a baby.
"Hey, you're a pretty wild chick, Yasha. You surprise me." Fitz said, coming to where Yasha was standing.
"It's a party isn't it? I can't stand selfish bitches."
The fucking continued and everybody had fucked everybody at least one time. Now they were going around for the second time. Fran was on her knees hovering over Mr. Fitz's massive meat. She had most of his cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, taking his crown deep in her throat. Her lips puckered and smacked over the seething juices seeping from his tube. She was not aware of all that was happening around her. The others had stopped fucking and were just observing how she sucked Fitz.
Adell and Alice had nothing to do while George and Miller rested to get another hard on, but watching how Fran was doing her number on Fitz aroused them all. Alice was excited by the way Fran's ass was sticking up, fanning, trying to keep her cunt cool until Fitz was aroused enough to fuck her again. This was Alice's second gangbang party, so to speak, and she felt she was a pro compared to these people. She looked at the others and wondered if they were going to get into the action with Fran and Fitz. To hell with them. She just had to taste some of Fran's asshole.
Alice crawled up close under Fran's ass and touched her lightly. Fran took the cock out of her mouth just long enough to look back over her shoulder at Alice. The look on Fran's face said that she did not mind a third party joining in. "You look so lovely, I thought I'd join in," whispered Alice, spreading Fran's asscheeks apart.
Alice, being the oldest woman there, looked deep into Fran's cleft. The hairs around Fran's pussyhole were damp and there were traces of white stuff deep inside her snatch. The pussy winked and more of the cum trickled down. Alice cocked her head, hypnotized, and stuck a finger into the pussyhole. Fran moaned and made a circle with her hips. Alice grasped her cheeks a little more firmly and began to eat her in earnest.
Two fingers were inserted into Fran's asshole while Alice sucked the pussy-slit below. She could feel the juices come out of the cunt-hole and smear over her mouth. She licked and swallowed most of it, but Fran was really in heat. There seemed to be buckets of cum dripping down-Alice was really burning the pussy hole out. It was a big thrill for Fran to suck and be sucked at the same time.
George had thought about getting back into the action, but his wife was there at Fran's behind. He could fuck Alice any time he wanted, and there was nothing to do at Fran's front and because she was going down on Fitz. He decided he would wait for an opening.
Adell was hot to fuck again and she stood up and put her cunt down over Fitz's face. She squatted a bit, and gaped open her twat. Now Fitz had some pussy to suck while Fran went down on his pud, and Alice had the rear action covered.
George's cock slowly came back to life watching Fran shift around and sit down on Fitz's prick. It looked so sexy the way she eased down with her hips forward, as though there was a nice, long broom handle slipping up into her guts. She made a face that said she was taking a little pain with the sweet goodness. She bit her bottom lip and used one leg to hold her weight up off the tip of the cock. Adell faced Fran, still squatting over Fitz's face. Fitz had hooked both his arms up through Adell's center, which allowed him to draw her ass down when he wanted to insert his tongue in her crack. When Adell would have an orgasm, there would be fluid dripping down over his face. He would push Adell-off his face and run his tongue around his mouth, clean away the fluid, and then tongue-fuck her some more.
Adell saw how Fran's face contorted and she felt compassion. She reached out and drew Fran into her arms. She planted a big, juicy kiss on the girl's lips. George had never seen two women make love that way. It seemed so natural, and at the same time, sexy as hell. He thought just how horny these girls were-they had to be to want to fuck each other. Well, he would love to give that Fran something to scream about.
He looked over at Yasha who was just sitting there in a trance. Maybe she felt like going around a second time? The first time he fucked her it had been pretty good, although she had held back a little because Saber was there. His cock had grown big and hard again. He went over to Yasha and she looked up to see what he had in mind. His cock flagged in her face and she automatically took it in her hands. It jerked in a fucking motion and she knew George wanted to jam her up a bit. She stretched out on her side and cocked one leg up. He got down on his knees and prodded his weapon into her narrow slit. He grunted and pushed about three inches of cock into her slit and started to fuck. Yasha had a very talented cunt-hole and she knew how to excite a guy. While he huffed and puffed, she looked down at his penis driving in her hole. It seemed to excite her no end to see a man fuck her that way. She raised up on one elbow and became the contortionist.
Then Miller came over and lay on his side to position his penis so Yasha could blow it off. As soon as she had the penis in her mouth, Miller just flaked out and pumped it to her, fast as he could.
George was about to go crazy. It excited him to see Yasha gumming Miller's prick, while his own was deep in her acrobatic cunt. There was something about the way she seemed to love having a dick in her mouth. Yasha looked as though this might be the only thing she would ever want to do in life: lay up with a big prick stuck in her throat, while being fucked at the other end. It was not very long before Miller climaxed. George watched carefully to see if Yasha would swallow his semen or spit it out. Then he saw her motion for Adell to come to her. Adell had been sitting on Fitz's face, but when she saw Miller go off, she also wondered what Yasha would do with the mouthful of cum.
Adell came close enough to kiss Yasha. Yasha pulled her even closer, her mouth still filled with the fluid. Then their lips touched and Yasha opened her mouth to let the cum run down into Adell's mouth. Adell caught most of it, but some escaped and dribbled down her chin.
Seeing the two women pass the cum between themselves, loving the thrill of doing such a thing, made old George explode his charge. His entire body ached and rocked with the glorious sensation. Both women looked at him simultaneously and moved right away to suck him clean.
Bill Fitz parked the station wagon under a tree just off the road. He climbed out and walked around the station wagon and opened the door for Linda. He had been strangely quiet during the short ride and she knew there was something bugging him.
"What did you and my father have to talk about that took so damn long?"
"Mostly about you. Your about your grades."
Bill faced her and looked deep into her eyes. Then his eyes swept over her bulging tits nearly plunging out of her skirt.
"This isn't working out at all like I had planned. I thought we might have some time together. Instead my old man grabs you the first thing and keeps you to himself."
"Your father is a very nice man, Billy. He really cares about you." She stroked his chin in a motherly fashion.
He yanked her to him and tried to roll his penis on her thigh. Linda pulled back.
"Listen," he panted, "we can fuck right here in the car. No one ever uses this road. And they won't miss us up at the house."
"No, Billy, let's be reasonable. I'm really worn out from all that horseback riding. I'm very sore from having sat in the saddle all day. Besides, it's too risky. Well have plenty of time for sex later."
"You don't seem to understand. I'm so horny for you my guts are about to spill out. I gotta have you, hold you, eat you all up ... "
"I know, and I'm sorry, Billy. But there just isn't enough time now. I told you I'm really bushed."
"I gotta do something." He grabbed his cock and started playing pocket pool, and squeezed his knees together.
"Right here in the open, huh?" she said, rather annoyed. "Take out your dick."
"What?"
"Take out your dick and let me see it."
He hurriedly opened his fly and pulled his penis free. Linda gave out with a sexy whistle when she saw that he hadn't been kidding. The kid's toy was as big as a baseball bat.
"Hmmm, it looks delicious, Billy. That's what I like about you. You're such a man and your dick is always so hard." Her voice was that of an enchantress now.
She stepped back from him. He automatically moved toward her with his cock preceeding him by a good mile! She held up both hands to halt him.
"No, no, I just want you to look at me. Will you do that for me, Billy? And I'll look at your dick while you look at me."
All Bill could do was hold his head up and pant for mercy.
Linda unbuttoned her blouse for the second time today. She pulled one tit free and squeezed it into a cone. Billy gasped. She looked down at his cock and licked her lips, implying she was hungry for his meat in her mouth. Billy grabbed his penis and started to beat his meat. She knew that he became overly excited just seeing her huge breasts. She raised both arms high above her head and made her big, booming tits sway from side to side. Billy beat the meat faster. Then she began to bump and grind, wiggling all the way down to her knees, then grinding up again. Billy nearly fainted. The suggestive moments made her tits flop up and down, and when she wiggled upward, the tits smacked her in the face!
She quickly peeled down her jeans and showed him her pussy. She leaned back against the station wagon and arched out her hips while she fingered her clit. She cocked the thumb of that hand and began poking her fingers stiffly into her cunt-hole. She clenched her teeth as she looked down at her pussy, as if she were being turned on by looking at it, which made young Billy want to ball her even more. Just to touch her would have done the trick.
Bill came, wide-legged, over to her and stood with his boy meat stretching and straining to touch her body. But he did not dare try for an insertion.
"I bet your cock would feel, oh, so good inside me ... " Her eyes rolled and she sucked her bottom lip.
"Let me have some pussy-let me fuck you."
"No," she teased, while milking her tits again-pushing them upward and outward. "I want you to see me. I want to see if you really care for me, or is it just my pussy?"
His fist pumped frantically over his shaft. He could not stand it a moment longer. If she was not going to let him fuck her, he sure as shit could not hold it back. One final look at her big breasts brought about the realization that a woman so magnificently sculptured actually belonged to him.
"Make it hot for me, sweetheart."
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... " he groaned.
"C'mon, do this for Momma. You always shoot off so pretty. When you go off you drop a big, heavy load. Think of how good it was the last time you stuck that good dick in my pint-sized cunt. Think how hard it gets when you have your dick deep in me-how I kissed it the first time we were together. And" how you exploded all over my face and your come got in my face and hair ... remember?"
"I remember-oh, how I remember!"
"It was good, wasn't it?"
"Suck it for me now, suck it please! Take me out of my misery ... help me."
"Ohhh babeeee ... you're doing just fine. Look down at yourself-see how big it's growing. It looks so sweet and long, so much bigger than any dick I've ever seen before."
She licked her tongue out at him. He trembled.
"Oh, ahhh, oh, ahh ... "
"Here-stick your finger in my pussy."
She spread her legs open and brushed her pussyhairs aside so he could see her hole better. Then with two fingers she entrapped her clit and yanked down on it. The clit became a hardened tongue the size of her thumb.
"See-I have a little peewee the same as you. If I stretch it like this-it comes all the way out. See me?"
Billy had an orgasm so good that it threw him back against a tree. As he went off he slid slowly down to the ground with his penis erupting like a volcano.
Chapter Ten
Three days after returning from spending the weekend at Mr. Fitz's place, Alice Jones was raking leaves in her backyard. She happened to notice she was being observed from the upstairs window of the house next door. Little Johnny Sutton, the next-door neighbor's ten-year-old son, kept his eyes glued to her figure as Alice strutted about the yard.
She became self-conscious in the shorts she was wearing. She felt like a seductress. Little Johnny had stayed home from school because of a bad cold. Both his parents worked. The backyard was well concealed from other prying eyes. Something came over Alice. Why not let the kid see her, she thought.
She stopped her work and went into the house. When she came back out, she was in a bikini and carried a bottle of suntan lotion. She stretched out in the sun where she knew the kid could see her. She rubbed lotion over her body, making sure that the boy was watching everything she did. It was a darling idea and she quickly took off her halter and let her tits spring free. That had to make Johnny's little prick get hard.
He wanted a closer look and he ran downstairs, thinking Alice would not see him standing behind the hedge. But she smiled and called him over and they began to talk. They discussed neighborhood stuff, and Johnny's school work. He said that his grandmother, who was taking care of him, was asleep inside the house. They had a very nice conversation, and she offered him a glass of milk and led the way into the kitchen.
Alice knew that if she got caught she would be in deep shit, but she was willing to take the chance.
Inside the kitchen she could feel the boy's eyes on her ass. Her bikini was much too small to conceal her ample buttocks. She was embarrassed, feeling her flesh shake violently, knowing that she had taken on some weight. With each step she felt as though her cheeks were going to slip out of the bottom of her scanty covering.
As he drank his milk she sat in a chair, facing him, and continued to spread lotion on her legs. She spread her legs apart and brought her hands teasingly up the insides of them. The material of her bikini was pulled tight over her cunt and she was sure little Johnny saw the slit down her middle. Alice was beginning to get aroused by it all.
His eyes stayed on her while she made idle chatter. She saw him bring his knees together as though his peewee pained him when it swelled. Finally, she told him to come out into the living room. She was finding it too difficult to stall the game any longer. When they reached the couch, she simply decided to lower her bottoms. Little Johnny's eyes got as large as saucers and they were glued onto her pussy. She pushed her hips forward and parted her cunt so that he could see her hole. She licked one finger and stroked it down the center. The boy could barely keep still, and his cock began to make a bulge in his pants.
Little Johnny was not bashful. He wanted to feel her titties right away. Alice let him. She did not see any harm, knowing that no one would be watching. Her pussy got hotter when he caressed up and down her legs. She let him stick one finger into her cunt. He twirled it around for a second, then she leaped up from the couch. Suddenly she was drawn up in it. She stood in front of the boy where he could see her crotch. She took a handful of her pussy, to arouse the boy even more.
She saw how aroused he became when he saw how soft and good it looked between her thighs. She shifted her weight so that it rested on one leg, which opened a little space so that he could see the inner lips of her pussy better.
"What's the matter, honey?" she asked, seeing him reach for her leg and encircled it.
"You look pretty, lady."
"Why thank you, Johnny. How nice of you to say that."
Then he put both hands around her thighs and she started to pull back, but he was really acting as though she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. He squeezed and his little fingers sunk into her buttocks. His mouth was directly against her pussy and she could feel his hot breath. He fingered her asshole. Before she could say stop, he was licking the insides of her thighs, going from one side to the other. At first it tickled, then it got more intense as his wet tongue moved over her like a serpent. Little Johnny's voice became muffled as he moved in between her thighs. She had to stiffen her body. His kisses were burning her. Now his tongue was sliding back and forth along her pussy. She opened her legs and his tongue came into her the way a penis would. She caught his head between her legs and wiggled to make it better. She teased his tongue with her slit and he was soon frantic and slurping her cunt-juice.
Alice knew it was wrong to take advantage of a kid so young, but she was far past the stage of stopping it. She bent down and opened his fly; she wanted the real thing now. She closed her eyes and remembered the last time her husband fucked her. George had a big universal-sized cock and it had left her sore for days. He had sucked her off and kissed deep in her ass. It was embarrassing because George had never sucked her ass before. Maybe she could get little Johnny to do that to her. After all, he was still young and did not know the difference.
As it happened, there was not that much to teach little Johnny. He knew just what to do. He was good at it too. He showed her what it was like to get her cunt sucked and played in by a hot tongue. He enjoyed licking her from the other end as well. Of course she had some reservations about letting him do that, his being so young and innocent, but it was good to let a child find out things for himself. It was a beautiful arrangement because now she would not have to masturbate today, and any time she got a little horny, all she had to do was to call little Johnny over. He had shown her that he was crazy about her pussy, and willing. It was marvelous the way the younger generation picked up things so quickly. No matter what you tried to keep secret from them, they always managed to discover it.
It was perfect for Alice. Now she had a weapon to combat her husband with. If she put him on rations, maybe he would come to bed more often.
She was all smiles the rest of the day after little Johnny had left her.
The very next day Alice called Johnny over to the house again. She wasted no time in getting him worked up so she could suck him. But she was due for a surprise because she did not know that Johnny had mentioned yesterday's visit to his grandmother and the grandmother had told the boy's parents that evening. She had just begun to go down on Johnny when the grandmother came barging in through the kitchen door.
"Well, well," said the outraged grandmother, "you oughta be ashamed of yourself, Alice Jones. I thought so! I'm going to see that this whole town knows about you!"
"Oh, wait, please-I didn't mean any harm. Don't expose me. My husband is a principal and he would lose his job and we'd be run out of town!"
It was past ten o'clock and Spike and Barney had not scored on any chicks. Friday nights were always a bit slow on the stem. They cruised down the main drag looking for girls to pick up. No luck. They turned into Derby's Drive-In and parked. Most of the kids from Wilbur High hung out at Derby's. After parties or a school dance they all brought their dates here for hamburgers and French fries. Tonight seemed slow and Spike and Barney got out and car-hopped for a while. Then they spotted their pal, Bobby Wills.
Bobby was sitting with a freckle-faced girl named Jeanie. Spike and Barney stopped.
"Where did you get that nice lookin' piece of ass, Bobby?"
"Yeah, you sure are becoming popular with the chicks all of a sudden. What happened, did you change your hair tonic?" Spike laughed.
Bobby said, "Shee, is you got it, you just got it!"
Bobby got out of his car and pulled the two boys aside. "The chick with me is Jeanie Baker. She really flipped out over me. I'm gonna sting that twat tonight. Got a motel already lined up."
"Dig, Bobby. Is it true that Miss Harris gave you a blow job?"
"You guys didn't believe me, did you? I wouldn't lie about that. Man, Miss Harris will suck your cock right off! She digs young guys. The chick's dynamite!"
"Can you picture a sexy doll like Harris going down, baby? Imagine that. But dig it, cool breeze, the word is out that Billy Fitz is makin' it with her too. The broad has even spent the weekend at Bill's old man's place. Now you know there had to be some action going on in that pad."
"Yeah, I bet Billy and his dad fucked the shit out of Miss Harris."
Bobby tried to tell them, "She's easy to lay, man."
"Ah, come on, Bobby. I bet you didn't screw the broad."
"Well ... I didn't actually fuck her, but I could have!"
"I sure would like to fuck her, Jack!"
"Hey, all you gotta do is go by her house and show her your cock. She'd go down in a flash. I know! You guys are missing out, I'm telling you. See the chick I'm with? The word got out that I'm a super cocksman because I hit on Miss Harris. Now all the young cunts want to give some, because of my mature experience." He stepped back and popped his fingers. "Oweeeo, let's hear it for the mature experience! Can you dig it?"
"Cut it out, you creep."
Spike and Barney went back to their car and climbed in. They looked at each other.
"Suppose that creep is telling the truth?"
"Well, if Miss Harris fucked him, she will fuck anybody. The broad gotta be hard up. So why don't we take a swing by her house? Tonight would be a good night because old Billy-boy went to a sportsman's dinner to pick up another trophy. So he won't be in our way."
"You ain't said shit, let's go!"
Linda Harris was alone in the house and had just had a soothing bath. She slipped into a robe and was drying her hair, preparing for bed, when the door bell rang. She answered it, and the moment she saw Spike and Barney she sensed trouble. These two boys were the leaders of the "Rat Pack" at Wilbur High. They had a reputation for rustling pussy from young girls and pushing pot on campus.
"Hello there, Miss Harris. Mind if we come in?" Barney put his foot in the door.
"I was just getting ready to retire. What do you boys want?"
"Billy sent us over to tell you something."
"For a teacher you are incredibly stupid." Spike shoved his way inside and looked around.
Linda knew that if she fought them it would only encourage them. It was best to play it cool and maybe they would see how stupid they were.
"Please hurry with what you have to say."
"Are you all alone here, toots?"
"Don't force me to be rude, boys. State your business."
"Well ... we just thought you might want some company."
"Maybe you want some of this-" Barney rubbed his cock so she could see his hard.
"Billy said we should come over and you'd fix us up, Teach."
Spike closed the front door.
Billy Fitz had decided that he was not going to college. He was going to talk his dad into sponsoring his tennis career. He also decided to come right out and ask Miss Harris to live with him. It did not matter that she was years older than he was. His family had money and money would make up for the age difference. At least he could support her in comfort.
It was late when he left the sportsman's dinner, carrying the trophy for best athlete of the year. He drove directly to Linda Harris' house. He had to tell her his plans. He hurried up the walk toward the front door. The light was still on in the living room. Fran would not be there because she was spending the night with Frank. He saw a shadow move inside and wondered if Miss Harris had company. Instead of knocking, he went to the window and peeked in. He could not believe what he saw:
There was Miss Harris, naked, sitting astride Barney's cock. Spike stood over her face, making her suck his pud. He saw Spike stand rigid as he shot off into her mouth.
He could not believe that she would give it to two guys at one time. Somehow that seemed wicked, and implied that he would never be able to please her himself. One man was not enough, in any way, shape, or form, for Linda Harris. She was a bitch with two faces. She was greedy to be fucked, and fuck. The thing that hurt him most was the fact that she was thoroughly enjoying it. He thought she would at least have had the decency to take the boys into her bedroom. Instead she was fucking them in the front room, on the floor. The scene must have been pretty hot and frantic before he arrived at the window. He could see it all-how they had probably just walked in and showed her their cocks and she had been so frantic and horny that she leaped for them. She probably sucked them both at the same time. What a picture that must have been, with her sucking on one, then the other, until they both shot off. And young guys shot off a lot of stuff from their pricks, which meant she must have gotten a double mouthful.
Now she was jacked over a chair. She was on her knees on the chair, leaning over the back of it, sucking and pulling on Spike's cock. Barney was behind her putting so much cock to her slit that it was almost more than she could handle. She made loud smacking noises with her mouth as if to excite them to do their damndest. They tried, and it was slowly getting to her. Barney kept playing with her soft ass, pinching, squeezing, and patting her cheeks to make them quiver, as his long spear shot in and out of her like a piston. Once in a while he would strike too deep and she would ease off Spike's dick, hold her head back and grunt until Barney had enough of the deep action. Then she would shove Spike's dick into her mouth.
Spike was watching Barney fuck her and it made his dick all the harder and that much closer to blowing his stack. Then both boys were fucking as fast as they could go. She was getting it from both ends, fast and furious and she was trying to keep up with their paces.
Suddenly the front door came banging in! Spike and Barney stopped fucking. Linda looked back over her shoulders, but made sure Barney's dick stayed deep in her asshole.
"Now wait a minute, Billy-don't get pissed!" said Spike, backing away from the teacher.
"Yeah, man, we were only having a little fun. I mean, she-"
"Get your asses out of here before I break your necks! Ya' fuckin' meathead!"
Barney tried to finish getting his nut off in spite of the threat. Linda cowered away and back against the wall. Then Billy glared at Barney with intent to become violent. Both boys grabbed up their clothes and split through the door.
Billy slowly turned to face beautiful, half-fulfilled Linda, panting, afraid of what he might do to her.
"OK lady, if this is the way you want to play the game. But you should have told me sooner that you couldn't get enough. I had a lot more to give."
"Billy I didn't mean to hurt you, honest. I don't know what came over me."
"I know. The same thing that suddenly came over you when you balled my dad. I know you fuck my dad."
"What?"
"He set you up, teacher. He told me you were a cum-freak who got turned on by her students. He said that you would fuck any cock you could get-and that's why he invited you up to our place that weekend. Dad was right about you."
"That's not true."
"It's true and you and I are through. But before I go, I'm going to show you a trick or two. I'm gonna give you the best fuck of your life. One to remember me by."
He stood in front of her and dropped his jeans. His hard cock stood out like a fallen treetrunk!
Chapter Eleven
Linda and Fran waved good bye to Marinda and gave it the finger. Linda took one last look behind her before turning the car on to Highway 101 toward Los Angeles. To hell with Marinda and all its pompous, phony citizens. There had to be a better way of life waiting for them in Hollywood. Who knows? She and Fran might become stars. All it took was the right blow job on the right producer's cock, and a girl could become a star overnight. But teaching, as far as she and Fran were concerned, was for the birds. There was still too much glorious life to live, too many good cocks to suck and fuck. Teaching was for those persons who had lived life and experienced it fully, as they now intended to do in Hollywood.
Linda had given it a great deal of thought. Leaving Marinda was the best thing to do. Billy Fitz, sweet boy that he was, would go on to become another Pancho Gonzales, and his dad would continue to chase young gals and make millions. Poor Alice Jones and Mr. Jones had been run out of town because of the scandal about that young boy, which also helped Linda decide her fate. She and Fran were going to the big city and see how the pussy-and-dick game was played there.
"I'm starting to miss Frank already."
"There'll be plenty of big cocks waiting for us in L.A. Just keep sucking your thumb and keep your legs crossed."
"Hey-look up ahead there! Is he hitch hiking?"
"Yeah, cute guy, huh? He doesn't look bad."
"I bet he's got a big cock, too!"
"Let's stop and pick him up."
"Why not? It's a long ride to L.A. There's nothing like a good meal along the way."
"You said it, Teach. Let's give this guy a lesson."
