One of the trends, albeit sad, in adult fiction is toward the unhappy ending. It seems to be an affirmation that sex is a perversion, a sin, something deserving of punishment. Thus it might be presumed from the average stack of adult novels-so-called sex books-that society is right: sex is wrong.
There can be nothing more further from the truth!
There can be no question that sex can cause difficulties in many ways-socially and privately. Hate, envy, greed, jealousy, frustration; all can crop up from sexual expression.
However, most books focus on those negative aspects and completely forget that love and warmth, companionship, total fulfillment and tranquility can also be the results of a sexual relationship. Such are the positive results of a kind of balancing act needing the utmost of human perceptiveness to make work.
This novel tells the story of the more positive aspects, predicting that fulfillment can come from within-and from sex. Despite the fact that the first brush Amy has with her immature attempts at sexual fulfillment is bad, she learns that sex can be good. Is there any harm in her promiscuity? Perhaps, and perhaps not. It has not yet been proven that there is harm in sexual expression, and there is a strong body of opinion that all children would be better off if they were released from the over-tight strictures of sexual repression.
But this is not the issue in this fast - paced novel. What is the issue is whether or not Amy can find happiness despite a series of sexual problems that threaten to tear her life apart. She becomes a toy, a mere plaything in the hands of older, more experienced men. She is driven and pulled along by her needs and their demands. When she enters into a sexual union with a man and his son at the same time, the reader is prompted to ask: "Is this the beginning, or the end? For whom?"
Those are the questions the author has attempted to answer in this novel.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Good night, Mrs. Curtis!" young Richie Prine sang out as he and the rest of the 8th graders hurried from the classroom.
Amy Curtis sat back in her chair and shut her eyes. Her heart was thumping. She pressed her thighs together and noted that the lips of her love cove were moist.
Her first day back at work as a teacher had been difficult for her, and in the same way as before: Try as she would to resist them, the young boys turned her on. Especially sandy-haired, eager Richie. He reminded her of another young student named Jeff, at another school, some months ago.
Shamefully the twenty-three-year-old teacher recalled the event which had destroyed her marriage and would have ruined her reputation as well if she hadn't heeded her husband's demand and left town. She didn't want to think about it, but she couldn't help herself. It had become an obsession.
She and handsome, bushy-haired Jeff, who was quite tall for thirteen, had been in the living room of her home, going over a special assignment he had completed for her English class. She had asked him show it to her at home rather than to wait and turn it in the next morning at school. She had told him that she wanted to allow him an opportunity to correct any errors before turning the paper in; it was something special. But the real reason, which Amy well knew, was to get Jeff alone where they could get better acquainted and no one would disturb them. That's when it started. Amy sighed and closed her eyes, reconstructing what happened.
She sat beside him on the sofa and allowed her skirt to creep high on her thighs-so high, in fact, that the bands at the tops of her stockings, which she wore in preference to stifling pantyhose, came into view. She saw Jeff glance down at her shapely, long legs. She had caught him eyeing her breasts earlier.
Amy was tingling with anticipation. What she had in mind for Jeff she would never have contemplated with a fully grown man. With her husband, she only tolerated sex. Young boys were her passion, and that afternoon she was determined to do something about it for the first time.
She moved closer to Jeff, holding his neatly penned composition in front of him. "Now here, this is what I mean," she said, apparently all business. "You've left the preposition dangling."
"Where, Mrs. Curtis?" young Jeff asked earnestly, his adolescent voice cracking.- "In the first sentence on this page. Read it."
She placed her hand on Jeff's thigh, so close to his lap that her little finger nearly touched the bulge at the crotch of his jeans.
The youth sucked in his breath and turned startled, confused eyes on the pretty brunette. She struggled to maintain her equilibrium as she kept her hand on Jeff's warm, very firm thigh.
"Go ahead, Jeff," she urged, her voice the slightest bit husky. "Read it."
"Uuuuh...." It was clear that the lad was disconcerted as he tried to focus his attention on the paper which Amy held. "That, uh, first sentence... there?"
"Yes, Jeff. You hold the paper."
As the youth took the composition from Amy's hand, she made it a point to trail her fingertips across the backs of his fingers and over his wrist. Then she used her free hand to remove the small, circular-rimmed glasses which had perched on her nose. She placed the glasses on the coffee table, keeping her other hand on Jeff's thigh all the while.
He squirmed nervously. "Uuuh, the sentence says...."
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Amy slid her hand the rest of the way to Jeff's crotch and gasped when she felt that his adolescent cock was hard. It seemed like a big one, too, for a boy who was only thirteen.
"Mrs. Curtis!" he exclaimed, his cheeks turning red.
"What would you say, Jeff," Amy suggested, "if we forget the assignment for a while?"
Her insistent hand was massaging the super-stiff column which stuck down the youth's left pants leg. She could feel his prick throbbing through the coarse fabric of his jeans.
"M-Mrs. Curtis... what are you doing?" Jeff managed to utter.
She smiled, her cheeks warm and rosy. "I'm feeling your cock. Do you mind?"
"Ooh g-gosh!" the lad blurted.
"Wouldn't you like to feel me?" Amy asked, her heart thumping wildly as she pulled her dark skirt all the way up to her lap, exposing luscious bare thighs above her stockings. Garter straps pressed against the smooth, cream-colored flesh as they traveled from underneath the lacy edges of her blue panties to grip the reinforced dark tops of her hose.
An unintelligible sound rattled in Jeff's throat as he placed a sweating hand on his teacher's bare thigh. The contact sent a sharp new thrill racing through Amy. Her cunt was wet already, its lips plastered against the snug-fitting crotch of her panties.
"Don't be afraid, Jeff," Amy crooned, her voice tense with passion. "Stroke my thigh." She hesitated, then daringly blurted, "Find my pussy."
The thirteen-year-old lad breathed hard as he slid his hand to her widening crotch and pressed it against her damp, silken panties. He thrilled to the plushness of her cuntal lips on the other side of the thin, warmly moist cloth.
Amy quickly unzipped his fly. Excitement pounded through every cell of her body as she snaked her hand inside the youth's pants and boxer-style undershorts to grasp the very rigid shaft of his penis. She pulled his cock out.
"Ooh, my goodness!" she exclaimed when she saw how long and super-hard his organ was. It was nearly as lengthy as her husband's, but it wasn't as thick, and the skin which covered it was pale white, not brownish like Don's. Also that skin extended to the very end of the organ where it formed a ruffled ring around the pink tip of the lad's fine young pecker.
Gripping Jeff's upthrust cock firmly around the bulge at its end, Amy moved her hand downward, and his virginal cockhead popped out. Like the skin on the outside of his organ, the color of his glans was pale-but a fresh, mouth-watering pink, instead of white.
Amy did what she had long wanted to do with a young boy, but would never have thought of doing with her husband: She bowed her head, her long hair showering about the youth's lap, and she seized the mushroom-like head of his penis in her mouth.
"AAARGH!" Jeff exclaimed, and a tremendous jolt went through him.
He struggled desperately to maintain control as his teacher thrillingly sucked his hot, throbbing cock. The sensation was like nothing he had ever imagined-so warm and clasping and wet!
Out of her mind with a wild new lust, Amy sucked madly, burning young Jeff's urethra. Her mouth glided hungrily up and down on his shaft, skidding across the very sensitive ridge of his glans.
He writhed, gasping and groaning. His hand was clutching Amy's quaking cunt through her panties. She started to come, and in a more thrilling way than she had ever climaxed with Don.
She kept sucking Jeff's wonderful, young prick. There was only a slight salty taste to it; otherwise it seemed perfectly clean.
Only approaching the threshold of his manhood, Jeff had never ejaculated. He had played with himself, as all young boys do, delighting in the erections he achieved, but his adolescent balls had yet to give forth a harvest.
As his teacher sucked his cock, however, he felt a wild new churning in his loins. Something was going to happen, he realized, but he wasn't sure what it would be.
He tensed, shoving his legs straight out in front of him. He panted. His hips squirmed against the sofa cushion.
"UUUH!" his breath exploded, and the most glorious sensation he had ever known swept through him, shaking his body from shoulders to knees. His prick jabbed deep into his teacher's sucking mouth, and the stiff thing jerked violently, giving him more ecstasy. A hot sensation sped up from his nuts, through the tube of his twitching penis, and into Amy's mouth.
She went wild with delight as Jeff's cum splattered into her throat and washed over the tingling taste buds on her tongue. Her climax blossomed gloriously as her eyes watered and she gulped Jeff's spurting semen down. Its musky scent and unique taste, like nothing she had ever known, added to her uncontrolled passion.
Jeff had let go of her pussy in his thrashing, vibrating excitement, and her hot organ was climaxing alone against the gossamer fabric of her panties. But the presence of his twitching, spewing prick in her mouth furnished all the contact she needed. It was delightful.
"Oooooh, M-Mrs. Curtis!" Jeff exclaimed when she finally lifted her head, letting his softened penis slide out from between her wet lips.
The organ plopped back into his gaping fly as she straightened up and looked at him. Her chin was wet with spilled cum, and her red lips were foam-flecked. Her brown eyes were warm and very soft. Her cheeks glowed.
"Did you like that?" she asked, her voice a trifle hoarse. Her throat was sore from the happy punishment it had taken.
"Gosh, yeah!" Jeff callowly exclaimed.
"Well, we're not through yet. Put down that silly composition and take all your clothes off. I'm going to get undressed, too."
Jeff had been gripping his carefully prepared English paper all during the fellatio, and he had crumpled the pages. The sweat from his hand had smudged the ink.
He put the composition on the coffee table and stared at his open fly with his shrunken, small penis lying inside. Suddenly he was embarrassed. He hadn't had a chance to feel embarrassment before.
But his mind was quickly diverted to new delights as Amy stood in front of him, lifting her dress. She faced partially away so that Jeff could get a very good view of her tapering, full thighs above her stocking tops and also of her marvelously well-shaped bottom, of which Amy was quietly proud.
The cheeks of her stunning ass were firm and shaped like perfect half-moons. They were made even more enticing than if they were nude by the silken blue panties which stretched across them. The elasticized edges of Amy's briefs, which were narrowly trimmed in white lace, arched upward across her pert buttocks. The cleft between the mounds showed faintly through the blue nylon.
White garter straps traveled up Amy's thighs to disappear under her panties, though the structure of her garter belt was hazily visible at her waist.
Laying her dress aside, Amy immediately took hold of the back-strap of her brassiere and unhooked it. She turned to face Jeff as she let the bra's shoulder ribbons glide down her arms. Her titties stood proud and bare, crinkled brownish rings surrounding her nipples which shoved straight out.
Jeff's mouth dropped open. He was breathing hard again.
"Like what you see?" his teacher shamelessly asked him. "Yeaaah!"
"Want to see more?" Amy asked, feeling like a slut and delighting in it, as she hooked her thumbs around the elastic waistband of her panties and stretched it slightly up and down, exposing her garter belt.
Jeff excitedly nodded his head.
Amy looked at his lap. His cock hadn't resurrected itself yet, but she was confident that it would do so. Boys of his age, she had read, had no problem achieving multiple erections.
Facing Jeff, she lowered her panties, exposing the remainder of her white garter belt, then the puff of dark hair on her pubic mound. The thirteen-year-old gaped at his first sight of the nude female form. He had, of course, sneakily peeked at pictures of nude girls in magazines, but to see a pair of titties in the flesh and the real hair on a woman's cunt was something altogether different.
His excitement increased as Amy lowered her silken pants all the way and stepped out of them. The lifting and scissoring of her thighs revealed the soft pussy lips between them. Jeff was impressed by the fact that she had much more hair between her legs than he had. He was just beginning to grow fuzz on his balls and around the base of his cock.
"Well, don't you want to get undressed?" Amy challenged.
The lad hopped to his feet, and his teacher was thrilled by the emergence of his prick from his fly. His cock was bristling anew.
This time Amy wanted to receive the lovely thing where she could feel it most intensely- right in the hot little hole between her thighs. She felt sure Jeff would want to put it there.
He awkwardly shifted from one foot to the other, his cock sticking out, as he pulled his white t-shirt up and off. Though embarrassed to have his teacher staring at him in that condition, he was more concerned with looking at her beauty, the smooth swell of her hips and breasts as she stood before him in just shoes, stockings and garter belt.
Her titties were very beautiful, he thought, standing forward, with their crisp little nipples as stiff as his cock. He wanted to suck her tits, the way she had surprisingly and thrillingly sucked his cock.
Hopping from one foot to the other, Jeff pulled off his shoes. Then he pushed his pants down and got out of them. His shorts followed, and he was naked except for his socks.
He felt as if he should have been very ashamed, standing in front of a woman like that. But somehow he wasn't, though he was a bit embarrassed. His eagerness for more excitement overcame all else.
Amy didn't delay delivering that excitement to him. She approached and ran her gentle hands up and down his arms. He looked down at her titties, whose jutting tips nearly touched his chest. He gasped as she grabbed his cock, sticking the thing straight up to sandwich it between their bellies as she pressed close, and her tits spread springily against his hairless chest. He felt the furry mound of her cunt grinding against his balls. Her soft lips parted and pressed his, her tongue flickering.
Jeff's pecker throbbed delightedly. His eyes were closed, and his brain seemed to be spinning around.
Playing like this with his teacher was a lot more fun than baseball or football, he decided. In fact, it was more fun than anything he had ever done before.
For Amy it was like a new world opening up. She had dreamed of being with a young boy since her own adolescence when she had shared intimacies with her little brother, but she hadn't dared take the step before. It was dangerous, she knew full well, even as she embraced darling Jeff and kissed him and felt his hot cock throbbing against her tummy.
"Let's lie down on the sofa," she murmured. "I want you to get on top of me."
"You mean you want me to... fuck you?" Jeff asked, daring to use a word he had heard since he was old enough to remember, but which he had never had the opportunity to define explicitly.
"Ooh yes, darling!" Amy exclaimed, shivering with excitement. "I want you to fuck me!"
She enjoyed using the forbidden, filthy word with Jeff. It didn't seem filthy between them, as it did when her husband sometimes used it or when she saw it scribbled on a wall.
She lay down on the sofa, her smallish but shapely breasts jiggling to settle with their nipples standing straight up. She steepled and spread her knees.
Young Jeff, his cock sticking out like a bowsprit, angling upward, moved around to gaze up his teacher's thighs. The sight of her hairy, wetly split cunt, in all its mature sensuality, frightened him a bit. But his fascination with the female organ, which he had never seen so clearly before, overcame the negative thought.
"Do you like me this way?" Amy asked warmly as she watched the lad staring at her pussy.
"Gosh!!" was all he could say.
Amy chuckled. "Come on down here." She held out her arms to him.
Feeling tremendously excited and proud, Jeff knelt between his teacher's spread thighs and settled forward atop her. Her arms wrapped about him. His cock was sticking up between their bellies.
"Put it in me!" Amy whispered urgently at his ear. "I want your beautiful prick!"
Jeff pushed himself up on his arms and looked at her. "I... I'm not sure how to do it."
Amy loved his modesty, his willingness to accept guidance. What she disliked about grown men, including her husband, was their cocksure attitude concerning sex and the selfishness with which they took a woman. Never mind how she felt or what she wanted, so long as they were satisfied, it seemed.
She smiled tenderly at Jeff. "Just take your cock in your hand," she said, "and rub it down along the lips of my... cunt." (She had never used that word before, and it sent an extra thrill speeding through her.) "You'll find your way in. Then push until your whole, lovely prick is sticking all the way up inside me."
Oh, listen to me TALK! she thought, shivering with delight and anticipation.
Jeff shifted his body a bit so that he could grasp his sex organ. The thing was so stiff that it didn't want to tilt down very far, but he managed to bring the end of it into contact with the slitted softness between Amy's legs. He wiggled it around and, sure enough, he found an opening. He pushed.
The top of the Jeff's head seemed to lift right off as his cock glided smoothly and slickly all the way up his teacher's warm, snug cunt until it was completely buried in her body. His balls were lying against her crotch.
"Oooh, Jeffrey!" she cried, clutching him. "Wow, that feels so gooood!"
"Wh-what do I do now?" he asked, afraid to make a mistake.
"What do you feel like doing?"
"I want to... rub it up and down."
"Then rub it, Jeffrey! Stroke it! Just fuck me all you want!"
The thirteen-year-old began to stroke his amazingly rigid prick up and down in his teacher's narrow, clasping snatch. His cock was a lot skinnier than Don's-the only other person she had screwed. It was more bonelike. The realization that it was young, virginal Jeff inside her drove Amy wild with passion from the very first.
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" she panted, wriggling her hips and pumping her throbbing cunt up at the wonderful lance that was rhythmically spearing it.
Jeff let out a thrilled cry and fucked his teacher all the harder. Their bellies slammed rapidly together, his prick stabbing up, up, up into her wonderful writhing warmth.
"Oooooooooo!" Amy cried, clutching Jeff as she started to come.
The spastic heaving of her belly and the rippling clutches of her cunt brought Jeff to sudden climax. His immature balls wrenched painfully as they were called upon to give up their second helping of cream in the span of a few minutes. But give it up they did as the youth jerked in his teacher's pussy, spurting semen into her depths.
"That was... heaven!" Amy exclaimed.
Magnificent warmth suffused her entire body as she kept her eyes closed and kissed Jeff about his neck and ears and shoulders.
"You filthy slut!"
Amy's eyes popped open at the sound of her husband's voice. He stood just inside the room, staring at his young wife with a schoolboy sprawled froglike between her stocking-clad legs.
"My God!" Amy said. "Oh, my God!" She released Jeff.
The lad quickly pushed himself up and out of her. He scrambled to his feet, his wet cock swaying.
"Get your clothes on and get out of here!" Don grated at him. "Y-yes, sir!"
Embarrassed and frightened, Jeff fumbled with his shorts and jeans, pulling them up. He yanked his t-shirt over his head and stuck his feet into his shoes. He was out the door and flying down the street in moments, without so much as a final word or glance at the woman who had become more than a teacher of English to him. She had taught him about life.
CHAPTER TWO
Amy huddled in a corner of the sofa, her wet thighs drawn together, her arms shielding her naked breasts.
"How come you're... home so early?" was all she could say.
Her dark-haired husband, whose anger marred his boyish good looks, glared at her as if he could kill. "How long has this been going on?" he demanded.
"It never happened before!" Amy said.
"Liar! I'll bet you've been screwing school kids all along. That's why you won't give it to me usually when I want it. You've been fucking yourself out in the afternoons!"
"No, Don! Ooh, noooh!"
"Roll over!" he ordered as he approached the sofa. "What?"
"You heard me. Roll over!"
"W-what are you going to do?"
Don reached down, grasped his wife by an arm and twisted her onto her belly. Her beautiful ass vibrated, its cheeks quivering because of the sudden movement. Don stared at its impudent loveliness, framed by her garters and the dark tops of her stockings.
Then he proceeded to do what he had felt like doing many times when she had rejected his sexual advances. But he had never wanted to do it as intensely as at that moment, and he gave in to the urge. His hand came smacking down across Amy's ass-cheeks, making a sharp, fleshy report. Pain blossomed through her, and she shrieked. Her buttocks wobbled and quivered.
Kneeling on the edge of the sofa, with one hand planted against the small of her back, Don continued spanking her. He slapped her saucy, vibrating bottom until his hand burned. But this was nothing compared to the fire that seemed to engulf Amy's rear.
She bawled and writhed, kicking futilely. Don kept smacking her unfaithful ass until his arm ached.
His brain had begun to spin by that time, and the erotic contact of her compressing, wobbly buttocks with his hand had given him an erection.
It seemed fitting somehow that he should screw her for a final time, and he ripped his pants open, pushing them down. Still wearing his suit jacket, tie, and dress shirt, which his work as a salesman required, Don sprang between his wife's legs, holding her on her belly. His cock bobbed springily up and down.
"What are you dooooing?" Amy moaned.
"I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not," Don said. "Then we're through, baby. I'll be damned if I want a goddamned kid-lover for a wife!"
Momentarily Amy feared, with a sick sense of horror, that he might shove his brutal prick up her asshole. He had tried to do that a couple of times since they were married and, shocked, she had refused to let him.
Don considered that option as he glimpsed her enticing anus between the wobbling, rounded loaves of her ass. But he chose the easy way to get his rocks off and rammed his stiff, bald-headed prick all the way up her cunt.
Fucking her from the back, like the bitch that she was, seemed appropriate, and he did it without the slightest regard for her feelings.
All Amy felt was intense humiliation as her husband's rod pumped vigorously into her soggy but still-clasping hole, his firm belly slapping her well-spanked and smarting buns.
I hate him... I hate him! Amy kept thinking. I hate ALL men!
Her husband was expressing hatred, also, with each thrust of his brutal cock, knifing up her child-fucked passage. He gripped her bare hips between the straps of her garters.
"Move, Goddamn you!" he snarled, and gave her flank a fleshy slap. "You never could learn to wiggle your fucking ass!"
"Shut up!" Amy bawled. "I think you're hateful!"
Don didn't care what she said or how she felt about him. His pride wouldn't have permitted him to go on living with her under any conditions.
Holding her upthrust hips firmly, he drilled his hard cock into her, straight and strong. Amy had never felt so degraded. Don fucked faster and faster. His head grew light. He gave a growl.
Suddenly he came, his prick jerking in his wife's vaginal grasp, and he pushed into her to his balls, letting his gush of warm semen flood her insides, mixing with the cum which Jeff had placed there.
Don pulled out immediately and stood up. Holding up his pants and shorts with one hand and cupping his drippy cock with the other, he went to the bathroom.
Amy whirled about and sprang to her feet. Feeling badly soiled, her thrilling adventure with Jeff having turned into something vicious and sordid, she quickly pulled on her panties and wriggled her dress down over her head. She was fully dressed, except for her bra, when Don returned, his clothes in place.
"Why did you do it?" he demanded. "What did you think that kid could give you what I couldn't?"
"You wouldn't understand," Amy said coldly, and turned away.
"You're damned right I wouldn't! Well, you can pack your things and get the hell out of here. And if you don't file for divorce and get out of this town right away, I'll let the school board know what you've been up to. That would get you fired and make it awfully damned hard for you to land another job as a teacher anywhere."
Amy saw that she had no choice. Anyway, she didn't want to live with Don for another day. Their marriage, which had never been satisfactory from her standpoint, had become impossible to endure.
In fact, she would never endure marriage again, she assured herself. Men were brutal, thoughtless beasts who only wanted to satisfy their own lusts.
Amy packed and moved to a hotel that night.
"Hey, wake up there!"
Amy's eyes popped open behind her glasses, and she straightened in her chair. "I wasn't asleep," she told the male teacher who had just entered the room.
"You were giving a mighty good imitation of it," Clay Wakefield said as he ambled up to her desk.
A bachelor, about thirty years old, Clay had a tweedy, bookish quality about his lank frame and bushy, elongated head. His eyes occasionally sparkled with mirth, as they were doing at that moment. The trait gave him a certain charm, Amy supposed. But she was content to let other women enjoy it. To her, his attentions were only a bother.
She got up and turned to the blackboard, intent upon wiping off the work of her last-period class.
Clay watched her lush bottom vibrate in her thin skirt as her arm vigorously stroked.
"Lady, you have a perfectly delightful tokus!" he said.
"What?" Amy stopped wiping the board and looked at Clay over her shoulder.
"You don't know what a tokus is? Well, allow me to educate you. The Anglo-Saxon term for that object is ass."
"That's vulgar!" Amy sniffed, and returned to her work.
"Sorry," Clay said with a chuckle. "I thought ass had become acceptable in common parlance."
"Not to me."
Clay moved up behind her. Amy kept on cleaning the board, as if he wasn't there. Her haughtiness stimulated him to the point where he couldn't resist gliding his hand onto the beautifully curved and quivering bottom he had been admiring.
Amy froze. She wanted to slap Clay across his face, but she restrained herself. She had been hired at the new school on trial and didn't want to risk the loss of her job by having an ugly scene with a veteran teacher.
She turned and gave Clay a withering look through her small, circular glasses. "Was that a big thrill?" she asked, hoping to make him feel cheap.
"It was good enough to make me want more," he said frankly. "How about a date tonight?"
"I'm busy," was Amy's brusque reply. "Tomorrow then?"
"Mr. Wakefield, hasn't it occurred to you that I may not care to get to know you better?"
"Hmmm," he said thoughtfully. "Well, if that's how you feel, I suppose I'm wasting my time."
"You most certainly are."
Clay grinned. "Well, you still have a delightful tokus," he said, and turned to leave the room. "Have a nice night."
Amy didn't reply. Clay's idea of a nice night, she speculated, was probably fucking some poor girl until she couldn't see straight. That girl wasn't going to be her!
She completed cleaning the blackboard, put her desk in order, and headed toward her tiny apartment in a drab building located two blocks from the school. She was settling into a dull life, she feared. But it was better than being married and better than dating men like Clay Wakefield.
"Hi, Mrs. Curtis!" a young boy called as he rode past her on his bicycle.
Amy smiled and waved. She didn't recognize the youth, but he no doubt had been in one of her classes that day. She hadn't gotten to know all the children yet.
The lad's friendly greeting, given without any thought of making out, which had been the only thing in Clay's mind, gave Amy a warm glow.
But I mustn't ever do that again, she told herself sternly. It could ruin her career and even get her into trouble with the law.
She didn't know what to tell her warm little pussy, which responded throbbingly to the youth who had peddled past.
CHAPTER THREE
Amy was just stepping out of her panties, about to take a warm shower and snuggle into bed early, when a rapping sounded at her apartment door.
At that hour of the night-it was after nine- it wasn't safe to open one's door to a stranger. And Amy was sure that none of the people she knew in town would be calling on her so late.
The rapping sounded again, more urgently.
Amy picked up a robe and walked naked to the door, her titties jiggling.
"Who is it?" she called through the panel, a bit tremulously.
"Your next-door neighbor!" a masculine voice replied. "Sorry to bother you, but I've run out of ice. Could you spare some?"
It was on the tip of Amy's tongue to say no. But she remembered having glimpsed the fellow from next door, and seemed nice enough. Not to go to bed with, of course, because she wasn't interested in doing that with any man. But he certainly didn't seem like the sort who would knock a girl in the head for her money or rape her.
"Just a minute!" Amy called, and got into a robe. It was the kind that belted at the front, which didn't offer much security when she was naked underneath, but she figured it would be all right as long as she was careful.
She opened the door.
Her good-looking young neighbor, compactly built, wearing a sport shirt and slacks, grinned at her. "Hi, I'm Jack Patrick," he said.
"Amy Curtis. How do you do?"
"Usually pretty well," he replied, flashing another white-toothed smile. "But it's pretty difficult to do anything without ice. You know?"
He's probably got a girl next door and is trying to get her drunk, Amy thought. Well, at least he won't bother me.
"Come in," she said impersonally. "I'll get some ice from the fridge."
"Hey, thanks a lot."
Jack entered the apartment and shut the door. The click sent a tingle of apprehension through Amy as she strode into the tiny kitchenette. But she shrugged the feeling off.
He's well occupied for the evening, she assured herself again.
"Maybe I'm a funny guy," Jack said as he leaned against the doorjamb of the kitchenette and watched Amy lift a tray from the refrigerator, "but I have to have ice in my booze, even when I drink alone."
Amy nearly dropped the ice tray as she turned to face him. "Alone?"
"That's right." Jack's eyes moved over her speculatively, and she felt her nipples tingle.
Amy glanced down to make sure that her breasts were fully covered.
"Hey, you wouldn't want to come over and join me in a few drinks, would you? I'm not bad company if I do say so myself."
"No thanks," Amy said, and put the ice tray on the counter next to the sink. She lifted the handle of the tray and tried to crack the ice loose. It wouldn't budge.
Irritated and anxious to get the strange man out of her apartment, Amy jerked the handle hard. Her robe slipped, and a luscious bare titty popped out.
She was horrified. Letting go of the ice tray, Amy fumbled with her robe. Her cheeks were rosy by the time she had the robe snugly belted across her front once more.
Jack moved up to her. "That was cute as hell," he said, his voice bedroomish. "You really know how to turn a guy on."
Amy angrily faced him. "Mr. Patrick, for your information...."
His warm mouth stopped her words as he pulled her against him. His arms were like a vise around her back. He was plunging his wet tongue into her mouth.
Amy felt outraged. She struggled.
Her robe slipped and slid between Jack's body and hers. Unable to escape from his rapacious kiss, she raised a hand and clouted him across the side of the head. "So you want to fight, huh?" he growled, panting as he drew his mouth from hers. His cock was hardening against her belly. "Well, I dig chicks who like it rough!"
"No, you don't understand!" Amy said. "Get out of here!"
"After you showed me that tit?" He grinned in a steely way, the color rising in his cheeks. "Baby, you do like to play games, don't you?"
Amy's robe had worked itself partially open as she struggled against the man. He looked down and got a generous view of her breasts, with only the nipples and the outer halves of the mounds remaining covered. He slipped a hand between their bodies and under an edge of her robe. Grasping a satiny, firm breast, he pulled it out.
"Oh!" Amy exclaimed. She felt defiled.
Jack squeezed her titty, wiggling it about. He pinched the nipple between his forefinger and thumb. "Stop it!" Amy cried; She writhed and struck at the offensive man. But her blows didn't faze him. He laughed, seeming more determined than ever. He pulled Amy's robe wide apart, exposing her furry triangle and the gentle curve of her belly, as well as her tapering thighs.
He was playing a game which, to his perverted way of thinking, she had initiated. How could she convince him that she really wanted him to stop?
"I'll scream!" she threatened.
"Like hell you will!" Jack said. "The last thing you want is for the cops to come busting in here."
He was right. That would ruin her reputation at the school.
She started to cry. "Ooh, please leave me alone!"
"Quit blubbering!" Jack said. "That's something I can't stand."
He grasped her arms and shook her until her teeth rattled. Her jutting titties bobbed up and down.
Jack swung her up across his arms, holding her by her bare thighs and back, her robe hanging straight down from her shoulders. Amy was humiliated as he carried her into the living room and roughly dropped her on the sofa.
She stared up at him, her eyes wide. He had shocked her out of her crying.
Looking down at her, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. His chest was tanned and muscular, with quite a bit of hair. Amy considered the hairiness of men obscene.
Jack lowered his trousers and kicked them off, along with his loafers. His rod formed a peak in his boxer shorts which bobbed up and down. He grasped his undergarment at the waist and lowered it.
Amy stared at his cock. The organ was bald-headed and on the stubby side, short but thick. The bulging glans was purplish.
"This is rape!" Amy exclaimed, her throat tightening.
"Sure, baby," Jack said, pulling off his socks. "And that's just what you want, isn't it? In just a minute, I'll have you cooing."
"No! Ooh, my God!"
Jack dropped onto the couch, atop her. She felt his awful cock pressing against her belly. Then he was bending to her breasts, gathering them in his strong hands as he smeared his mouth across their nippled crests.
Amy felt a quaking inside. She was capable of response with grown men, though she hated their brutality and arrogance. She shut her eyes and bit her lip as Jack sucked her titties.
His mouth skidded lower.
"Noooh!" she moaned.
Jack paid no attention to her protest as he licked her belly button. Little tingles skittered over her flesh. Jack's hands were stroking up and down her thighs and across the fur on her mons.
Pushing himself back farther, he wrenched her thighs wide apart. Amy smoldered with shame as he stared at her crotch with its slash of soft flesh, dark hairs growing thickly at each side and gathered in a rich tuft at the top. He eyed her asshole, also, beckoning him from between her lush buns.
Boosting her legs onto his shoulders, he hunkered down to the sensuous feast. Amy cried at the touch of his mouth between her legs. His twisting tongue, wiggling in her soft flesh, and his teeth nipping at the lips and hairs, defiled and humiliated her.
Men are so filthy! she thought.
But her belly gave a spastic lurch and she gasped as Jack corkscrewed his tongue into her hot sexual hole, making it slick with his saliva and widening it as he circled his tongue about. He licked down across the little bridge that connected her cunt and asshole.
Amy was breathing hard by that time, her sexual glands exuding a thick, viscous juice. She couldn't help herself. She began to think about the thrust of the man's hard prick, which would stretch her long-idle cunny and reach into the center of her body. She didn't want it, and yet...
When Jack scrambled forward, fully atop her, she extended her arms up around him.
"That's more like it," he growled, clutching his cock and swabbing its spongy head along her sexual slit.
Amy arched her back, offering her pussy up. Jack entered it, opening the oval mouth wide. He plugged her entire passage with his thick, hard meat. Amy felt his glans expand in the pit of her vagina.
Breathing hard, she lifted her legs over Jack's back.
"You want it now, don't you?" he asked, pushing himself up on his arms to look her in the face.
"Just shut up," she said.
Jack pulled his pecker almost all the way out of her slick cunt, let it throb momentarily in her snug vaginal mouth, then drove it deep.
Amy whined.
The man slowly repeated the round trip and held his cock deep inside her.
She writhed and whimpered.
"What do you want, baby?" he asked, his voice tense. "Say it."
"Fuck me!" Amy said.
A harsh chuckle burst from him, and he stroked briskly in and out of the woman's grabbing, slippery sheath. She panted and moaned, clutching him like a constrictor with her arms and legs. He screwed her vigorously.
Her titties bobbed, and Jack stayed up on his arms to watch them. He enjoyed watching her contorted face, as well.
What a crazy broad! he thought. She acts like the Queen of England. She even fights. Then she goes ape when she gets a cock inside her.
Amy's hips were slamming upward, in synch with Jack's downward thrusts. She even circled her pussy around the hard, thick column which was stroking in and out of her, thrilling every nerve-end in her channel and on the head of her clit, which was stropped deliciously by Jack's prick.
She moaned as she returned Jack's eager fucking, stroke for stroke. He lowered his hairy, firm chest against her shaking tits, and it scratched excitingly against her stiff nipples. His mouth stimulated her lips, and his thrusting tongue kept time with the jab-jab-jabbing of his cock.
She felt terribly abused, but this didn't dampen her passion as she rose to her first orgasm in months. She came, gasping and gurgling, then tearing her mouth from Jack's to moan like a heifer being bred.
He kept fucking her for all he was worth, and as her climax blossomed in glorious fullness, he drove deep and let his cock twitch, hosing her insides with his rich, thick cream.
Amy sank into a virtual swoon. She could neither feel nor think. Her arms and legs slid away from Jack's body, and she was scarcely aware when he withdrew from her and stood up. She kept her eyes closed.
"You're a damned good piece of ass," he said.
She blinked.
"I had my doubts about you at first," Jack went on, grinning in satisfaction, "but when you started that fighting bit, I figured you were a broad who was just aching for it. And I was right. Baby, how long has it been since you got yourself fucked?"
"Get out of here!" Amy demanded, her eyes like hot coals.
Jack laughed. "Sure. Why the hell should I hang around now? But just remember where I live, baby. Any time you're hurting, give a little rap on my door. I'll be glad to give you what you need."
The nerve of him! Amy thought.
She stared hatefully as he gathered his clothes and climbed into them. In less than a minute, he tossed her a jaunty wave and was gone.
You slut! she told herself, and began to cry.
But Amy's power of rationalization quickly came to her assistance, and she convinced herself that she indeed had been raped. That awful man had forced the issue, and she had done nothing to encourage him. The only reason she hadn't screamed and scratched his eyes out was because she couldn't afford a scandal.
But just let him try to get at her again, she vowed, and he would think he had tangled with a wildcat.
She quickly got up and went to the bathroom where she sank into a warm tub, intent upon soaking and scrubbing every trace of him from her flesh.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, you got through another day with the little monsters, hm?"
Amy looked up from her desk and was not pleased to see Clay Wakefield standing in front of her, smiling down.
"They're not monsters," she said. "At least, most of them aren't."
"Go on. There isn't a one of them who wouldn't rape his own mother if he got the chance. That's the way they're brought up now, respecting nothing. But that's the parents' own fault, isn't it? It's unfortunate that we teachers have to bear the brunt of it."
"Mr. Wakefield, if you don't mind, I'm trying to grade some papers."
He stared at her, and a little twinkle came into his bluish-gray eyes. "Fuck the papers."
Amy gasped, and her cheeks colored.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Clay said. "I forgot that you're the girl who can't stand Anglo-Saxon terms."
"You have no business criticizing the students, Mr. Wakefield. You're far worse than they are."
"Because I say things like fuck and ass? I happen to think that one of the few good things about the young generation is their lack of hypocrisy. At last, things are being called by their right names."
"Will you please get out of here so I can finish my work!" Amy demanded, becoming angry.
"I think not," the lanky teacher said, and perched on the edge of Amy's desk. "I should explain that I've been asked to make an evaluation report on you."
"What?"
Clay nodded. "Horace Welch, our esteemed principal, wants me to give him my impressions."
"Well, that hardly seems fair," Amy said. "You haven't watched me at work with the children."
"And I don't intend to. I have my own classes to worry about."
"Then how can you presume to evaluate me?"
Clay smiled. "Do you have to wear those damned glasses? They're driving me mad, sitting on your cute little nose like that."
Amy colored. "Mr. Wakefield! Will you please stick to the subject? We were talking about your evaluation of my work."
"Not your work, Amy. I may call you Amy, can't I? I intend to evaluate you, the person."
"But it's my work that's important."
"Not to me. Now, put away those papers and let's hop down the street to a cozy little bar I know. You drink, don't you?"
"I do not!"
"What a pity. That's one mark against you, right there."
"Mr. Wakefield, you're making fun of me, and I don't like it."
"No sense of humor, hm? That's another bad mark."
Amy rose to her feet, livid with anger. What bothered her the most was that she wasn't at all sure that Clay hadn't been asked to evaluate her, since he was a veteran on the teaching staff. And she wasn't sure he wouldn't blackball her if she didn't cooperate. But what in God's name was she expected to do?
"At least you'll let me drive you home," Clay said, "if only to prove that you're not uncongenial. That would be the worst mark of all."
Amy gathered her papers swiftly and slammed them into a drawer of her desk. Not looking at Clay, she strode to the door, unconsciously swiveling her hips. He gazed at the twisting, soft mounds of her ass and felt a throb where he lived. He followed her out of the room.
"Tell me about your marriage," he said as they strode down the deserted hallway.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Amy snapped back.
"It has to do with you, doesn't it?"
"Well, if you must know, my husband and I weren't compatible."
"Sexually?"
"Why must you give everything a filthy twist?"
"So sex is filthy, is it? Hmmm. That's black mark number three."
Amy stopped and glared at the aggravating man. "Sex has nothing to do with my ability to teach."
"I don't know," Clay replied thoughtfully. "An antipathy toward males might hamper your relations with the little boys in your class. They are very conscious of their emerging sexuality, you know."
"I don't have an antipathy toward males!" Amy stoutly maintained as she strode forward, looking straight ahead.
"Only toward your ex-husband, hm?"
Oh, he's impossible! Amy thought. I can't even talk with him.
They walked battled to Clay's sports car, which was parked on the school lot. She might have known he would drive a rakish machine like that, she thought.
A pussy wagon! Wasn't that what men called it?
Clay opened the right-hand door, and Amy climbed in. She couldn't prevent her skirt from sliding up, exposing the dark bands at the tops of her stockings and the metallic glint of a garter clasp.
"Well, well!" Clay said. "So you wear stockings and a garter belt instead of panty-hose. That's a definite mark in your favor. It shows you're not altogether oblivious to erotic values."
"Erotic values have nothing to do with it!" Amy fumed. "Panty-hose are uncomfortable."
" What am I DOING, discussing my underwear with him? she wondered with dismay.
Clay walked around and climbed in behind the wheel of the car. He started the engine and they rolled smoothly off the parking lot, turning in the direction of Amy's apartment house.
"How do you know where I live?" she asked.
"I took the trouble to look up your address," Clay said, a little twinkle in his eyes. "I was thinking of dropping over to visit you this evening. But then I thought perhaps you were the sort who wouldn't answer the door."
Amy thought about the night before and blushed. She remained silent.
Clay quickly tooled his car into a parking space near her building and cut the engine. He got out.
Does he think I'm going to invite him in? Amy wondered in surprise.
He opened the door for her. "When you swing your legs around, show me a little thigh this time. That's very sexy, you know."
Amy was careful to control her skirt and the motion of her legs so that she showed nothing. She stood up.
"Thank you for bringing me home," she said, and turned toward her building.
"Well, we're not through yet," Clay replied, walking along beside her. "We have many more things to discuss."
Amy stopped and faced him. "Mr. Wakefield! I don't wish to be rude, but you make it very difficult for me to avoid it. I don't intend to invite you in. The fact is, I have no desire to get to know you better. Now is that perfectly clear?"
"Amy, I thought you understood. Your desires have nothing to do with it. I've been told to evaluate you, and that includes an examination of your home environment. And please call me Clay, won't you'" Amy was infuriated. "You may not come into my apartment!" she stormed.
"Shhh. Do you want your neighbors to hear?"
"I don't care if the whole world hears. My apartment is my private home, and I have every right to decide whom I invite into it. I'm sure that even Mr. Welch would admit that."
"No doubt. But the point is, how is Mr. Welch going to react when I tell him that you're so afraid of men, you live like a hermit? He wouldn't want a teacher who's emotionally disturbed."
Amy wanted to slap Clay across his insolent face. But she couldn't avoid the possibility that he might be in a position to cause her to lose her job. What with declining enrollment everywhere, teaching jobs were at a premium.
Feeling frustrated in her inability to control the situation, Amy entered her apartment house and climbed the stairs, very conscious that Clay was behind her.
He's looking at my bottom, she thought, and probably getting all sorts of nasty ideas. Well, I'll certainly turn him off fast if he starts anything after we get inside!
She walked to the door of her apartment and unlocked it.
"Come in," she said coldly, entering first.
She saw to her dismay that she had left her sofa-bed open, the covers rumpled just as she had gotten out of them. Her baby-doll nightie and frilly panties were lying on the bed.
Amy reached to snatch up the panties, but Clay beat her to it. He smiled as he held up the yellow nylon garment which was trimmed in white lace.
"Very cute!" he said. "Well, this is another point in your favor. I would have guessed that you slept in flannel pajamas."
"You're trying your best to humiliate me, aren't you?" Amy asked, her cheeks rosy.
Clay swung the door closed. "It depends on your definition of humiliation, I suppose. I'm trying to break down that wall you've built around yourself. I want to find out what the real Amy is like. And for starters," he added as he approached her, "we're going to dispense with these silly glasses."
He lifted the spectacles off Amy's nose and lay them on a table.
"Mr. Wakefield!"
"Oh, shut up," Clay told her gently, and pulled her into his arms.
Almost before Amy knew what was happening, he was kissing her, spreading her soft lips with his firm, insistent ones, and forcing his tongue between the ridges of her teeth. As one of his arms held her firmly around the small of her back, he glided his other hand onto her bottom and stroked the springy, rounded cheeks.
Amy burned with indignation-and something else: Last night had reawakened a part of her nature which she had sought to keep dormant. She had been forced to admit, if only briefly, that she was a sexual creature, try though she would to deny it. She hated men, true. They reminded her of her crude, cruel father. The thought of having sex with a man repelled her. But once they got started with her...
She fought, beating her clenched fists against Clay's chest. Her only hope, she knew, was to stop him there and then.
He buried his head in her neck, clutching her like a bear and holding her against him. This posture made it difficult for her to strike him effectively, since his face was protected from her blows. Still, she continued to beat at his shoulders and back.
Clay retaliated in a way which his womanizing instinct told him would be effective: He pulled up Amy's skirt. His hands glided onto her bottom which was covered by only her thin, silken pants. He caressed her lovely buttocks and the bare tops of her thighs. His fingertips traced the under-curves of her plump ass-cheeks which had escaped from her panties. He ran a fingertip along her nylon-covered crack.
Heat spread through Amy like wildfire. She stopped striking the man.
He hooked a finger around the elastic band at the top of her panties and stretched the undergarment down. He slid a hand onto her bare, shivery bottom.
"Ooh... nooooh...." Amy breathed.
Clay pulled her panties down to her thighs. Holding up her skirt with one hand, he thoroughly petted her ass with the other. He dipped a finger between the satiny pillows and boldly tickled her anus.
Amy jumped.
"Now you be a good little girl," Clay crooned, "and we'll get along just fine."
He slid his hand around to her front and twisted his extended middle finger between her thighs, rubbing her hair-lined slit. Amy's head began to reel. Her legs turned weak. She moved her legs apart to accommodate Clay's twisting fist, and then he was sticking his finger into her, worming it right up her hot, throbbing vagina.
She felt terribly degraded, standing there and letting him diddle her with his hand. He backed up to look at what he was doing, and the sight of sweet Amy, with her pink pants bunched above her knees and her thick pubic hair taking the plunging penetrations of his finger, completed the erection which had been growing on him. His pants stood out like those of a schoolboy caught peeking at a nudie magazine.
Amy was getting very wet inside. Her heart was hammering, and it seemed to be rising right up into her throat. Her mouth hung open as she panted.
"You see, you like it, don't you?" Clay said, squatting in front of her. "You are human, after all."
He slipped his finger out of her cunt and looked at it, all wet and gleaming. Amy gazed down in horror as he lifted the finger to his lips and licked it.
Then he grasped her thighs and pushed them wide apart, nearly ripping her stretched panties at her knees. He dipped his head under her skirt and began to lick her hot pussy, swiping his tongue upward along the meaty slit, plastering her hairs against the plush flesh.
"Ooh... ooooh... goodness!" Amy said.
Clay's tongue wiggled against the little bent shaft of her clit, torturing its tingling head. His tongue worked her foreskin back and licked her bare clit lovingly.
Bursts of soul-searing heat exploded in Amy's depths. She made mindless sounds. She wanted to collapse to the floor.
Clay stood and said, "Now it's your turn."
He took hold of her shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees. She stared at the front of his trousers which looked as if they had a tent-pole in them.
"Open my pants," Clay directed.
"Nooooh," Amy whimpered.
"Open them!"
Her hands trembling, Amy found the tab of Clay's zipper and pulled it down over the hump which had pushed his pants out of shape. His cock, escaping from the fly of his boxer shorts, leaped out to stand quiveringly extended toward her face. It had a foreskin which covered half of the bulging pink glans.
The long, brutal organ was the largest Amy had ever seen. It beat Jack's by a couple of inches and was longer than her husband's as well.
Amy's nostrils dilated as she caught Clay's aroused scent.
"Skin me," he said.
Oh, God, I don't want to do this! she was thinking. It's filthy! Please don't make me... !
She wrapped her cool, delicate fingers around the shaft of Clay's gigantic prick and slid his foreskin back, causing his bloated glans to pop out. She smelled him much stronger now. A giddiness came over her.
"Lick it!" Clay ordered.
I'd rather die! thought Amy.
She hesitated, momentarily frozen.
Clay grasped two handfuls of her silken, dark-brown hair, catching it close to the scalp. He twisted, causing her scalp to burn as he pulled her head toward him.
Amy's suddenly emerging tongue fluttered against his cockhead and she moaned. He relaxed his grip on her hair, but kept his hand in it. He watched Amy's pink tongue lash his excitedly bobbing prick which swelled and exuded clear juice.
She seemed strangely out of herself, as if she were standing off and watching the filthy act she was committing. The salty taste of Clay's cock made her head light. His musky scent engulfed her.
"Really lick it," he said. "Run your tongue all over it."
Amy grasped his spastically bobbing prick to steady the awful thing and began licking it as she might have done with an ice cream cone. She licked across one side, then the other. She licked over the tip, taking up Clay's bland juice.
The only other cock she had put her mouth on belonged to Jeff, the young boy whom her husband had caught her with. Clay's cock smelled and tasted much stronger, and it was so huge! It frightened her. Yet she couldn't stop loving it.
Without being told, she pursed her soft lips around the tip of his pecker and let the fat glans glide slowly into her mouth. Clay groaned with delight as she sucked him. She pumped her head up and down, skidding the soft band of her lips across the ridge of his corona.
"Ooooh, you sweet cocksucker!" Clay groaned. "You love it, don't you? Suck it good! Take it all the way down your fucking throat!"
He pushed, and his prick skidded along Amy's velvet tongue until the bulbous head blocked her throat. Her mouth was utterly stuffed. Her lips were stretched wide by the iron-hard shaft.
Amy gagged, because the deep penetration had occurred too abruptly.
Clay pulled back. He stroked his throbbing prick in and out between her o-shaped lips, rubbing her tongue which writhed beneath it. Each time Amy swallowed, she compressed his rubbery glans.
"Take it, you cock-eater!" he crooned. "Let me fuck your pretty face."
The words added to Amy's wild excitement, yet she still thought of herself as a person apart while this awful thing was going on. She wouldn't suck a man's prick! Nothing would make her do that!
Abruptly Clay drew back, and his cock flipped from her mouth, bobbing up and down, gleaming as it trailed a strand of saliva from her lips.
Clay dropped to the floor. He pushed the dazed woman flat onto the carpet and rolled her onto her belly. He arranged her skirt at the small of her back and stared at her bare ass, framed by her garter straps and the dark tops of her hose. Her pink panties, bunched at her knees, added a wanton touch.
Clay took hold of her panties and drew them sibilantly down her sleek nylons. He worked them off over her shoes and tossed them aside.
He bent and began kissing, Amy's beautiful bottom.
"Ooooh, nooooh... nooooh... noooh...." She moaned as she felt his wet tongue scour over her sensitive ass cheeks, then dip shockingly between them.
Clay pinched her buttocks open and fluttered his tongue-tip against her hot, tight asshole. Amy writhed, wobbling her ass-cheeks against his face.
Clay's tongue impudently corkscrewed at her ass, softening the sphincter and drooling saliva into the dimple to make it slick. In dismay, Amy felt her asshole being forced open and Clay's tongue pushing inside.
She had never imagined anything so filthy!
Clay's tongue forced its way deep into her hot, clasping butt. Her asshole was wide open now. It felt awful-but thrilling! Clay was stroking his tongue in and out of her rear.
Amy clawed at the carpet.
Suddenly Clay raised his head. Her ass still felt wide open. She couldn't see him pushing his clothes down and moving into position between her thighs. He grasped her hips and boosted her lush bottom into the air.
"Now you're going to get it!" he said fiercely.
Horrified, she felt the blunt, slippery end of his prick pressing against her softly puckered, pink anus.
"NO!" she cried in shock.
But it was too late to protest, too late to protect herself. Clay was grinding his hips as he pressed brutally forward, and his huge prick was stretching her virgin asshole, opening it so wide that it felt as if it were about to pop. Amy gasped. Tears flooded her eyes. Her heart pounding, she held onto the floor as the room seemed to whirl around her.
"Oooooh!" she bawled as Clay's bulging cock-head was entrapped in her ass, the sphincter tight behind his ridge.
"You've got it, baby!" he triumphantly announced. "Now I'm going to fuck you the way a woman like you deserves!"
Amy moaned harshly as he pushed his huge prick deeper into her rear. It felt like a fence-post being forced up her butt.
"No! Ooh God, STOP!" she bawled.
"Shut up and enjoy it!" Clay grated. "You know you deserve this, swishing your lush ass in front of men, driving them wild and then saying no!"
"Oooh, PLEEEASE! You're KILLLLLING me!"
"Like hell!" Clay chuckled tensely. "Your asshole was just made for fucking! Jesus, it's tight!" He was stroking in and out of her snug elastic ring by that time, pressing ever deeper into her hot bowels. Finally he had his gigantic prick all the way up inside her, his belly pressing against her buns. "Ooh! Ooh! OOOH!" she panted.
Clay fucked her voluptuous ass with long, steady strokes, his big balls swinging against her pussy. Though he was going at her vigorously, penetrating seven or eight inches up her rear, the hurt was receding, her anus having adapted itself to his thick, stroking presence. Amy felt stuffed in a way she had never known before. The stimulation she was receiving excited nerves she hadn't known she possessed. Though her pussy remained unpenetrated, she was getting undeniably sexual thrills.
She began to twist her ass and push backwards against the man's brutal plunges.
"That's it!" he exclaimed. "Ooh, Christ, you love it! I'll bet you've... wanted to get your ass fucked... ever since you were... a little girl."
He kept stroking as he spoke, her tight anus skidding up and down around his shaft, stimulating him like no cunt or even a mouth could do.
Clay's head grew light. His eyes rolled back in their sockets. He speeded up his strokes, fucking Amy's ass in a frenzy.
She howled, and her anus rippled around his gliding shaft. She was having an orgasm back there!
Clay growled and gave her a fierce slap on the flank as he drove deep. His cock jerked inside her, seeming to rip her apart. Then there was a marvelous gush of warm moisture in a place where Amy had never before felt it.
She shook and moaned. Her ass-cheeks quivered against Clay's loins as he held his stiff, twitching prick deep inside her butt. He seemed to come a gallon.
My God! Amy thought as she slowly returned to sanity. What have I let him do to me?
Clay pulled his rod out of her butt, and her plundered asshole made a soggy popping sound. It was sore, and it seemed to remain open even after he had withdrawn from it. But in reality it was slowly contracting, gathering itself in little puckers. Though Amy found it hard to believe at that moment, she was none the worse physically for the unnatural abuse she had taken.
She suddenly was aware that she had to go to the bathroom, and she scrambled to her feet, running into the John. She made it just in time.
Clay cleaned himself on some tissue he found.
When Amy emerged from the toilet, she could scarcely look at the horrid man.
"I suggest," he said brightly, "that we shower together, then have something to eat. Since the bed is ready, we can pop into it right after dinner."
"Oh, no!" Amy exclaimed, glaring at him.
Clay smiled confidently. "Haven't you learned yet that you can't say no to me? Now get your clothes off and I'll do the same. Or would you rather have me undress you?"
Amy felt powerless in his presence. She to unfasten her dress...
CHAPTER FIVE
Clay watched her pert titties bob into view and smiled approvingly.
"Not big but shapely," he 3aid. "However, I'm partial to asses myself."
"I found that out," Amy said ruefully, still smarting in the rear.
She dropped her bra and stood before Clay in nothing but a garter belt, stockings, and shoes.
"Turn around," he said.
Amy turned for him, though it added to her sense of humiliation. She had decided that she couldn't resist Clay and that there was no point in trying.
He watched her buttocks shift and quiver as she turned.
"God, your ass is unbelievable!" he said. "How your husband could let you get away, I will never know."
"He liked breasts," she said as she faced Clay again. "He was always talking about what big ones Raquel Welch has."
"He sounds like an overgrown baby who didn't get enough titty when he was young."
"How you talk!" Amy said. She had relaxed a bit in Clay's presence by that time. But this didn't mean she liked him any better or approved of what he had done to her -at least, not consciously. It was simply that her aloofness had been shattered and, like a broken window pane, there was no putting it back together.
Clay tossed off his clothes while Amy sat on the edge of the bed, crossing and re-crossing her lovely legs as she removed her stockings. She stood and unhooked her garter belt.
"Always wear that for me," Clay said. "I hate panty-hose."
"What makes you thing I care what you like or don't like?" Amy asked.
"Oh, knock off that bullshit! Come on-let's take a shower."
They walked into the bathroom, his hand on her soft, twisting bottom. Amy responded and disliked herself for doing so. It had gotten so, in the last couple of days, that she hardly recognized her own responses any more. She'd had no idea what she was letting herself in for when she'd divorced her husband and moved away from the town where she was born and grew up.
She adjusted the showed over the tub, then stepped in, Clay following. He pulled the plastic curtain. She picked up the soap. He watched her lather her shoulders and breasts.
"Here," he said. "Let me do that."
Amy handed the bar to him, and he worked up a lather. Drawing her away from the shower spray, he began spreading the soap over her firm, quivery boobs.
"You're pretty good in this department, too," he said. "Your husband must have been looking for a cow."
"Let's not talk about him," Amy replied.
Clay soaped her tummy and her triangular pelt. Then he lathered his hands once again and asked her to turn around. He proceeded to lovingly stroke the soap onto her rubbery ass-cheeks and down through the crack between them. He twisted his fingertip at her anus, cleansing it until it was kissing sweet.
After moving Amy under the spray, rinsing her and his hand at the same time, he lathered his hand once again and asked her to spread her legs. Standing in that humiliating pose, she let him soap and stroke her soft pussy, which responded as pussies do.
She began to think about getting his prick shoved into her-the right way this time.
"Now you may do my cock and balls," Clay offered, and handed her the soap.
She looked down at his long, curved baloney as she lathered her hands. She had never been this intimate with a man before. The thought of taking a-bath with her husband had never occurred to either of them, as far as she knew.
Clay stepped out from underneath the shower spray, and she clasped his warm, meaty penis between her soapy hands. It seemed almost harmless when it was pliant, though it was long enough and had enough tension in it to be respected. Amy glided the foreskin back and soaped the head of Clay's cock, along with the inner surface of the skin she had peeled away.
The organ slowly stiffened in her grasp. When she let go of it, it stood out, though at something of a downward slant.
"Soap my balls, too," Clay said.
Amy ran her hands underneath the base of his cock and lathered his velvety nuts.
She was getting turned on.
As she fondled Clay's balls, spending more time with them than she really had to, his cock tilted up. The head swelled so large that it looked as if it might burst.
"That's quite a thing," she said, and bumped it with the back of her hand. It swayed.
Clay moved under the shower and rinsed off.
"You still have to do my ass," he told Amy.
He turned and bent slightly forward as she lathered up once more. She spread the soap over his rear cheeks.
"Between them, too," he told her.
She ran her fingers between his buttocks.
"All the way down," he said.
She felt his crinkled anus and cleansed the area between it and his nuts. He backed under the shower.
When he turned to face Amy, his cock was sticking arrogantly up. She had ambivalent feelings toward the big, stiff prick. She knew the pleasure it could give her-how could she kid herself about that any longer?-but the brutality which it symbolized put her off. Put her off if not turned her off.
A young boy's prick is so much nicer, she thought.
No! she told herself sternly. I mustn't think about that!
Clay turned off the shower. He and Amy stepped out of the tub. Her titties bobbed as she reached for a towel. She and Clay alternately dried each other, she tugging on his big, thrusting prick, with the towel wrapped around it, and he rubbing her between the legs and all over the ass.
-She was laughing when they ran into the other room.
They tumbled onto the unmade bed. "How about dinner?" she inquired as Clay pinned her to the mattress.
"Fuck dinner," he said.
"Wouldn't you rather fuck me?" Amy daringly asked, her eyes dancing. "Lady, with pleasure."
He kissed her, pressing her head deep into the pillow. His lean, strong hand toyed with a tit. Amy had hold of his cock, working it like the handle of an old fashioned pump.
He began kissing downward on her body.
They had all evening, so there was no need to rush. Clay proved his adeptness as a lover by seeking out all her sensitive points to kiss and lick and nibble. Her nipples, of course, received a great deal of licking and some tugging by his lips and teeth, gently. Her armpits, a usually disregarded erotic zone, were licked, as well. Clay rolled her onto her tummy so that he could lick along her vertebrae, applying a bit of pressure with his fingertips as he moved along. At the very sensitive base of her spine he browsed a great deal, and Amy appreciated that.
Just when she thought he was going to continue licking right down onto her ass-which she had enjoyed very much before-Clay rolled her onto her back and pressed his face against her soft belly. His moist tongue tickled her navel.
"Oooh, darling, that's too much!" she protested, laughing.
Calling Clay "darling" seemed the most natural thing to do.
His chin brushed Amy's pubic fur, which was still a bit damp from the shower and very soft.
He kissed right into the dark, tangled hairs.
He pushed Amy's thighs wide apart.
"Oooh, when you do that...." she began, then couldn't finish the sentence because he began doing that.
Specifically, he licked her cunt. Using his tongue like a paintbrush, he glided down one side of her soft pussy and up the other. Amy writhed, swaying her steepled knees to and fro. This caused her cunny to wiggle against Clay's mouth. He pried at its succulent folds with his tongue, working in and out, up and down.
The warm blood rushing into the labia of Amy's cunt made them puff somewhat, opening her slash more. Clay licked deeper. Soon he was lapping as far into her warm fuckhole. as he could reach, swabbing his tongue up across her tingling clit as he withdrew.
She moaned. Her hips bumped spastically.
She had never had such a thorough licking in her life, and she loved it.
Clay slid his hands underneath her hips and cupped her springy buttocks. With his fingertips lodged in her crack, he lifted her ass. He licked below her pussy, teasing the sensitive area between that hairy slit and the star-like indentation of her anus.
He licked all around her asshole, then tongued the center of the delightful star. Amy's ass twisted voluptuously in his grasp. She panted and made passionate sounds. Clay stroked his tongue in and out between her soft, pushed-together buttocks, then settled her bottom on the bed. He held one of her legs straight up and licked her inner thigh. He let that leg down and raised the other one, licking it the same way.
Amy was flying. Her brain was so thronged by sweet sensations that there was no room for shame or dismay or a hatred of men. She simply was enjoying, in a most basic sense, what one man was doing to her, and she was getting so excited that she couldn't control herself.
When Clay crawled forward beside her and flopped onto his back, she went for the part of him which symbolized his manhood-the part which she most wanted. Grasping his erect, swaying prick, she bowed her head. Her long hair showered about Clay's middle. Her warm mouth seized the knob of his cock, and she champed on the great, spongy bulb as she sucked, rhythmically compressing her lips in the groove just behind his corona. She massaged Clay's virile but deceptively soft-feeling balls.
As she sucked his prick, the sac around his nuts contracted, pulling the testicles up tight against the base of his shaft. His scrotum became firmly wrinkled.
Amy bobbed her head vigorously on his cock, gliding her o-shaped lips up and down on the blissfully throbbing organ. She felt Clay grappling with her legs, and she left him guide her into a new position, her knees planted at each side of his head. As she continued bending forward, sucking his cock in long, gliding strokes, r his tongue teased her pussy.
She was dripping copiously by that time, and the viscous pearls of female passion rolled along Clay's lapping tongue and down his throat. He pressed his lips fully into her succulent flesh, fluttering his tongue in her fuckhole as he sucked. Amy came.
She kept coming, champing and sucking on Clay's big cock as she vibrated with warmth. Her brain spun.
Finally Clay grasped her ass and boosted her forward, tearing her mouth from his prick.
"Sit on me!" he said. "Face my feet. Fuck me that way."
"Yess! Ooh, yesssss!"
Amy scrambled forward, straddling his thighs. She tilted her voluptuous ass in the air, and he gazed appreciatively at it, as she clutched his stiff prick, maneuvering the pole into position. She fitted its slippery end into her flaring, wet socket, then let herself down, impaling herself on the seven-plus inches of his upthrust sword.
"Oooh, GOD!" Amy cried, and she began to fuck.
Kneeling, she flexed her legs as she bobbed energetically up and down, stroking her encircling pussy on his prick. She was very slippery inside, and the fit was tight. In addition to the tactile stimulation, which was superb, Clay derived great pleasure from watching her cunt hungrily envelop his entire prick on each down- stroke, then release it as she raised her hips, her pink pussy-petals turning inside out as they glided up his gleaming wet shaft.
Amy bent farther forward to afford closer contact between his shaft and her clit. This gave Clay an even more thrilling view as her lush ass split wider, stretching the pinkish star between her buttocks. He watched her rosy cuntal lips massage his hard prick.
He writhed, stirring his pole inside her. He bobbed his hips, pushing against Amy's downward plunges.
Her spasmodic climaxes reached a new high of orgasmic frenzy, and she bobbed her hips wildly up and down.
Clay worked with her, matching her fucking motions stroke for stroke. The bed bounced beneath them. The room seemed to tilt.
Finally Clay's passion burst and he geysered inside Amy. This capped her multiple climax and she whooped as her hot cunt spastically grabbed at the man's spurting tool. She sat down on him, grinding her hips, letting burst after burst of sweet heat happily explode inside her. Exhausted, she bent forward. Clay's softened dick pulled from her soggy quim, and she rolled like a ball until she lay on her back across the foot of the bed.
The adventure of that afternoon and early evening had, in addition to furnishing great pleasure, given Amy something to think about: Men were perhaps not so bad after all...
But Amy wasn't yet willing to accept them as a part of her life. She didn't lose sight of the fact that today's pleasure had occurred because Clay had forced himself on her.
What am I? she asked herself. A punching bag for every prick that wants a hot cunt?
She didn't answer that question.
She didn't dare.
CHAPTER SIX
"I heard you in here last night," Jack Patrick said as he appeared at Amy's door the next evening.
"I don't know what you mean," she retorted, lifting her head and looking disdainfully at him through her small, circular glasses. There was a touch of pink in her cheeks.
"How about inviting me in?"
"I'm sorry, but I have things to do this evening. I'm a teacher and I have a great many papers to grade."
"Well, if you'd rather discuss your sex life in the doorway, where the whole apartment house can hear, I don't mind."
"I don't intend to discuss my, uh, sex life, at all," Amy said. She attempted to shut the door.
Jack's foot blocked it.
"Will you kindly move?" she asked frostily. "Sure. In."
Jack pushed Amy backward and entered the apartment, shutting the door behind him. Amy stood breathing hard, her pert titties rising and falling in the white linen blouse that draped across them.
"Just what makes you think you have the right to come barging in here?" she demanded.
"The other night makes me know I have the right," Jack said confidently. "You really grooved when we got together. And you were having a ball with that other dude last night. I could hear you through the wall."
Amy blushed fiercely. "Get out of here this minute or I'll call the police!"
"Go ahead," Jack challenged. "There's the phone." He pointed to it.
"I think you're just... awful!" Amy exclaimed.
He chuckled. "What you need is some warm affection," he said, moving up to her.
Again Amy was trapped. She couldn't call the police, especially after what had happened two nights ago with Jack and last night with Clay.
Jack wrapped his arms around her, drawing her warm body against his firm, compact form. Unlike Clay, who stood over six feet, Jack was only an inch or so taller than she was. It made for a different feel as he hugged her.
Amy tried to avoid his lips, but without success. His firm mouth pried her lips apart, and his tongue entered between her teeth. Of its own accord, it seemed, Amy's mouth opened wider. Jack rubbed her tongue with his.
She felt him pulling her skirt up.
What could she do?
Jack's hands stroked her responsive thighs, up and down across the tops of her stockings, along her taut garter straps. He tickled the edges of her buttocks, below the arching elastics of her panties. Then his hands were on her filmy, snug-fitting panties, rolling and kneading her lush buttocks.
Amy heated fast.
She had gotten to be almost a push-button girl, she realized with dismay. A man merely touched her at certain places, and she was ready to screw.
Or worse.
As Jack palmed her panty-clad buttocks, grinding her hips against him, she thought about the hardness that was pressing against her belly. She wondered whether Jack's prick would taste the same as Clay's.
Oh, I mustn't do that! she thought. It's filthy! Even Clay thought it was filthy while I was doing it with him. He called me dirty, disgusting names. But he liked it. Oh, God, and I liked it, too!
She was writhing heatedly by that time.
Jack terminated the deep-tonguing kiss and moved back slightly from her. He withdrew his hands from under her skirt. Amy gazed at him, her eyes smoldering behind her glasses. Her soft lips remained parted, and they seemed to tremble.
"You're really getting with it," Jack said, smiling with self-satisfaction. "Let's take our clothes off."
He went to work on the small buttons down the front of Amy's snow-white blouse. The backs of his hands brushed her breast-mounds. When he had her blouse open to the waist, he pulled the garment out from under the waistband of her dark skirt and spread it wide apart. Her titties were cupped in a blue brassiere.
Jack slipped the blouse off her shoulders and dropped it on a chair. He reached behind her and deftly unhooked her bra strap. He drew the bra away, causing her tits to tremble.
"Baby, you've sure got nice ones!" he said, wrapping his hands around her erect satiny mounds.
Amy sucked in her breath. As Jack began rubbing his thumbs across her stiff nipples, bending the brown, rubbery studs to and fro, her thrills increased.
She looked down, watching what he was doing, and beyond that saw the hump in his pants. She began to feel giddy.
Jack unfastened and lowered her skirt along with her skimpy half-slip. Amy was wearing only shoes, stockings, garters, and blue nylon panties.
And of course the absurd little glasses that were perched on her nose.
Jack took a backward step to drink in her beauty.
Amy stared at the front of his pants.
Suddenly the giddiness that had been building inside her became overwhelming, and she dropped to her knees on the carpet, causing her jutting tits to jiggle. She unzipped Jack's pants, reached inside, and pulled out his stiff prick.
It was different from Clay's in that it had no foreskin and was shorter, but it was just as thick. The head was less pinkish than Clay's, more purple.
Kneeling in her panties, stockings and garters, and with her glasses still on, Amy began avidly licking Jack's cock.
His cock quivered against the girl's stroking tongue. When she opened her pink mouth and took his bulging cockhead inside, a tremor passed through Jack's body and he began eagerly thrusting his shaft between her stretched lips.
"Ghaawgh... ghaaaw... ghaaaw...." Amy said as he drove his dick deeply into her mouth.
After a few moments, she pulled her head back, letting his wet pecker flip free.
"Don't be so rough!" she admonished.
"Suck it some more!" Jack begged.
"I'd rather just lick it." Amy took hold of the upthrust shaft, guiding it to her lips.
Jack watched her rosy tongue snake over the bulging knob, and he thrilled to the delightful caress. She let his cock stand up next to her nose and licked its underside.
The scent and taste of Jack's organ weren't quite as strong as Clay's, and she wondered whether that was because Jack was circumcised and Clay was not. But she didn't spend much time speculating about it. She preferred to concentrate on the aroma and taste she was getting as she licked Jack's prick up and down, and to enjoy its smoothness against her tongue. She tilted the organ directly toward her mouth and licked the hole at its tip, taking up the clear juice which was seeping out. She pursed her soft lips around the tip of Jack's pecker and beat her tongue in a tattoo against it.
Once more he thrust, this time grasping Amy at the sides of her head. He wouldn't let her get away as he stroked his cock vigorously in and out of her mouth.
She moaned against the meaty mass that was plunging into her mouth, nearly choking her as it clogged her throat.
Jack rocked forward and back on the balls of his feet.
"Ooh, SHIT!" he exclaimed. Take it! TAKE it!"
He let go, splashing his cream on the back of Amy's tongue and down her gullet. She gulped furiously, nearly gagging. Her eyes watered. Each time she swallowed, her jaws compressed Jack's spongy glans and he released another thick spurt. The goo washed forward on Amy's tongue and seeped out between his shaft and her lips, dribbling down her chin. Her throat muscles ached from gulping, and the strong musk flavor of Jack's cum literally flooded her mouth and nose.
Jack didn't release her until he had voided his balls and his prick was turning soft. Then he let Amy fall away, his cock plopping out of her mouth.
She lay on the carpet, panting for air, semen dribbling obscenely across her cheek and chin.
Jack quickly removed his clothes. Then he knelt on the carpet, his cock soft. He stroked Amy's tapering legs and kissed the bare flesh above the tops of her stockings.
She had come as Jack erupted in her mouth, but the quick, superficial climax had been far from satisfying. She needed more. That was why she didn't protest as he licked and nibbled at the tender flesh of her thighs.
He glided his wet tongue under her garter straps and under the tops of her stockings. He licked up an inner thigh to her crotch and rubbed his face across the front of her silken panties. His hands were moving up and down her body at the same time, flipping her titties and stroking her hips and thighs. He pulled the top of her panties down and kissed her between her garter belt and muff.
Amy suddenly got a wild desire and rolled over, presenting her panty-clad ass to him.
He stroked her woobly buttocks in the sheer nylon that stretched across them. He lifted his hand and brought it down smartly across the twin loaves. The slap made a loud sound and burned Amy's bottom, but she found that exciting too.
Jack hooked a finger around the elastic band at the top of her panties and stretched it down, baring her white half-moons. He petted the satiny curves.
"Kiss me there," she said, breathing hard.
Jack pressed his face against the fullness of a buttock and kissed. His tongue licked wetly across it, over her crack, and over the other buttock as well.
-He pulled her panties lower. They skidded along her garters, then whispered against her stockings. Jack took her pants off one foot and left them looped around her other ankle.
Amy's glasses had been knocked askew so that they hung from just, one ear. She removed them and slid them across the carpet under a table, where they would be safe.
Kneeling astride her legs, Jack pointed his hands upward along the dimpled flanks of her shapely buttocks. He compressed and shook the gelatinous mounds. He pinched her buttocks apart and looked at her asshole.
Amy should have felt humiliated, she supposed, but she was just too hot. She writhed, sticking her ass up at Jack.
"Why don't you do something to me!" she demanded.
He looked down at his cock which had thickened and risen a bit but was still far from stiff.
"You'll have to do something to me first, to get me up," he said.
Amy looked around, then crawled out from between his legs and turned, facing his lap. Jack crawled forward, and she took his prick in her mouth.
He watched her encircling pink lips glide forward and back on his wiggly, ropelike cock. He felt her tongue circling and stroking his glans. The bulbous mass enlarged as blood filled its tissues. Jack's shaft stiffened out. In moments, Amy found herself sucking a fat, hard prick that was as good as new. She let it go with a snap, causing it to waggle to and fro.
"Stick your ass up," Jack said. "Let's do it doggy style."
As Amy turned onto her knees, pressing her breasts against the scratchy, stimulating carpet, she caught herself wishing that Jack would ram his prick up her rear, as Clay had done, even though she knew it would hurt. Perhaps it was the hurt that she wanted. But Jack chose the easy way, working his knob-ended tool into her squishy, hair-encircled cunt. He pushed, driving his dick into her all the way.
He began to stroke briskly, smacking his belly against her springy buttocks. His fat glans forged up and down her narrow channel, rippling the slippery flesh that would have clung if it hadn't been so wet. Jack's balls tickled her clitty each time he ground his prick home.
Moaning, Amy wiggled her butt, pushing back for each penetration. She rubbed her stiff nipples against the carpet.
Jack stroked his hands up and down her full thighs, across her taut stocking-tops and along her garters. Finally he fell fully forward atop Amy, ran his hands underneath her and squeezed her tits as he fucked her wildly. She came, jerking and gasping. Her cunt seemed to gulp at his pumping piston. He caught his breath, then sent his cum flooding into her for the second time that evening, this time where it belonged.
They heaved and strained together.
After a few breathless moments, Amy sagged against the carpet and Jack fell limp atop her. His cock gradually oozed out of her flooded slit.
Amy wasn't sure how she felt after this third sexual encounter in as many nights. Her experiences of the last three days offered a tremendous contrast to her months of sexual abstinence and even to her marriage which, she realized by that time, had been quite tame.
She felt she had behaved scandalously, and in a way she was ashamed of herself. But in another way, she wouldn't have traded the thrills for anything.
She was going to have to come to a new understanding of herself-and with herself-she realized.
But where was she to start?
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Mrs. Curtis, I asked you to come to my office after school today so that I could talk with you about your work," the principal said as Amy sat beside his desk, her legs crossed.
She tensed. Horace Welch's tone sounded ominous.
Or perhaps that was just part of his pompous nature, Amy speculated. He was a heavy-set man, bald, with dark-rimmed glasses, who made every pronouncement sound like the Declaration of Independence.
"I asked Mr. Wakefield to make a report on you," Welch continued.
So Clay WAS telling the truth! Amy thought. It's a good thing I didn't just brush him off.
"His report was, uh... quite favorable." Welch smiled.
Amy visibly relaxed.
The principal's eyes had been returning to her crossed legs. Only now did she realize she had permitted her skirt to creep a bit high, exposing a thin slice of white flesh above the top of a stocking. She inconspicuously tugged her skirt down.
"I'm pleased to hear that my work has been found satisfactory," Amy said.
"Oh, it wasn't just your work, my dear, that Mr. Wakefield reported on."
Amy blanched. "What?"
Horace was smiling warmly. "He said you were a very friendly, cooperative person."
"I... I don't understand."
The truth was the Amy hoped she didn't understand but feared she did. Men had a nasty way of tattling to one another about their sexual conquests.
After the color had momentarily drained from her cheeks, it was flooding back, stronger than before. In fact, she wore a guilty blush.
Horace leaned forward and placed his hand on her exposed knee. A shock went through Amy, but she didn't push his hand away. After all, he was the principal.
"You know, I'm a very lonely man, Amy," he said. "My wife has reached an age where she no longer is interested in sex."
He began gliding his hand up the side of Amy's thigh, along her sleek, warm stocking.
"M-Mr. Welch!"
"Call me Horace, won't you?" he asked, stroking across her stocking top and onto bare flesh. He was pushing her skirt and slip in front of his hand, exposing her luscious legs completely.
"Mr. Welch, you shouldn't be doing this!" Amy protested as he patted her full, bare thigh.
"Why not, my dear?" he asked, placing his hand on her other thigh and gliding it also above the top of her stocking. "We're both mature adults. You've been married, as I am. And Mr. Wakefield said you were broad-minded."
Amy uncrossed her legs and jumped to her feet, nearly tipping over the chair. "I don't know what Clay Wakefield has told you, but it was probably a lie!" she said, blushing fiercely. "Anyway, he had no right!"
"But of course he did," Horace replied calmly. "I asked him for a complete report. You see, I had my special reasons. I've been looking for a, shall we say, intimate friend."
"No!" Amy exclaimed.
Horace raised his bushy eyebrows so that they popped into view above the rims of his glasses. "Is the idea so repugnant? If so, consider this," he added, assuming a foxy grin, "I have complete control of the pay schedule at this school. I can boost you a couple of rungs up the ladder right now, and no one will question it. How would you like to make fifty dollars more each week, Amy?"
She thought it was shocking that the principal would have the taxpayers subsidize his sexual fun. But she could use the extra money.
What am I thinking? she scolded herself. That would make me a WHORE!
"Mr. Welch, I...."
He raised a stubby finger. "Horace, please."
Amy felt cornered again.
"I know just what you need," Horace said, opening a drawer of his desk. "A little drink." He brought out a bottle.
Keeping liquor in his office was a violation of rules, Amy felt sure. But that was the least of her concerns at the moment.
"I... I don't care for any," she told her boss.
"Nonsense," he said, and took out two paper cups. He poured liquor in both of them.
He stood and carried the drinks to where Amy was standing. "This will relax you," he said, holding a cup out to her.
She wanted to take the cup and throw its contents in his face. But she didn't dare do that. She knew also that, in view of what Clay must have told him about her, she hardly dared refuse his sexual proposition-unless she wanted to find herself out of a job.
She took the cup from Horace's hand.
"Here's to us," he said, smiling as he touched his cup to hers.
Amy drank. The liquor, though good quality stuff, burned her throat. She wasn't used to it.
Horace knocked his drink down and threw the cup away.
"Drink it all," he urged Amy.
She did so, deciding that she might need the liquor to help her through the ordeal that lay ahead.
"That's the girl!" Horace said after she had emptied the cup. He took it from her.
Amy felt a warmth seeping through her tissues, a lightness invading her brain.
Horace lifted a pudgy hand and boldly caressed her front. Amy shut her eyes as he stroked her jutting, bra-encased breasts through her blouse.
His breath quickened, making a slight wheezing sound. "You're very lovely."
"Please... Horace...."
His hand slid down her side, then to her fanny as he moved closer. His prominent belly touched her.
The middle-aged man stroked the rondures of her ass, delighting in the way they quivered.
"Shall we... take our clothes off?" he asked.
There it was, the moment of decision. Amy could say no and be thrown out of work. But what would that prove? She had already given in to Clay and to her next-door neighbor twice. She could hardly restore her sense of decency by refusing Horace, and she would be faced with the practical problem of how to support herself.
She took a backward step and tried to avoid looking at the heavy-set, bald man as she reached behind her to unfasten her blouse. Watching her, Horace began undressing.
There was a vinyl couch in the office and that, no doubt, was where he intended to take her, Amy assumed. She wondered how many other teachers had been screwed there.
She took her blouse away, revealing a white brassiere.
Horace had laid his jacket aside and was removing his tie.
The large drink which he had given Amy was strongly affecting her by that time. In combination with the sexual circumstances, it made her feel wanton. She saw herself as the school slut, fair game for male teachers and principal alike.
She unzipped her skirt and lowered it. She wore a lacy white half-slip which extended partway down her thighs. Stepping from her skirt, she placed it on the chair where her blouse lay.
"Very... very lovely," said Horace, dropping his tie.
Amy stretched the waist elastic of her slip, lowered it, and flexed her stocking-clad legs, stepping free. She couldn't resist glancing at the principal as he eyed her in bra, stockings, and white, lace-trimmed pants.
His eyes were warm behind his glasses. But Amy noted more tangible evidence of arousal as her eyes swept down his body. Her blush deepened, as did her sense of moral looseness, which was exciting in a forbidden way.
She removed her bra.
"My darling!" Horace exclaimed, his shirt hanging open as he approached her.
Amy stiffened, anticipating the crawly feel of his hands. Then those hands were on her, wrapping about her projecting tits, squeezing, his thumbs stroking her nipples. One hand slid down her back onto her silk panties.
She writhed, partly from a desire to avoid the man's humiliating caresses and partly because those caresses were setting fire to her flesh. Horace stroked her buttocks through her filmy pants, wobbling them. He patted them, making them jiggle. His fleshy fingers trailed down her thigh, along the white strap of a garter. He felt over the clasp that attached the garter to her stocking.
Abruptly he dropped to his knees in front of her.
Amy experienced a confused response of shame and excitement as the middle-aged, married man who was her boss pressed his moist lips against her thigh between the tautly stretched top of her stocking and the narrow lace border of her white panties. He licked the smooth, warm flesh. Turning to her other thigh, he kissed it in the same manner. All the while his hands were busy at her back, rubbing up and down her thighs and onto her buttocks.
"Don't... ohh, please...." she murmured.
Clutching her springy-firm asscheeks through her panties, Horace drew her forward. His face pressed her nylon-sheathed tummy.
The wildfire which had been dancing over her skin became a full-fledged conflagration. Her knees turned weak. When Horace pulled her panties down, she wanted to collapse to the floor. Not because she wanted him as a person, but because she no longer possessed the strength to resist.
However, she remained on her feet and let him do what he wanted with her, which included rubbing his nose in her pubic fluff and fondling her naked buttocks. He drew her panties all the way down, and she stepped out of them. He lifted the silken undergarment to his face and rubbed it over his nose and mouth, inhaling its intimate scent.
The sight of this embarrassed Amy too much, and she looked away.
After dropping her panties, Horace placed his hands against the inner surfaces of her thighs and pressed outward, forcing her to open her stance. He rubbed a hand on the curve of her pussy, drawing the thick top hairs away from the beginning of her slit. He leaned close and, sticking out his tongue, began licking where he had stroked.
Amy had to steady herself by placing her hands on his bald head as his tongue swabbed moistly along her cleft. She couldn't restrain her lips from moving, grinding her pussy against Horace's face. Her clit was stiffening within its velvet folds, finally poking its slick, pea-like head out to meet the man's thrusting tongue.
Horace licked her clit, and her hips bobbed spastically. She caught her breath.
"Turn around... turn around, my darling," Horace said, panting.
Amy turned, presenting her ass to him. New excitement and shame coursed through her as he licked and brushed his flabby lips across her lush bottom. His tongue pressed into her crack. Amy blushed rose-red and quivered with arousal as the dirty man licked her asshole.
His fingers, invading her front, found her dripping wet. He lewdly manipulated the slippery flanges of soft flesh that guarded her cuntal crevice.
"Oooh, Horace!" she exclaimed, delighting to the tickling of his tongue at her ass.
He suddenly let go of her and struggled to his feet. He turned her, pressing her down to her knees in front of him.
"Take the rest of my clothes off!" he gasped. "My shoes... my pants."
Amy didn't argue. After adjusting her glasses, which had tilted askew on her nose, the flush-faced young teacher picked open her principal's belt, then proceeded to unfasten the top of his trousers and to pull his zipper down. Horace himself tossed his shirt aside. His pants dropped.
He wore striped boxer shorts which seemed to have a bar tilted upward inside them.
Amy was aware of a faint buzzing in her ears as she pulled his shorts down, setting his stubby prick to flipping. Her head was light as a feather. Her moist lips parted without her consciously having willed it, and she clutched Horace's cock. No monster, it was nevertheless firm and vigorously erect.
Horace's belly wasn't too large to permit him to watch what happened as Amy bent forward, tilting her head to the side to permit easier access under his paunch. He saw her rosy lips approach his prick. Then her hand slid back his foreskin and a tremendous thrill slammed through him as he watched and felt her soft lips encircle the head of his cock. Her tongue licked the smooth, strong-tasting glans all over as she sucked, rhythmically working her lips in the groove just behind his glans.
"Aaaaah!" he wheezed.
His prick quivered in Amy's mouth as the most luscious sensations he had ever known coursed through him. The pleasure grew even more intense as she pumped her mouth forward and back on his cock, her elastic lips skidding across his ridge and along his shaft. His cock-head stroked her velvety tongue. Her warm saliva bathed the sensitive knob.
Horace watched her swooping tits quiver as she gave head. He admired her flexed, tapering legs clad in sheer stockings held up by taut garters. Her generous ass was spread, thrusting backward as her head pumped.
Clay Wakefield was sure right about her, he thought. What a hot bitch!
Amy let his prick escaped from her enveloping kiss so that she could lick it up and down before submerging it in her mouth again. Since it was rather short, she found that she could accommodate almost all of it. Her soft lips gobbled close to its base before reversing and gliding back to the head, only to come gobbling toward Horace's bush again.
The young teacher swallowed frequently as she sucked the principal's prick. In her present aroused state, she enjoyed its raunchy taste and scent. She even enjoyed the whiff of perspiration from Horace's balls.
She brought her hand up underneath his nuts and bobbled them as she kept sucking him in gliding strokes, well lubricated by her saliva. She continued the delightful oral caress for long minutes, stopping only when Horace grasped her head and pushed her away from him. Trembling, he took the glasses off her nose and placed them on his desk.
"Let me... lie down on the couch!" he panted.
Amy got to her feet and followed him to the vinyl sofa. She seemed to be floating more than walking. Her whole being was aroused.
The stout man lay on his back, his belly collapsing somewhat. Amy mounted him. Holding his wet, red prick just so as she crouched astride him, she let herself down onto its tip. The rigid organ parted the slick petals of her cunt and glided up into her warm, clasping snatch.
"Oooh, yes... that's what I want!" Horace said.
Amy swiveled her hips and began bobbing up and down. Her titties danced erotically. Her stockinged thighs rubbed the man's flanks. His prick was gloriously massaged by her wet cuntal flesh, circling and pumping around it.
He reached up and wrapped his hands around her tits, letting them bobble in his loose grasp. Occasionally he flicked her stiff nipples with his thumbs.
Amy tossed her head, letting her long brown hair whip about. She worked her hips energetically, wanting to get every thrill Horace's penis could provide. She sat all the way down on him, grinding against his balls, and his thick cockhead churned in her clasping cunt.
"Oooh, Horace... Horace...." she babbled. "Ooh, how I love your prick!"
The principal's fondest wishes were all coming true that day and, if Amy had realized it, she could have demanded virtually anything within his power to give. But her own state of passion caused her to think only of what he had already given her-what she now held in her grinding, stroking pussy. She wanted nothing else.
She worked on his cock with a concentration which was marvelous to see and even more marvelous to feel. Horace bobbed his hips up and down, jabbing his prick into her swirling flesh. He gasped, then gasped again. He pressed his head back, his mouth gaping, and thrust upward into Amy as far as he could reach. She felt his cockhead expand in her wildly active hole. She gasped and fucked hard. Horace came, spurting like Old Faithful as he groaned and lurched.
"Oooooh!" Amy moaned raggedly, and fell forward atop him, gripping his fleshy shoulders. Her silken hair showered over his face and neck. Her entire body vibrated as her hot hole spasmed around his twitching cock.
He slapped his hands against her fleshy ass, grabbing hold of the plumply rounded cheeks. He held her firmly against him as they shook together, his cock deeply embedded in her belly.
It was a glorious come for him and surprisingly satisfying to Amy herself.
Now I've really done it! she thought, when she was able to make her brain work. It was bad enough with Clay and Jack, but now I've fucked the principal-and I'm going to get money for it! I'm a slut for sure!
Amy thought about her ex-husband and concluded that he would have difficulty recognizing the person she had become. She could scarcely recognize herself.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Clay, you bastard!" Amy said when she opened her apartment door that evening and found the lanky, bushy-haired teacher standing in the hall, grinning amiably.
"I thought I'd better stop by and have a talk with you," he said. "I figured you might be a little upset."
"Upset! That's the under-statement of the year, Mister Wakefield. And as for talking-no, thank you!"
Amy tried to shut the door, but Clay's hand stopped it. He pushed into the apartment, backing Amy up.
"Get out of here!" she exclaimed, but made no move to enforce the demand.
Clay swung the door closed.
"I told you that I had to make a report to Horace Welch about you," he said, "and that it was to cover your personal life as well as your work. You just didn't believe me."
"Well, I believe you now, you rat!" Amy fumed. "Horace seemed to take it for granted that I would screw him and... and...."
Shocked by her own outspoken language, she stopped before she said even more.
Clay finished the sentence for her, "and go down on him as well, I suppose."
Amy just glared.
"You did go down on him, didn't you, angel face?"
"You louse!"
"Didn't you?"
Amy averted her eyes, color coming to her cheeks. She hadn't lost the ability to blush. "Yes."
"Good girl!" Clay said. "That ought to clinch your job. And it won't do me any harm, either, since I clued old Horace about you."
"Just how can you live with yourself-will you tell me that?"
"Oh, quit making such a big thing out of it." Clay dropped into a chair and stuck his long leg-out in front of him. "Say, how about a drink?"
"I wouldn't even give you a glass of water," Amy said, then added on second thought, "unless I had some poison to put in it." Clay laughed. Amy turned away from him and struck a defiant pose, folding her arms across her chest. She wore a thin housecoat which was tightly wrapped about her voluptuous bottom. Clay admired her saucy rear cheeks, with panty elastics making ridges where they arched across them.
Amy didn't know what she was going to do with him. He was in the apartment, and she couldn't bodily throw him out. Calling for assistance was out of the question.
"Just what is it you want?" she demanded, turning to face him. He grinned. "I want to fuck you, of course."
"You're nasty!" she said. "Granted."
"And besides that, you have a lot of nerve!"
"I also know how to make you feel good, baby-especially if you're suffering from a bit of guilt right now."
Amy's cheeks flamed. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Then I'll show you." Clay stood.
"You stay away from me!" Amy demanded, fright blending with the anger in her eyes as she backed up.
Clay's arm lashed out, and he grasped her by a wrist. Pulling her toward him and giving a twist, he sent her lunging toward the sofa. She tumbled onto it with Clay right behind her. He held her on her tummy as he sat on the edge of the couch.
"Now...." he said, "about that treatment for your guilt."
He pulled Amy's robe up, exposing her panty-clad ass.
"Let me up!" she said, starting to kick. "God damn you!"
Her lush buttocks wobbled in the pale-pink panties which were flimsy and didn't quite contain them.
"What a tempting sight!" Clay said. He spanked her.
"OOH!" Amy cried, suffering injury on top of insult.
"God, I love the way your ass-cheeks shake when I paddle them," Clay said.
He spanked her bottom several times, just hard enough to sting, and enjoyed the Jello-like jouncing of her buttocks.
"I'm going to kill you, I swear it!" Amy cried, writhing as she tugged at the arm which was planted against her back, pinning her down. But she found, to her frustration, that she could neither roll over nor slide out from under Clay's hold. She smoldered with humiliation over his exposure of her lightly clad bottom and the way he was treating it.
By that time he had quit spanking and was gently stroking her plump buns, whose appeal was enhanced by the thin panties which neither restrained nor really concealed them. Her ass-cheeks rolled delightfully against his hand, their flesh protruding below the leg elastics of her briefs. The crack between her buttocks showed hazily through the pink nylon, enticing him.
Clay hooked a finger around the thin elastic at the top of her panties and stretched it down. The panties skidded down off her belly. They became bunched at her thighs and her bottom was bare.
"I say again, darling, you've got one hell of an ass!" Clay said. "It brings out the brute in me."
"If you try that awful thing you did before...." Amy threatened, gazing with fright over her shoulder.
"You mean, sticking my prick right up your cute asshole?" Clay asked, stretching her rubbery buttocks apart.
Amy's anus spasmed, winking erotically at him.
"Don't you dare!" she exclaimed. She was throbbing wildly.
Clay gazed at her pink, star-like anus which continued to contract spasmodically, responding to the erotic fear which Amy felt. Watching him study her in that way gave her a delicious sense of shame.
Smiling, he extended a middle finger, while continuing to use both hands to hold her buttocks apart. He tickled her ass-dimple with the tip of his finger.
"Oooooh!" Amy cried.
"Come on... loosen up," Clay said gently as he began wiggling his fingertip against her hot anus.
"I will not!" Amy exclaimed.
"Then I'll just have to loosen you, won't I?"
Clay gathered a wad of spittle in his mouth and spat it right against Amy's asshole. When the wet substance struck her at that intimate spot, she gasped. A thrill went through her.
Clay pressed his finger against her anus once more, this time with determination, grinding it as he thrust. The spittle moistened her aperture, and the reaming motion of Clay's finger softened it. The tip of his digit popped into her tight little hole.
"Ooh, that's awful!" she said.
Clay chuckled, twisting his finger deeper. It sank into her bottom to the first joint... then to the second. Clay kept twisting and pressing. To Amy's befuddled horror, his entire finger was sticking up her asshole, circling in her hot rectum. He gradually widened the circular motion until it felt like her asshole was being stretched wide enough to accommodate anything he might wish to jam up there. He pushed backward along the edge of the sofa until his hips were next to Amy's face. He kept circling his finger in her anus all the while.
"Take my prick out and moisten it," he ordered.
"No!" Amy gasped.
Though she was becoming very excited, she still hated Clay and resented the degrading way that he treated her.
"Then I'll take it out myself," he said, moving his free hand to his lap and working his zipper down.
While he did that, he pumped his stiff finger in and out of Amy's asshole, fucking it as his cock would do.
"Oooh!" she panted. "Ooh, my God! Noooh! Ooh, Clay... you bastard... oooooh...."
When he let his stiff prick flip out, she quickly seized it. Craning her neck, she brought her mouth to his cock and wrapped her warm lips around it bulging head, letting her saliva bathe it. Her tongue worked feverishly around his knob. She let his cock escape and press upward along her nose as she licked his shaft up and down, her saliva drooling.
"Now!" Clay quickly on the sofa between her spread thighs.
Amy pulled her knees forward and thrust her ass in the air.
Clay clutched his cock with the hand which had been working at her rear, and he twisted the slippery head against her softened anus. With the tip of his prick securely lodged, he pushed. The pressure forced Amy's elastic ring open wide, and his slippery prick glided in-all the way in -until the entire shaft was sunk in her hot, tight ass and his balls were pressing the bottom of the crack between her buttocks.
"Ooh, Good Lord!" Amy exclaimed, panting.
The hurt hadn't been nearly as severe as last time, but the pressure was intense inside her. It felt as if she had a telephone pole sticking up there.
"Now you're going to get fucked in the way you deserve, you dirty girl!" Clay said softly, but with a harsh edge to his tone. He began to stroke. "This is what you get for letting men screw you... and for going down on them... and for being such an all-around slut!"
The humiliation 'was delicious as Amy felt Clay's big cock pumping deeply in and out of her ass. He was giving it to her in the worst way a man could, ignoring her sexuality, treating her as just a thing-a hole-and a shitty hole at that. He was giving it to her with great vigor, really jamming his huge prick up her rear, grinding it way in, spreading her buttocks wide apart as he slammed his bristly bush between her ass cheeks.
"Ooooh... oooh... oooh!" Amy kept crying, clawing at the sofa.
And she was bumping her hot ass back at Clay, asking for more and more of the penetrating punishment that she felt she needed.
Clay felt like the king of the world as he bore into the pretty divorcee's rear. Her asshole grabbed spastically at his rod. He took her grinding, bumping motion as evidence that she enjoyed what he was doing to her.
He draped himself over her back, reached underneath her, and clutched her dangling tits, which he pulled out of her robe. He tugged on her nipples while he ass-fucked her.
She panted excitedly as every muscle in her body seemed to be in motion, grinding, bucking, pushing at his relentless prick which plunged again and again up her hotly clasping asshole.
"Ooooh, I'm COMMM-INNNG!" Amy bawled.
She broke rhythm and lurched wildly. Her asshole rippled along Clay's cock. He took his hand from her tits and stuck his middle finger up her wet, sloppy cunt, pinching her clitty between the base of his finger and his palm.
She literally howled. Her frenzied motions heightened.
Clay rode her with a vengeance, continuing to fuck her bobbing rear. But he finally could no longer withstand the ecstatic spasms of her anus around his cock. He let out a mighty groan while driving deep. His balls shot their load with the force of a fire-hose, spurting his thick cream into Amy's roiling guts.
Clay jerked up and down on her ass, his great prick seeming to leap as it thrashed in her bowels. His cum flooded her with heat and gratification.
This time she really knew she'd been fucked, and in the way she secretly most enjoyed.
Oh, what a cruel bastard Clay is! she thought, and gave another orgasmic shiver.
Clay grasped her hair, forcing her to turn her head, and he clamped his moist mouth to hers. Her tongue stroked his warmly.
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning, seated before her class, Amy felt secure and surprisingly at peace with herself. If she had been bad, she had been punished for it. In the meantime, her job was safe, and she felt firmly enough established at the school to let her mind wander into channels which she had marked off-limits some months ago.
Her eyes swept the class, which was studiously at work on an assignment. She ignored the girls and admired the young boys. How fresh-faced and handsome they were!
Amy singled out one lad in particular-blond- haired Richie Prine. He was rather small for a 13-year-old, but he was well proportioned and clean-cut. What Amy most liked about him was his model deportment. He was extremely courteous at all times, never failing to do what she asked of him and in the best way he could.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the period. The students quickly shut their books and put their papers and pens away.
"Richie!" Amy called as the children were standing up. "Would you come up here, please?"
If her voice was trembling slightly, young Richie didn't seem to notice it.
"Yes, Mrs. Curtis," he said, and immediately approached her desk.
"Wait for the other children to leave," she said in a low tone.
Richie obviously was curious, but he said nothing, standing next to Amy's desk as the rest of the class filed out.
"I have a free period, Richie," she explained as soon as they were alone. "I realize that you have a class to go to, but don't worry about it. I'll give you an absence slip."
"Sure, Mrs. Curtis," the lad said, waiting for her to explain further.
"There's something I want you to help me with."
"I'll be glad to," the naively eager youth replied.
Oh, you darling! Amy thought. What if I told you I wanted you to take your clothes off, then if I got down on my knees in front of you and took your lovely little penis into my mouth...
Amy was quivering inside. She struggled to control herself.
"Come with me to the supply closet," she said, rising. Her arm slipped easily around Richie's shoulders.
She watched for his response as she basked in the warmth his nearness gave her. The lad's eyes widened a bit and he looked up at her. Amy's smile sought to be reassuring, though she was approaching the ragged edge of her own control.
She guided the youth in front of her and followed him to the walk-in closet at the rear of the room. He entered, and she pulled the string on the overhead light.
"Now, you see all these books, Richie?" she asked tensely as she pointed to the loaded shelves. "We're going to have to go through them to see which ones are fit to use and which have pages missing or are all marked up. Do you understand?"
"Yeah... I think so," Richie said, watching her closely.
She was standing right against him, and he seemed to be responding to her touch and the warmth of her body. She edged past him, deliberately letting him feel her firm tits. Then she stepped up onto the step-stool which was provided for access to the top shelves. She climbed to its top, which placed her shapely hips on a level with the eyes of the thirteen-year-old.
"Ooh, goodness!" she exclaimed. "I believe I popped a run in one of my nylons." Thrilling as she anticipated the effect this would have on the innocent youth, she lifted her skirt all the way to her hips. "Richie...." she drawled softly, "would you look over my stockings, dear, and see if they're all right?"
The boy stared at his teacher's beautiful legs, sheathed in stockings halfway up her thighs and gloriously bare above. Not only that-she was holding her skirt so high that he saw the lacy edges of her mint-green panties and the lower curves of her plump buttocks, which her panties didn't quite contain.
From beneath half-lowered lashes, Amy gazed down at the lad. He was blushing. His lips were parted. He seemed to be breathing hard.
And that wasn't all about him that was hard, Amy immediately noted.
She became very excited as she watched the front of his pants pushing forward.
"Well, tell me, Richie," she said, her voice husking up. "Do my nylons look all right?"
"Y-yeah... sure, M-Mrs. Curtis."
"Maybe you'd better run your hands over them to make sure they don't have any runs." Her heart was thumping wildly. She had to hold onto a shelf to keep from tumbling off the step-stool.
"Gosh!" Richie exclaimed as he dutifully ran his hands up Amy's legs. He spread a fire over her flesh which no grown man could do. The glans in her pussy sprang to life, and her cuntal lips puffed sensually.
As Richie's hands glided up her nylons, nearing their tops, Amy quickly backed down one step of the stool. This caused his hands to slide into the bare skin of her upper thighs, crossing her taut garters, and brought her rounded bottom into contact with his chest. Her excitement increasing at a feverish pitch, she took another downward step, rubbing her bottom along Richie's front and skidding his hands onto the nylon of her panties.
"Wow!" the lad exclaimed again.
Amy turned on the step-stool to face him, causing one of his hands underneath her skirt to . glide across her resilient bottom and the other to stroke the front of her panties. She knew he could feel her pubic fur through the thin nylon.
"Do you like what you feel, Richie?" she asked, her husky voice conveying her excitement.
"Yeah! Gosh!" Red-faced, the lad stared at her. He kept his hands under her dress. His trousers were urgently peaked.
"Pull down my panties!" Amy whispered hoarsely as she petted the boy's blond hair.
An unintelligible sound gurgled in Richie's throat as he groped for the elastic at the top of his teacher's panties. He hooked his fingers over it and pulled her panties down. He didn't have to be told to pet Amy's bare ass, which shimmied against his stroking hands.
"Oooh, GOSH!" he panted.
Amy stepped down to the floor and clutched the hump at the front of his jeans. "What's this?" she asked huskily.
"I'm s-sorry, Mrs. Curtis!" Richie writhed.
"Sorry? Ooh, my darling, I love it!" Amy said as she pulled down his zipper.
The lad let out a strangling, unintelligible sound as she snaked her hand into his pants. She brought out his small but iron-hard prick which stuck up so high that it nearly touched his belly.
Amy pushed him backward and dropped to her knees, moving with some difficulty because of the panties which were bunched about her thighs. She gazed at the circumcised, pink-headed little prick that she held.
The lad had never thought, in his wildest adolescent imaginings, that his beautiful English teacher would ever do anything like this with him. His entire body throbbed with the wildest pleasure he had ever known. But he felt embarrassed, at the same time, to have his teacher holding his cock and staring directly at it. Why, it was only a few inches from her face!
"You have such a pretty prick!" Amy purred, fingering the stiff little organ up and down.
A wild thrill shook young Richie, and he was afraid something awful was going to happen. But he didn't know what.
"May I kiss your cock, Richie?" his passion-crazed teacher asked.
His erection jerked in her hand. The lad couldn't reply, because his throat was so choked up.
"I'm going to kiss it!" Amy huskily announced.
She thrilled uncontrollably as she leaned close to his prick, taking its delicate, boyish scent up her nostrils. Her pink lips parted. Her moist, rosy tongue came out.
Richie let out a wild groan as he watched- and felt!-his teacher's velvety tongue swirl around the head of his cock. Then he experienced the incomparable thrill of having her clamp her mouth over his cockhead.
Giddy with delight, Amy sucked as she pumped her encircling lips on the boy's prick, taking the entire stubby organ into her mouth and throat.
"AAH... AAAGH... OH!" Richie panted.
His super-stiff little pecker jerked in his teacher's sucking mouth, and the most magnificent sensation of his young life gripped him as he shot something warm and wet up from his balls and through the tube of his quivering penis. The first product of his manhood splashed over Amy's tongue and down her gulping throat. Gurgling blissfully, she champed on his spurting prick as she swallowed, and her entire body quivered with a luscious warm orgasm. She writhed, sucking the lad's prick until his balls were dry. He wavered, throbbing with ecstasy, his knees threatening to buckle.
Finally Amy removed her mouth from him and leaned back. She smiled up at him, her eyes warm, her face flushed. A white gooey substance drib- bled from her soft lower lip. As she looked at Richie, she ran a finger over her chin, wiping up the spilled semen, and she licked the finger clean.
"There!" she exclaimed, happy as a cat that had just supped on cream. "Did you like that?"
"Oooh, WOW, Mrs. Curtis!" the lad said. Amy chuckled. "Now zip up your pants, like a good boy, and you can sit down in the other room while I write you an absence slip. And, Richie...." Continuing to crouch in front of him, she took the youth's hands. "Don't say a word about this to anyone, will you?"
"G-gosh no, Mrs. Curtis!"
Richie looked as if he wanted to say something else, and Amy waited.
"When that... that thing happened... was it all right?" he asked, apparently confused and a bit frightened by his first ejaculation.
"Of course!" Amy said, rising to her feet. "It was wonderful! Didn't you enjoy it?"
"Sure, but... well, nothing like that ever happened to me before."
"I understand, Richie," Amy said, lifting her skirt to pull her green silken panties back into place.
The youth goggled at a glimpse of her pussy hair before her panties covered it.
"What happened was perfectly natural," Amy told him. "Next time we'll do something different -I'll let you put your prick inside my hole, if you want to. But you'll have to be sure not to tell anyone what happened, or you might get us both in trouble. Can I count on you, Richie?"
"Wow, you bet, Mrs. Curtis!"
"Then give me a little kiss to seal the bargain," Amy said.
She had to bend down a bit, because Richie was shorter than she. Her soft lips touched his firm, boyish ones, and she drew him against her breasts. She fluttered her moist tongue in his mouth.
Because the effect was exciting to her-and she suspected to him, as well-she terminated the kiss quickly, not daring to let either of them get hot and bothered again. It was much too risky to fool around in the classroom while school was in session. Next time they would get together after school or perhaps at her apartment, Amy thought.
She let Richie go, and he tottered out of the supply closet as if he wasn't quite sure where he was or what had happened to him.
Amy smiled to herself. Of all the thrills in the realm of sex, none compared to the pleasure of initiating a young lad, she decided.
Of course it was a scandalous thing to do, but Amy had adjusted to a new view of herself as an unorthodox person. And why shouldn't she do what she wanted, since all the men she knew did what they wanted with her?
Smiling fondly at Richie as he sank into his seat, she walked to her desk at the front of the room and proceeded to write out an absence slip for the lad.
CHAPTER TEN
"Shit, I'm sure horny tonight!" Jack announced as he entered Amy's apartment that evening and whirled her into his arms.
"Well, I'm not!" she told him. "So you can just get out of...."
Jack's mouth sealed her lips, cutting off the rest of the sentence. His tongue pried at her mouth, which resisted at first, then was forced open. As he licked her tongue and the slippery walls of her mouth, he sent his hands down her back to caress her soft ass.
Amy was panting by the time she pushed away from him. "What makes you think... you can just walk in here and... take me any time you want?"
"The way you act when I take you, baby," Jack said wisely. He gave her a pat on the bottom. "Let's get undressed."
"Don't you have any other girl friends?"
"Hey, what is this? Trying to farm me out?"
"Well, it happens that I'm not in the mood tonight."
"Liar!" Grinning confidently, Jack leaned to kiss her again, but she squirmed away from him and strode across the room. He watched her curvaceous bottom wiggle.
"I get it," Jack said. "You're expecting that other guy."
"No." Amy turned to face him.
"Then you're angling for me to do something for you. You want me to take you out, is that it? Some expensive place?"
"I don't want to go anywhere."
"Then what the hell is it, baby?" Jack asked, moving up to her. "You know I've got the hots for you. And you get that way with me every time we start."
"Not this time," Amy said wishfully.
Today's experience with young Richie had been so precious that her thoughts were still full of it. The idea of being with a grown man turned off her mind. Her body, however, always posed a problem.
Jack drew her against him. She felt the curved prick that bulged in his pants.
He began massaging her ass, slowly rubbing the resilient cheeks up and down and to and fro. He was pushing her panties askew underneath her skirt, driving the flimsy nylon up into the cleft between her buttocks as the leg elastics worked high on her bulging mounds.
"Will you please STOP that!" Amy demanded angrily, as irate over her own physical response as she was with him.
Jack's answer was to unzip her dress at the back. Amy sucked in her breath and tried to twist away. But by then the man had clawed open her bra-strap as well. She did succeed in getting away from him, but found herself having to clutch her clothes at the front to keep them from falling off.
"I hate you!" she said, her cheeks flaming.
"Oh, no you don't! Amy, you're the worst chick I ever saw for not knowing her own mind."
Jack moved in on her again and yanked her dress down. It dropped to the floor, along with her brassiere, and Amy found herself facing him in just her cute little spectacles, green panties, and shoes.
"Damn you!" she raged.
"Tch-tch-tch," Jack said. "Such talk from a teacher!"
He pulled her against him and began licking her luscious lips. He swabbed his moist tongue back and forth along them several times before twisting it into her mouth. By then most of the resistance was out of Amy, and she held her mouth open wide. Her tongue played with his.
Jack's cock rose against her nylon-clad belly. He stroked her lush ass in her sheer briefs.
Going... going... gone, Amy thought fatalistically. It won't be long before I'm under him or sucking him off or doing whatever he wants me to do.
The door buzzer sounded.
Amy pushed away from Jack and wondered aloud, "Who can that be?"
"Why don't you answer it and find out?" Jack suggested.
Amy turned and walked toward the door, giving the man an opportunity to admire her very beautiful bottom with her panties caught between its twisting, soft cheeks. Suddenly Amy stopped, realizing she was nearly nude.
"Who is it?" she called through the door.
"Clay. Open up."
"Oooh!" Amy whined.
"Might as well let him in," Jack said, standing behind her. "It's time we two got acquainted anyway."
Amy considered quickly. What choice did she have? If she told Clay to leave, he probably would open the door and come in anyway. And it didn't seem to matter that she had nothing but her panties on. Clay had seen her in less several times.
She ran her fingers under the leg elastics of her briefs, pulling the nylon out from between her buttocks and tucking the elastics under those pouting mounds. She opened the door, standing behind it so that she wouldn't be seen by a stranger if one happened to be passing in the hall.
Clay entered the apartment, and Amy shut the door.
The lanky teacher glanced from Amy, who was nearly nude, to Jack and back again. "Looks like I interrupted something."
"I'm glad you did!" Amy blurted. "I was just asking this man," she added, pointing at Jack, "to leave."
"Really? But you let him take off your dress and bra first." Clay obviously wasn't convinced that she needed or desired assistance.
"My name's Jack Patrick," the younger man said, sticking his hand out.
Clay shook it and introduced himself.
"Well, I like that!" Amy said, stamping her foot so that her titties jiggled. "You two are going to be buddies, I suppose."
"I can't see any reason why we ought to fight," Clay remarked, dropping into a chair. "I'll wager there's enough here for both of us."
"Ooh!" Amy cried, livid with anger.
"Hey, you're a pretty good guy," Jack said to Clay. "I was afraid we might have trouble."
"Oh, hell no!"
Amy felt humiliatingly like a chattel which the men had agreed to share, as if she had no feelings or preferences of her own.
"I'm going to get dressed and get out of here!" she announced, striding to where her dress and bra lay on the floor.
When she bent to pick up the clothes, Jack bent faster and snatched them away. He brought his other hand up under a dangling tit, cupping the stiff-nippled boob. Clay lunged to his feet behind Amy, wrapped his arms around her waist, and hauled her backward, both of them tumbling into a chair.
"God damn you!" Amy cried. "You're both a couple of bastards!"
"You think we ought to put up with that kind of talk from this bitch?" Clay asked Jack as Amy writhed, trying to escape from Clay's grasp.
"I don't let anybody call me a bastard and get away with it," Jack said, a fierce look coming over his dark, handsome features as he moved up in front of Amy.
"Let's teach her a lesson," Clay suggested.
"No you don't!" Amy said. "Let me go!"
She squirmed wildly on Clay's lap, causing her tits to shake and jiggle. Her thighs swung open and closed, facing Jack, and he glimpsed curly dark hairs along the narrow crotch-strip of her panties.
"This girl gives great head!" Clay told Jack. "Man, don't I know it!" Jack replied, grinning tensely.
Amy thought she would die of humiliation. "She also likes to take a prick up her rear," Clay said. "Don't you, sweetheart?" he added, and nipped Amy's neck.
She wanted to kill him, and Jack as well. She kept struggling fiercely, though by that time it was clear to her that the fight was in vain. These men were going to do what they wanted with her, and there was no way she could stop them. Her tingling body had sealed her fate as surely as had the men's lust.
Clay pushed her forward, off his lap, and she landed degradingly on her hands and knees in front of Jack.
"Chow time, baby," Clay said with a chuckle as he knelt behind her. He pulled the crotch of her panties askew and poked an impudent finger at her already moistening, hair-covered cunt.
Amy knew what was expected of her and what, unfortunately, she wanted. She unzipped Jack's trousers and lifted out his meaty prick.
The man's organ wasn't stiff, nor was it soft. It curved forward, the head large and purplish, the stem thickly tense.
Amy tilted the cock up so that its bulbous head nodded. Holding the raunchy-scented thing well back toward the base, her hand pressing against Jack's open fly, she stuck out her tongue and leaned closer.
Jack looked down and watched. Clay watched over Amy's shoulder as she began licking Jack's cockhead. Her lashing tongue made the knob bobble. It jerked, and Jack's shaft stiffened a bit.
Amy fitted her soft lips around his large glans and sucked. His shaft became pipe-like and she no longer had to hold it. Groaning around the mouth-stuffing prick, Amy bobbed her head. The men watched Jack's thick shaft all but disappear into her mouth each time she drove her gobbling lips toward its base. Then it re-appeared, wet and gleaming with her saliva, as she sucked just the head. She repeated this motion many times as Jack writhed pleasurably. All the while, Clay twisted a long stiff finger in Amy's slimy, warm cunt.
Champing and sucking on Jack's juicy cock-head gave her pleasure. Being diddled by Clay gave her pleasure, also. She didn't know where she felt the best-in her mouth or between her legs.
Amy was convinced by that time that having two men at once would double her thrills, much as she resented the inconsiderate way in which they were enforcing their demands upon her. She kept sucking Jack's cock while Clay removed his finger from her hole and yanked down her flimsy pants. She lifted one knee, then the other, to let Clay pull her panties off.
She didn't know which to expect from him-a ramming in her cunt or in her tighter and twice-tortured rear hole. She was pretty sure that she would get one of those two treatments right away, and she was a quiver with uncertain anticipation.
Clay surprised her by sliding between her spread knees on his back. As he looked up at her hairy twat, with moisture gleaming on the rosy folds of flesh which bisected the thick bush, he grasped her ass and pulled her succulent crotch smack against his face. He began to lick... and suck... and gnaw at her pussy.
This oral stimulation of her delicate genitals made Amy attack Jack's stiff prick with even greater gusto. Making wild sounds, which were muffled by Jack's cock, she champed at his bulbous glans, sucking lots of juice from it. She let it go with a pop, and it skidded alongside her nose, bumping and smearing her glasses as she licked the shaft. She pulled Jack's balls out of his pants and began kissing them.
"Oooh, I love it... I love it!" she babbled against his hairy nuts. She caught one of the precious ovals in her mouth and went, "Aaawngh... awgh... aaawwwgh," before spitting it out and licked back up the underside of Jack's cock.
Her glasses were so smeared with spit and cock-juice that she couldn't see through them, and she had to pause long enough to take them off. Jack grasped his cock and rubbed its spongy head all over her face. Clay's tongue was fluttering in her yawning, throbbing cunt which dribbled warm juice down his throat.
She grasped Jack's cock again and stuffed it back into her mouth. She lunged fiercely forward opening her throat more than ever before so that Jack's glans actually forged into the narrow passage while her lips nibbled in his open fly, against the edges of his underwear and his coarse hairs.
"Fuck her in the ass!" Jack said to Clay. "I want to watch it!"
Clay pushed himself out from between the girl's tented thighs and sat up. He wiped his wet face.
"She'll have to help get me ready," Clay said.
He scrambled around on his knees until he was beside Jack. Jack pulled his prick from Amy's mouth and knelt also. Clay opened his pants and let his monstrous cock leap out.
Amy was confronted by two stiff pricks, pointing at her. She grasped them both and got between them. Turning from one to the other, she nibbled along their sides as if she were eating corn off the cob. Then she took sucks at the two juicy peckers in turn.
As if with a single thought, both men surged forward at once, jamming their pricks into Amy's mouth at the same time, stretching her lips to the absolute maximum. She sucked and spit-washed both cocks.
Clay pulled his prick out and scrambled around behind her. Jack kept his cock in her face. She worked on it passionately while Clay massaged spit into the dimple of her ass. Then he rammed his big prick up her shit-chute while Jack stroked vigorously between her aching lips.
Amy ached at both places, and it was wonderful!
She writhed, wiggling her butt and her head at the same time, taking Jack's cock down her throat in fierce plunges while Clay worked his prick deeper and deeper up her hot asshole.
The men fucked her face and her ass without mercy. Amy thrilled.
Both men let go at once, and her tonsils and bowels were bathed in warm cream, gushing and splashing, causing her mouth to gulp and her asshole to ripple. Her pussy got in the act too as Clay jammed two stiff fingers up it.
Amy climaxed from head to tail, writhing like a reptile, lurching and vibrating. Her brain heeled.
Finally she blacked out, and when she awoke she was sprawled on her belly on the carpet. The men were laughing and joking.
Amy felt as if she had reached the very bottom of the passion pit. She had been de-humanized completely, turned into a mere receptacle for thrusting pricks and spurting semen.
Perhaps, she decided wryly, it was no worse than she deserved.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The more abuse which Amy took from Clay and Jack, the greater became her desire to lavish love on young Richie. As his class got up to leave the room at the close of their period the next day, she surreptitiously signaled him. The lad caught the message and walked to her desk.
"After school... right here," Amy whispered, clutching Richie's hand.
"Okay, Mrs. Curtis!' Richie grinned in happy anticipation.
She watched as he romped from the room and thought how cute it was that he continued to address her formally. He had even called her "Mrs. Curtis" while she was sucking his cock. She wondered if he would say it when he got into her pussy.
She sat back and shut her eyes, imagining how sweet and wonderful it was going to be to receive Richie's fucking-to be the first female to enfold his stiff little prick in her body, to bring him to spurting orgasm in the way nature intended.
The phone on the classroom wall buzzed. Amy straightened with a start, then got up and walked to answer the summons. "Hello," she said into the receiver. "Amy...?"
She recognized the drippy-sweet voice, and sighed, "Yes, Mr. Welch... uh... Horace?"
He chuckled. "I take it that you're alone. You have a free period, don't you?"
"That's right." Amy dreaded what he was about to ask.
"I'm free also at the moment," he said.. "Why don't you drop in-for a professional conference, shall we say?" He chuckled again.
It occurred to Amy that she knew, for the first time, what the phrase dirty old man meant. But she shouldn't blame Horace, she decided, for wanting what every other man wanted, just because he was married and a few years old than she. He actually was more considerate and appreciative of her than either Clay or Jack.
"I'll be right there," she said into the telephone, and hung up.
This will make me feel less guilty about meeting Richie later, she thought, as she walked to the principal's office. Guilty? Oh, hell! After what I went through last night, and what's going to happen in a few minutes, I'll be damned if I will feel guilty at all!
Amy breezed through the school office with a nod at Horace's secretary, then rapped briskly at his door.
"Come in!" he called, his voice almost lyrical.
Amy opened the door and walked in, shutting it behind her.
"Turn the lock," Horace said softly.
Amy did so, hoping that the click wasn't heard outside.
"Now then!" Horace chuckled, walking around his desk and approaching the pretty brunette teacher.
She let him kiss her. His lips were flabby, and his form was thick. But he was just a man, no better or worse than any other, Amy assured herself.
She relinquished his kiss with a final licking of his tongue by hers.
"Ooh, my darling!" he puffed fondly, and stroked her jutting tits.
"Do you want me to get undressed, Horace?" she asked sweetly.
"Would you, my precious? Oh, I hope you wore a wicked garter belt today."
"I always wear a garter belt, Horace," she said. "I hate panty-hose."
"So do I!" he declared.
He walked to the vinyl sofa and sat down, facing Amy as if he were in the front row of a burlesque theater and she was a stripper about to do her stuff. The notion titillated her.
I think I'll thrill the old man silly! she mused.
There was no music in the office, but that didn't hamper Amy's "act". Smiling mischievously, she approached the sofa, positioning herself directly in front of Horace. She began to grind her hips slowly and at the same time lifted the skirt of her colorful print dress. She watched Horace's eyes which took on a new glint of fascination as they focused on her legs. Her hemline crept up and up.
The dark bands of her stockings came into view, then a metallic garter clasp and another. Her thighs were lusciously full where the stocking welts encircled them. Continuing to grind her hips sensuously, Amy slid her skirt higher. The bands of white flesh above the tops of her stockings widened.
"Ooh, my... yesss!" Horace said appreciatively as he stared, a little smile on his lips.
Amy raised her skirt until it reached the lacy edges of her pink panties. She held her hemline there and turned to and fro, so that Horace could admire her pretty legs from various angles. Then she turned away from him, daringly bent forward, and flipped her skirt up over her back, as a can-can dancer would do.
Amy's outthrust ass, in sheer panties, made a delightful sight. The effect was enhanced by the garter straps that traveled up her thighs to disappear beneath the lacy edges of her pink briefs, and by her stocking tops which made her bare thighs appear so lusciously smooth and pale above them.
"Lovely!" the principal exclaimed. He made no move to lunge for the beautiful ass which waggled in front of him, its soft cheeks twisting as the lacy edges of Amy's briefs pressed against them. He seemed happy to be teased for awhile, knowing as he did that the goodies which he looked at would be his to stroke and kiss and fuck in a few minutes. In that way, he enjoyed an advantage over the viewer of a commercial strip act.
Amy straightened and let her skirt drop. She continued grinding her hips, as if some music indeed were playing, and she lowered the zipper on the back of her dress. She shrugged her left shoulder, then her right, letting the dress slide down her arms. She turned to face Horace, exhibiting a pink brassiere which was low-cut and quite sheer, letting her nipples show through the lace-patterned cups.
"This is charming!" Horace said, clapping his hands against his knees. "Please continue! Go all the way!"
Amy laughed and tossed her head, letting her auburn hair whip to and fro. The silken strands became a bit tangled, falling partially over one cheek. This gave her a wanton look. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra.
She slid her hands to the front, holding her bra in place, then let it drop, quickly placing her hands where the nylon cups had been. She squeezed and wiggled her bare tits, her hands concealing the nipples from Horace's view.
Watching his warm, lustful eyes, she parted her fingers and let her brown nipples peep out between them. She pinched the nipples between her fingers, continuing to wiggle her breasts. The nipples became very stiff and they tingled.
Amy was becoming as excited as Horace. She felt moisture seeping on the lips of her cunt.
She took her hands away from her breasts and shook her shoulders. Her titties bounced to and fro. She slowed the motion so that the conical mounds merely wobbled.
Horace squirmed, grinning like a kid at a circus.
Amy circled the room with mincing steps, letting her tits jiggle. The man chuckled excitedly.
Facing away from him, she resumed grinding her hips as she worked her dress down. She bent, once more thrusting her panty-clad bottom toward him, as she stepped out of her dress and tossed it aside.
She walked about the room some more, wiggling her buttocks in her thin briefs, showing off her pale, scissoring thighs, letting her breasts jounce. She felt very loose and excited.
Finally she positioned herself in the center of the room, facing away from Horace, and hooked her thumbs around the elastic at the top of her panties. She stretched the rubber band this way and that, slowly lowering it. More and more of her beautiful white bottom came into view. When she had bared the lush cheeks completely, she bent and whisked her panties down her legs.
Horace stared at her split ass-at the delightful little dimple which was visible between the mounds and at her shaggy cunt between the tops of her thighs.
Amy pulled the panties from her feet and swung them in the air, turning to face Horace. Smiling, she let the pink, lace-trimmed garment fly, and it struck him in the face. He grasped her warm, silken pants and rubbed them against his mouth and nose. He let them fall to his lap.
Amy approached him and raised a stocking-clad leg, placing her shoe on his knee. She swiveled on her other foot, swaying her flexed leg to and fro as she slowly unhooked her garters. She brushed her stocking down.
"Would you like to take it off for me?" she asked Horace.
"Oh, yes!" he exclaimed, and quickly removed her shoe.
Amy steadied herself by leaning against his shoulder, her breasts swooping.
Horace stared at her cunt, its moist lips visible in the thick hair, as he raised her shoe to his face and kissed it. He let the shoe fall to the floor and caressed Amy's flexed leg, slowly brushing her nylon the rest of the way down. He picked the stocking off her toes. His other hand brushed her breasts, wobbling them.
Amy put her bare leg down and lifted the other one, bracing her shoe against Horace's knee. Her titties quivered with every move.
Horace happily unclasped her garters. His fleshy hands stroked her thigh, drawing her stocking down. He removed her shoe and nylon.
Amy backed up, turned away from him, and unhooked her garter belt, whipping it away.
At last she was nude.
She stood with her feet planted close together and twisted her hips, letting her shapely, bare ass grind sensuously. She turned and approached Horace.
He obviously was tense with anticipation.
Amy decided that she would rather not get her body gooed up with Horace's cream, because she was going to be with Richie later. And why waste the time involved in waiting for Horace to take his clothes off? There was a simpler way for both of them to gain satisfaction.
She dropped to her knees in front of the stout, fully clothed man who pushed himself forward to the edge of the vinyl couch. Smiling up at him, Amy caressed, through the left leg of his pants, the hardness which her striptease had inspired.
Horace's face was tense, his lips parted. "Feels like I really turned you on," Amy said, continuing to caress his cock through his trousers. "Yes! Ooh, my dear, that was wonderful!"
"How would it be right now if I were to suck you off?" Amy asked, because she didn't want to proceed in that direction if he was going to feel slighted.
"Oh, God!" Horace said. "That would be perfect!"
"Then that's what I'll do," Amy said simply, and unzipped his pants.
She reached in through his fly, grasped his hard penis, and brought it out. The foreskin had pulled back from the pink tip of his organ but still covered most of the glans. Amy encircled his cock with her cool, soft hand, and glided the hood fully back. His prickhead swelled in freedom, turning a rich rosy shade as Amy gazed at it. She leaned close and stuck out her small, moist tongue.
"My darling!" Horace husked, cradling her head in his plump hands as she began licking his cock.
It was a thrilling new experience for him to watch a strip show, then have the stripper go down on him. Many men had doubtless fantasized just such a thing while in a burlesque theater, and for Horace the fantasy was coming true. He could scarcely have been more pleased.
Amy also enjoyed her licking of his eager prick, The scent and flavor of cock had come to be one of her preferred tastes. Her nostrils were dilated as she fluttered her pink tongue along Horace's rod and poked into his fly to lick his balls. She waggled her tongue back to the head of his cock, then concentrated on that slick, tasty knob. She licked the bulbous shape, her tongue swirling and swabbing, going around and round then up and down across the tip. Clear fluid seeped out of the flaring hole, and Amy lapped that up.
She fitted her lips around the tip of the principal's cock and sucked gently, while beating a tattoo with her tongue against his sensitive vent. She let her encircling lips crawl forward to the fattest part of his glans, then draw back.
He was breathing hard. She felt the tip of his pecker quiver between her lips.
She glided her mouth forward again, a bit farther this time. But she still refrained from encompassing his entire cockhead in her mouth. She was deliberately teasing him, seeking to heighten his passion to the point where he would come quickly, once she began giving head in earnest.
Her tongue lapped against the underside of his glans, where some sensitive membranes connected the knob to his foreskin.
Horace began pulling anxiously on her head, trying to bring her mouth fully over his prick. She resisted for a time, licking and laving his slippery glans. Then she yielded to his pulling motion and lunged forward, letting his prick thrust deeply into her mouth. She tightened her soft lips around the shank of his organ.
"Ooooh, my God!" Horace exclaimed. A blissful tremor shook him. Amy felt his stiff prick twitch against her tongue.
She began stroking forward and back, skidding her o-shaped lips across the ridge of his corona and along his slick shaft. His cock surged far back on her tongue, poking into her throat. Her lips gobbled at the base of his stem and were tickled by his coarse hairs. She inhaled the scent of his intimate perspiration.
As always, when her mouth really got to going on a prick, Amy became transported. She wanted nothing else than to feel that thick, meaty shaft gliding in and out between her lips, rubbing and compressing her tongue, stuffing her mouth and threatening to drive right down her gulping throat.
She writhed on her knees, rubbing her damp thighs together. The super-slick lips of her pussy rubbed together as well, massaging her aroused clit. She knew she would gain a full, luscious orgasm when Horace came in her mouth. Her lips fucked him faster. They stropped the ridge of his cock like an encircling thumb and finger, but much softer. The wet warmth of her sweet mouth encompassing his prick gave him a thrill which couldn't have been gained in any other way.
Amy varied the straight forward-and back thrusting of her mouth with a slight twisting motion. She champed on the spongy knob of Horace's cock as she ground her mouth on it. But she always returned to the straight forward lunges, knowing that it was this repetitive action which would bring him off.
She could hardly wait to feel him spurt in her mouth-to taste his cum and to drink it down.
Horace was huffing and puffing. He clutched Amy's bobbing head and pumped his hips on the edge of the couch, driving his hot cock upward into her stroking mouth. His head grew light. His brain seemed to spin. He shut his eyes, and the only thing he was aware of in all creation was the stroking of Amy's luscious lips up and down, up and down around his pulsating pecker. "Aah!" he said. "OHHHH! AAAAAAAAH!"
His hips bumped spastically as his prick quivered in Amy's mouth, the glans ballooning. Hot spurts of thick moisture struck the back of her throat and washed forward, over her lapping tongue. As she gulped down his rich, musky cream, she climaxed. Her hips bobbed forward and back. She trembled all over.
She kept champing and sucking on the principal's spewing prick, taking all the cum that he had to shoot. Then she leaned back, panting as she looked at him with white goo dribbling from her lower lip.
"Oooh, that was delightful!" Horace sighed, and sank back, his softened prick shrinking as it flopped into his open fly.
Amy got shakily to her feet. She had done her duty, guaranteeing the security of her job at her new high rate of pay, and she had enjoyed herself in the process.
What was more, she had further justified, in her own mind, what she intended to do with Richie later.
All in all, it had been a fine way to spend a free period.
Amy walked about the room, gathering her clothes. Horace sat quietly, with a contented smile on his face, and watched her get dressed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Richie hurried into the classroom right after school and placed his books on a desk.
"Gosh, Mrs. Curtis, I've been looking forward to this all day!" he exclaimed, standing in front of her and rubbing his hands nervously up and down on his pants legs.
Amy smiled and stood up. "I've been looking forward to it, also," she said. "First, walk over and lock the door like a good boy, will you?"
"You bet!" Richie said, and couldn't get across the room fast enough.
His eagerness charmed Amy. But the fact was that she was just as eager herself. Taking his little boy's penis inside her was going to be a supreme thrill.
She unfastened her dress and let it down. When Richie turned to face her after locking the door, his eyes widened.
"Wow!" he exclaimed as he stared at his pretty teacher in stockings, pink bra and panties.
"You take your clothes off, too," she told the lad. "We want to both be naked this time, don't we?"
"Yeah!" Richie said, and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Color came to his cheeks, indicating his embarrassment. But the desire to fuck his teacher overwhelmed his shyness, and he quickly proceeded to disrobe.
Smiling fondly as she watched him, Amy removed her brassiere.
"You've sure got pretty tits!" Richie blurted as he gazed at the erect, shapely mounds with their stiff nipples extended. Amy laughed softly. "They're breasts, darling. Tits sounds vulgar."
"But the guys call 'em tits, Mrs. Curtis," Richie said, climbing out of his pants.
"Then you may call them tits too," Amy said gently, and slid down her panties.
Richie's little cock was making a peak in the front of his jockey-style briefs. He pulled the briefs down, and his dick snapped springily to stand almost straight up against his lean belly.
Amy had never seen such a high erection before.
She had never seen such adorable balls as Richie had, either. They weren't brownish like men's balls, nor were they hairy. They were quite pale and soft with just a little light fuzz curling around them.
What a rare delight it was to know a boy like that, Amy thought.
She lay her panties aside with her bra and dress. She decided to keep her stockings and garter belt on.
By that time Richie was nude except for his socks.
Amy said, "Come here, darling."
Blushing, Richie walked over to her, his stubby prick sticking up. "You have the most adorable cock!" Amy said, and wrapped her hand around it.
She felt a thrill course through the 13-year-old, and she heard him suck in his breath. Amy knelt on one knee and swung her other knee to the side, thereby parting the bushy hair at her loins and stretching the lips of her cunt. Richie stared at the exciting pink gash until her head obscured the view as she bowed to his prick.
She licked his quivering, tasty pink knob.
"Ooh, GOSH!" the lad exclaimed, breathless with excitement.
Amy raised her head, smiling. "I don't want to give you too much of that today, because we're going to do something else." She stood up. "Do you know what it means to fuck, Richie?"
"Sure!" he said, grinning proudly through his blush.
"Well, that's what we're going to do. But since we don't have a bed in here, we'll have to use a desk." Amy glanced about. "I think one of the students' desks will do just fine. I'll sit on it, and that will put my pussy at just the right height for you to screw it standing up."
Amy enjoyed using blunt sexual words with the lad. He obviously enjoyed hearing them from her, also.
She sat on a desk, perching her buttocks on just the edge of it, and spread her thighs wide apart. Richie stared at her yawning, rosy cunt, which already was wet with excitement.
"Wow, you're sure something!" he said.
Amy chuckled. "Something that you like, I hope."
"Gosh, yeah!" But he seemed a bit frightened, too, as he stared at her pussy-the first one he had ever seen, all open like that.
"Come here," Amy said, holding out her arms.
Richie walked forward between them and between her spread knees.
"Let's kiss first," she murmured, "and you can play with my titties if you like."
"Wowwww...." the lad breathed, and his lips collided with hers. His hands wrapped around her springy chest-knobs.
Amy fluttered her tongue in his mouth, showing him how to do it. Then he reciprocated. Their tongues stroked sensuously together.
All the while, Richie was stroking and squeezing his teacher's tits. He tugged at her thrusting, firm nipples.
Amy let his mouth go and said, "Why don't you kiss my tits now?"
"Yeaaah!" Richie said, and bowed to the mounds he'd been fondling. His hand served one up to his parted lips.
Amy thrilled as the youth sucked her titty. After a time, she gently tugged that tit out of his mouth and fed him the other. She wrapped her hand around Richie's cock and stroked the amazingly upthrust thing, marveling at its super-hardness. But she didn't stroke it too long, for fear he would become overly excited.
"Now it's time to stick your cock in me," she said in a husky tone. "I'll hold it down and get it placed just right, then you just push forward and slide it all the way up my slit."
"Gosh, if the other guys could see me with you like this!" Richie thought aloud.
Amy let go of his prick and gripped him by the arms. "You mustn't ever tell them-not any of them! Do you promise?"
"Ooh gosh, sure, Mrs. Curtis!"
"That's very important, Richie, because we both could get into trouble."
"Why, Mrs. Curtis? Is it wrong for a teacher and a kid to fuck?"
"I don't think it's wrong, Richie. And I don't imagine you do, either. But some people might."
"I think it's great!" Richie said. "Let's do it, huh?"
"All right."
Amy pushed his springy pecker down, and he moved forward. She thrilled as she worked the small, smooth head of his cock into her wet, intimate folds. She positioned the tip of his organ in the mouth of her sexual channel.
"Now push, Richie!" she said.
The lad drove his stiff prick all the way into her.
"Oooh!" Amy exclaimed.
Richie appeared frightened, his face right in front of hers. "Did I hurt you, Mrs. Curtis?"
"Oooh Jesus, no!" Amy passionately exclaimed. "Just fuck me and fuck me! Ooh, Richie, drive that sweet prick as hard as ever you can!"
"Wow, Mrs. Curtis!" the lad breathlessly exclaimed, and he began to stroke his eager, super-stiff pecker in her warm, wet hole.
"Oooooooh!" Amy moaned, and nearly went into a swoon. She wrapped her arms around the lad's slender, nude body and swayed to and fro, grinding her hot ass against the student's desktop.
Richie kept thrusting in and out of her wiggling, bumping cunt. He had never felt anything so wonderful before-unless maybe it was when the teacher had taken his prick in her mouth. But this was even better in a way, because he could slam himself against her and into her, and she felt so velvety smooth inside. It was better than he had ever imagined.
It felt so very good, that the lad couldn't last long.
But Amy didn't care, because she was already approaching a climax. She hugged Richie against her bobbly breasts and bumped her pussy. He stroked in and out of her as fast as he could.
He gasped. Amy felt him go stiff all over.
"Oooh, RICHeeeeeeee!" she cried, and came, throbbing and jerking from her hips to her shoulders. Her warm cunt rippled around his trapped cock.
The lad shot.
"OOOOOH!" he said.
He shook all over as he spurted into his teacher's pussy. He shot again and again. Amy kept climaxing, her cunt churning around his twitching dick.
Then finally they both were exhausted, and Amy held him against her, feeling his heart hammering. Or was it hers? She'd had a glorious release.
"Gosh, Mrs. Curtis," Rich said, breathing hard. "I didn't know fucking could be so good!"
"Fucking's the best thing in the world," Amy told him. "And I'd rather fuck you than anybody."
He pushed back a bit and looked her in the eyes. "Would you, really?"
"Oooh, yes, Richie! You're just a wonderful fucker!"
She sealed her lips to his and kissed him with her wet, fervent tongue.
The lad felt ten feet tall. He knew he had become a man that day.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As Amy left the school house that afternoon, the honking of an auto horn caused her to stop and look around.
Clay's sports car was parked at the curb. He motioned her over.
Amy wondered why he was waiting there. If he was horny, he would have gone to her apartment.
"Get in," Clay directed. "I don't mind walking," Amy said. "Christ, but you're a wise-ass!" he snapped. "Get into the car!" Amy did so, and her skirt pulled high on her thighs as she swung her knees around. Slices of delectable bare skin were revealed above the tops of her stockings before she pushed her skirt down.
"You were the last one out of the building," Clay said. "Just ahead of you, a kid came out. Richie Prine, I think his name is. Don't you have him in one of your classes?"
"Yes, I do. What of it?"
Amy could feel warmth in her cheeks, and she hoped the blush wasn't giving her away.
"I went to see you just after last period, but your door was locked," Clay said. "I thought that was strange. We don't usually lock our doors."
Amy was frightened, but she decided she would have to bluff her way through. "I didn't want to be disturbed," she said, "especially by you."
"Yeah, and now I know why. That kid was with you, wasn't he?"
"You're a filthy liar!"
Clay studied her guilty eyes and blushing cheeks. "I'm afraid you're the filthy one, lady. What were you doing with that little boy-fucking him or sucking his prick?"
Clay's eyes twinkled, and a smile came to his lips.
I should have known he would be amused by it, Amy thought with relief. He's not going to cause trouble for me.
"All right, so I was having a little fun with him," she said, looking away. "You've done worse things."
"Not with thirteen-year-old girls," Clay replied. "Although I'll admit that their burgeoning tits and hot little asses turn on me."
"Well, you've done worse with me!" Amy said, still looking out the window. "So I suggest that we say nothing more about it."
"Hmmmm," Clay said.
Amy turned to look at him. "What does that mean?"
"I'm trying to get used to this new side of you. I didn't figure you for a little-boy lover."
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Amy exclaimed in disgust, and reached for the door handle.
Clay grasped her knee and slid his hand quickly up her stocking, onto her bare thigh which he gripped hard. Amy stared at him.
"I think I'm going to take you home with me," he said. "I don't want that brash neighbor of yours horning in this time."
"I don't want to go anywhere with you!" Amy said vehemently. "Now let me out of this car!"
"Fussing and fucking'" Clay exclaimed. "Is that all you know?"
"You're a dirty, vicious man!"
"Granted. I'm also egotistical. It gripes the hold shit out of me to think I satisfy you so poorly that you have to seduce schoolboys to get your kicks."
"You're not my lover!" Amy maintained. "You've just been forcing yourself on me, that's all."
"Uh-huh. Well, I'm going to force myself on you some more. How do you like that?"
Clay started the car and sent it whirling away from the curb, the tires screeching. Amy sat back in the bucket seat, irate and frightened. She hated Clay. She had hated him from the first, she realized, despite the fact that he had thrilled her when he'd gotten her aroused.
She made up her mind to get away from him at the first opportunity. Now that she had darling Richie, she didn't need to take Clay's abuse any more. And with Horace Welch in her pocket, she no longer feared for her job.
Clay turned a corner, heading toward the outskirts of town. Amy tensed, waiting for a stoplight. They traveled for about two blocks before she saw a signal ahead, shining green. As they approached, it switched to amber.
Her nerves taut, Amy carefully released her safety belt but held it from snapping back, so that the warning buzzer wouldn't sound. Clay slowed the car as the signal turned red. Even before the wheels rolled to a stop, Amy let go of her safety belt and grasped the door handle. She pushed the door open and was out of the car before Clay could grasp her.
She ran to the sidewalk and around the corner. Her heart thumped as she looked about frantically for a place of refuge. She heard Clay's car roar around the corner. He was following her!
The side street had no concrete walk. There was a warehouse of some sort beside her, all closed up. Farther down were some old houses Amy ran into the alley next to the warehouse.
She heard Clay's car screech to a stop.
Oh God! she thought. He's going to get out and chase me!
His pride was at stake, she realized. He wouldn't let her get away if he could help it.
She ran up the trashy dirt alleyway. Clay's rapid footsteps sounded behind. If only there were someone around, she thought. But she saw-no one.
Clay was getting closer. Terror gripped Amy. She turned to run behind the warehouse, thinking that she might find her way back to the main street.
But it was no use. Clay's grappling hands caught her, and she went tumbling into the dirt and weeds. Clay landed astride her.
"You stupid bitch!" he said.
Amy turned onto her back, hoping to be able to scratch or slap him. But he quickly grasped her arms, pinning them down. Her breasts heaved in her dress, which had been torn away from one shoulder. Her skirt had worked itself up to her hips, exposing her shapely legs in stocking and garters. Clay couldn't see them, however, because he knelt astride her waist.
"You're going to get it now," he said, "right here in the open!"
"You bastard!" Amy cried. "I'll see that you go to jail!"
"Like hell you will!" he derided. "Just wait until I get my cock in you! You'll dig it like this!"
Clay let .go of one of her arms so that he could rip the front of her dress down. Amy flailed at him, but he was leaning so close to her that she couldn't strike him effectively. She clawed at his cheek, her fingernails raking his skin.
"Ow!" he cried. "God damn you!"
He hit her so hard across the face that Amy froze.
He'll KILL me if I fight! she thought. He's out of his mind!
Clay hooked his fingers around the center of her exposed brassiere and yanked. The bra's back-strap bit painfully into Amy's back, then the stitching between the cups popped, and they flew away from her quivering tits.
Her boobs were exposed beneath the open sky, her nipples sticking stiffly up.
Clay straightened, pinning her arms against the ground once more. Amy writhed, but all this accomplished was to shake her titties to and fro.
"I hate you... I hate you!" she bawled.
"Sure you do, baby," the man said sarcastically, and reached down, yanking her skirt even higher than before.
Unknown to the couple who struggled on the ground, two young boys who were playing in a back yard across the way had heard the fracas and boosted themselves onto a board fence to see what was happening. They stared at the pretty woman who writhed in the dust, her stocking-clad legs, bare thighs, and pink panties exposed.
"Hey, man... wow!" one twelve-year-old lad whispered to the other.
"Is that guy gonna kill her?" his friend whispered back.
"Are you nuts or something? He's gonna fuck her! And we'll get to watch it!"
Clay's hand, working blindly behind him, was groping for the top of Amy's sleek panties. He clutched the slender elastic waistband and started pulling her briefs down. But he couldn't accomplish the task while he was straddling her, trying to hold her arms in place.
He swung off of her form, oblivious to her flailing blows for the moment, and knelt beside her, wrenching her panties away from her tossing hips and down her thighs. Amy's fluffy fur triangle came into view. Then the boys who were hanging over the top of the fence saw the wiggly, soft lips of her cunt as Clay lifted her legs in the air, pulling her silk panties up and off. He threw her pants in the dirt.
Pushing her legs apart, he swung to a crouching position between them. He clawed at the front of his trousers.
"You see, he's gonna fuck her!" one boy whispered to the other.
"Wow, I never saw anything like that before!" the other excitedly replied.
Clay pushed his pants and shorts down. His long cock whipped into view, stiffly extended and angling upward. He grasped the rigid shaft, gliding its foreskin back. His pink glans gleamed in the late-afternoon sunlight.
Exposed as she lay humiliatingly in the dirt, about to be raped where anyone might see, Amy felt miserably degraded. But this very degradation, and the public nature of Clay's shocking act, excited her. She continued struggling, but without much purpose, and Clay easily subdued her with one hand while, with the other, he brought his cock into position for a thrust.
"Noooh!" Amy bawled. "Ooh, dooon't!"
Clay wiggled his rubbery glans between the lips of her pussy, which bore some lubrication from Richie's fucking and were freshly glazed by her own unbidden excitement. With his cock securely lodged, the man gave his hips a grinding thrust.
The boys on the nearby fence watched his thick shaft glide into the pretty woman's yielding slit until it was completely sunk from view and Clay's pelvis was jammed snugly into her crotch. He fell fully forward atop her. From their angle, the boys watched his long cock emerge from her clasping hole, then drive deeply into her again. They watched that prick pump in and out, in and out, gleaming with the juice from her pussy.
The lads, barely entering adolescence, had hard-ons which they didn't know what to do with. But their bodies were athrob with pleasure, and they watched avidly as the pretty woman got herself fucked.
To Amy, Clay's thrusts were like lightning bolts out of the clear sky above. She didn't want to enjoy their electrifying power, but she couldn't help herself. Her hips began reaching for even deeper penetration. She ground her hot cunt around the bulb-ended shaft that stirred and stroked her, stretching her vaginal walls and stropping her clit.
Her ass twisted and patted in the dirt. Her titties shook, the nipples stimulated as they scraped Clay's clothing.
"Ooh, give it to me! Give it to me!" Amy exclaimed.
"You hot witch!" Clay husked, fucking fiercely. "What snotnosed kid can make you happy like this, hm?"
It was true. This was a kind of pleasure which Amy couldn't get from Richie or anyone his age. She had thought she didn't need it, but impaled as she was by Clay's brutally stroking prick, she was no longer so sure.
She was wildly excited as she surged for a climax. Her hands gripped Clay's shoulders-not to push him away from her, but to hold him. Her hips hammered up at the inrushing cock that tickled the neck of her uterus, where no mere child could reach, and choked her channel with its stroking bulk.
She came, vibrating and moaning.
Clay kept fucking her, his bare knees digging painfully into the ground as his pants and shorts were wound about his lower legs. He reached underneath Amy and filled his hands with the pliant cheeks of her ass. He twisted her soft butt voluptuously, causing her cunt to wiggle even more tightly around his stroking rod.
"Oooh... oooh... oooh!" she panted as she returned Clay's relentless fucking.
Kneeling straight up, as he was, he could watch her titties jiggle wildly. Her legs with their shining nylons and taut garter straps were draped across his thighs, flopping as he screwed her.
"Man, Took at that!" one lad on the" fence husked, and in his excitement he wasn't careful about keeping his voice down.
Clay turned his head and saw the boys.
"We're being watched," he told Amy.
She raised her head slightly and saw the boys, also. This gave her a new, intense burst of excitement, and she pumped her hips more wildly than ever.
She reached a second climax, squealing into the open air.
Clay fucked on and on, his head tossed back, his hair shaking loosely. His white teeth gleamed in the sun. His cock was like a mechanical piston that knew no limit of endurance. But his balls churned, drawn up tightly at the base of his shaft, and their pressure told him he was nearing an explosion.
He clutched Amy's ass even more fiercely, squeezing her rubbery buttocks. A middle finger raked her hot, crinkled asshole.
"Oooh!" she exclaimed harshly, and knew she could reach yet another climax if Clay would only...
"Stick it up my ass!" she demanded.
Clay twisted his finger brutally at the tight little hole, and the pucker yielded. Amy gasped as his finger forced its way up her butt. He kept stroking his prick all the while. With both his cock and his finger moving inside her, rubbing against each other through the thin membranes that separated her rectum and cunt, Amy derived a wild pleasure she had never known before.
Whooping with unbridled lust, she came for the third time in succession, and Clay pushed his cock deep into her swirling flesh-storm. His shaft jerked, the bulging head thrashing in her belly. Hot, thick fluid gushed from his deeply embedded cock, hosing the pit of her vagina.
"Ooooooh!" Amy cried, having reached a new height of ecstasy. She vibrated against Clay's straining form. His finger was far up her throbbing asshole, and his cock continued to twitch in her pussy.
When the tension finally eased from her, she opened her eyes. The small boys were no longer hanging over the top of the nearby fence.
Clay pulled his finger from Amy's asshole with a slight popping sound and let her relax in the dust as he slipped his softening prick out of her vagina. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped himself.
Amy felt so soiled that she feared a dozen baths wouldn't get her clean. She became very aware of her exposure, and sat up.
"Ooh, you've ripped my dress all to pieces," she told Clay. "And where are my panties?"
Clay pulled his clothes up and fastened them. He stepped over to where he had tossed Amy's pink panties and picked them up. He gave them a couple of shakes, to get the loose dust off them, and tossed them to the disheveled girl.
She got slowly to her feet, her titties shaking. Holding her skirt up, she tried to brush off her bottom. Clay helped her, slapping at the quivery, wobbling curves. She held her panties in front of her and stepped into them.
"I don't know how I'm going to cover my breasts," she complained as the attractive cones stuck out of her clothes.
"You can wear my jacket," Clay volunteered. He took it off and handed it to her.
She slid her arms into the bulky garment and drew it together across her front.
"I feel foolish," she said.
"You ought to," Clay replied, "making me chase you up an alley and screw you in the dirt! What some crazy women won't do for kicks!"
Amy just stared at him.
Was it true? she wondered. Had she just been looking for a thrill, knowing that Clay would behave as he had ?
She didn't trust herself any longer, but she was pretty sure of one thing: As appealing as young boys were, she had acquired a need for something they couldn't give her. Only a man like Clay could supply that.
As she walked with him back to his car, she felt chastened and satisfied.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Emerging from a warm tub the next evening, Amy stood in the dressing alcove which separated the bathroom from the main room of her tiny apartment. She opened a bureau drawer and took out a pair of filmy briefs.
She stepped into the white panties and drew them up. She looked at her breasts in the mirror and ran her hands over them, capping them lovingly. Her stiff nipples tingled as she squeezed them between her thumbs and fingers.
Very soon Richie would be sucking those nipples, she thought. Then he would do something he hadn't done, assuming Amy would be able to persuade him.
She had invited him to her apartment that evening, because she wanted them to have a bed to lie on. Screwing in the schoolroom wasn't altogether satisfactory, though it was exciting.
Amy combed her long dark hair and touched up her lipstick. She didn't put her glasses on. She could get along without them, except for distance vision.
The door buzzer sounded, and her heart leaped. She wondered whether she should put a robe on, then decided it wasn't necessary. She would stand behind the door as she opened it.
She made her way through the living room, which was crowded with the sofa-bed open. Her titties jiggled up and down as she proceeded to the door. She opened it.
"Come in, Richie," she said, smiling as she peeped around the door.
The lad entered her apartment and turned to face her. She swung the door closed.
Richie's blue eyes widened as he gazed at his pretty teacher in white panties and nothing else. Her tits stood provocatively erect, their nipples tilted upward.
"Wowwww," was all he said, drawing the word out appreciatively.
Amy turned and set the lock on the door. She didn't want Jack or Clay barging in. Richie stared at her beautiful ass in the flimsy white pants that showed off her lush curves and a shadow of the crack between them.
She faced the lad and smiled. "We've got all evening, Richie," she purred. "We're going to do many wonderful things!"
"I've been looking forward to it all day," the thirteen-year-old replied.
He shifted in embarrassment from one foot to the other. He was blushing. A hump already had risen at the front of his pants.
"First I'm going to undress you," Amy announced, and approached him.
She offered her mouth for a kiss as she began unbuttoning the lad's shirt. Their lips touched, clung, and parted. Amy's tongue entered the boy's mouth. She opened his shirt and stroked his hairless chest as their kiss continued. This was tender passion, as it was meant to be, Amy thought. What she experienced with Clay-and to some extent with Jack-was raw lust, but that had its place, too.
She slipped Richie's shirt off.
Kneeling in front of the lad, she unfastened his belt and opened the top of his pants. She let his pants down, admiring the erect mound in the front of his stretchy shorts. She bent forward and impulsively kissed the tip of his pecker through the cloth.
Richie jumped.
He was so responsive! That was one of the things Amy most adored about him.
She drew down his shorts, and his small but vigorously stiff prick bobbed springily. Bending, she slid his shorts all the way down his legs. She had to remove his shoes before she could get his underpants off. She took off his socks, also, then his briefs. He was nude.
"You're so beautiful, Richie!" she said as she smiled up at him and ran her hands along his flanks. "I adore every part of you."
Her hands glided to his flat belly, then worked downward at both sides of his upthrust little dick stroking the few hairs that had recently sprouted there. She cupped his small, soft nuts with one hand while she encircled his cock with the other. She tilted his pecker toward her mouth.
"Oooh, Mrs. Curtis!" he exclaimed as she began to lick the tip of his thrusting penis.
His cockhead was so pink and smooth. Its scent and taste were delicate. Amy pursed her soft lips around the very end of the lad's cock and slowly slid the encircling band forward until it skidded across the ridge of his corona. Her lips glided slickly along his shaft. His prick was rubbing her velvety tongue. She worked her mouth fishlike to the base of his organ. It felt wonderful to hold his entire cock in her mouth, sticking way back. She sucked, bathing the boy's prick in her saliva.
She began to bob her head back and forward, stroking his delightful penis with her o-shaped lips. She kneaded his miniature balls.
Letting his cock escape from her mouth and snap upright, she pressed her face against it and licked his virtually hairless nuts. All the while, the lad was looking down, enjoying with his eyes as well as his tactile nerves the marvelous caresses she gave him.
"Turn around, Richie," she said, her voice husky with passion.
She guided the lad as he obeyed, presenting his compact bottom to her. She began to kiss the firm, pale cheeks. Her wet tongue stroked all over one mound, then skidded across his crack and licked the other buttock. Unable to restrain herself, Amy pressed her mouth into his crack and licked his tart-tasting asshole.
Richie jumped.
Laughing, Amy got to her feet.
"Now we're going to lie down on the bed," she told the lad. "I'm going to teach you some new things. You want to learn, don't you, darling?"
"Sure!" Richie said.
He climbed onto the bed with his teacher.
At first they embraced, face to face. As they kissed, Richie fondled the teacher's tits. Gradually his hands moved lower and, of his own volition, he stroked the front of her panties, feeling her matted cunt-hairs through the sheer nylon. One of his hands slid around to her back, and he fondled her wobbly buttocks through the thin briefs.
Amy wanted to find out if he had become bold enough to pull down her panties of his own accord.
She quickly received her answer as his eager fingers hooked around the elastic at the top of her panties. At the same time, his mouth fastened around one of her nipples and began to suck. Amy's tit tingled in his warm,-moist kiss. She slid a hand down his belly and lightly stroked his cock.
Richie switched his mouth to her other titty and sucked it. He had pulled her panties off her ass by that time, and he slid his hand onto her shivery, satin-smooth buns.
Amy writhed, as aroused as if she were with a fully grown man-more aroused, in a way, because Richie was so gentle and almost innocent. But there were times when only a grown man would suffice, she admitted to herself wryly. This was becoming more and more clear to her as time went on.
Amy bicycled her legs so that Richie could pull her panties off. He tossed them aside.
"Now this is what we're going to do," she said, twisting about so that her head was next to his loins. "I'm going to lie on my back, and you're going to crouch over my head."
"I... I don't understand," the youth said.
"I'll show you," Amy replied, and stretched out. She took hold of his legs to help guide him. "Just swing one knee over me. Put it next to my cheek."
Richie did so. "Gosh, Mrs. Curtis, this is funny!" he said.
But he wasn't laughing.
"Now I'm going to tilt your sweet pecker down to my mouth, and I'm going to suck it. While I do that, I want you to put your darling face between my legs."
"Huh?" Richie said, turning his head to look questioningly at her.
"Just put your face between my legs," she repeated. "You'll like it, Richie, once you get down there. I want you to kiss me the way I'm going to kiss you."
"Kiss your... your...?" Richie seemed reluctant to say the word.
"My pussy," Amy said. "Lick it the way I'm going to lick your cock. Then let your tongue sort of work its way inside. You'll know what to do, Richie, as soon as you get started."
She tilted his prick down, and opened her mouth. Her rosy, moist tongue came out. She began to lick the pink, smooth head of Richie's pecker.
He trembled with excitement. But as he bent toward her crotch, which was wide open with her thighs spread and tilted up, he hesitated.
"What's the matter, Richie?" she purred, her lips brushing his shaft.
"I... I don't know, Mrs. Curtis. I don't think I can do it."
"You don't want to kiss my pussy? It's nice and clean, darling. I just bathed."
The lad continued to stall.
"Go ahead, Richie," Amy said with a touch of irritation. "Just put your face down there. It isn't bad, really. Men like it."
"They do?" the callow youth replied, again turning his head to look at Amy. "They really kiss your cunt?"
"Yes, they do, Richie. Now you show me you're as much a man as any of them."
"Gosh, Mrs. Curtis, do I have to?"
Amy was pissed off. She wasn't about to argue with Richie while their desire cooled and resentment rose between them. But she wasn't going to forgo the great thrill of having him kiss her pussy, either.
There was only one thing for a woman to do at such a time, she decided, and that was to take matters into her own hands.
"Get off!" she told Richie, and pushed as he dismounted from her. "Now lie on your back."
The lad did so, apparently having no inkling of what she intended. When he was stretched out, Amy mounted him, facing his feet. She remained up on her knees for a time as she bent and licked the tip of the boy's upthrust penis. He squirmed with pleasure.
Suddenly Amy backed up and sat on the lad's face-right down on it, forcing his nose between her buttocks and smacking her moist pussy against his mouth. He made a muffled sound of protest, but Amy paid no heed. She resumed making love to his penis, this time with her whole mouth as she pumped her head up and down, gliding the soft circle of her lips the entire length of his shaft.
The wonderful sensations imparted by her stroking lips made him wildly excited, despite the suffocating pressure of her pussy against his mouth and her surprisingly sweet-smelling ass against his nose. The lad's lips were moving on her soft, wiggly cunt-lips. At first he was trying to say something, then trying to get his breath... finally he was kissing her. He began using his tongue.
Amy eased up a little, lifting her buttocks so that he could breathe more freely. But she kept her thrilled pussy against his face.
Richie kept kissing it.
As Amy took long, lip-gliding sucks at his stuck-up prick, he was working his tongue in the wiggly, glazed folds of her honey-hole. Unknowingly he stroked her clitoris, giving her wild excitement. She shifted slightly, and his tongue skidded right up her spastically contracting cunt. Her vaginal muscles grasped the slippery invader, clutching it as she ground her hips voluptuously. She kept bobbing her head on his blissfully throbbing dick.
The youth wasn't able to withstand such extreme stimulation for long. But happily Amy didn't care, because she was already climaxing. Her split white ass shook in front of Richie's face, and her spasming cunt threatened to pull his tongue out by its roots as she sucked his cock fiercely.
"Uuuhhhng!" the youth said against her dribbling pussy which had his tongue trapped inside it. His balls shot.
Amy felt the semen spurting through the tube of his prick, which quivered between her lips. His glans puffed against her tongue, twitching. Then he was flooding her mouth with his bland-tasting, musky-scented cream, and she eagerly gobbled it down.
Her orgasm blossomed. Clutching Richie's legs, she shook against him, gnawing at his spurting prick. She made sounds which his meat muffled, and they came out: "Ghaahg... ghahngh... ghagggle."
She gulped as she sucked every drop from his adolescent cock, then collapsed forward, letting his wet prick whip free. Her cunt relinquished his tongue, and he panted. Amy dug her face deep into his crotch, her hair streaming over his thighs, and she kissed his asshole as they enjoyed a final flurry of orgasmic spasms.
She rolled off him and turned around.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" she purred, bringing her head up next to his.
"Golly, no!" Richie said.
"Then don't fight with teacher next time."
She kissed him on the lips, trading traces of his cum for some of the pussy-juice which had remained in his mouth. They snuggled warmly together.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was much later, and Richie was atop her, grinding his small prick slowly in her lazily revolving cunt. This was their second fucking after their dual oral come, and the lad had sufficient resistance by that time to move slowly, as Amy had taught him, and to last all night if need be.
Though she'd had more than a night's quota of thrills already, she was reluctant to give the lad up and let him go home. She had become greedy in her attachment to him.
"Suck my titties," she purred, arching her back and shoving the shapely mounds up.
Richie grasped one and bent his head, tickling her nipple with his lips. He kept grinding his cock in her hole. He pulled her nipple into his mouth and nursed at it as if he were an infant.
Amy shifted her shoulders, taking that titty away from him and smearing the other nippled crest between his lips. Richie fastened onto the fresh nipple.
Amy rubbed her hands up and down his back and around his firm buttocks. She kept varying the motions of her hips, seeking all the time for new thrills. She would grind her hips sensuously, pump them up and down in smooth rhythm, snap them, then circle them jerkily, this way and that.
Richie rode her relentlessly. His young balls weren't yet prepared to deliver again, though his cock was perfectly stiff.
"What time is it?" he finally asked.
"Oh shit, I don't know," Amy drawled. "What difference does it make?"
"Well, my dad might be calling if I don't come home soon," Richie said, fucking away.
Amy stopped moving her hips. "Calling?" she echoed tensely. "B-but he doesn't know where you are, does he?"
"Sure. I told him. First I just said I was going to see you, but he wanted the address and phone number, so I gave 'em to him."
"Oh, you stupid child!" Amy exclaimed. "Hurry up and fuck me fast! We've got to get finished!"
Richie seemed to realize by that time that he had pulled a boo-boo, and he put his hips into high gear, driving into Amy briskly. It felt to him as if he had a long way to go, however, before he would be able to reach a climax.
Amy wasn't close to an orgasm, either, but she thought she knew what would speed her up.
"Talk dirty to me, Richie," she said. "Use all the filthy words you know. Tell me what you're doing and how you're doing it. Go ahead!"
"Gosh, Mrs. Curtis, I'm just fucking you that's all!"
Amy throbbed. "With what, Richie? With what?"
"With my cock," the lad said. "I'm sticking my cock into your pussy."
"Oooh, yes!" Amy was grooving. "Tell me how!"
"I'm working my stiff cock up and down in your hole. Is that what you want me to say?"
"Yes! Yes! Keep talking!" Amy was frenziedly driving her hot, wet cunt against the lad's impaling prick.
"I'm... fucking my dick... in and out of you! Your cunt's so warm and it... feels so great! Oooh wow, I love your cunt, Mrs. Curtis!"
"And I love your... hard little prick!" she told the young lad. "Fuck me until I can't see straight! Tell me you will, Richie!"
He was getting with it now. He said, "I'm going to... keep sticking my prick... up and down in your pussy... until my balls shoot! I want to shoot... my stuff into you, Mrs. Curtis!
Oooh, shit, I love it!"
"And I love you... you teacher-fucking little... bastard!" Amy cried. "SCREW me! Frig me! Oooh, fuck the SHIT out of me, Richie!"
"Yeeeaaah!" the lad growled, and he jerked, spewing his cream into Amy.
This tripped her switch, and her hips bobbed jerkily as warmth enveloped her. She had what she needed. It had been a most splendid night.
Amy panted and clutched Richie against her. Both their bodies were filmed with sweat.
"Now you've got to get up and get dressed fast," Amy said. "You've got to get out of here!"
Richie had no sooner crawled off her, before Amy leaped to her feet. Her head was still spinning, but she managed to find her panties on the floor where Richie had tossed them. She pulled them on, unmindful of the fact that her pussy was leaking the double dose of cum which he had spurted into her.
The lad, tousled-headed and a bit bleary, was pulling his clothes on.
"Now you're not to tell your father a thing, understand," Amy cautioned. "If he asked why you were here so long, just say we had a lot of lessons to look over. Tell him I'm trying to make sure you get an A in English."
Richie grinned. "Am I going to get an A, Mrs. Curtis?"
"Ooh, an A-plus, you darling! And you won't have to turn in another paper for the whole fucking year!"
Amy combed Richie's hair, gave him a wet kiss, and quickly sent him on his way. Finally she could relax. As long as Richie's father didn't catch him in her apartment, with the bed down and all, the old man couldn't prove there was anything wrong-provided Richie kept his mouth shut.
Amy went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up. Then she put on her nightie and was ready to go to bed.
She settled down and snapped off the bedside lamp.
Brrrrrrrrr!
The sound of the door buzzer caused her to sit bolt erect. She trembled.
The buzzer sounded again.
"Wh-who is it?" Amy called tremulously.
"Arnold Prine!" a deep voice came through the door. "I want to see you!"
Amy leaped out of bed. She stood quivering in the darkness.
"But it's... it's late, Mr. Prine!" she called. "I've... already retired. Can't we talk tomorrow?"
"Are you going to open this goddamned door or am I going to knock it down?" the obviously irate man demanded.
Amy shook more violently than ever. Prine obviously suspected something, she realized. Perhaps Richie had broken down and told him what had happened. Oh God, Amy thought, he would have the police on her!
"J-just a minute!" she said, deciding she would have to let him in.
She fumbled to turn on the light. Then, looking down at her frilly, peach-colored nightgown, she realized she would have to find a robe. She ran into the dressing alcove, her buttocks wiggling in the sheer nightie. The lacy hem of the garment fluttered about her shapely thighs. She snatched a robe and wrapped it about her.
"I-I'm coming!" she said, pushing at her disheveled hair as she hurried to the door.
She opened the door to confront a burly, broad-shouldered man in his middle thirties. His hair was light like his son's, and they both had blue eyes, but there the similarity ended. Whereas Richie was gentle and courteous, his father obviously was tough.
"What is it, Mr. Prine?" Amy asked, trying her best to act innocent. "I sent Richie home a long time ago."
"The hell you did! I just met him on the way. And from the looks of the kid, you gave him a mighty rough time! You two weren't doing school work, were you?"
"Why, of course we were! Whatever makes you think...."
Arnold Prine pushed the door fully open, nearly knocking Amy off her feet as he barged into the apartment. She closed the door and pressed her back against it. Her robe slipped, exposing a bit of transparent nightie at her chest.
"No teacher keeps a kid in her apartment for three or four hours in the evening doing school work, then has her bed down and a nightgown on just five minutes later!" Arnold thundered.
"It's been more than five minutes," Amy said, then realized it was no use trying to convince him. He had just seen Richie.
Amy also noted that the man's eyes were probing at the gauzy nightgown which was visible between the edges of her robe. Daringly she unbelted the outer garment and let it fall open. The man stared at Amy's tits through the sheer nightie. His gaze swept down to her pubic fluff, also visible. "You're mighty damned good-looking for a teacher!"
"Why, thank you," Amy said, and she blushed. She was tense from a mixture of fear and something else: She was getting aroused again.
I need to be punished, she thought, for doing what I did with Richie. Oh, make this man punish me! Make him punish me good!
Her manner swiftly changed, the old haughtiness reappearing. She belted her robe. "You have no right stomping in here making filthy accusations!" she said. "I'm a decent woman!"
Arnold grinned. "Oh, baby, you're too much! I've got to give Richie credit. Young as he is, he knows how to pick 'em."
As Arnold reached for her, Amy tried to get away. But her evasive movement was ineffective, as she knew it would be. The husky man grasped her and whirled her around, pushing her down onto the bed.
Amy's legs flew up as she fell on her back. Her robe split, and her nightie flipped up to her waist. Arnold stared at her luscious, hair-lined cunt which was rosy and wet.
"I'm gonna teach you not to screw around with schoolboys," he said, yanking open his belt.
Amy stared as he shoved his pants and shorts down. His cock was like a baloney, curving forward and down in front of a pair of large, heavy balls. He was circumcised, and his glans was the size of a small fist. It would just stuff her mouth when it was expanded, Amy thought.
"D-don't you dare touch me!" she said, panting.
"Go on. Just keep babbling like that." Arnold knelt on the bed. "Let's get that robe open all the way so I can see your tits."
He grasped the edges of the garment and pulled them wide apart. Amy's breasts stood up firmly under her gauzy nightgown. Her brown nipples were very stiff.
Arnold yanked down the elasticized neckline of her nightie, baring her pretty boobs.
"Oooooh, doooooon't!" Amy moaned, writhing. But she was putting up no effective defense, and her manner made it clear that she was as eager to receive what he intended to give her as he was to deliver it.
He pawed her tits to and fro, grasped a nipple and twisted.
"Oooh!" Amy said.
Arnold slid his hand down her front and raked through her pussy hairs. His cock was inching up and outward.
How huge! Amy thought. Oh, he's hung even better than Clay! That's the biggest, most ferocious cock I've ever seen!
Arnold drove his hand down between her thighs, his palm pressing her pussy. She was very warm there, and her cunt-lips were damp. Arnold could feel them puffing against his hand. He wiggled his middle finger into her cozy, soft nest and stuck it all the way up in her slippery hole. He circled it, reaming her pussy.
"Ooh, no! Oooooh! Pleeeeease!" Amy babbled.
"You want it, don't you?" the man said. "You want my cock!"
"Nooooh!"
Arnold swung astride the supine teacher, straddling her chest. His prick stuck urgently out and upward, wrist-thick and half an arm long.
Amy could no longer maintain a pretense that she didn't desire that magnificent organ. In fact, she couldn't keep her hand off it.
As her cool, soft fingers encircled the shank of Arnold's cock, he smiled. Amy raised her head from the mattress. Her pink lips parted, and her moist tongue appeared.
Arnold cradled her head in his hands as she began licking the huge rosy head of his prick. He wasn't angry with her any more.
"Uuuhnng... aawwgh... it's good!" Amy said, speaking against his bulbous cockhead as she gnawed at it with her lips and lightly scraped it with her teeth. "I never saw such a huge one!"
"Take it in your mouth," the man begged.
Amy happily complied, opening her pink lips as wide as they would go in order to permit him to shove his prickhead between them. He thrilled as his cock flattened her tongue, filling her mouth chock-full. Amy tightened her lips in the groove behind his corona, and he soaked in her wonderful wet warmth.
She began sucking him, running her fingers lovingly up and down his thick shaft, making pleasurable little sounds which were suppressed in her throat. She cupped the man's enormous balls and gently massaged them.
He stroked his cock between her lips, rubbing her tongue with it and driving his glans to the back of her throat.
Amy hunched forward and back, her lips softly slurping as she went, "Aaawgh... aaawgh... aaawgh...."
Arnold pulled his prick out of her mouth, and the gleaming wet shaft flipped upward. He scrambled farther forward, kneeling astride Amy's neck. She pulled his hairy nuts to her moist lips and kissed them all over. She caught one huge egg in her mouth and sucked on it. She let it pop out and sucked on the other.
Arnold moved backward a bit as she began anxiously fluttering her tongue along his shaft. She pulled his prick down and wrapped her warm mouth around its big knob. She champed on the bulbous mass, licking and sucking.
As Arnold supported her head with his hands, gazing down, feeling the magnificent sensations her mouth was imparting, he decided that his son's sexual involvement with this pretty teacher was the most fortunate thing that had ever happened as far as he was concerned. She was the most exciting creature who had ever come into his life.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said, and took his huge lollipop away from her.
"Yessss!" Amy hissed. She writhed expectantly, drawing her knees up and spreading them wide apart as Arnold climbed into position.
Her beautiful, wet, rosy cunt was wide open, her black hair ringing it erotically.
Arnold grasped his cock and shoved it into her.
"OOOOOOH!" Amy exclaimed, for she had never gotten such a big one. It seemed to be jamming right up to her lungs.
Arnold twisted his bulb-headed monster inside her. Then he began to pull and thrust. His massive glans rippled her cunt-walls delightfully, expanding them in rolling waves as he stroked. His iron-hard shaft pressed her clit, stropping it as it had never been stropped before.
"Oooh, I LOVE it!" Amy cried, writhing, her feet stuck up in the air. "Wow, but it's big!"
"Too big for you?" Arnold asked as he fucked her in long steady strokes.
"Ooh, no! It's heaven!"
Arnold fell fully forward atop her and made the bed shake as he screwed her intensely. Amy's pussy had accommodated itself to his huge prick by that time, and she drove her hips against him. She crossed her legs over his back. She wrapped her arms around his husky torso.
She had never before felt so completely dominated and possessed by a man. It was wonderful!
Amy returned Arnold's cunt-stuffing plunges with a passion which knew no bounds. She moaned and writhed, grinding her wet, clasping flesh around his massive piston. When she felt herself approaching a climax, she drove her hips up and down as rapidly as she could, and the man matched her eager fucking with his own horny thrusts. He rammed her like she had never been rammed before, and if she hadn't been pumping her pussy up at him, he might have driven her ass right through the mattress.
Amy squealed. Her cunt grabbed at his stroking cock in orgasmic spasms.
He growled and plowed deeply into her, letting his phallus jerk and spew forth its warm, thick cream. Amy's climax expanded until she was shaking from shoulders to heels. Her hot cunt kept grabbing at the huge, twitching prick which was stuffed up inside it. Her brain reeled blissfully.
"My God, I've never had it like that!" Arnold said later, as he sprawled out beside her.
Amy was snuggling against him, fondling his moist cock and balls. Though his prick was soft, it remained large and meaty.
"Even when I was married," Arnold went on, "the fucking was never so good."
"When you were married?" Amy asked, raising her head to look at him. "You're not married now?"
"No. My wife was killed in a car crash three years ago. I've been raising Richie on my own. I've tried to do a good job bringing up the kid. That was why I came storming over here tonight. I was going to give you hell for corrupting him."
"And now?" Amy asked, nibbling at Arnold's ear.
"I feel altogether different about you," he admitted. He turned his head and looked at her. "Do you really dig kids better than men?"
"I thought I did at one time. But not any more. I guess I like you and Richie about the same-but in different ways. Can you understand that?"
"Maybe."
"Do you suppose it would be possible," Amy asked slowly, "for both you and your son to like me?"
"Well, Richie sure likes you. I could tell that. He tried to keep me from coming over here. And, baby, I'm crazy about you!"
"Are you really?" Amy asked, her eyes dancing.
"Yeah! I've only known you for a few minutes, but I'm almost tempted to ask you to marry me. Hey, you are divorced, aren't you?"
"Yes," Amy said excitedly.
She had vowed never to marry again, but she was prepared to abandon that resolution. She was a different person from the one who had said goodbye to Don. She knew a lot more about life, and about herself.
"I guess you'd think I was crazy if I asked you to marry me tonight," Arnold said.
"Oh? Try me."
Arnold's eyes widened, and he grinned. "Then you will?"
"Yes!"
"Ooh, baby!" Arnold murmured and drew Amy snugly against him. He kissed her warmly on the mouth.
"Just don't be too gentle with me," Amy warned as he released her. "Yeah?"
"I like a man who really takes charge," Amy said, "one who does what he wants to do all the time and makes me like it. There's just one thing --I'd want to make love to Richie, too. I'd be very grateful for that kind of arrangement. You just don't know how grateful I could be, every day and every night."
To give him a sample of what she meant, Amy slid toward the foot of the bed until her head was next to his large, meaty prick. The organ was coated with her cum and his and gave off a strong, musky odor of sex. Amy leaned close and began licking the luscious cock.
Arnold sighed heavily. He caressed Amy's head. Her dancing tongue worked all over his prick, around the head and up and down the stem. The thing twitched, began stiffening, and in moments was sticking right up, waving to and fro as Amy loved it.
She capped her warm mouth over its bulging crown and sucked.
"Ooh, we're gonna have one hell of a marriage!" Arnold said as she pumped her mouth up and down on his cock.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Amy, her new husband, and her new stepson were in bed. She lay on her side, holding young Richie's delightful little cock in her mouth while Arnold sprawled between her legs, licking her pussy.
For Amy, it was a dream come true. Father and son didn't seem exactly unhappy, either. The lad stroked his stiff pecker between Amy's lips without fear of punishment. His father seemed to derive pleasure from watching that as he sighted up along Amy's belly, circling his tongue in her soft, warm honey-pot.
Amy thrilled at both ends. What could be better?
Arnold soon gave her the answer to that unexpressed question as he took advantage of the promise which she had made him-that he could do what he wanted with her at all times. His licking tongue slathered backward between her soft buttocks and stroked her enticing asshole. He drooled saliva into that little nest of puckers, then worked his tongue-tip inside. He circled his tongue, relaxing Amy's anal ring.
He turned her onto her tummy, but she didn't mind, because she could continue to suck Richie's cock. She let Arnold boost her hips up, drawing her knees forward to support herself. He pushed her knees-well apart.
He gazed with pleasurable anticipation at the plump white cheeks of her ass which were split apart, revealing the pinkish dimple secreted between them. He grasped his cock and swabbed its spongy head up and down Amy's ass-crack.
She moaned and writhed as she felt his cock tickle her asshole. When he positioned his tool for the thrust, she gently pressed backward, grinding her hips. Arnold twisted his hips in the opposite direction as he drove forward. His prick popped into her butt, the massive head being swallowed by Amy's elastic anus, and he sank his entire lengthy shaft into her hot, tight rectum.
Arnold breathed heavily, enjoying himself intensely as he stroked his long prick in and out of his bride's clasping asshole. She moaned against his son's cock, which she held in her mouth, and pressed her bottom backward against Arnold's thrusts.
Richie watched his dad buggering mama, and he stroked his cock faster between her warmly sucking lips.
Amy was thrilled to possess both her men at the same time. Though the thrusting of Arnold's super-sized prick in her asshole burned and seemed to stretch her anal ring to the breaking point as it jammed her bowels, she enjoyed the discomfort. It made Richie's lovely little cock taste and feel all the better in her mouth. It made loving him seem so right. Richie was reassured by his father's presence and by the way he ground his very large prick in mama's ass, stroking it in and out, while she licked and sucked on Richie's own cock which throbbed delightedly.
Arnold watched the pleasure which Amy was giving to his son, and this heartened him, while he also had an opportunity to appreciate her extreme voluptuousness. How many women could have so thoroughly enjoyed themselves, being ass-fucked and mouth-fucked at the same time?
Arnold drove his long shaft straight in and out of Amy's upturned ass. He watched the pink encircling skin of her anus turn outward with each withdrawal of his prick, then turn inward each time he plunged his cock up her asshole. He felt the heat of her bowels. Her anus was by far the tightest hole he had ever penetrated, and it remained tight as he stroked in and out of it. His belly slapped his wife's bouncy buns.
Amy was driving her mouth forward and back on Richie's thrusting cock, which was hardly more than half the size of his father's gigantic tool. The passionate woman was able to envelope the entire organ each time she glided her encircling lips forward. Richie's glans throbbed in her tight throat. His shaft quivered between her soft, elastic lips. His young balls bumped her chin.
Amy writhed from hips to head. Her ass and head moved independently of each other, bumping and grinding against the pricks which came at her at opposite ends.
Arnold began to accelerate the rhythm of his deep-reaching penetrations of her rear. He was pumping his stiff prick into her for dear life by that time.
Richie, excited by his father's evident lust, stroked his hard cock faster between Amy's lips.
Amy herself was caught up in the surge toward completion. She had been experiencing little orgasms all along, but now she was about to reach the pinnacle of throbbing, heat-bursting delight.
She sucked avidly on Richie's cock.
She twisted her asshole wantonly around his father's plunging prick. He loved her hot ass, which he was proving by the vigor with which he rammed into it.
He slapped her flanks as he ass-fucked her.
Richie drove his pecker at blinding speed between her soft, encircling lips.
Amy moaned against the lad's thrusting cock. She pushed her ass backward, straining against his father's brutally impaling prick.
Arnold came, spurting into her rectum. His gushing cream thrilled her there as his great cockhead thrashed in her bowels.
Richie gasped and shot into her mouth, spraying the back of her throat. His cum bubbled forward on her tongue, seeping out from between her lips and his twitching shaft. It formed a white foam around her mouth.
Amy throbbed at the breathless peak of the best orgasm she had ever known. Her asshole rippled around Arnold's cock. Her lips contracted spastically around his son's spurting pecker. Her belly undulated. Even her pussy, which hadn't been touched, quaked and showered down a rain of warm, viscous fluid which dampened the bed.
Finally she collapsed against the moist sheet. Richie's soft cock oozed out from between her lips. Her asshole popped as Arnold pulled his meaty prick from it.
Amy had never been so thoroughly and thrillingly fucked.
The two men in her life couldn't have been happier.
"You know something," Amy said as she hugged both Arnold and Richie, "we must be the luckiest three people in the world!"
"You can say that again!" replied Arnold, and kissed her.
"Gosh!" was all Richie could say, and he snuggled down to suck his new mama's tit.
