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(INGER.STY)
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INGER
By Friar Dave
Friar_Dave@mhbbs.com
PART FOUR
So she told me how her ex-husband had been insensitive and
unimaginative as a lover, how he'd considered sodomy perverse and
really didn't care to have her sucking him to orgasm -- "A waste,"
he'd called it. And she told me how she'd been teaching in a somewhat
exclusive school in Westchester and took to giving music lessons --
she played the piano -- to some private students. And one rather warm
day in June, she'd invited several of the students over for an
impromptu pool party to celebrate the end of the semester.
"Oh, Roger, after three years of my husband's constant grumbling and
crudity and, well, everything, it just turned me on enormously to see
how those dear boys reacted to seeing me in a really modest two-piece
suit."
"I can imagine."
"And when a sudden shower struck, and we dashed inside, they all had
these darling bulges in their swimsuits, because of me, and -- well,
one thing led to another. I had to have them -- all of them. Right
then and there." Her tone changed and became urgent. "You must think
I'm a terrible slut."
"Oh, I don't know. I think I can understand the urges. What did you do
with them?"
"Do you really want all the details?"
"If you feel it's necessary. It might even turn me on -- and what
would you think of me?"
"I'd be happy...that it didn't turn you off."
So she told me. How she'd sucked them all off. How she'd let the
smaller boys have her vagina and then let one boy -- who she described
as quite large -- have her ass while she sucked the others off again.
How she'd reveled in it and had nearly constant orgasms.
By the time she reached the end, my penis was rigidly quivering under
her hand, which was stroking it steadily. It was turning me on to
imagine the scene.
"As you can imagine, the word got around town fairly quickly, and
inevitably, my husband heard about it. No name was given, but he
figured it out easily enough."
"I think I can understand that," I told her. "Most men don't like
being cuckolds -- me included."
"It was quite a scene. I made no effort to contest the divorce. I
resigned from the school with the understanding that the entire
incident would be unreported. And I came to work here, in the city."
I kissed the top of her head. "Where lucky me got to meet you."
"So, Roger...tell me...?"
I thought for a few moments. Then: "If ever I were in the position
your husband was, I would certainly be most incensed. But I understand
how those urges accumulated and finally expressed themselves. And that
incident, in your past, is also in the past for me."
"Such a situation could never arise with you, Roger -- because you
appreciate my sexuality and sensuality."
I smiled. "And hearing about it has made me terribly horny."
She stopped stroking me long enough to fling her arms around me, half-
sobbing, and after a few minutes, that turned into some rather
passionate kissing. I carried her to her tiny bedroom and began making
love to her.
Later that night, after we'd eaten, she took me into her vagina for
the first time. True to my word, I was very gentle with her -- it took
almost 10 minutes to get just the tip in -- and true to her word, she
was phenomenally tight. When, after 20 minutes, she'd finally
taken me to her limit (leaving a good quarter of my cock outside of
her), we began to move. She was copiously lubricated, but the fit was
still so tight that I couldn't really stroke in and out of her; my
cock could only move back and forth within its skin. With her fingers
on her clitoris and my mouth fastened to one of her nipples, she began
to cum quite powerfully, and her pussy contracted excruciatingly on
me. When I began to cum, at first her vaginal grip was so tight that
the semen didn't properly ejaculate. At last it began spit from my
knob, though, and my voice joined hers in guttural moans of pleasure.
What made it even better, of course, was the knowledge that for her,
this was a special thing to do with me -- to take me in that
unnaturally small pussy. It was her gift to me, and it somehow sealed
a bond between us.
Bill's Back:
I waited about 20 minutes in the living room while Inger graded the
test she'd given me. Finally she called me to my room.
When I walked in, she was on my bed, naked, on her back. I smiled. I'd
studied hard, and now I was going to get my reward. I started to
unbuckle my pants but Inger shook her head.
"Sit down over there." She'd moved my chair to the foot of the bed.
"But -- I thought -- "
She shook her head again. "Ten questions, five wrong answers. You know
the deal."
I groaned. Five right got me nothing. Six right got a handjob, seven
got a blowjob, eight got a fucking and nine got her ass. Ten got me
whatever I liked for as long as I could do it.
"But why are you -- you know?"
"I want you to sit there and see what you're missing." And with that,
she began to touch herself all over. When she began to rub her
clitoris and moan and writhe, I felt my briefs getting damp. And when
she stuck a finger inside her pussy and began fucking it in and out --
it made a squishy noise -- and pinching her nipples and finally began
to arch and shake on the bed, I came in my pants. And stayed hard.
When she got her breath back, Inger told me it was meant to "motivate"
me to study harder. I considered it simple torture.
I've got to cut this short now and study algebra.
Roger Speaks:
Bill seems to have been possessed by an algebra bug. I've never seen
the kid study so intensely. He even passed up watching a new episode
of Tek Wars. I asked him about it, and all he'd tell me was that Inger
was showing him the ropes, demonstrating just how algebra could be
used, and he was determined to ace it. Hey, good for him!
I keep thinking about Bernice and where this is going to go. We really
have a very basic chemistry at work here, and I like it. She was
singing in the shower the other day, and I remarked on her lovely
voice. She told me that as a girl, she'd briefly dreamed of opera. I
called a pal with connections. Bernice is in for a treat: "Butterfly"
at the Met, a box. Inger assures me there's no problem in covering
Saturday night.
Bill:
I love fucking. I just love it!
Eight right! Inger smiled when she told me my score and said she was
really glad I'd gotten the hang of factoring polynomials, because she
was very horny.
If she thought *she* was horny, she hadn't seen anything yet. Feeling
her pussy on my dick made me cum as soon as I got into her, but I
stayed hard and kept on going. Inger start moaning and kissing me all
over my face and neck, and when her pussy started squeezing on my
prick, I came again -- and stayed hard. She was so wet, I don't think
she could feel my cum in her. And she kept whining, "More! Harder!
Yes!" and kept cumming. Then she turned over and bounced up and down
on my cock, pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit all the time. I
lasted about 15 minutes after that, and when I did cum, I finally
got limp.
Roger:
Ye gods, what a night!
The opera was excellent, but Bernice was magnificent. She wore a blue
velvet evening dress with a deep decolletage and a slit up one leg.
The velvet clung to her like a second skin. She wore a simple faux
pearl necklace and matching earrings. She took my breath away -- and
the more so for knowing she was completely bare beneath it. After
checking our coats and making our way to the box -- with the eyes of
most of the men and several women on her -- just as the lights began
to dim before the overture, she leaned close and told me there was
nothing under the fabric but Bernice. I was hard for the entire
performance. During intermission, she was photographed repeatedly by
several society reporters, including W and the New York Times. When
she identified herself to the W reporter as a public school teacher,
he seemed shocked. We enjoyed that.
We had dinner later at the Rainbow Room, where I thought one of the
waiters and couple of busboys were barely restraining themselves from
grabbing her. When we danced, she whispered exactly what she wanted us
to do when we returned to her apartment. I couldn't get up from the
table after that.
Back at her place, I had her stripped less than a minute after we
locked the door. And then we did everything she'd said she'd wanted. I
think my favorite -- out of many -- was when she pushed a small dildo
into her little pussy, sat a rather enormous one up her butt, strapped
on a little garter-type vibrator called Joni's Butterfly and then, as
she orgasmed wildly, sucked me off.
I hadn't known Bernice had adult toys.
Anyhow, this morning brought another moment of serendipity. Just as I
was leaving to go home, she handed me a small, leather key case. "My
door is always open to you, Roger."
That was when I gave her the apartment keys I'd had made for her.
Bill Speaks:
Shit shit shit shit shit.
I can't believe this. Well, timing is everything, as Dad likes to say.
I have been studying till my eyes water. I've got advanced trig down
cold, and I'm well into elementary calculus -- and digging it. In fact,
I'm sure I'm going to ace Inger's next exam. Which was supposed to be
on Thursday, when Dad has to head off to Boston for some seminar and
dinner.
The only problem is that Thursday is the night Ian is staying over
because his folks are going to a Bar Mitzvah for Ian's dad's boss's
kid. Usually, Ian and I have a lot of fun staying over, but it won't
be the kind of fun I was counting on.
Shit shit shit!
Roger's Turn:
I don't know what's bothering Bill. He seems a bit tense. Maybe he's
been studying too much. I told him he should give himself a night off
Thursday and just enjoy having Ian over, and he didn't even say
anything. Oh, well, I'm sure Ian will cheer him up.
I told Bernice that I'd call her Thursday night from Boston. Our
nightly calls have become rather intense. It's all I can do not to
jerk off when she tells me what she's doing to herself and when I hear
her cumming.
I'm not looking forward to this seminar and dinner. My boss insists
that I attend and graciously accept the award, because it's a feather
in his cap. For me, it's a boring exercise in drilling the expense
account.
Frankly, I'd rather be home, spending the evening with the boys. Or
better yet -- with Bernice!
Bill's Back:
I do not fucking believe what happened last night. Not a bit.
Hoooollllleee shit!
Inger was waiting for me, as usual, after school. But she was
acting...I don't know: Strange. Like she couldn't sit still. I was in
a terrible mood, and she knew why. And teased me about it.
When Ian came by with his overnight bag and a couple of tapes, I
managed to get my mind off Inger and what we wouldn't be doing. And
when I booted up the computer, I really got into Starfleet Battle with
him (he won).
But then, after dinner, Inger asked me if I was going to study. I told
her I was sure I could ace any test she gave me.
Her eyes got real big. "Ooohhh -- that would be so nice!"
I could have punched Ian at that moment. "Test?" he said.
"Yeah," I kind of growled.
"You're kidding me. She gives you tests?"
"It's the only way to measure his scoring," Inger said, smiling, and I
knew she meant it both ways. "He's really getting some very good
scores -- but he's never aced a test."
"I would've tonight. A perfect 10."
"It's a tough test."
"I don't care. If it's just on what we've covered, I'd ace it. I
really have a big motivation."
"Let me see it," Ian said. "I'm good at algebra."
"Sure." Inger got the paper from her handbag and showed it to him.
Ian made a face and whistled. "What is this stuff?" he asked,
pointing.
I glanced at the paper. "It's a Riemann integral."
"What's it for?"
I glanced at the rest of the test. "This is a piece of cake. Watch." I
took the exam from him, got a piece of paper for a worksheet and a pen
from my room and sat at the dining table. It took me about 15 minutes
to finish. When I put my pencil down and thrust the exam at Inger, she
was smiling. Ian, on the other hand, looked bewildered.
"I can't believe the way you went through that."
Inger's eyes widened as she looked over my answers. Then she nodded.
"You know, Bill, you're right -- aced. Ten for 10, Perfect score."
"I knew it." I was really pissed.
"Well, we'll discuss it the next time I'm here. For now, why don't you
and your best friend just relax and enjoy yourselves?"
One of the videos Ian brought was NFL Bloopers. I don't remember
anything about Speed, because I was so pissed off, but by the time we
got through the bloopers, we were both laughing uncontrollably.
Anyhow, we had some cake and milk and then headed for the sack. As
usual, Ian got the pullout in the living room. Inger was going to use
Dad's bed. Which got me thinking again. After I showered and changed
and crawled into bed, I couldn't get to sleep. All I could think of
was what Inger and I should have been doing. Especially when I heard
the shower running again a half-hour after Ian washed up and thought
about Inger soaping herself up and touching herself.
I finally gave in, grabbed some Kleenix and started choking the
chicken, if you know what I mean.
That's when the door opened, very quietly. I froze.
Inger slipped into my room, closing the door quietly behind her.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered.
"I don't want you to think I'm welshing on our deal."
"But Ian -- "
"Ian's fast asleep. I checked." She was wearing a towel -- period.
"But if Dad calls, the phone -- "
She smiled. "Don't worry about it. We'll just have to be quiet." The
towel dropped. She pulled back the bedcovers and saw the Kleenex. "I'm
just in time," she whispered. She crawled on the bed, those beautiful
tits hanging down. Her nipples were really hard. She brought them up
to my face and lowered one into my mouth. "I've been wanting you to
ace a test for a long time, Bill. And I've been thinking about it all
day. My -- oh, yes! -- my motor has been running."
I carefully nibbled her nipple again and felt the bed shift as she
rotated her hips. She slowly pulled her breast away and smiled kind of
odd at me. "Now, what did you have in mind."
I couldn't believe this was happening. My mouth was dry. "I -- I want
to fuck you, then I want you to suck me, and then I want to cum in
your ass."
She closed her eyes and said, "Mmmmm -- sounds wonderful." Her eyes
opened. "Move over a little." I did and she laid down beside me, on
her back on the narrow bed. "Just what I thought you'd want -- and I
am sooooo wet just thinking about it! Get up here!"
I climbed over her. She had her knees up and open for me. She used her
hand to guide me into the heavenly little hole, and I began pumping
right away. I wasn't going to last very long, but I knew I'd be ready
again right away. What was odd was the way she tried to keep quiet,
biting her hand and grunting. She started to cum pretty fast, too.
That was all it took for me to unload. I stayed hard, though, and kept
fucking her.
After a few more minutes, I knew I was going to cum again soon. I
pulled out of her. My dick made a slurpy noise coming out of her.
Her eyes -- which had been closed -- opened and she smiled up at me.
"And now?" She licked her lips.
"Damn right," I said and kissed her, real fast -- the first time I'd
ever kissed her on the mouth. She seemed surprised. But after a few
seconds, she broke away.
"That was nice. Ready for the second course?"
I grinned and got off her. I stood next to the bed as she sat up and
pulled me toward her. Then she leaned forward and started sucking my
cock. Her tongue was so good! I wasn't going to last long this time,
either. Especially when she started playing with my balls with one
hand while the other hand was on my hip, so I wouldn't fuck into her
mouth too hard. I was maybe 10 seconds from cumming when I heard a
groan and opened my eyes and looked to the left.
It was Ian, and he was beating the meat like crazy.
"Shit!"
Inger's eyes opened, and she jerked away from me. "What -- "
"I thought you said he was asleep?"
"He was!"
I knew what had happened then. Horndog Ian had feigned sleep, probably
to get a look at Inger in the shower or changing clothes. And then
he'd followed her to my room.
"You better keep your mouth shut about this," I told him.
"Yes, please!" Inger gasped. She looked genuinely afraid.
And then Ian got this shit-eating grin. I knew what was coming.
"Only if I get some, too."
Inger's face went flat. "Bill, did you -- "
I shook my head. "A deal's a deal. I never told anyone."
She considered it. Inger had gotten to know me pretty well, so she
finally concluded that I was telling the truth.
"Okay," she said. "But you -- " She aimed that word at Ian like a gun.
" -- had better never ever tell anyone. I have friends who would love
to be a hero to me. Big friends. Macho jocks with their noses over by
their ears, if you know what I mean."
Ian looked puzzled -- not his hand stopped on his boner -- so I educated
him: "Thugs."
"Oh."
"I suppose you want a blowjob, too," Inger said. "So stop playing with
that thing. If I'm going to suck you off, I want all of it!" And she
smiled up at me, "I do like young cum."
"Uh-uh," Ian said, surprising us. "I want something I never done -- I
want to fuck."
That slowly penetrated. "Hey, wait a minute -- you mean you've gotten
sucked off?"
He nodded.
"Who?"
"A girl from school. You don't know her."
"You never told me about that!"
"You never told me about this!"
"Boys, boys, boys," Inger said. "Do you want to fight -- or fuck?"
I snorted and then half-laughed. Ian grinned and stared down at his
boner, like he'd just noticed it. "The votes are four to none in favor
of fucking."
"Come over here."
Ian approached, and Inger took his dick in her hand. "It's bigger than
I like them, so we're going to do it my way, understand?"
"What about me?"
She smiled at me. "I'll take care of both of you -- at once."
I kind of blinked as Inger stood and nodded at the throw rug on the
floor. "Ian, lay down there." I noticed that she did not take her hand
off his dick -- or mine -- bending with him as he laid back.
Then she straddled him. He brought his hand up to her tits, but she
shook her head. "No -- just lay there. You haven't been trained yet in
how sensitive a woman's breasts can be."
And with that, as Ian lowered his hand, Inger positioned his cock and
slowly pushed her cunt down on him. His face got all dreamy and hers
went slack as she slowly lowered herself all the way. She opened her
eyes and looked up at me. "I couldn't do that comfortably if you
hadn't greased the way."
"Any time," I answered. And then she took my cock in her mouth and
started sucking and jerking me again. At the same time, she started
moving her hips around on top of Ian. He groaned just as I did. Inger
urged me to move so I was standing with my feet on either side of
Ian's head. I don't think he noticed the view of my ass.
"Gonna cum!" he said. "Gonna cum!"
Inger began rolling her hips around faster and faster. I reached down,
carefully -- the way Inger had taught me -- and grabbed her nipples,
gently pulling them. She groaned around my cock and churned faster
over Ian.
Ian made a weird growling noise and pushed up at her -- and just then
I started to cum, too. Inger went as stiff as our dicks and her
nipples, swallowing my load and cumming on Ian's dick.
When my limp dick fell from Inger's slack lips, I saw Ian still
pounding up into her. For her part, Inger leaned forward, taking the
weight of her upper body on her hands, and fucked back at Ian as good
as she got. Like me, Ian had stayed hard after his first cum.
In fact, my dick hadn't gone completely soft, and watching Inger's
tits wobble under her was bringing it right back up. I walked around
behind them and looked between their legs. I could see Ian's big boner
pumping in and out between her cuntlips, which seemed really
stretched, and there was like a white froth around the base of his
prick. It looked like cream.
"Do it!" Inger gasped. "Do it, Bill!"
I was confused. "Do what?"
"Your -- Oh! -- your third course!"
Third course? Them I remembered. "But, I mean, you and Ian, I--"
"Do it! Get it all slippery and do it!"
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