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Choice (Mf, MF, cuckold, ped)
By John Beard (joemoose@altavista.com)

***

Sam idly surveyed his grade eight classroom, his mind on 
other things. It wasn't supposed to be this way he 
mused, ruefully. I'm only twenty-nine years old and I 
shouldn't be impotent. Even Viagra hadn't done its job 
and his doctor blamed the problem on anxiety-generated 
adrenalin which was, he'd said, the enemy of erectiopns. 
But Shelly still shouldn't be cheating on me. It just 
makes it worse. She should be helping me. I feel like 
people can see those cuckold horns on my head. 

"Uh, Mr. Slade? Sir? Are you OK?" 

Sam looked up, startled from his sad reverie. "Oh, 
Sally. Sorry. I guess I was daydreaming. What can I do 
for you?" 

"Uh, Sir? Like? It's about my essay, Sir? You said you'd 
help me?" 

"Yeah, that's right, Sally. There were some things in it 
that --well --that I don't think you want to write 
about. Not for school, anyway." He looked at the cute, 
petite youngster standing by his desk and he felt a 
stirring in his groin. Damn! Guilt washed over him as he 
fought the immoral thoughts that Sally and some of her 
classmates aroused in him. He couldn't get it up for his 
beautiful, buxom wife but these nubile nymphets gave him 
an almost constant erection while in class. "But we 
can't go over it here --not now --can you come back 
after class?" 

"Sure, Mr. Slade. Today?" 

"Yeah --after four thirty, Sally." What was he thinking? 
Why did the young, timid ones get to him while his 
aggressive, demanding wife of four years left him limp 
and unable to perform? "In my office." 

The teacher reminded Sally of her Uncle Ben, the uncle 
she had written about in her essay, -'My Special 
Family'. Mr. Slade was bigger and better looking than 
Uncle Ben but he was gentle and nice and she liked him a 
lot. Lots more than that awful Miss Miller who yelled at 
her and never said she did good work. Why did Mr. Slade 
want to talk to her about her essay? She'd been very 
careful to put in commas and capitals and all that 
stuff. 

*

Why was he such a wimp? He'd known what he'd find when 
he went home at noon so why had he gone unless he was 
prepared to do something about it? But, even though he'd 
suspected that Shelly was cheating, it had been a shock 
to actually see it. 

Sam's underperforming organ stirred as, perversely, his 
libido was activated by the memory of what he'd seen. 
Rick Adams wasn't much to look at and he'd been 
surprised that he was Shelly's choice. Maybe he was just 
one of several? But the probable reason for choosing the 
small, plain man became very evident when he dismounted 
from the faithless wife's spread-eagled body and she 
mounted him. Damn! The guy had almost ten inches. So the 
answer was there. He was being long-cocked. 

The schoolteacher hadn't been concerned about size until 
today. His own endowment was more than seven inches, and 
thick, too. He knew he was above average but he couldn't 
compete with Adams' long appendage. Not if that was what 
Shelly wanted. Sam felt nauseous but the nausea was a 
mix of sickness at what he'd seen and a sort of obscene 
excitement from watching his cheating spouse as she'd 
ridden her lover.

He got some satisfaction though from the fact that it 
hadn't lasted long enough for Shelly. She'd been 
viciously biting in her commentary when Rick had gone 
off before she was ready. Oh God! Another pang of nausea 
shot through him. What if she'd got knocked up? He'd 
seen the creamy dribble that escaped from her gaping 
cunt when she'd got off. At least they could have used a 
condom. Damn both of them to Hell. 

*

His last class was finished at three so, as if to rub 
salt into his cuckoldry wound, Sam had gone home to see 
if Shelly was there. She wasn't and there was no 
evidence of the lewd display he'd observed at noon. 
Feeling sick with jealousy and anger he'd put on his 
running shorts. After his young student finished her 
office visit, he'd run until he was exhausted and maybe 
that would help him get over the trauma of Shelly's 
betrayal of their vows. 

Sam heard the timid knock at the door and looked at his 
watch. It would be Sally. God. Even her uncle was 
getting it while he, himself, couldn't even get it up, 
let alone, in. He got up from the desk and opened the 
door, then closed it. 

"Uh, I brought my essay, Mr. Slade. Was it? Like? Is 
there stuff wrong with it? I really worked hard on it, 
Sir." 

"No, Sally, the grammar and punctuation are almost 
perfect. It's just that -- well --what you've written is 
sort of private? You know? Things you shouldn't tell 
other people about?" Damn! Her uncle might be an 
unprincipled lecher but Sam could understand why. The 
girl was a beauty. Her small mouth had an indefinable 
sexiness about it that was accentuated by the sultry 
look in her heavy-lidded eyes. She just naturally looked 
like she was asking for it. And, even though she was 
petite, she was shapely. And the clothes she wore showed 
off her cute, round little bum and the twin, outthrust 
projections of her nicely developing bust. 

"But Sir? I --like --you said we were s'posed to talk 
about feelings and stuff. And Uncle Ben gives me real 
good feelings. I didn't --like --use bad words or 
nothin' like that?" I wonder if he has a little niece or 
someone to teach stuff to? I bet he does a good job, if 
he has someone. 

"I know, Sally --it's just --like --you say in your 
essay that it's a secret between you and your uncle --
but now it isn't a secret." True, she hadn't said 
directly that he uncle had fucked her or that she'd 
sucked his cock but it was easy to read all that between 
the lines. 

"Yeah, but you're my teacher. You're not gonna tell are 
you?" 

"Of course not, Sally. But? Maybe I misread what you 
wrote? What did you mean when you wrote," and he took 
the essay from her and quickly found the quote, "Uncle 
Ben showed me with his hands how I could have fun by 
myself like older girls?" 

"Uh, like --he --you know, Mr. Slade. He played with 
me." 

"How, Sally? How did he play with you?" God! Was this 
nubile, young creature as simple and na ve as she 
seemed? 

"Hee hee --you know --don'cha have a niece or someone 
you hafta teach?" 

"No, Sally, I don't. So you have to show me." What am I 
thinking of? Even if she'll let me, I can't take 
advantage of her naivet (C). "Show me exactly what he 
did." 

"Exactly? Like? Do you want me to get like I used to for 
Uncle Ben?" 

"Yes, Sally. That's probably the best way. How did you 
get for your uncle?" 

"Hee hee --I sat on his lap, Mr. Slade. Can I sit on 
yours?" I wonder if he's going to get like Uncle Ben? 
Maybe he's going to want me to do stuff for him, too? 

The stirring in Sam's groin became more intense as the 
cute teenager came behind the desk to where he sat and, 
with a bit of a smile, clambered up onto his lap. 

"It's not quite the same, Mr. Slade. When Uncle Ben 
showed me I was ready for bed so I dint have much on. Do 
you want me to --like --sorta undress?" I know he does. 
I could feel him. He's hard there like Uncle Ben got. I 
bet he wants to do the same stuff, too. 

"Uh --I don't know, Sally? That may not be a good idea?" 

"But I gotta, Sir, if I'm gonna show you what he done." 
And without waiting for her teacher's OK, the petite 
teen slid down off his knees and quickly took off all 
her clothes. "Golly --it's cold in here, Mr. Slade. You 
gotta hug me to keep me warm." And the naked, young girl 
climbed back onto Sam's lap and snuggled close to him. 

If there'd been a stirring in his groin before, now it 
was a violent agitation. The feel of the girl's warm, 
bare flesh against his thighs added to the visual appeal 
of her petite, shapely, nude body. He could barely 
restrain the impulse to cup one of her firm, conical 
breasts or explore the fuzzy bulge below her little 
belly. 

"So, Sally --show me," the teacher said in a soft, lust-
choked voice.

"What did Uncle Ben do?" 

"Hee hee," the youngster giggled nervously. "I think you 
know," and she took his hand in hers and drew it down, 
opening her legs to reveal the plump bulge of her young 
vulva. 

"Is this what he did?" and Sam gently pressed a finger 
between the girl's soft cuntlips. She had a little crown 
of black, curly hair on her mons and a straggling of 
black hair haloing her plump pussy. He was surprised but 
delighted to find, in the narrow crease, that young 
Sally was wet, wet and slippery. She was sitting 
sideways across his thighs and, as he probed the humid 
slit, she spread her legs wider apart. 

"Yeah --like that," the juvenile gasped when his finger 
found the little bud of her clitoris. "That's what he 
done!" She pulled his hand closer and began to hump her 
pelvis against his finger. "It's better than when I do 
it to myself." 

Sam knew what to do and, for the moment, he forgot that 
the girl he was fingering was so young, and one of his 
students. His other hand covered the firm cone of her 
left breast, feeling the way the hard nipple punched 
into his palm and rubbing it in the same tempo as he 
stroked her little clit. 

"Yeah --hurry --yeah," his adolescent pupil gasped and 
then her thighs clamped on his wrist and she wriggled 
through an obvious orgasm. 

"You came, didn't you, Sally?" The teacher stopped 
titillating her clit and slowly rubbed his hand over her 
soft, slippery quim. 

"Yeah --thanks Mr. Slade --it was fab," and the 
delightful youngster snuggled up to her teacher's chest. 
"Was it fun for you, too? Uncle Ben useta say it was fun 
--but he said it was more fun when I done him, too. Do 
you want me to do you, Sir?" 

"Uh --I don't think so, Sally?" Actually, the thought of 
getting a handjob from the cute youngster sent a hot 
thrill through his loins but Sam doubted he could 
maintain his present throbbing erection and he didn't 
want to embarrass himself in front of a thirteen-year-
old. "But tell me --show me --you wrote -'I like him 
more than Aunt Lucy does because I swallow his cream and 
she don't.' What do you mean?" 

"Uh --you know --" and she squirmed on the hard lump in 
her teacher's crotch. "He likes it when I --you know --
kiss it?" 

"That's what I thought you meant, Sally. Do you always 
swallow?" Sam could barely restrain his urge to force 
the little girl's head down into his lap and get her to 
wrap those soft lips around his cock. 

"Yeah --'cept --like --lately he --you know -- he puts 
it in here," and the little teen pushed out her hips and 
pulled his hand harder against her cunt. 

Sam sensed that his little student was getting hot again 
and he was surprised that a girl as young as this could 
be so easily aroused. And then he heard sounds outside 
the door. 

"Damn! I forgot. They're painting the classroom tonight, 
Sally. We'll have to finish talking about your essay 
tomorrow." 

The young teen seemed as disappointed as the teacher but 
she dressed quickly and Mr. Slade let her out the side 
door of the adjoining classroom so the painters wouldn't 
get ideas about what sort of teaching was taking place. 

*

Maybe he'd been dreaming? Sam knew that what he'd seen 
in his bedroom yesterday was real but he didn't want to 
believe it. He spoke to Sally in the morning, wondering 
if he'd imagined that, too. 

"Hee hee. I bet those guys woulda been s'prised if they 
seen me on your lap. Are you gonna --like --talk about 
my story some more?" 

"We should, Sally. I ought to explain some more about 
what you can and can't write about. Same time today, OK? 
It's Friday so I know there won't be any painters today. 

*

He was a masochist. A weak, wimpy masochist. Why else 
would he have come home again today, at noon? 

The apartment that he and Shelly rented belonged to a 
friend, a somewhat kinky friend. Along with its wall and 
ceiling mirrors, the master bedroom had a small 
adjoining hidden cubicle that their friend used to spy 
on houseguests who would sometimes visit overnight. Not 
even Shelly knew about it but Sam's friend had told him 
about it late one night while they were finishing off a 
bottle of scotch. And Sam had been there, waiting, when 
his wife and her hugely endowed friend arrived at noon. 

"Promise you'll never tell, Rick? I don't want to hurt 
him." The statement made Sam feel even sicker as he 
watched his big-titted spouse take of her clothes while 
Rick Adams stood quietly beside the wide bed. 

"It's our secret, baby. Damn, you have great tits," the 
man said crudely as he stripped his own clothes off. 
"Get down, Baby. On your knees." 

Sam couldn't believe it. His bossy, arrogant wife 
dropped obediently to her knees in front of the little 
man and took his dangling, semi-erect tool in her hands, 
leaning forward and engulfing the bulbous tip with her 
soft-lipped mouth. He'd never been able to get her to 
suck him, not even when she was drunk. 

"That's the way, Baby. You're a natural born 
cocksucker." And Sam watched from his little, hidden 
cubicle as his wife obediently slavered over her lover's 
huge dong, his own more modest organ swelling in 
perverse response to his wife's perfidy. 

"Don't cum, Rick. Not yet. Not in my mouth," the 
kneeling woman said softly as she paused from her 
submissive servicing. 

"Tell me what you want, Bitch. Tell me!" 

"I want you to fuck me. I want your big, hard cock in my 
hungry cunt.

Fuck me, Rick! Fuck me now!" 

"Get on the bed, Bitch! Lie down and spread your legs!" 

Like a puppet, the woman climbed onto the bed and lay 
back, opening her long legs wide as the man knelt over 
her, between them. 

"Damn! You feel good, Shelly," Sam's fellow teacher said 
appreciatively as he buried his huge cock in the woman's 
swollen snatch. "Love the way those big tits roll under 
me." 

"Oohhh God, Rick. You're in so deep --in where nobody's 
ever been before," and Sam felt a sharp pang of jealousy 
at his wife's admiring comment. More sad than angry, he 
watched his wife being ploughed by the mammoth fucktool, 
her legs rising to wrap around the man's hips as she 
began to undulate in the way Sam knew so well. "Yeah --
hurry --yeah --love your big cock," she chanted. "Give 
it to me!" 

It was over, Sam mused, sickened by his wife's 
treachery, knowing she'd never be his again. He still 
wanted to fuck her. To feel her big-titted body under 
him, but it would be like fucking a prostitute. No love. 
Just sensation. He watched. The man was supporting his 
upper body away from hers and, with each bruising 
thrust, Shelly grunted and her big tits flopped loosely. 

"Now, Baby. Go down on me!" Rick had suddenly pulled out 
of Shelly's steamy twat and flopped over on his back. He 
had his hands on her head, pulling her over above him, 
forcing her down. 

"Nah --Rick --not yet --didn't cum yet," the woman 
protested but her mouth opened and she engulfed the 
bulbous, purple knob with her lips. "Don't cum --not in 
my mouf --don't." Her muffled protest sounded weak and 
ineffectual and, as the man pushed her head down, she 
surrendered to his demands. 

Sam felt a certain mean satisfaction as the man fucked 
up into his wife's unwilling maw. She was no longer 
trying to pull away, however, her head bobbing, little 
guttural grunts sounding from her when the long shaft 
bumped the entrance of her throat. He heard the man's 
moan of satisfaction and Shelly's choking gurgle that 
confirmed the final betrayal as she let him discharge 
his semen into her mouth. 

"Rick --oh God --I never did that before," Shelly said 
meekly as, after several wet, slurpy swallows, she 
raised her head from the man's groin. A trickle of 
creamy gism escaped her mouth as she whimpered, "Can 
you? Like? Finish me, too?" 

"Gotta go Baby --tomorrow, maybe. Damn, you're good!" 

The man pulled on his clothes while his naked companion 
sprawled on the bed, tears of frustration or something 
trickling down her cheeks. "There won't be another time, 
Rick. I never appreciated how good a man I have until 
today. He'd never be as thoughtless as you." 

"Hah! I bet that by tomorrow you're going to want to 
have the big one again. Bitches like you need it." 

Sam watched as the man left the bedroom and Shelly sat 
weeping disconsolately on the edge of the bed. He waited 
until his unfaithful and dispirited wife finally dressed 
and went back to her library job. He took no joy from 
her obvious unhappiness and, in fact, the erection he'd 
grown while watching her being fucked remained 
uncharacteristically hard until she was gone. With no 
class in the afternoon, Sam showered and put on a pair 
of lightweight jogging shorts and a t-shirt before 
returning to his office. 

*

By the time Sally knocked on his office door, ten 
minutes or so earlier than the assigned time, Sam knew 
what he was going to do. His balls ached from his 
earlier unwilled arousal and it had been more than a 
week since his last wet dream -" and more than three 
months since his last successful coupling with Shelly. 
No wonder she'd gone somewhere else for satisfaction. 
But his pretty, thirteen year old student was not 
innocent, despite her youth, and he had spent the 
afternoon scheming about how he'd get her. The scheming, 
as it turned out, was unnecessary.

"Didja like my essay OK, Mr. Slade? I mean --like --
'cept for the other stuff you gotta tell me 'bout?" 

"Yes, Sally, you wrote a very good essay. The best in 
the whole class," Sam lied. It was, in fact, quite well 
written and she'd told him a lot without quite being 
explicit. "But you're right. We have to talk about what 
you wrote." 

"Oh thank you, Mr. Slade," and the shapely, little teen 
put her arms around her teacher's waist and hugged him. 
"I'm glad you liked it." As she hugged the big man, 
Sally felt warm all over from is compliment. He was so 
nice, nicer even than Uncle Ben. She wanted to make him 
happy, too. 

"Now, Sally, one of the things you say that you probably 
should leave out is where you wrote 'I swallow his cream 
and she don't.' You started to tell me more the other 
day but maybe now you can tell me everything."

"Uh --like --I --like --you know?" The girl looked even 
cuter than usual as she blushed. "Like --I kiss him --
his --his cock. But I didn't write that. He said we had 
to keep that part secret. But he said it was OK if --
like --if I said the words out loud when it was just us 
to hear? Is it, Mr. Slade? I mean, like, is it OK if I 
use words like --like cock when I tell you." 

"Sure, Sally --say anything to me that you do to Uncle 
Ben." Sam sat down in his chair then to hide his growing 
erection. God. He was getting better. He'd had more 
erections in the last two days than in the previous 
three months. Of course it's an underaged girl and a 
cheating wife that's causing them, he mused ruefully. 

"Can I? Like? Can I sit on your lap while I tell you, 
Mr. Slade?" Did he want her to do stuff for him, too? 
Would that make him happy? Without waiting for an 
answer, the thirteen-year-old climbed onto her teacher's 
lap and felt right away the hard bulge in his crotch. 
Yes. He would like it. He wanted her to do stuff. 
"OK, Sally. Go ahead and tell me." Sam's hands were busy 
right away, one up under her skirt, the other under her 
blouse. 

"Hee hee --you sure know how to make this fun for me --
can I make it fun for you, too, Mr. Slade?" 

"Maybe you can pretend that I'm Uncle Ben --that way you 
can show me what you were writing about." 

The young teen squirmed her firm bottom against the hard 
bulge and put her hands on the teacher's hands, moving 
them, causing him to rub her hard nipples and her soft, 
moistening pussy. 

"Uncle Ben --like --he does what you're doing 'til he 
makes me cum --like you made me cum yesterday --and then 
--oh Sir. Oh yes. That feels good. Do it! Harder!" 

It seemed to take no time at all to bring Sally to a 
climax, confirming the indication yesterday that she was 
unusually responsive. Her thighs clamped on his wrist 
and she writhed and jerked through her juvenile climax. 

"You make me feel real good, Mr. Slade," the little teen 
sighed as her orgasm waned and she leaned back against 
his chest. "I wanta make you feel real good, too." And 
she slid off his lap to stand on shaky legs. 

"You're a very pretty girl, Sally. I'd like it if you 
took off your blouse --like you did yesterday." 

"Hee hee --you gotta take something off, too, Mr. 
Slade," and the little girl quickly pulled her blouse 
off over her head and stood there wearing only her 
short, little skirt. 

No longer held down by the girl's bottom, sitting on it, 
Sam's thick, 7-inch erection was tenting his loose 
shorts. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband 
and tugged the flimsy shorts down over his knees, baring 
his swollen organ to the youngster's view. 

"Golly, Mr. Slade! Oh Wow!" and Sam's juvenile pupil did 
more for his ego than she could ever know when she 
continued, "You sure got a big one, Sir. It's lots 
bigger'n Uncle Ben's." 

"You made it that way, Sally. You're a very sexy girl, 
you know. Beautiful and sexy." God, what a gem. Sam 
leaned back and looked lustfully at the youngster's 
soft, red-lipped mouth, his balls aching painfully. 

The little, dark-haired girl dropped to her knees 
between his thighs and reached out to gently grasp the 
upthrust shaft. "Wow! Can I just? Like? Can I just suck 
your cock, Mr. Slade? 'Stead of --you know --'stead of 
fucking you? I don't think I'm big enough yet --it 
wouldn't fit inside me?" 

"Oh God, Sally --yes --suck it Sally. Please suck it." 
The teacher knew he wouldn't last a minute, whether he 
was in her mouth or her little pussy. He just had to 
have the pressure relieved. 

With a skill that belied her years, the young girl 
slipped her small hands up and down over the silken, 
thickly veined skin of her teacher's staff. She felt 
warm all over and she wanted to please him, to make him 
happy. He was so nice to her. Leaning closer she put her 
soft lips around the bulbous, purple knob, shuddering as 
the smooth, slick bulb jerked hotly with the contact. 

"Oh yes, Sally --you're so beautiful --so sexy," Sam 
moaned with pleasure as the young girl slid her lips 
lower around his throbbing tool. Your Uncle Ben is a 
lucky man." 

"Mmmph," Sally grunted, pleased by her teacher's praise. 
She slid one hand under the loose-skinned sac; hefting 
his heavy lust-eggs while her other hand was wrapped 
around the thickness of his cock. Or at least, as far 
around it as her little hand could go. The man's moans 
of pleasure warmed her as her opened lips closed around 
the end of his stiffened cock. He felt her tongue slide 
under the head of it, her lips close more tightly around 
it and the suction of her cheeks draw it deeply into her 
mouth. 

"Oohhh Gawwd, Sally --Oohhh yesss," The little grade 
eight student seemed to know just what to do. Sam looked 
down at her as she serviced him with a skill derived 
from many similar sessions with her lecherous uncle. Her 
tongue knew just where to go. He felt the pressure build 
up and up and he grabbed her shoulders and held on 
tight. Sweat rolled off his forehead and down his cheeks 
and It felt like he was getting bigger each time the 
young girl pulled on his throbbing cock. 

Little Sally had only one thought in her mind. She was 
going to please her kind, wonderful teacher. His hips 
were writhing now, pushing up at her as her lips and 
tongue slurped as much of the length of the rock-hard 
shaft as she could handle. "Glangh" she gagged when the 
thick knob bumped the entrance of her throat and, 
drawing back from a deep mouthful, she licked and curled 
her tongue lovingly around the tip as if I was a cherry 
Popsicle. Then quickly her plush lips slid down the 
shaft until another "Glangh" sounded from her cock-
stuffed maw. 

Sam was there. He felt the burning heat in his groin and 
he moaned in hot ecstasy. His young student looked up at 
him as she felt the thick, mouth-filling shaft swell 
even larger between her widely stretched lips, bucking 
against the roof of her mouth. 

"Mmm hmmm --mmm hmmm," she whimpered, wordlessly 
inviting her teacher to cum in her mouth. "Mmm hmmm --
mmm hmmm," and she tugged gently at his heavy testicles 
and squeezed and stroked his cock. 

The schoolteacher's whole lower body was on fire as he 
felt the long, thick pulses of hot sperm rocketing down 
his bucking, jerking tool and into the precocious, young 
girl's eager mouth. Sally felt it spurt and she drew him 
in deeper as her teacher pumped more and more into her 
and she swallowed hard, making small gurgling noises. As 
each shot of sperm left, a bolt of pleasure grabbed and 
pulled the man up towards the youngster's hotly sucking 
mouth and she held on to the pulsing cock tightly with 
her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard until he was 
pumped completely dry. 

"Oohhh Gawwd, Sally --I've never felt anything so 
wonderful," Sam moaned as he slumped back while his 
young student continued to suck on his cum-drained tool. 
"You're a fabulous little girl, Sally. Fabulous." 

"Oh Sir. Oh, Mr. Slade. I'm glad you liked it. You're so 
good to me, Sir." The pretty, dark-haired girl looked up 
at her teacher, a glob of unswallowed semen dripping 
stringily from her loosely parted lips. "Was I really 
good?" 

"The best, Sally. But --like --what about you? Do you 
want me to --to make you cum, too?" 

"No --not now, Mr. Slade. I gotta go home. But --maybe -
-can we have another meeting tomorrow? You can --like --
finish goin' over my essay." 

"But that's Saturday, Sally?" 

"Yeah --I know --then I won't hafta hurry home." 

By the time his pretty, sexy young student was dressed, 
Sam felt as if he could go again but it was late. Sally 
left with the understanding that tomorrow he would meet 
her at the back door of the school and they'd come in to 
his office and talk some more about her essay. Or 
whatever. 

Sam sat at his desk for almost an hour after Sally left. 
His body was relaxed, completely drained by the young 
girl's surprisingly skilful mouth. His mind, however, 
was in turmoil. As much as he tried to remember only the 
delightfully erotic image of his pretty, little 
student's red lips wrapped around his cock, other images 
intruded.

He kept seeing his wife, spread-eagled on their bed, 
grunting, her big tits flopping loosely and her fat quim 
swallowing the long cock plunging repeatedly into depths 
of her body that he could never reach. And, too, he saw 
her kneeling submissively as creamy gism drooled from 
her slack-jawed mouth. Perversely, his thoroughly 
drained organ swelled, incited as much by the images of 
his treacherous wife as by his memory of his young 
student. 

*

"Hi, Honey. You're late? Did you have a hard day, 
darling?" 

Shelly greeted him with a cheery smile. She was wearing 
a t-shirt and it was obvious that her big, soft breasts 
were bare under it. They jiggled and swayed 
provocatively as she came close and offered her mouth 
for a kiss. Sam's lips brushed hers briefly. He 
remembered vividly that those same lips had recently 
been the cum-slimed receptacle for another man's lust. 
He headed for the bar to get a drink. 

"Please, dear --let me get it. Scotch?" 

"Yeah --lots of ice." God, she hadn't offered to get him 
a drink since the first year they were married, seven 
years ago. She'd been a sweet wife, at first. But she'd 
become progressively more demanding, more critical and, 
above all, more domineering. And, despite the appeal of 
her lush body, he had become more and more apprehensive 
and timid about sex. 

"Have I told you lately that I love you?" Shelly asked 
as she brought him his drink and sat o the edge of his 
reclining chair. "You're a pretty special guy, you know. 
And I guess I've been sort of bitchy, haven't I?" 

"It's OK, Shelly. I've given you lots to bitch about, I 
guess." But not enough to justify what you've done. 
Can't you see those horns on my head? The ones you gave 
me yesterday and today. And God knows how many other 
times. "It must be hard for you --like --me not being 
able to --you know?" Why am I such a wimp? Why can't I 
tell her what I saw and how it made me feel? Rick was 
right when he called her a bitch and I bet she'll be 
panting for his 10 inches again by tomorrow. 

"It may be a lot my fault, darling?" Shelly's hand 
dropped to his groin and Sam's penis seemed to shrivel 
and try to retreat up inside. What was the matter with 
him? Why couldn't he just grab her and lay her, right 
here on the living room floor? Despite young Sally's 
ministrations, he had that almost nauseous feeling of 
desire in his belly. 

"Maybe we can eat out tonight? A quiet dinner, some wine 
and --well, we can see what develops. But it's OK, 
darling --I just want to be with you --to make you 
happy." 

Sam couldn't believe his wife's behaviour that evening. 
She was soft-spoken, solicitous and affectionate. And, 
most surprising of all, she was meek, almost timid. But 
there was no way he was going to have a wet deck. Or, 
more accurately, a wet mouth. He couldn't bring himself 
to kiss her, at least, not with his tongue. In bed, she 
snuggled and cuddled but there was no aggression. 

His usually limp organ swelled in appreciation of her 
seemingly changed personality and, by the time she 
slept, he had the best hard on he'd had, except with 
young Sally, for many months. But the image of her in 
this same bed with another man's cock ploughing her fat 
furrow kept him from mounting her big-titted frame. 

*

Was he crazy? My God, they could send him to jail for 
what he did yesterday --and what he was planning to do 
today. Sam was sitting on a bench beside the back door 
of the school, waiting for the tempting, little 
thirteen-year-old. 
Saturday was a good day for what he planned. The school 
would be vacant. The janitors cleaned on Friday night 
and no self-respecting teacher was going to give up a 
weekend day for anything short of catastrophe so he'd be 
alone with the pretty, precocious youngster. 

"Hi, Mr. Slade. Been waiting long?" Sally spoke cheerily 
as she came around the corner. 

"Just a few minutes, Sally. And you're early, anyway." 
He couldn't take his eyes from the sight of the 
attractive youngster. She was wearing a flimsy top that 
didn't quite reach her midriff, leaving her belly with 
its adorable navel bare. 

He could see the dark outline of her aureoles through 
the light fabric, which was poked out by her nipples. 
Her skirt began well below her navel, a hip-hugger, and 
ended at her upper thighs, so short that, even standing 
as she was, he could see the edge of her pink panties. 
He felt an ache in his groin. 

"I guess I left my essay in your office yesterday. I was 
kind of flustered when I left. Were you flustered too, 
Mr. Slade," she asked, a cute, little grin playing at 
the corner of her mouth. 

"Yeah, I guess so," and Sam felt his face flush with 
embarrassment and he turned away to unlock the door. He 
was a kook. The girl followed him inside and down the 
dark, windowless hallway to his dark, windowless office. 

"Golly, that's sure bright," Sally exclaimed when he 
turned on the overhead light. Then he turned on the desk 
lamp and extinguished the ceiling light so they could 
see without the glare. 

"Was it? Like? My story --was it really the best in the 
class?" She had picked her essay paper off the floor 
beside the desk where it had fallen yesterday when she 
was pleasing her teacher. 

"Definitely, Sally." Sam sat down by the desk and Sally 
stood in front of him, smiling. "But I have another 
question about it." 

"Uh huh --what's it about?" The pretty thirteen-year-old 
shifted her weight from one foot to the other as if she 
was anxious about something. And she was. She could 
hardly wait until she took off her clothes to hear what 
her teacher would say when he saw the change. Would he 
be pleased? She sure hoped so. Uncle Ben liked it so Mr. 
Slade should, too.

"First, come closer, Sally. Does you uncle ever kiss 
you?" 

"Yeah --sometimes. Do you wanta kiss me, Sir?" and as 
she asked, she moved in between his legs and leaned 
close. 

For both of them, the kiss was special. For Sally 
because her uncle had never really kissed her, not with 
his tongue, and after she got over the initial shock, 
her teacher's kiss made her all warm inside. For him, 
the girl's obvious inexperience (with kissing, anyway) 
gave him great delight. He truly enjoyed the way her 
mouth opened, awkwardly at first, and the timid, 
tentative way she brought her own hot, little tongue 
into play. 

"Now, Sally," Sam said softly as he broke off the 
delightful kiss, "I want you to tell me what you meant 
when you said in your essay, 'Uncle Ben gets me to 
pretend I'm Aunt Lucy, sometimes. It makes me feel real 
good to pretend I'm a grown up.' 

"Hee hee --I guess you can tell I didn't mean that he 
got me to clean house and stuff? But he only just 
started getting me to pretend that last month." Sally 
pushed her hips in at her teacher's groin and wriggled 
them. "I think it's funny the way men get with girls --
like --I can feel you --your cock -- getting' bigger." 

The unprincipled schoolteacher slipped his hands under 
the girl's short skirt and caressed her firm, bulbous 
bottom, holding her close against his burgeoning 
erection. Damn! She sure was helping him get over his 
impotence problem. 

"So, Sally --what do you do for him?" 

"I --like --I lie down and he gets on top of me and --
you know? He fucks me." Sally looked at her teacher with 
a very serious expression on her face as she spoke. "But 
Uncle Ben says I can't ever tell nobody that he does it. 
You won't tell, will you Mr. Slade?" 

"Of course not, Sally." Sam began to pull her panties 
down and the girl suddenly backed away. 

"Wait, Sir." And Sally pulled her flimsy top off over 
her head and unfastened the waist of her skirt, letting 
it drop in a heap around her ankles. Then she peeled off 
her panties and stood, completely naked, before him. "Do 
you see anything diff'rent, Mr. Slade? I mean --like --
do I look diff'rent?" 

Sam studied the little beauty, noting how shapely her 
legs were. Not skinny, like many girls of her age, but 
full and curving with thighs that sort of bulged at the 
top. Her breasts were small and hard and her aureoles 
were conical, projecting out from her modest tit-hills, 
her nipples adding an extra inch or so to the little 
peaks. 

"My God, Sally? You shaved!" the schoolteacher exclaimed 
with surprise when he realized that the little, dark 
bush was gone from her mons. Standing as she was with 
her legs parted, he could see the beginning of the 
cuntal slit that bisected her plump, smooth vulva. 

"Hee hee --do you like it? Uncle Ben gets me to do that 
--'cept at first I didn't have to coz I didn't have no 
hair there." 

"Oh God, Sally --I? I don't know?" but he did know. The 
sight of the small girl's now hairless quim combined 
with the memory of how she'd sucked his cock was 
incredibly erotic. He reached out to cup the soft, 
smooth nest between the young girl's compliantly parted 
thighs. 

"Hee hee," Sally giggled again and she pushed her pelvis 
forward against the man's teasing fingers. "Uncle Ben 
says he likes me bein' smooth like this. Why is that, 
Mr. Slade?" The precocious youngster could tell that her 
teacher liked it, even if he didn't say so, and she 
wriggled with satisfaction because she was pleasing him. 

Without another word, Sam stood and picked the little 
teen up off the floor, placing her on his desk. The 
dark-haired youngster looked at her teacher quizzically 
but she lay back compliantly on the desk top as he moved 
between her legs, pushing them wider apart. 

"Whah? What are you doing?" Sally asked in a quavering 
voice when the man dropped to his knees, sliding his 
hands under her bottom and pulling her closer to the 
edge of the desk as he insinuated his shoulders under 
her loosely spread legs. 

"I want to kiss your smooth, sweet pussy, Sally." And 
she raised her head, trying to see what he was doing. 
"Doesn't your uncle do this?" 

"Huh! Nuh! No," the young girl gasped as she felt his 
hot breath on her adolescent sex. "Oh Mr. Slade!" Sally 
exclaimed as her teacher licked slowly along the edge of 
her clean-shaven twat. "Oohhh Sirrr!" All she could see 
was the top of the man's head but the feelings were 
exquisite, far more exciting than when his fingers had 
touched her there. 

Sam savoured the slightly soapy smell of the girl's 
pussy as he teased the sensitive flesh. Her smooth labia 
were like the two halves of a slit hotdog roll and, as 
he continued to lick slowly along the edges, he could 
feel the muscles in her bulbous bottom tense and flex. 

"Hannh --Sirrr!" the youngster cried out when he thrust 
his tongue into the slit and her labia parted easily, 
opening the way to her soft pink canal and her clitoris, 
which was already engorged and jutting out from 
underneath its little hood. He pressed his tongue slowly 
inside her, parting her inner lips and applying pressure 
just below her clitoris.

A low moan escaped from Sally's other lips and her hands 
gripped the edge of the desk like she was afraid she'd 
fall off. Sam made a series of long, hard licks all the 
way up and down, then faster probes into that slight 
recession beneath her clitoris. His young student was 
moaning now, constantly and quietly, but as he brought 
his entire tongue in a long, slow brush over her 
clitoris for the first time, she cried out and tightened 
her grip on the desk. He began flicking his tongue 
quickly back and forth, and licking in little circles 
all around it. 

"Oohhh!" the thirteen-year-old cried out when he 
thrummed his tongue on the little, pearly bud and then 
fastened his lips on its slick hardness. "Oohhh yesss 
Mr. Slade!" she gasped, breathlessly. Sally was panting 
hard, her mouth wide open and her eyes sort of glazed 
over, completely in another world of pleasurable 
sensations.

He penetrated her vaginal mouth with the tip of his 
tongue and felt it squeeze and contract. Jabbing his 
tongue in and out of her repeatedly and listening to her 
moans growing ever louder, the teacher knew that his 
adolescent pupil was on the edge of orgasm. The feel of 
her slick, soft inner flesh rubbing against the surface 
of his tongue, the sweet smell and taste of her musky 
juices and her increasingly frantic cries .of pleasure 
were building to a mighty crescendo. He cupped her ass 
more firmly and pulled her clitoris into his mouth, 
sucking on it like a nipple while flicking his tongue 
across it. 

"Haannhhh --Aaannhhh," the young girl cried out loudly 
and her thighs clamped tight around her teacher's head 
as her hips jittered and jerked through her climax. Wave 
after wave of pleasure hit her. Her whole body spasmed 
with each wave and the hot-blooded adolescent closed her 
eyes and rode it. Totally engrossed in ecstasy, it went 
on forever, the most powerful thing she had ever felt. 

"Mr. Slade --Oohhh Sirrr --" Sally sighed as the turmoil 
in her juvenile loins quietened. "That was fab." 

The little teen's excitement had been contagious and Sam 
balls felt big and heavy, aching for release. He picked 
her limply quivering body up from the desk and laid her 
down on the large, soft bear rug that he'd brought to 
his office to cover the worn school carpet. 

"Sir? Mr. Slade?" Sally asked meekly as her teacher took 
off his shorts and bared his thick, seven-inch organ. 
"Are you gonna? Like? Do it to me? Fuck me?" 

"You've done it before, haven't you?" Sam asked as he 
knelt between her shapely, loosely splayed legs. "Your 
uncle fucked you, didn't he?" 

"Yeah --a few times, Sir. But? Like? You're bigger? I'm 
kinda scared?" 

"It will be OK, Sally. I'll be gentle." Damn! The cute, 
little minx didn't know how wonderful she made him feel 
with her apprehensive comment. At least she wouldn't be 
comparing him with the 10 inches that Shelly had so 
willingly taken. He lowered his hips, guiding his 
thickly throbbing tool to her wet, swollen slit. 

"Are you sure it's OK, Mr. Slade?" The young girl raised 
her head to look down to where her teacher's long, thick 
cock was poised threateningly just above her swollen, 
hairless slit. "Are you sure it'll fit inside me?" 

"Sure it will, Sally. Don't worry. You can take lots 
bigger than me." He rubbed the slick, bulbous knob 
between her labia, which gaped, open now after the 
stimulation from his tongue. "Some day you'll probably 
have a baby come out of there --and that's lots bigger 
than this." 

"OK, Sir. But be careful. Uncle Ben hurt me the first 
time he done it." And the little teen relaxed slightly, 
a hot thrill surging through her juvenile loins when her 
teacher's tool pushed against her clit. 

Anxious though he was to have this young beauty's hot 
fuckwell enclosing his hungry cock, Sam used it to tease 
and titillate her tender, sensitive cuntflesh. He sensed 
the girl's growing excitement as her breathing quickened 
and her hips began a responsive tic and jerk. He 
directed the thick knob to the wet heat of her portal 
and began to push in. 

Sally's opening, even though she wasn't a virgin, was 
small and tight around the head of his penis. Her cunt 
was hot, and her tension just stimulated him further. He 
pushed further up into the little teen and her elastic 
passage got even tighter.

What would it be like to get a cherry? He'd never had 
one and he felt disappointed that Sally had already been 
deflowered. But he'd never been in a girl as young as 
she before and the thought of having this delightful 
youngster's hot, little cunt surrounding him excited him 
beyond reason. He looked down lustfully at her bulging, 
clean-shaven sex and, holding her shapely hips firmly, 
he prepared to savour this new delight. 

Sally's breath caught in her throat as she felt the 
distending pressure and she strained her short legs 
wider apart. Raising her head again, she looked at her 
teacher's hugely threatening organ and tried to imagine 
how she would expand to take it all. It looked to her 
innocent eyes as if he'd go right up into her belly if 
he put it all inside, but she lay docile and timid, a 
curious hunger in her loins. 

The schoolteacher could wait no longer as he allowed his 
erection to surge up into her adolescent slit. 
"Heeeaannhhh!" Sally whined as the big man jammed his 
penis into her. Her pelvis rotated downward, and her 
hands went to his waist, instinctively trying to push 
him off of her, but the 90 pound 13- year old was no 
match for the 200 plus, 6-foot man. Her hands pushed at 
him uselessly but could not prevent him from stuffing 
her hairless cunt with his cock. She felt his full 
weight hit her as his hips slammed her into the carpet. 
Sally's kind, gentle teacher had become, suddenly, a 
relentless plunderer of her adolescent body. 

Sam was ecstatic. The girl's sheath clasped him with a 
burning, cock-skinning tightness as he plunged into her. 
His cocktip bumped against the hardness of her cervix 
but his thrusting tool mercilessly pushed past it until 
he was imbedded to the root of his cock in her 
fantastic, hot young fuckwell. He came down with all his 
weight on her small, cock-skewered frame and, for a 
brief moment, was motionless. 

The little teen was crushed by her teacher's heavy 
weight but she was unaware of it. She whimpered softly, 
her face pressed into his hairy chest, but all she was 
aware of was the maelstrom of sensations that engulfed 
her adolescent loins. It wasn't pain, not exactly. It 
was a feeling of pressure, an intense, incredible 
pressure that made her feel like she was going to be 
split asunder by the man's mammoth pole. However, during 
the brief period that his heavy weight covered her, the 
pressure seemed to lessen, leaving a feeling of fullness 
that was strangely satisfying. 

Regaining his sanity somewhat, Sam raised his upper body 
from his lovely, young prey and slipped a hand between 
their closely meshed bodies. He pulled about half of his 
cock out of the hot passage and began to massage her 
hard, little clit. 

"Are you OK, Sally? Did I hurt you?" he asked in a soft, 
solicitous voice. "I'm sorry --you're so lovely --so 
wonderful --I lost control." 

"Yeh --no --I guess so, Mr. Slade. You're so big --so 
big in me --it kinda scared me." She raised her head to 
look down at the source of sensation and, when he moved 
his hand out of the way, she reached down timidly to 
feel his thick cock with her fingers, feel it entering 
her hairless slit, and feel his rigid tool filling her 
smooth flesh. His penis felt huge where it entered her 
small body and she marvelled proudly that she was 
accommodating it without real pain. 

Sam studied the young beauty lying beneath him, her dark 
hair framing her pretty face, her red lips slightly 
parted, as she looked first at where she was joined to 
the big man, then submissively up at his face. A feeling 
of shame and guilt washed over him as the enormous 
immorality of what he was doing pierced his conscience. 
Then Sally's cock-stuffed, young body shuddered and her 
tight, soft-fleshed sheath involuntarily massaged his 
tool, washing away his shame and guilt in a flood of 
licentious craving. 

Slowly, Sam pushed deeper again into the girl's vise-
like passage, feeling his cock once again bumping her 
cervix and watching the young girl's face for signs of 
discomfort. Her pretty mouth formed a red circle when 
her bottomed out and then, as he slowly withdrew, she 
uttered a whimpering as her lips twisted in a sexy 
grimace. 

"Are you OK, Sally? Am I hurting you?" 

"Nah --No, Mr. Slade. It feels --Aahhh --it's OK." 

Sam began then to fuck his little 13-year-old student. 
Her tight passage clung to his cock so tightly that, at 
first, her pelvis was pulled up with his withdrawal, the 
pink, inner vaginal flesh extruding around the thickly 
veined fucktool, then rolling inward when he pushed back 
in and her lush bottom was pressed firmly to the floor. 
His fleeting conscience pangs had taken the edge off his 
lust and he was able to take time to savour the obscene 
delight of possessing this enchanting youngster. 

Sally had her head raised so that she could continue to 
watch what was happening to her little body. The penis 
thrusting slowly inside her was so large that she could 
feel how it pushed up into her vagina and distended her 
when it hit her cervix. 

"It's... It's... BIG! I feel it way up in me," she 
exclaimed softly, marvelling that she was taking her 
teacher's long, thick cock all the way up into her body. 
Then, as the big man shifted higher over her, the hard 
shaft began to slide over her pulsating clitoris, 
sending hot thrills surging through her juvenile loins. 

A burning hunger suffused her lower body and the hot-
blooded teenager instinctively tilted her hips, seeking 
a release from her libidinous need. 

The unprincipled schoolteacher sensed, then felt his 
young student's response. He increased the tempo of his 
thrusts as her short, plump legs rose to clasp his hips. 
The firm-fleshed girl began to quiver with her building 
orgasm. He watched her small breasts rise and fall as 
her breathing became more rapid. He saw the flush start 
in her neck and work down into her chest. He saw felt 
her knees moving in and out slightly with each stroke of 
his cock in her hotly clinging pussy and he felt the 
beginning of his own climax. 

All Sally's concentration was now on the cock-filled 
area between her legs. She started to move her bottom in 
rhythm with her teacher's strokes, instinctively 
grinding her pelvis against his hard fucktool to 
stimulate her throbbing cum-trigger. Suddenly, the 
teenager's world went pure white. The orgasm hit her. 
Her body went totally rigid, her small arms wrapped 
around the man in a vise like grip, her short legs 
thrust straight out on either side of her teacher's 
plunging hips and she uttered a soft wail of release. 

"Haannhhh --aahhnnnhhhh," Sally's breath exploded in 
long, whimpering sighs of completion as her nubile frame 
was wracked by a succession of hot waves and she jerked 
spasmodically around the impaling cock-stake. Her nails 
raked her teacher's back and her arms fell loosely to 
her sides. 

Sam felt it all. Her hot, juicy vagina, which was tight 
before, became a massaging vise, the little muscles 
alternately pushing and sucking the giant member insider 
her. Her stomach muscles spasmed, pushing down on her 
uterus and cervix, massaging the head of the penis that 
was rammed up hard against them. He had never felt such 
action in his wife's or any other's receptacle and he 
stiffened as his own explosion began. 

The feel of this little, 13-year-old sexpot sucking his 
huge cock with her tight, hairless pussy sent him over 
the edge. His cock, already huge in the little teenager, 
swelled and filled her to the limit. His hot white cum 
blasted from the tip and up into her spasming sheaths as 
he ground his coarse pubic hair against the smooth lips 
of her clean-shaven pussy. He felt the wetness as he 
filled her young body with his semen and exulted with 
obscene, lecherous pleasure as he saw the girl fall back 
beneath him, sated. 

Sally felt Mr. Slade's cock expand in her and, through 
her own convulsions, she felt him jerk against her. She 
felt the hot sperm explode into her tortured passage as 
he bucked his body into hers with short, fierce thrusts. 
Feeling the immense cock inside her expand intensified 
her own orgasm and she lay there in blissful completion. 

Sam continued to fuck his little pupil, pumping the last 
of his gism into her. His cock tingled in the grip of 
her tight cunt. The spasms in her little pussy slowly 
faded away as her orgasm waned and she too came back to 
the real world. 
As he looked down at the girl lying open beneath him, 
her heavy-lidded eyes staring blankly up at him, Sam was 
filled with post-coital remorse. What had he done? My 
God! He was no better than a pedophile. He had seduced 
this ingenuous youngster, this schoolgirl who had 
trusted her teacher. 

"Oh Wow, Mr. Slade," the girl murmured breathlessly. "I 
never --like --got so hot." And she smiled prettily, not 
at all like a ravished victim. "Uncle Ben never --like -
-never did it in me --he always used a condom." Her face 
clouded over with an expression of concern. "He said --
like --he said it could make me have a baby, Mr. Slade? 
You didn't, did you? Make me pregnant?" 

"No, Sally. You'll be OK," Sam replied with more 
confidence than he felt. God. What if he'd knocked her 
up?" He pulled out of her snugly clasping passage, a 
little gurgle sounding wetly from it as he vacated the 
cum-flooded channel, a dribble of creamy semen trickling 
from the hairless crevice and confirming the reason for 
concern. "Did you like it?" 

"Oh yeah, Mr. Slade. It was fab. But we better use a 
condom, next time."

There would never be a next time, Sam thought, as he 
helped the cute youngster to her feet. It had been a 
mind-blowing experience but he somehow longed for the 
comfortable, mature fullness of his wife's buxom body. 
And then he felt sick with disappointment as he 
remembered his wife servicing that big-cocked bastard, 
Rick Adams. 

*

Why had she done it? How could she make up for it? 
Shelly lay silently beside her sleeping husband. She 
hadn't been fair to him. For six years he'd given her 
all the sex she wanted, maybe even more than she wanted. 
It was only in the last year that she'd felt like she 
was being short-changed. Was it her fault?

It seemed to begin about the time she became friends 
with Ellen and had taken to heart the feminist's claim 
that women were oppressed. Since then Shelly had made 
sure that she got equal treatment, or better, and she 
demanded that Sam did his share of work. Of course he 
probably always had but she kind of liked bossing him 
around. He never fought back but the frequency of their 
lovemaking got less and less and then he began having 
problems. 

That afternoon he'd had another appointment with his 
doctor. What would Doctor Riley have said if he'd told 
him that he had no problem getting it up and keeping it 
up with a 13-year old? When Sam told him, more or less 
truthfully that he couldn't get it up for his wife, the 
doctor had given him a prescription and a box of 
hypodermic needles. 

"Fill it to the 5 and that should keep you hard for two 
hours. If it's longer, take one of these pills. If it's 
less than you want, next time fill it to 6 or 7. And 
don't use it more than every second day. Good luck, 
Sam." 

He'd been rock-hard for a bit more than the two hours 
suggested by the doctor. And, right away, he'd felt a 
great tingling in his tool. Even though he'd been 
drained after his but with the little teenager, only two 
hours earlier, he was more than ready to go again. But 
he hadn't. And now he was lying awake beside his 
faithless spouse.

His limp cock burned, sore from being so tightly 
compressed by Sally's 13-year-old cunt. It was great but 
he could never do that again. It was wrong. And, 
especially, it was dangerous. He could go to jail for 
it. He wasn't as long as her lover but Sam wondered how 
she'd react to two hours of continuous banging. Not 
tonight but maybe tomorrow, he'd find out. Somehow he 
wanted to make her regret her obscene dalliance. 


Will Shelly really change? Should she? Will Sam remain 
married to her. Should he? Will he prey on young Sally's
classmates? Should he? What do you think? 

joemoose@altavista.com 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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