Hungry Wife
by Robert Vickers


FOREWORD 

One of mankind's most basic, most important institutions is marriage. 

Yet today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at 
best, seemingly in a state of near-collapse at worst. The malaise chiefly 
affects couples in their late twenties and early thirties, products of the 
post-World War II baby boom, growing up during the Korean War and the dozen 
years of involvement in Vietnam, their disintegrating relationships a 
reflection of unstable times. 

HUNGRY WIFE is the story of one couple, Carole and Larry Bennet, who are 
young, attractive and successful to all outward appearances, yet are unable 
to communicate at the most basic level. As a result, Carole is driven to 
seek a false kind of love in the arms of others, degrading herself and yet 
reveling in that very degradation, straining her tenuous marital 
relationship to the breaking point. 

Carole and Larry are products of an uncaring society, and examples of an 
affliction that plagues many American marriages. 

 The Publisher 


Chapter One 

"It's getting hard. Go on. Suck some more on it, honey. " 

Larry couldn't see the grimace on Carole's face as she tugged a little bit 
at the man's cock. It was still half-limp, hardly what she could use for a 
full, all-out fucking. She dropped her face to the cock again and started 
licking it. Her tongue raced up one side and down the other. Rough; wet and 
pink, that tongue sought out all the right spots to lightly brush, to press, 
to caress, to stroke. 

She was expert at giving head. 

Taking the entire end of his prick into her dank, humid mouth, she started 
to suck. The pressure mounted on the tip of the man's pecker until he was 
writhing around on the bed. His ass crinkled up the fresh sheets and made a 
shambles out of her carefully made bed. She. tried to push that out of her 
mind. All that she was supposed to be doing now was giving the man a blowjob 
and, when he was good and hard, they would fuck. 

Like always. 

And, like always, it wouldn't be all that ex6iting for Carole. Sure, she 
tried but it never quite reached the intensity she'd felt when they'd been 
engaged. She remembered with fondness the sneaking out to go to some lover's 
lane and the frantic fucking in the backseat of Larry's car. It had been a 
'59 Ford. She could remember the lumps in the backseat and the single spring 
that leaped out and poked at her when it was least expected. 

It hadn't been all that fantastic a lovemaking, but it had gusto. It had a 
spontaneity that was lacking now. She couldn't really put her finger on why 
the tucking wasn't the thrill it used to. be. Maybe she'd been at it too 
long. Maybe she should have become a nun as she'd once thought, she would 
when she was a young girl. 

Carole shook her head and knew that wasn't the answer. Larry was the reason 
she didn't like sex any more. He was always the same. Never any change. The 
same old position. He enjoyed being on top. Period. Every time they fucked 
it was like an instant replay of the last time. 

And, as always, the instant replay exactly duplicated all the plays. She 
never quite enjoyed it. Sometimes she would get to the edge of coming, but 
Larry would blow his wad then and come in her grasping pussy and then roll 
over and go to sleep. How she hated hearing him snore! It was always worst 
just after he had plugged her she could no longer call it making love. He'd 
fuck her a few fast times and get her all revved up, he'd come, then he'd go 
to sleep and leave her awake and worried that something was wrong with her. 

Carole blamed herself. Larry's sex drive hadn't diminished but it seemed to 
her his skill at fucking had. Or maybe she was a little more sophisticated 
now than when she'd been a kid fucking in the backseat of her boyfriend's 
car. She expected more and when she didn't get it, she felt uneasy, hurt, 
even guilty that she might be turning into a frigid woman. 

Frigid. 

The scare word of the '70s. During the '50s it had been Commie. During the 
'60s it had changed to nigger. Now it was frigid. Any woman who didn't 
immediately respond when a man's prick drove hard and fast into her tender 
cunt was frigid. 

"Ummm, God, Carole, your mouth feels fabulous. Keep licking," he told her. 
She almost dropped the hairy little bag containing his balls and told him to 
shove it. But Larry wouldn't understand. When he wanted to fuck, they 
fucked. When she felt like it, they might or might not. And always when he 
felt like it and she didn't they screwed. Those were the unwritten laws. 

"Want me to suck on your cock some more?" Her voice was listless but Larry 
didn't notice. Her mouth love was giving him too much pleasure for that When 
he got hot and hard, nothing penetrated his brain except the erotic messages 
from his cock. 

"Yeah, suck harder this time. Give me all you've got!" 

She gave it to him. 

Her tongue looped put and around the most sensitive portion of his cock. 
Carole, had learned all the right moves a long time ago. She knew how to 
make his half-alive cock into a real fucking tool. She sucked a little bit 
more on the purple knob at the end of his cock. The pulsing shaft throbbed 
with new life. She started face fucking herself. The man groaned louder and 
then started shoving his hips into her face. 

She took every stab with the rolling motion she had developed over the 
years. It was one of the few things she felt any sense of achievement in. 
She could tease his prick harder and harder and then, just at the right 
moment, her head, would bob forward and she would Let the rubbery tip of his 
cock bounce off the roof of her mouth and go sailing down her throat. 

She took a couple quick breaths and then shoved her face forward. The cock 
shot past her tonsils and lodged firmly in her throat. She swallowed hard a 
couple of times to give the man s prick a tiny massage. Her throat bobbed up 
and down across the most sensitive portion of his prick. The underside would 
begin to fill with more and more of his excited blood. She could feel his 
cock growing as it stayed in its warm, snug berth in her throat. 

No longer able to hold her breath, and having her throat blocked with the 
meaty shaft of his cock, she moved her head back. His cock slipped from 
between her ruby lips. 

The man protested. "My cock's getting cold out there. Get those legs of 
yours spread wide. I'm gonna get aboard and ride. " She felt him move her 
along the clean white sheets with a powerful surge of his shoulder muscles. 
Nothing subtle about Larry. When she was stretched full length on the bed, 
he rolled between her legs. His hand went down between her thighs and 
prodded them open. 

To be perverse, she resisted. Let him work a bit at it this time. His prick 
shoved insistently along the insides of her tender, smooth thighs. She 
sighed and felt her legs drifting open of their own accord. She enjoyed 
fucking. She just never got off on it like she once did. 

"That's right, baby, open up. Here comes the old battering ram of cock 
flesh. " He moved with a swift, sure motion. His cock sailed up to the gates 
of her pussy like a torpedo shot from a submarine. 

He stopped for a moment, as if to let her appreciate the nearness of his 
cock. The heat boiled from her pussy. The cunt lips fluttered and rippled as 
if in a high wind. He parted the love-juice-drenched cunt lips with a quick 
motion that sent his cock an inch up her cunt hole. 

The woman tensed and clawed at his shoulders. The man smiled. She was 
responding to the fucking already. She was a hot bitch. He loved fucking her 
because she always responded so nicely when he drove that steely hard spike 
of cock all the way up into her juicy twat. 

"More," she moaned softly, "give me all you've got. " "All I've got? All of 
what?" he demanded. "What do you want from me? Tell me! Tell me right now!" 
He gave his prick a little twitch to emphasize the words. 

"Your cock, damn you,"' she sobbed. 'Fuck me good. Get on and ride me, ride 
me hard!" 

He almost laughed. This was the way it was supposed to be. A woman wantonly 
spreading her legs for him after sucking him hard. His prick inching up into 
her cunt, slow and sure and unstoppable. When he got all the way up to his 
balls, he'd change his tactics and pull out. Then he'd fuck the living hell 
oat of her hungry cunt. 

The woman lifted her legs and felt the prick sink another couple inches up 
into her belly. She sighed with anticipation. Although she knew she probably 
wouldn't get her rocks off tonight why should it be any different than last 
night or any of a hundred other nights when they'd screwed she was still 
able to enjoy the feel of hot manmeat pressing lustfully against her still 
tight cunt walls. 

"Here it comes!" he warned. 

She shrieked with joy as he rammed himself balls deep into her. But she knew 
what would happen next. It was like reading a book for the thousandth time 
or seeing summer reruns on television. He rolled his hips around a little 
bit and she enjoyed the hell out of it. 

The skin around her snatch tightened up with the entry of his cock all the 
way up into her pussy. This made her cut stand rigidly at attention. His 
pubic hair dragged over the tip of the sensitive little organ. The pea-sized 
clit sang a song of carnal joy. The man kept grinding his bush into her 
snatch until he got tired of it. 

She could have spent the rest of the night like this. The woman was turned 
on in a big way by the feel of the heavy, pulsating prick resting inside her 
fuck channel. Her cunt walls gripped down with feverish intensity to hold 
the cock in place. 

It filled her up and made her feel wanted. This was the most secure she 
would feel all night long. She knew it. That was the way it always turned 
out, no matter how good or bad the fucking from here on out. 

"Shit, it's so damned hot in your pussy. How do you do it? Keep yourself so 
tight up the cunt, I mean?" The man grunted the words, almost a ritual with 
him. He thought they would please her. Once they did. She thought he had 
meant it. She practiced for hours tensing and relaxing her muscles to get 
her pussy into fine fucking shape. After she'd had Buddy fourteen years ago, 
she had been terrified that harry would leave her if her pussy grew slack. 

Exercise. Lots of exercise. She practiced holding in her piss. That seemed 
to tense up all the right muscles. It must have worked because Larry had 
begun to compliment her on how he loved fucking her, how fight she felt 
around his surging prick, how juicy her twat became, even more so than 
before Buddy was born. 

She had believed him then. She had been relieved that he still loved her 
after their son's birth. But Larry hadn't changed his line in fourteen 
years. Carole doubted he meant it anymore but it was part of the fucking, 
like sucking on his prick. 

She had enjoyed that, too, once. The smell of a man's musk scent drove her 
wild. She could get all wet and weak just thinking about how a man s prick 
tasted. 

She still got off oh it, but not like before. Everything was according to 
the book. The schedule had to be followed. No deviation from the timing or 
battle plan allowed. They fucked on 

Tuesday, Friday and Saturday nights. And that was it. She could see the 
dates in red on her calendar. They used to mean something special to her. 

No longer. 

She sobbed with real joy as his prick drove in an extra half inch. She felt 
her puffy inner cunt lips lewdly kiss and caress his cock. Then he was 
pulling out of her. She tried to hang onto his retreating prick. Her pussy 
walls collapsed around his cock and she felt every single contour on the 
surface of his virile, throbbingly alive fuck stick. 

She even stopped his with drawl for a moment. Her powerful cunt muscles 
allowed her to feel the broad arrowhead shaped glans through her delicate 
membrane. The sides of his shaft pulsed and throbbed with more life than she 
had felt in a long time. And his balls wetly slapped against her upturned 
ass. 

Her body betrayed her. She was getting hotter and hornier by the second. 
When her cunt began drooling out its Luck fluids, his prick became too 
slippery to hang onto any more. 

It slid easily from her madly clinging cunt walls. 

"God," he panted, "you sure have a tight cunt. So damned tiiiight!" he 
cried. He balanced on his hands, placed on either side of her straining 
body. She looked up into his grey eyes, now almost black in the dim light. 

Once, just once, she wished they could Luck with the lights on. She would 
love to see the play of his powerful muscles as he pistoned in and out of 
her. Reaching down, she put her hands on his firm buttocks; Not much flab on 
him for a middle aged man. Larry kept in shape. She appreciated that; she 
just wished he were more inventive, too. 

His prick slammed into her swollen cunt lips like a battering ram. The 
impact jolted her, rattling her teeth. She softly moaned and begged him for 
more. He expected it. And she got it. 

His prick slipped quickly from her pussy and returned. She shuddered under 
the sudden intrusion. She let her entire body build with the sexual tensions 
of the fucking. His cock ,communicated to her cunt. The heat of the fucking 
was good. She loved it. 

The tiny fires of lust that had been born inside her when his prick first 
bucked and jerked around inside her tight cunt- passage now blazed a little 
higher. Every stroke built the fires up. The fucking tempo mounted and soon 
she was gasping for breath like a fish out of water. She was so close to 
coming. 

It was just inches away. His cock, slamming hard into her cunt. The way her 
blood raced. The cunt lips shivering with desire. Her tits ballooning up, 
filled 'with excited blood. The nipples springing erect with desire. 

So close. Almost ready to come. "Larry, oh sweet Jesus, Larry, keep fucking, 
keep fucking! I neeeeeeed it!" 

He slowed down and stopped, panting. She wanted to cry. The deliciously 
close orgasm eluded her. He had to stop to keep down the fiery tide of his 
own jism. He didn't want to cream inside her like some teenager getting his 
first piece of ass. That was the way he explained it to her. He had to stop 
and rest every now and then. 

Even if it robbed her of her climax. 

"You'll get it, honey. Just wait. Let me get my breath back. God, it's good 
tonight! I can feel you responding like a bitch in heat!" 

She wondered what he knew about a bitch in heat. She wondered what he knew 
about women. Or even her and her own special needs. 

Nothing. 

But he was a great stud. That was one reason she had married him. He could 
fuck with the best of them all night long. 

"Please, Larry, give it all to me now! All of it!" 

"Still afraid of the right words?" he taunted her. "Tell me exactly what you 
want. " She could see the sweat beading his forehead. The man was about 
ready to fuck her again. But the fires of desire were dying down inside her 
cunt. He would have to start all over again and she doubted if this time 
would be any different for her. 

"Your cock!" she pleaded. "I want to feel your cock fucking me. My cunt! I 
want it fucking my cunt! I need it, Larry, oh dear God, how much I really 
need it tonight! I'm going mad without it!" 

She wondered if it were possible to go crazy like this. How many times had 
he pushed her to the edge of her come and then denied it to her? She had 
lost count. The hominess was at the point where she masturbated a dozen 
timer a day and that still wasn't good enough. She wanted a man, any man; to 
get her off with his prick. That was a fulfilling come in some way that 
jacking off with a vibrator wasn't. 

"Here we go again!" 

He started fucking her. She laid back and locked her legs firmly around his 
waist. This pulled him deeper and deeper into her pussy. His hot cock 
touched all the right places along her cunt walls. She felt a new flood of 
her love oils gush from her cunt. The come was almost there. Almost. She 
started shoving her hips to greet his incoming prick. This added to the 
sensations mounting in her belly. 

The sexual tensions were almost at the breaking point for her. A good, hard, 
satisfying orgasm was almost hers. 

He came. 

His jism blasted hot and thick into her taint. The greedy cavity sucked 
every single drop of jizz from his cock. She could feel her pussy walls 
clamping down on his, hidden fuck stick and the gallons and gallons of his 
sperm and semen whitewashing her walls. 

But she didn't get off. She had to have even more of his hard, steely hot 
prick. The prick that was inside her cunt and now beginning to deflate like 
a balloon pricked with a pin. 

"No, oh, nooooo!" she cried out. 

She was robbed again. His cock was slipping, limp as a piece of cooked 
spaghetti, from her cunt. But he mistook her cries of frustration and rage 
for a climax. 

He rolled over and put one arm around her tits to pull her close. The touch 
on her turgid nipples was almost painful. 

"It was good, wasn't it, honey?" "Yeah, Larry, it was good. As good as it 
ever was. " That satisfied him and, in a few minutes, the man was loudly 
snoring. 

Carole Bennet lay awake staring at the ceiling for over an hour, unshed 
tears at the corners of her eyes. She didn't know what to do. She might cry. 
Or she might kill herself. 

Or she might kill Larry. 

She ended up falling into a fitful, dream wracked sleep that was worse than 
no sleep at all. 

 Chapter Two 

Carole rose and left Larry asleep in bed. She had bloodshot eyes and it took 
a half dozen drops of eyewash to clear up the redness. She felt lousy and 
her pussy ached. It had a hollow, empty feeling that was becoming all to 
familiar to the woman. She wanted something more substantial, than her 
middle finger, but that was all she had. 

She stepped into the shower and finger fucked herself vigorously. This 
brought her up to the point of climax, but it wasn't quite good enough. She 
knew from long practice exactly what to do. She turned on the water until it 
was right at blood temperature. 

All she could feel was the wetness and the gushing force of the water. It 
might not have existed save for the power of its blast from the nozzle. She 
stood, legs spread wide apart, so the water could flow over her snatch. Her 
brown pussy fur quickly matted down and the water trickled across her 
aroused cunt lips. 

She moaned loudly and then bit back an exclamation as she felt the water 
drive, needle sharp, into her erect clitoris. The tiny organ had poked its 
pointy head up to take a look around. The action all around it pleased the 
center of her arousal. She ran her finger over the cit a few times. The 
lightning blasts of desire racing along her nerves almost made her come. 

"I need it so baaaaadly," she sighed. "I want more than this. But this is 
better than what I'm getting. So niiiice!" 

The water caressed her cit in ways softer and m6re subtle than her finger 
ever could. She felt the power of her come mounting inside her belly. The 
sexual tensions were released with a powerful surge as she came. 

The top of her head lifted off. She gasped like a fish out of water. The 
sledgehammer blows to her body rocked her and made her tense all over. She 
felt her boobs vowing as her excited heart pumped faster and faster. Her cit 
even grew. As she pressed her finger into it to stroke around the base, she 
came again. 

This time was even more intense. Her finger drove all the way up into her 
well-greased cunt. The finger whirled around inside, touching all the 
slippery walls, and then moved in and out with a speed that no prick could 
match. She came again. 

And again and again and still one more time. 

Exhausted, ashamed of herself for having to get off in this private, 
non-social way, she finished her shower and toweled off. Carole wondered 
what was wrong with her. She couldn't get off on a normal flicking by her 
husband. It had to be her. He hadn't changed a single thing he did in the 
past fourteen years. 

Resigned to her frigid fate, she dressed in her housecoat and went to 
prepare breakfast. Buddy would be up and away to school soon. 

She greeted her son, a lump forming in her throat when she saw how much the 
fourteen year old looked like this father. 

"Big day today, Morn," he said, wolfing down his breakfast. "Trying out for 
the school football team. " "Football? Aren't you a little young? That 
should be for the juniors and seniors, not the kids in junior high. " "Aw, I 
don't think I'll make it. But I want to see all the cheerleaders!" He 
finished off the last of his eggs and rushed out the door with a fleeting, 
"See ya tonight!" 

She sighed. How fast they grew up. Maybe it was the tempo of society. Or 
maybe all kids started noticing the opposite sex by the time they were 
fourteen. She found it hard remembering back eighteen years to how it was 
like to be a teenager and fourteen again. 

"Morning," said Larry, wobbling into the dining room. "God, I slept like a 
log. Fucking always does that to me. A good way of getting a good night's 
sleep, huh?" She agreed. She always did. This was like part of a bad movie. 
She could predict every line that he'd say. 

"Why can't we do it differently, just once?" she said, surprising herself 
with the request. "Maybe with the lights on. I love seeing your prick go 
between my cunt lips. I mean see it as well as feel it. 

Or maybe you could change positions. Experiment a little bit. " The shocked 
look on Larry's face told her she had offended him. Suddenly, she didn't 
care. She pressed on. "Why can't we be more spontaneous? Fuck when we feel 
like it rather than waiting till the calendar tells us it's the right day 
for balling?" "What's got into you, Carole?" he asked, his voice pained. 
"Isn't it any good any more?" She wanted to tell him their fucking stunk, 
that she got no pleasure at all from it, but she had been faking orgasm so 
long, it wasn't possible. He wouldn't have believed her. 

She shook her head, saying, "I don't know. It's just not as good as it was. 
When we were first married. " "We've aged a bit. We should be enjoying it 
more. I am," Larry said truthfully. "What do you want? Maybe a little cock 
right now,, huh?" He came up behind his wife and lifted her housecoat. Her 
slim legs gleamed whitely in the light. His hands stroked upwards and along 
the smooth curves of her asscheeks. He pressed in lovingly and let his 
fingers glide between her legs. He moved his hands along the perky ass until 
he could dive between the meaty slabs into the humid canyon he found. She 
moved away from him a little. He followed her every movement. 

"Please, Larry, don't. " "Ummm, I like this. Don't you?" His hand stroked 
along the woman's cunt lips. He felt her gash part for it probing fingers. 
He felt wetness, a sure sign she was turned on. His fingers curled a little 
and . laced themselves though the thick mat of her pussy fur. He pulled a 
little spire of bush into a spire and teased it. She sighed and he abandoned 
. that as not being enough of a turn-on for her.. 

He dipped into her cunt hole and found it more than a little damp. His 
fingers came out covered with her inner juices. He started fucking her with 
his finger. 

"You like that? 'Bend forward and let me get your housecoat hiked up. I'm 
going to fuck you over the Stove. " "From behind?" she asked, a tremor of 
anticipation in her voice. 

"Sure, why not?" He probed deeper and thought he felt her pussy walls give a 
little earthquake of desire for his prick. He'd find out moan enough. 

Much to his surprise, she twisted and pulled away from him. She pushed down 
her housecoat and said in a tired voice, "Not right now. What do you want 
for breakfast?" "You!" 

"I'm not on the menu. You can have eggs or cereal. We tan out of bacon 
yesterday. I'll have to go to the grocery and get some more after the PTA 
meeting. " "Fuck the PTA meeting. I thought you wanted to ball! You were 
wet," he accused. "You wanted it. Why did you decide to stop me!" 

His prick pressed hard into his pants and tented the material at his crotch. 
It wasn't enough to be painful, but it annoyed him. She had asked for a good 
fucking and he was ready to give it. And then she turned him off like a 
water spigot. Women. Who could figure them out? "I've got to get to school 
fax the PTA meeting," she repeated. "And I wasn't damp from wanting you. I 
just didn't dry off well after my shower. " Carole wasn't sure if she was 
lying or not. Her tired body refused to give her any clues as to the source 
of the moisture he'd felt. If she'd thought there was a chance in hell she 
could have gotten one big orgasm out of the fucking, she'd have done it. 
Even if he'd humped into a dry hole, she would have gone along. But it would 
have ended up the same as all their fucking. 

He'd come and she wouldn't. 

Larry finished his breakfast and left without saying another word. Carole 
was glad to be rid of him for the day. Besides, she had her PTA meeting to 
attend. 

so the outbreaks of violence in the school will be curtailed by the use of 
uniformed police officers patrolling the halls. We don't like this any more 
than you, the parents, do but these are turbulent times and strong measures 
are needed to stop the violence against other students. And to teachers," 
the principal added. 

Carole tried to keep from yawning. Alex Hansen was a boring speaker, even on 
a subject which should have aroused her ire. But still, this was better than 
sitting around home all day watching the gushy soap operas. 

She tried to concentrate on what the principal was saying when she felt what 
she thought was a bug crawling around her ankle. Carole kicked a little to 
dislodge, the crawling insect. It stayed firmly on her ankle and moved up 
her leg a bit more. 

Irritated, not liking bugs at all, she reached down to pluck the insect off 
and crush it under her heel. She was surprised to find the bug disappear. as 
if it knew what she was going to do. She looked down and saw nothing but her 
trim ankle and slender calf. Shrugging it off, Carole tried to pay attention 
to the principal again. 

And again came the bug. 

It slithered around her ankle and rapidly moved up the inside of her leg. 
When it got to her knee, she yelped. It wasn't any bug that could grab hold 
of her knee like that. 

She looked down again and this time saw a man's hand. He was rhythmically 
squeezing her knee and stroking along the smooth flesh of her calf. She 
started to say something but shut up quickly. This wasn't the type of thing 
you blurted out for God and everyone to hear. 

This was a PTA meeting. She was surrounded by lots of gossipy neighbors and 
all her son's teachers. How could she possibly yell out, "Will whoever is 
trying to cop a feel please stop?" It wasn't done that way. Besides, she 
liked the feel of a man's hand tormenting her in this way. It was sexy and 
unexpected. In the condition she was in, it was almost predictable that her 
pussy was getting damp from the thought of where this might lead. 

She closed her eyes and imagined the man attached to the hand around her 
waist. And the man attached to the arm surprising her and actually fucking 
her. Carole liked the little fantasy even if she knew it wasn't going to 
come true. She was in the back row of the auditorium and in front of her 
were almost two hundred parents and teachers called for this special 
meeting. What man would dare do anything with a potential audience like 
this? Still, the thought amused her and made her just a little bit hotter 
than she might have gotten otherwise. The itchy feeling in her pussy grew 
and she sighed, slipping down a little in her hard folding chair. 

It was as if the person stroking along the inside of her leg knew what she 
was thinking. The hand worked its way slowly up to her thighs. Gentle 
strokes, hard pressures, probing fingers. She gasped when the tips of the 
fingers brushed across her panty-clad crotch. This wasn't enough for the 
fingers. They worked their way up under the elastic leg band of her panties 
and wormed, through the moist jungle of her tangled pussy fur. 

"Stop that!" she hissed, not even knowing who she was talking to. "You can't 
do that in public!" 

"I can't?" came back the laughing answer. "I guess I'll have to do something 
else, then. " "Who are you?" "An admirer. More than an admirer. Someone who 
thinks you're they sexiest, most beautiful woman in the whole world. And 
someone who won't be able to sleep nights unless he has you!" 

"Bull shit," she said under her voice, but secretly she was pleased. 
Somebody was going to a lot of trouble and risk to do this. She had to be 
aroused and thrilled with the attention and she was. 

She gasped when the fingers started working off her panties. She looked 
around in panic. No one seemed to notice her or what was going on. She 
involuntarily raised her hips. This was all the opportunity needed to slide 
the panties from her flaring ass. Her panties ended up around her ankles. 

She was naked under her dress. And only she and the man undressing her knew 
it. The thrill of this secret, shared knowledge made her cunt drool 
obscenely. No matter how much she tried to quell the rising tide of passion 
inside her, she couldn't do it. 

This was all so unexpected, so delightful, she didn't really want to do any 
such thing. 

"Ummm, nice and wet and ready," came the voice from behind her. She craned 
her neck around to see who was doing this wonderful thing to her pussy. She 
was just a little bit late. The man was worming under the chair with the 
agility of a trained athlete. 

She turned her attention back forward and saw her son's science teacher 
crouching between her legs, his fingers gleaming with her cunt juices. 

"Mr. Burton!" she cried out. 

He put the finger to his lips to caution her to silence. As the 
cunt-juice-soaked finger touched his lips, he smiled. Then he stuck the 
finger into his mouth and licked it clean. The expression on his face as he 
tasted her pussy sauce was one of total carnal arousal. 

"Call me Michael," he told her. "After all, I'm going to eat your pussy and 
we shouldn't be so formal. " "You're going to what? Now, really, th- 
Ohhhhhhh!" 

His hands went around her and gripped firmly on her buttocks. He lifted, 
slid her forward on the seat so that her legs draped over his shoulders, and 
her cunt slipped directly up to his face. His tongue shot out and parted the 
damp pussy lips. 

She went wild with the feel of his rough, pink tongue probing deeply into 
her twat. The woman had never felt anything this exciting in all her life. 
She had had her pussy eaten out a lot of times, even though Larry didn't 
much like doing it for some reason, but nothing had g her the sexual thrill 
that this sudden move had. 

Carole tried to figure out why she was allowing her son's science teacher to 
do this. 

Then she realized [the full truth. She was bored with her husband. Larry 
always did the same old thing over and over. He was a fucking robot. He had 
no imagination. Larry would never once think of feeling her up in public, 
much less crawling between her legs and tongue fucking her. 

The sensations in her cunt were nice but the idea that a man would take the 
risk to do this just to eat her pussy was stimulating. The woman sighed 
loudly and wiggled a little in the seat so that Michael could get his mouth 
firmly fixed over her flowing gash. He dragged his tongue up and- down the 
blue-tinged cunt lips until she was trembling as if she had a fever. 

And she did. The fever of flicking. 

She wanted more than his tongue up her cunt. She realized it wasn't 
possible, not here at school, but she still irrationally wanted it. His 
mouth moved hotly over her most sensitive parts and he was pushing her 
passions to the breaking point. 

The woman couldn't remember the last time a man had given her an orgasm. It 
was buried in the long dead ruins of what' had been her sex life. She wanted 
to enjoy the strange sensations as long as she could. The wet, slithery 
tongue parted her puffy pussy lips and prodded into her cit. She thought the 
roof was coming off. 

She gasped hard and clutched the metal seats on either side of her to keep 
down the rising tide of her passion. She failed. She came. The woman almost 
choked trying to keep from crying out. She made tiny, trapped animal noises 
deep in her throat which attracted attention from a small cluster of parents 
a couple of rows in front of her. She smiled wanly and shrugged casually . 
to allay their curiosity. 

She hoped it worked. Because of the tongue inside her pussy, stroking back 
and forth with the regularity of a metronome, her voice was totally gone. 
All she could do was grunt and moan softly. 

She could never explain, to anyone why she was crying out and thrashing 
around like a beached whale. 

"Stop it this instant!" she managed to whisper. Her voice was husky with the 
promise of fucking. 

"Why?" came the muffled question from high up under her skirt, She almost 
laughed at the sight. It looked as if she were pregnant. The man's head 
bulged - up between her legs in an unsightly way. But she didn't mind that 
at all. It was sexy. 

"Not in public! Let's go somewhere more private. " "I like it here. " Before 
she could carry on her conversation with the man whose head was buried so 
far up under her dress, she saw a couple of other teachers walk in at the 
back of the auditorium. She hastily moved her coat so that Michael's body 
would be partially hidden. There wasn't much she could do about the ungainly 
position she sat in. Her legs were hooked over the man's shoulders. 

The teachers walked Qn down toward the front.. Carole sighed in relief. They 
had to attend so they intended to be where the principal could see them. 
that was good, as good as the tongue flicking her tight little cunt. 

"Ummm, this is tasty. You have a great little curt, but then I knew you 
would. It always seemed that you would. " The voice was muffled by the thick 
mound of pussy fur and his desire to drive his tongue faster and deeper into 
her cunt. 

When he began working around the rim of her cunt lips again, she came. There 
wasn't any way she could hold back the incredible tide of her desirer His 
tongue quickly flicked the tiny spire of her cunt and sent carnal 
electricity volting throughout her body. This was the trigger she needed for 
the pent up sexual energies she had been accumulating for so long. 

She soared, she sailed, she moaned, she came heavily. 

"Not so loud," cautioned Michael. "You want the others to hear what's going 
on?" His voice was teasing, even tormenting. 

"I don't care! I want you!" 

"And I want you. Let's split and see if we both can't get what we want. To 
the projection booth at the back of the auditorium. It's empty right now and 
I can show you how some of the teachers spend their lunch hours. " 
"Fucking?" she asked, frightened at the intensity of her own passion for 
this man. 

"That, too. But there's a bit more in the projection booth. Come on up and 
we'll share it. " With a smooth movement, he left her cunt crying for more. 
He stood, licked his lips to clean them of her pussy juices, then smiled 
broadly. Carole looked up at his broad back as he walked away. She wondered 
why she had never really noticed how handsome he was before. 

Maybe it was because he had never eaten her cunt before. 

 Chapter Three 

Carole tried to straighten her dress the best she could. The wrinkles were 
instantly apparent to anyone looking at her. She just hoped it wouldn't be 
obvious why her dress was wrinkled. Then she laughed aloud. Who in their 
right mind would ever guess the wrinkles had shown up because a man. had 
stuffed his head under her skirt and eaten her 

~PAGE out? No one. The idea was too preposterous to even consider. 

She had trouble coming to grips with the idea herself. She had coasted along 
sexually for so long with Larry that finding a new man in her life scared 
her a little bit. Carole wasn't sure what she should do. Michael Burton had 
done just the right thing to intrigue her, to get her hot, to make her 
follow along to the next stop on this magical, wondrous sex tour. 

But being eaten out almost in public was a lot different from allowing the 
man to fuck her. In spite of her lack of shining sex life, she was faithful 
to Larry. Sometimes Carole didn't understand why, but she was. Fooling 
around wasn't right. Her church said it was a mortal sin and she could burn 
in Hell for it. She doubted that, but the training was still there inside 
her head. 

She turned at the door of the auditorium and saw Alex Hansen, the principal, 
still lecturing about drugs and violence in the school. Carole shook her 
head and wondered what the man thought of his teachers going out and fucking 
unsuspecting parents. 

For that matter, she wondered what she thought about it. She was too 
confused to really get a good grip on a clever idea. Carole wiped a spot of 
sweat off her head as she turned and saw the winding stairs leading up into 
the projection booth. The tiny room was designed so that pictures could be 
projected onto a screen behind the principal on stage. When not in use, she 
guessed the room was perfect for illicit affairs. She went up the winding 
staircase to have it out with Michael. She had enjoyed what he'd done 
before, but she couldn't possibly have an affair with him, as much as she 
would like to. She was married and faithful. 

Opening the door of the tiny room, she gasped; She had no idea what he'd 
meant by this being someplace special. The walls were covered with special 
acoustic tiles to soak up the sounds of the running projector. She could 
scream at the top of her lungs and no one would ever hear. For a moment, 
panic seized her. He could rape her up here and no one would ever know. 

Then she calmed down a little. Why should she expect the worst of the man? 
He hadn't seemed the violent type. And he had risked great deal to eat her 
pussy. He could have been fired and would never work again as a teacher. She 
would have been -stared at and nothing more. 

"Come in," he invited. "You're just in time for a little private showing of 
a special feature. " She saw that the windows to the projection booth were 
mirrored. She looked to the back of the booth and saw a wall-sized screen. 
The man could turn on the projector, bounce the picture off the mirrors and 
have it displayed on the back screen. This was both a projection and a 
viewing booth. 

"Some setup. Do you come here often?" 

"Sit down, sit down," he urged. She looked around and didn't see any other 
chair but the one in which Michael sat. She raised her eyebrows slightly and 
motioned to the lack of other chairs. 

"Sit on my lap," he invited. 

"Look, Mr. Burton... " "Michael, please. " "Okay, Michael. I'm a married 
woman and I don't fool around. What you did downstairs was. . . nice. I have 
to admit you took me by surprise. But it can't go on like that. " "I agree," 
he said, surprising her. "It can't go on like that. Because I think we both 
want a lot more than some pussy eating. I'm fairly young and strong and not 
bad looking and I think you haven't been getting enough. You've got that 
look. " "What look?" she snapped. 

"Discontent. Your mind was wandering all over and when you felt my hand on 
your leg, you really perked up. You wanted it. And I think you need a lot 
more than you've gotten so far. So sit down on my lap and watch this little 
movie I've got in the projector. 

She didn't like him being so fight. Did it show? Was she wearing her sexual 
frustration like a mask? Quietly, she dropped her handbag and went to sit on 
Michael's lap. She didn't know where all this would lead but it could only 
be for the best. 

"I'll give you these back later," he said, taking her panties from his 
pocket and showing them to her. "Very nice lace pattern. I like them. " 

She gasped. She had forgotten all about her panties. She would have left 
them on the floor of the auditorium if he hadn't picked them up! She blushed 
furiously. 

"Don't worry about it. With me, everything's cool. Now just sit back and 
watch one of the teacher training films. " He reached past her, his strong 
arm brushing across her tits. She shivered a little bit at the touch and 
watched his powerful. fingers close on the switch. Automatically the lights 
died down in the room and the projector started up. 

She gasped. The picture on the back wall wasn't what she had expected. 

The film was hardly a training film for teachers, not unless the curriculum 
had changed drastically. What she saw was a pornographic movie. She turned 
to protest and felt strong fingers at her waist holding her firmly in 
position. 

Quiet," he hissed, "Watch the action. You'll be quizzed on it later.. 

Carole turned and slumped down a bit on the man slap. This was disgusting. 
And what they were doing on the screen was disgusting, too. She couldn't 
imagine that people would allow such lewd things to be photographed. Yet, 
something began to stir inside her. 

She hadn't realized such a position was possible. The woman in the picture, 
a lovely blonde, was holding onto the back of a chair. The naked man with 
the huge prick moved up behind her and lifted her legs off the floor. 
Holding her legs like the handles on a wheelbarrow, he moved into the vee of 
her crotch. 

His cock was a monster. Carole cringed a little as he drove that prick 
directly into the woman's cunt. 

"Oh, God, yes, fuck me! I needed it so badly. You're such a fucker!" the 
woman on the screen said. And then there wasn't any more dialog. They didn't 
need it. Carole felt herself holding her breath as she watched the man's 
long cock part the pinkly scalloped cunt lips and then plunge deep into the 
woman's pussy. 

She felt herself responding to the pictures on the screen. Her own cunt 
remembered what it was like getting that much cock and all at once. The 
smooth fucking rhythm, the growing sense of tension inside followed by the 
atomic bomb release of orgasm. 

And the position. She wondered how they maintained it. She could see their 
muscles straining as the man fucked the woman. The woman's arms were tensed, 
as was her entire body. 

Michael whispered hotly into her ear, "The straining to keep the position 
makes everything more intense. When she comes, it'll be one hell of a big 
one. " Carole looked in open mouthed awe as soon as she saw the man was 
right. She wondered what it would be like to have a come that powerful. She 
had had some nice ones in the past, but nothing so potent. She felt hands 
working up under her blouse. She tried to push the hands away but something 
prevented it. Her own body was rebelling against her! "Relax and watch the 
film. Enjoy it. And we'll both enjoy each other. I promise it, beautiful 
lady. " She shivered a little as his hands worked off her bra. The snaps 
came loose easily under his deft touch. Larry had never mastered the art of 
getting her out of her bra. She shrugged her shoulders once and found 
herself naked to the waist. In the flickering light cast by the movie, she 
saw her tits standing firm and conical and ready for anything. 

He cupped her boobs with his hands and lifted. She sighed and fell back 
against the man's broad chest. It felt as if he were the first to ever touch 
her tits. She was as excited as a teenaged girl going out on her first date. 
When his fingers closed on her nipples, she almost came. 

The reaction surprised her. Larry had fondled her tits for fifteen years and 
she'd never gotten a thrill like this from it. Michael took her nipples 
between thumb and forefinger and started rolling the hard little nubbins of 
flesh around in circles. She sighed and pressed forward to fill his hands 
with her tit flesh.. 

"You like it, don't you?" he asked, his breath hot in her ear. She didn't 
answer. His tongue began working against her ear. This turned her on in a 
big way. Her ears were sensitive as was the skin around her neck. His tongue 
lightly brushed across the nape of her neck. 

She felt her pussy begin to flow. With her eyes half open, she could see 
everything happening on the screen. The man was stuffing his long, hard 
prick all the way up into the woman's pussy from behind. He was fucking her 
like a bitch in heat. 

A bitch in heat. Just like Carole felt inside! "Fuck me, Michael. I want 
your prick moving back and forth in me just like that!" She pointed weakly 
to the screen. All she could see was a closeup of a cock sliding quickly in 
and out of an agitated pussy. Her own cunt was drooling obscenely in its 
need. 

"Yes, of course I will. Soon, very soon. " His hand began kneading her tits 
as if they were hunks of dough. She sobbed out her need now. He was lighting 
fires in her body she'd thought long dead. No matter how she turned or 
twisted, he was there to give her fresh, new excitement. 

His thumbs pressed down firmly into her nipples, making the hard pebbles of 
flesh vanish in the marshmallowy soft underpinning of titflesh. He started 
rotating her boobs, one clockwise and the other in the opposite direction. 
She thought he was trying to rip them from her chest. And she didn't care. 

The flames of desire blasted down into her lungs. She felt her tits filling 
with more and more blood as her excited heart beat faster and faster. She 
sucked in liquid fire and her throat felt as if it were coated with 
sandpaper. 

Reaching back over her shoulder, she pressed her fingers to his head, 
holding it close to her shell-like ear. She moaned out, "My cunt! Fuck my 
cunt! I need your prick fucking me. I do, I doooooo!" 

His tongue shot bard into her ear, fucking it like a cock fucks a pussy. She 
was putty in his hands. Anything he wanted, she would do unquestioningly. 
She had thought she was sophisticated and a woman of the world. How little 
she really knew of her own body, her own desires. She had been deprived of 
satisfying fucking for too long not to respond to the man's masterful touch. 

She was in a daze as she felt his hands working her skirt up around her 
waist. Her cunt gleamed in the reflected light from the movie screen. She 
glanced down at her pussy and. saw tiny dewdrops of fuck fluid glittering in 
her thick brown bush. She had the wild thought that her pussy was even 
prettier than the one of the actress in the pornographic movie flashing 
across the screen in front of her. 

"It's a lot prettier," said Michael, as if reading her mind. "And. I love it 
even more than any on the screen. " He moved her with assured hands. She 
lifted and put her hands down to the thick bulge in his pants. Running the 
zipper down the track with a metallic hiss, she released his cock. It 
snapped to rigid attention. She sucked in her breath when she saw how huge 
his cock was.. 

"It... it's even bigger than the one that guy has!" she marveled, looking up 
to the screen to compare sizes. She'd thought the actor was well hung, but 
Michael's cock would have pleased any stallion. He was hung like a bull! 
"And it's all yours, if you want it," he teased her. 

"I want it! I want it all in my cunt, fucking me hard!" 

She positioned herself over that long pole of hard manmeat. She guided the 
purpled head until it was pressing against her pussy lips. For a moment, she 
savored the feelings racing through her body. She hardly recognized some of 
them. This was the way fucking should be. She shivered and anticipated. And 
the woman rammed the cock all the way up into her pussy. 

The impact made both of them gasp. She felt the long, hot pole of cock rip 
into her tightly clenched cunt. She hadn't thought he would be this big 
around. Long, sure, but guys with long cocks tended to be thin. Or so she'd 
thought. Michael was huge in circumference as well as in length. He had a 
real pussy pleaser. 

The woman felt robbed of all her strength. She could only sit there, the 
cock pulsating wildly inside the tight confines of her fuck channel. Moving 
a little to one side made the long cock swing around inside her pussy. The 
cunt walls twisted and turned with her movement, making her passions soar. 

"I never thought it would be like this," she moaned. 

The man whispered hotly into her ear, stimulating and sensitizing the 
already aroused flesh even more, "It'll get better. Believe me. It's going 
to be the best fuck ever!" 

She believed him. She peered through half-opened eyes at the screen and the 
movie going through the wild gyrations of a frantic fucking. She knew how 
the actress on the screen felt. She was experiencing the same wildly 
rampaging emotions inside her own body. 

She fried to itemize all the things the teacher was doing to her. She could 
see the couple fucking on the movie screen that made her feel horny just 
seeing it. But his hands were relentlessly stroking and caressing and 
fondling her tits. He knew all the right ways of drawing this fingers across 
the bumpy plains of her aureoles. A quick stab with his fingers pressed 
already taut nipples down into a sea of fine tit flesh. She felt growing 
excitement every time he moved against her tits. 

And then his hot breath on her earlobe was superb. When he began nibbling 
and gnawing on the tiny flap of flesh, she came. The woman tried to hold it 
back, but she couldn't. She'd never realized her ears were this sensitive. 

But maybe it was the combination of things. She had never had a man nibbling 
at her ear while fondling her tits,, while watching a porno movie and while 
having his bucking, virile cock planted a11 the way up her pussy. 

"More," she begged piteously. "I need more of your sweet cock. fuck me as 
hard as you caaaaaaan!" 

He had already begun to lift her up and off his prick. As she said the final 
words of her plaintive demand, he dropped her. The woman's hips came 
rocketing down around the swiftly impaling spike of his cock. He rammed all 
the way up into her tenderly yielding pussy. 

She got the idea. He was sitting in the chair. She was the one who could 
move. She moved. Slowly at first, then with growing confidence. The woman 
felt a surge of freedom that she hadn't felt since she was married. 

She could control her own fucking! She went wild. Her hips flew up and down 
the now well-lubricated shaft of his cock. She felt her cunt walls stretch 
and tremble as they expanded to take the huge girth and length. She fucked 
herself faster. His hands on her tits encouraged her. The sight of what was 
happening on the screen made her feel guilty she wasn't fucking herself fast 
enough. She speeded up. 

For a moment, she worried the man might not like this. But his quick 
squeezes on her tits reassured her. And the way his tongue shot in and out 
of her ear told her all she needed to know. 

He loved this fucking as much as she did. 

Straining, arching her back a little, the brunette fucked herself faster and 
faster until she thought her cunt would burn up with the friction of cock 
against cunt. She came. She came like a ton of bricks falling off a tall 
building. She wanted to stop, to rest, to let the man catch up with her. 

He didn't do it. His hands on her boobs kept her frantically fucking 
herself. She shot up and down like a rocket. The sudden intrusion of his 
cock into her seething pussy was second only to the suction formed by his 
prick as it left. She thought her guts would come out after his prick. But 
they didn't. Only her passions flowed. 

"I can't take any moooooore!" 

"You can. You will!" he told her. 

And she did. 

Her mind refused to comprehend all that was happening to her body. The 
sexual tensions that usually mounted and weren't released had been set free. 
She came and came and came. And his hard fucking prick built up the tensions 
inside her belly again. And released them again. 

She was dazed, her mind numbed by all the fucking. She could only gasp and 
ride his prick harder and harder. She felt the warm, throbbing, prick in her 
pussy expand. She vaguely realized he was going to blast off into her 
sucking cunt at any second. 

She fucked herself even faster. 

When the sweet rush of his jism hit her agitated cunt walls, she got off 
again. She fucked herself as hard as she could on his prick while it was 
still firm and hot against her cunt walls. His hand on her clit set her off 
again. 

Everything conspired to get her off. She soared on the hot winds of orgasm 
until she was drained and weak. 

His prick slowly went limp and slipped from her cunt amid a flow of her own 
fuck juices and his come. 

Never had Carole felt this drained and wonderful after fucking. She had come 
like a string of firecrackers going off. She could hardly believe this had 
happened to her. 

And he said, "I'm sorry. " "For what?" "For coming so soon. But you're a 
real fox and your cunt sort of sucked it out of me. The next time will be 
better. " She didn't believe him. But she should have. The next time they 
fucked, like in the movie, it was the best ever for her. 

CHAFFER FOUR 

Quote sat and thought the rest of the afternoon about what she and Michael 
had done. Adultery. That was the legal word for it. She knew, from her 
religious training, that it was also a mortal sin. But she didn't feel any 
guilt. There was no sense of having violated a law. 

She felt good, damned good. 

She leaned back on the sofa and idly rubbed her well-fucked snatch. It had 
been a long, long time since she'd felt this good after a fucking. The warm 
glow refused to go away. Her insides were still trembling a little from the 
force of the fucking, the furious attention of his cock to her pussy. She 
had needed something like this to prove to herself that she wasn't turning 
into a frigid wife. 

Carole remembered how she had responded to Michael's cock, the fucking, the 
movie he'd shown her. She smiled a little thinking of that hot movie. The 
very idea showing something like that in a public school! But it was kinky 
enough to appeal to her. She had been in a sexual rut for far too long. 
Michael had lifted her out of that rut. He had shown her new ways of doing 
the old things. When he'd eaten her out in plain view of everyone in the 
auditorium, she had been terrified and shocked. 

And turned on. 

When he began showing the dirty movie upstairs in the projection room, she 
had been intrigued enough to sit on his lap. And feel his hands moving with 
sureness across her tits, down to her snatch, onto her cit. She sighed 
deeply remembering the thrill she had gotten when his prick penetrated her 
for the first time. 

Being able to regulate the pace of the fucking had gotten her off more times 
than ever before in the past. Carole hadn't even known she was capable of 
having so many orgasms. 

Heaven alone knew she'd gotten off more times this afternoon than she had in 
the past ten years. 

And Michael had kept her panties. A reminder of a fantastic afternoon, he'd 
said. She had felt sinfully sexy going out to her car and getting in, 
knowing that a breeze might whip her skirt up and reveal her naked secret to 
the entire world. And all the way home, she had slid back and forth across 
the vinyl seat rubbing her naked ass into it. The very idea had made her wet 
in the crotch again. 

He turned her on, her son's science teacher turned her into a real woman 
after years of sexual slavery. She hated herself for being unfaithful to 
Larry, but she couldn't deny herself the pleasures she had received. They 
had set her free of guilt about her own needs, at least for a while. 

"Honey, I'm home!" called Larry. 

"You're; early. Buddy's not even home from school yet," she answered, not 
bothering to get up and give her husband a kiss. That was part of a ritual 
she had participated in for fourteen years. Break out of it. After all, she 
had broken free of it in a big way earlier that clay. 

"Yeah, he said he was trying out for the football team. I think he's too 
young to make it, but it gives the kid a chance to get out and see how the 
big kids play. How was the PTA meeting?" "Different, very different. " She 
sighed, remembering the feel of Michael's hand moving up the inside of her 
thigh and pressing into her snatch.' She almost came just from the memory of 
his fingers poking far up into her pussy. 

"Glad to see you getting out, too. " "Larry?" she called, suddenly sure of 
what she must do. "We're all alone now. " "So?" He came into the living 
room, a can of beer in his hand. 

"We can fuck. Buddy's not going to interrupt us" "Fuck? In the middle of the 
day? What's got into you, woman?" She moved across the room with liquid 
grace she didn't know she had. She was inspired by what had happened to her 
that afternoon. Reassured of her beauty and sexuality, she wanted even mote. 
Her confidence soared as she dropped down at her husband's feet and began 
running her hands along the man's legs. 

"You're really hot today, aren't you?" "I've missed you. " Her hands worked 
up to his crotch. She squeezed playfully on his balls, hidden under the 
thickness of his trousers. She massaged the lump until she felt a response. 
Then she looked up at him and licked her lips, a slow sensuous motion that 
revealed only the tip of her pink tongue against her ruby lips. 

"Shit, you are hot!" 

"Yes!" she hissed. "Let's do it. Right now. Here!" 

"In the living room? No, let's go into the bedroom. We can pull the curtains 
and... " "Here. Now. On the floor! I want you to fuck me right here!" 

"At least let me close the drapes. " "Bullshit! NO! NOW!" 

"Wow, something's got into you, honey. " He set his can of beer down and 
slipped to the floor to join his wife. "Anything you want. " He tried to 
press her back flat on the floor. He wanted her on her back so that he could 
crawl between her legs and fuck her in the missionary position. After the 
excitement she'd had this afternoon, she wasn't about to let him do any such 
thing. She wanted something new and different. 

"Undress me," she commanded. 

"What?" "Strip the clothes off me. Slowly. No," she corrected, "I'll do a 
striptease for you. Would you like that?" She didn't allow him to answer. 
She flowed to her feet and lithely danced away. She went to the stereo and 
put on a sexy, provocative tune she had been listening to right after she 
had gotten back from the PTA meeting and Michael. The soft strains picked up 
in tempo and soon crashed and boomed with gutsy bass notes. 

She writhed sensuously. Her hips did a good imitation of a bump and grind. 
The expression on Larry's face was precious. She wished she could have had a 
picture of it. Surprise, even shock. If he thought this was shocking, she'd 
really show him a thing or two! As the beat of the music got to her, she 
became a stripper, not merely a bored housewife wanting to play the role for 
a moments excitement. She pulled off her blouse, undoing one button at a 
time. When the tails of her blouse were out, she held them in each hand, 
then spun around and slowly pulled the blouse down so that her back was 
exposed. 

"God, Carole, what are you doing?" Larry complained. But she kept on. He 
would get hotter as she stripped for him. The music worked a primitive need 
in her, a need to expose her entire body. 

Her bra came off easily. But she didn't simply discard it. She held her arms 
out invitingly to Larry and let the bra slip down the slopes of her arms. 
Her tits slowly revealed themselves to the man. The sight of his eyes 
snapping to her boobs assured her that he wasn't as outraged about this as 
he pretended to be. 

He was getting turned on. 

She cupped her tits and bounced them around in time with the music. The tiny 
red nipples sprang erect and pointed like accusing fingers. She laughed and 
danced away as Larry grabbed for her. A stripper was used to things like 
that! She wiggled sinuously as her skirt went over the flare of her rump. 
The naked white flesh appeared. The crack of her ass widened a little as she 
bent forward and looked around at the man. He was sitting, his prick out and 
in his hand. He was slowly beating off. 

"Save some for me," she said. 

"God, honey, this is too much!" 

"It's not enough. Not yet. The best is yet to come.!" 

She continued puffing the skirt from her hips. Her naked ass gleamed snowy 
white in the bright sunshine coming in through theft picture window. For a 
fleeting second, she wondered if the neighbors might be spying, on them. She 
hoped so. It would give them a real thrill. 

She kicked free of her skirt and stood totally naked, her back to the man. 

"Slit, you weren't wearing any panties!" 

"Just for you," she lied. She bent forward and peered at him through her 
legs. She didn't fail to notice the tiny droplets of love juice dotting her 
auburn bush. She had gotten hot during the striptease just as she hoped her 
husband had. The sight of him beating his own meat told her that he was hot 
enough to do anything she wanted. 

"Fuck me like a bitch in heat," she said. She shuddered, remembering that 
scene from the movie she'd viewed that afternoon. The blonde actress in the 
movie had gotten off on it in a big way. Carole figured she could, too. The 
thought of . a man fucking her like an animal was both disgusting and 
intensely arousing,. 

"What? I She didn't give the man any time to think about it. 

She dropped to hands and knees and came over to him. The odor from her pussy 
was almost overpowering. She was aroused and wanted cock, lots of cock. And 
she wanted it ripping through her cunt from behind. She wanted to feel her 
ass rubbing up against her lover's thighs. Nothing less would do. 

She turned and presented her white ass for his attention. She knew he could 
see her cunt lips opening and closing. She worked her pussy muscles as hard 
as she could in wanton invitation to his prick. The woman wanted nothing 
else but to feel the same things she had earlier that day. 

She wanted to come. 

"Shit," was all he said before dropping his pants and sidling up behind her. 
His prick shot way forward, pressing between the meaty slabs of her 
asscheeks and driving toward her cunt lips. He missed the first time he 
thrust forward. His prick skittered along her gash. The liquid flood of her 
fuck oils had lubricated the entire area around the woman's snatch. 

She gasped as she felt his prick part her cunt lips and duel erotically with 
her tiny cunt. The feeling of a huge prick rubbing into her erect little 
spire of pleasure was almost more than she could bear. She had to fight to 
keep from coming. She wanted to store up all the great feelings and then get 
off in a big way. Nothing less would satisfy her. She had tasted paradise 
that afternoon and wanted more. 

"Missed," he said, pulling back. "But wait. Shit, I'm not used to fucking 
like this. " She could tell. But she waggled her ass in the air in wanton 
invitation for him to mount her and fuck the living hell out of her cunt. 
She shuddered a bit more as his cock pulled along her puffy, rigid-with-lust 
labia. Then he found her mint hole. 

He poised at the mouth of the deep well of desire for a moment, then plunged 
in. They both gasped as his cock sheathed itself in the hotly clinging, 
passionately damp interior of her cunt. 

"Now fuck!" she cried. "Fuck the shit out of my cunt! Give me all you can! I 
want it nooooooow!" 

Her ass shot backwards in an attempt to stuff his prick even deeper into her 
pussy. She felt the thick cock surge an inch farther into her belly, then 
stop. She tensed her muscles around his hidden pillar of cock. This was the 
life! She could feel the purpled hood of his glans so far up in her cunt 
that it almost touched her cervix. He wasn't as well hung as Michael, but 
this position gave a deeper penetration than the goddamn missionary 
position. She tensed her cunt walls a little more and felt the big blue vein 
on the top of his cock pulse and throb with desire, desire for her. 

Moving her butt in a circular motion gave her a thrill unlike any she had 
ever felt before. His cock stirred around inside her like a spoon in a 
mixing bowl. She felt new nerves blast out messages of carnal desire. She 
had to have more! "Fuck me," she pleaded. "I need it!" 

Panting, the man slowly pulled from her clinging berth. The lewd sucking 
noise told of how tight it had been between her cunt walls and his virile 
cock. Her cunt oils lubricated the withdrawal but it still felt as if he 
were sucking her guts along with his cock. He pulled out until only the 
glans of his pecker remained inside her parted cunt lips. 

"Okay, honey, you wanted it and here it comes. Just like a freight train out 
of control!" 

The impact knocked her forward. His cock seared all the way up into her 
cunt. His balls wetly splatted against her cunt lips and made her all 
quivery inside. She felt weak and watery inside from the force of his 
fucking. Never had she gotten this rubbery so soon when they'd fucked. He 
was going to get her off, she knew it. 

He pulled back and then hammered into her cunt again. She tried to make it 
worth the trip for him. She tensed and relaxed her pussy muscles in such a 
way that ripples of cunt wall caressed his deeply buried cock. 

"Christ," he moaned, "it feels like a hand in a velvet glove is gripping my 
dork. How do you do that? Never felt that before!" 

'Fuck, you goddamn son of a bitch," she cried. "Don't talk, fuck! I need 
your cock all the way up in me. Tear me apart to the chin with your 
fucking!" 

"Shit," was all the answer she got. 

He pulled back and then shot all the way up into her pussy again. She felt 
so weak in the arms that she couldn't keep her body level with the floor any 
longer. She collapsed, resting her head on crossed arms. This elevated her 
ass even more and allowed the man even deeper penetration. 

She began slamming her ass back to meet his every forward thrust. She felt 
the sexual tensions building up inside her, like a string being pulled 
tighter and tighter. He still didn't have the proper rhythm to get her oft 
but he would. She knew this time it would be different from all the other 
times they had fucked like rabbits. 

She groaned softly as his prick moved in a tiny circular motion, as if 
trying to ream her out and make her cunt even larger. She loved the feeling 
of his cock corkscrewing into her tight, juicy twat. The woman reached back 
between her legs and grabbed the man's balls. 

"Hey!" he yelped. "What the hell are you doing?" "I want more. And this way 
I can get it!" 

She felt his balls collapse into a hard little sphere. Inside the hairy bag 
his balls tumbled and lurched in wild desire. The thick stew of his jism was 
coming to a boil. She let loose of' the sac so that he wouldn't get his 
rocks off too soon, He still had a lot of fucking to do to make her go the 
She moved her hands to her cut. She could stroke up the side of the 
pea-sized little organ and send deliciously sinful shudders of delight into 
her belly. Each time she lightly flicked the tip of her dit, her pussy 
tightened a bit more around the thick plug of cock inside. 

"Wanna fuck you all the way to your tonsils," the man said, his voice 
getting husky with the fucking. 

"Do it, do it!" 

He fucked her faster. She moved her fingers back so that she could press 
into her own cunt lips. His cock shot between her fingers, and then surged 
far up into her cunt. She was able to press hard into her cunt lips and make 
it seem as if her twat was even tighter than before. 

The man noticed instantly. He grunted and said, "Oh, oh sweet Jesus, this is 
it!" 

And Carole felt the sudden surge of his come into her cunt. She didn't want 
it this soon. She was being robbed! He had gotten off too soon! She felt the 
liquid heat of his jism filling her pussy as he continued to fuck the best 
he could. Then his prick melted like an icicle in the sun and dribbled from 
her pussy. 

The unfulfilled need in her loins burned brightly, taunting her, telling her 
she would just have to suffer. 

She almost cried with unfulfilled desires, necessary drives. She fell 
forward, a thin trickle of his jizz coming from her pussy. She rubbed her 
legs together to try and quell some of the burning need she felt. It didn't 
work. If anything, it only increased her hominess. 

"Fuck me," she moaned weakly, fuck me some more. I'm burning up inside and I 
need more prick!" 

"Huh?" Larry said, not sure what to say. "I just got off What do you want 
from me? You're doing great, honey. I bet you enjoyed it as much as I did. " 
"Damn you, I'm still as randy as can be! Eat my pussy! Get me off! I need it 
so muuuuuuch!" 

She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs so that he could get in to 
her pussy. The man simply sat there on the floor staring at her and her 
naked twat. 

"You gotta be out of your mind. Your pussy's filled with jizz. I'm not 
licking you with your cunt filled with that. Go douche and maybe that'll get 
you clean. " Carole closed her legs and went into . the bathroom. She turned 
on the shower and got herself off with the flow of water across her cit. But 
even this wasn't as good as it had been before. She had sampled a real man's 
prick and had gotten off on it. No amount of masturbation could match that 
thrill. 

She'd have to go and find Michael and beg him for more of his prick. That 
was the only solution to her dilemma. 

 Chapter Five 

Carole lay in the bed, feeling the springs shiver slightly every time her 
husband snored. The tremors made her uncomfortable and built up the extreme 
guilt she was feeling. The fucking with Larry that afternoon had been 
different and she still hadn't gotten off on it. 

Larry had. He had fucked her like a dog and had gotten his rocks off and 
felt happy. He simply assumed that because he had enjoyed it, so had she. It 
wasn't like that at all. If anything, Carole felt worse about the little 
session than she would have if he'd fucked her in the missionary position 
and she hadn't gotten off. 

She had almost forced him to screw her with the windows open wide, in the 
middle of the afternoon and in a position they weren't used to using. All 
that she had made him do against his will and she hadn't been any better off 
for it. 

Carole tossed and turned, the bed seeming like a prison to her. She felt 
across the trim bulge of her belly and prodded lower. The top edge of her 
pussy fur stroked across her fingertips. She pressed down hard into the 
pubic bone. She groaned and thrashed around a little more on the bed. 
Suddenly afraid of waking Larry, the woman got out of bed and went into the 
bathroom. 

With the lights out, she closed the door and sat on the toilet lid, her 
fingers drifting lower and lower until she found the puffy cunt lips. They 
were tensed and unfulfilled. The turgid flaps of. blood-engorged flesh 
quivered at her lightest touch. She pressed down harder, and felt the cunt 
oils begin to sluggishly flow. 

Guilt hit her like a hammer in the head. She shouldn't be doing this. This 
was as unfaithful to her husband as going to the PTA meeting and allowing 
Michael to eat her pussy and then fuck her with. the pornographic movies 
flashing obscenely on the wall of the projection booth. Michael! The name 
seared across her brain and had her shuddering in wild desire in less than a 
minute. Her finger flew back and forth across her now slippery cunt lips. 
She stroked and caressed and sent heavier and more insistent demands into 
her cunt. The tiny pussy convulsed and begged for cock, hard, throbbingly 
alive, virile cock. 

She couldn't deliver. 

Her finger sought the tiny opening of her cunt. She plunged it in, a pale 
imitation of a real prick. She finger fucked herself as she sat on the john, 
her thoughts turning from Michael to her husband. Larry wasn't a bad sort. 
He brought home his paycheck and didn't fuck around on her. He seldom left 
the house when he got home from work. 

Why did she want to cheat on him? The answer was at her fingertip. She 
wasn't getting the kind of hard loving she needed. His fucking wasn't very 
good and she felt so damned uptight all the time. If he could only get her 
off, then it would be all great between them. But he wasn't. His fucking was 
more of the "Wham, barn, thank you, ma'am type than anything else. 

And he had even stopped saying, "Thank you, ma'am" to her after they'd 
screwed. The ritual had been established and she had silently allowed it to 
continue until she wasn't able to break out of the sexual rat. 

A rut: a grave with both ends knocked out. 

She felt she might as well have been dead. She wasn't much of a woman, 
having to fake orgasm with her husband to keep him happy. Sure, Larry was as 
happy as a hog with a new trough of swill. She was the one suffering in 
silence. The desires tormenting her were driving her mad. 

Her Thoughts came back to Michael. Why her son's science teacher had taken 
such a fancy to her she couldn't say. But he had. She couldn't deny that he 
had made just the right play for her at the PTA meeting. 

If he had tried any other approach, she would have coldly turned him down as 
being rude and decidedly crude. But the fondling of her ankle, her knee, the 
stroking up her leg, all had tormented her and released the flood of desire 
that she had been building up inside. By the time he got around to stuffing 
his face into her cunt and lapping, up all her love juices, she . had been 
lost to him completely. 

The fucking in the projection booth was almost icing on the cake for her. He 
could have said or done anything; again, he knew exactly what her needs 
were. The movie loosened her inhibitions and mad& her so damned horny she 
would -have fucked the doorknob. 

His prick had been hotter, better shaped and a lot handier. 

She sobbed fiercely as her fingers drove against the slippery walls of her 
pussy. This wasn't cock inside her tight little cunt, but it was better than 
lying in bed and moaning softly about how sexually deprived she was. She 
finger fucked herself until she had a small orgasm. It gripped her and 
turned her loose almost at once. 

It should have satisfied her enough to go back to bed and crawl. in with her 
husband. It always had in the past. Now, if anything, it fed her carnal 
desires and made her feel like she was going out of her mind. 

"No," she said to herself. "I can't do this awful thing to Larry. He's my 
husband. And Buddy. My son. I've got to consider both of them" But she still 
got up off the john and went into the living room. In the darkness, she sat 
down and picked up the telephone. It was almost two in the morning, but her 
needs dictated her actions. She rapidly dialed the number. 

It rang six or seven times before a tired voice mumbled, "Lo? Whatsit you 
want?" 'Michael!" she said, her voice quivering with tenor. He might turn 
her down. He might. deny there had been anything but a brief fucking between 
them this afternoon. He might not even recognize her! "Who?" he said again, 
less asleep and more awake now. "Is that you, Carole? What are you calling 
me for at this hour of the night?" A horrible thought hit her. She 
stuttered, "I-is there anyone w-with you? Another woman?" "Hell, no. I wish 
there was. What is this?" 

"Do you want me to come over?" A long pause, then, "Only if you want to join 
me. 

"Yes, Michael, yes! I do. I need you so!". 

"Christ," he said, hanging up on her. 

She hadn't bothered to dress. She pulled the thin housecoat more firmly 
around her trim flanks and rang the doorbell. Michael's apartment complex 
was deserted and lonely. She wondered if this was supposed to be one of the 
swinging singles places. If so, there weren't the wild all night parties 
going on she had always heard about. 

At least, there wasn't one going until she got into his apartment and his 
bed. 

The door opened. The man hadn't dressed. He had a bath towel bunched up in 
front of his crotch. Cajole shot through the door and wrapped her arms 
around the teachers neck. She almost bowled him over with her fervent attack 
on him. The man dropped his towel and stood stark naked in. front of her, 
And this was exactly what she needed. She shucked off her useless robe and, 
bare-ass naked herself now, dropped to her knees and grabbed his. prick. She 
pulled it to her mouth and stuffed it in, sucking loudly. 

"God, Carole, this is ... nice! But why?" She nursed hungrily on the end of 
his prick. The limp organ sprang erect under her educated mouth and she 
tongued all over the purple knob. His glans turned a bright purple as it 
glistened with her spit. The man opened his stance a little to keep his 
balance. 

She managed to say, around the thick plug of cock in her mouth, "I need you 
so much! Words can't begin to tell you what I want from you. But actions can 
tell you!" She went back to sucking on his prick. The man's hips started 
making tiny thrusting motions, taking control from his mind. 

He reached down and stroked across her auburn hair. "That's great, Carole, 
but not here. L-let's go to the sofa where I can sit down. " Her mouth never 
left the tan's cock. She started kissing down the side of the shaft, her 
teeth lightly nipping at his flesh. The angry red welts filled with more and 
more blood. His cock pounded stiff as a fireplace poker. She opened her 
mouth and sucked in his loose bag of balls. 

Her tongue flashed out and pressed into the side of that hairy little sac. 
She could feel the balls lurching around in the lead-heavy stew of his 
trapped jism. She toyed with his balls until the scrotum tightened into a 
hard little sphere dangling under the bucking cock. Then she moved back to 
the side of his cock and laved it with her rough, demanding tongue. 

"God, Carole, this is so unexpected. When you called, I thought it was a 
joke or something. " "I need you, Michael. That's no joke. Believe me when I 
say it's the absolute truth!" 

The way her mouth sucked and manipulated his cock and balls, he believed the 
woman. The demanding mouth continued to work up his prick until it came to 
the end of his cock. There, she strove mightily to get her tongue down into 
his piss-slit. They both knew that wasn't possible but simply trying pushed 
both their burgeoning passions to the breaking point. 

"Ummmm, your cock tastes so damned good!" she moaned around the thick plug 
in her mouth. "I can't get enough of it!" 

The man guessed there was more than simple hominess involved in the woman's 
late night trip to see him. What they had done that afternoon had been fun 
and he knew he had pushed all the right buttons with her to get little 
nookie, but he hadn't expected to get anything else from her. 

Yet here she was offering her body to him. Whatever he wanted to do, she 
would go along with it. He felt the vibes and knew that no matter how base 
or depraved his desires, she would submit to them. The feeling of power he 
had over her rose to dizzying heights. 

Anything he wanted to do! Yet, he couldn't, Not to Carole. The woman was too 
vulnerable. She was breakable. He could do anything but he mustn't unless he 
wanted to really hurt her. Still, a little sucking and fucking wasn't out of 
line, not at all! "Your body drives me wild!" he told' her, gasping for 
breath as her mouth worked avidly on his cock. 

He sank down and she followed him. Her mouth never left his cock or balls. 
The agile tongue touched all the right spots to get him really hard and 
feathery caresses on his body pushed his passion to the point where he knew 
he was going to fuck her soon or end up with a case of blue balls. 

He ended up on his back on the rug in the living room. She crouched down and 
continued eating his prick with wild gobbling noises. She sucked hard and he 
saw the woman's cheeks go hollow under the strain. He knew what was 
happening even without seeing her. He could feel her mouth trying to pull 
his guts out the tip of his prick. 

"Move your sweet ass over in my direction," he commanded. "While you're 
eating my cock, I want to eat your cunt!" 

The woman sucked especially hard on the end of his fuck stick when he said 
that. Deep down, the man knew then what this woman's desires were. She 
wasn't getting enough. Even though she was married, her old man must have 
missed the boat somewhere. He, an almost complete stranger, was giving her 
more good loving than she was getting at home. 

He parted her legs and guided her so that she straddled his head. With a 
firmly succulent thigh on either side of his head, he craned his neck a 
little and buried his face into her snatch. The warm, musty odor of an 
aroused woman hit his nostrils and sent them flaring. This was living! His 
tongue shot out and dragged roughly along her cunt lips. The woman's entire 
body shivered in response to that light touch. He redoubled his efforts, 
licking and sucking up all her leaking cunt oils. She was slowly sinking 
down to shove her pussy firmly into his face. The man realized her desires 
were at a breaking point. She was firmly drawn to a fine sexual tension and 
the lightest of touches on his part would send her soaring in orgasm. 

Working his way forward along the puffy cunt lips, he parted them and dug 
around, looking for her cunt. The pea-sized organ of delight had begun to 
slip from its sheath of protective flesh and peer wound, trying to get into 
the hot and heavy action. 

The man didn't hesitate. He started stroking around the base of the slippery 
cut with his tongue. This produced an earthquake in the woman's body. 

She momentarily abandoned his cock to cry put, "That's it, darling, that's 
what I want so badly! He... he doesn't even touch my cunt. But you do! You 
can get me off! Tongue fuck me, but make sure you're stroking my cunt when 
you do!" 

The words were hardly coherent, but Michael made some sense out of them. So 
her old man ignored her cut and just plugged her pussy. That figured. 
Ignorant bastard. Michael would show her how a real man made love. He 
enjoyed the feeling of power over her. He could make her jump through hoops 
and all because he had his tongue pressed firmly into her go-button. That 
cut quivered and throbbed with life under his tongue. 

He flicked the slick little pillar of erectile tissue back and forth until 
the woman was gasping like a fish out of water. He continued to toy with her 
cit until his jaw muscles began to tire. Then he changed his tactics. He 
sucked the little spire between his lips. 

She moaned softly and collapsed onto his firmly muscled belly. 

he teased it with his tongue. Sucking harder, he pulled more of her snatch 
into his mouth. He played with her, stringing her out until he thought she 
would explode, then backing off just a little bit. He did this over and over 
until he was positive she could not take another single feathery touch. 

Then he allowed his tongue to go crazy. It flew back and forth boxing with 
the little clit. He pounded and pummeled it until his jaws were about ready 
to crack. 

She came. She came so hard her entire body turned as stiff as a board. Her 
muscles locked in the pleasant rictus of climax and then shook. She moaned 
and cried and shoved her pussy down into his face. He kept his tongue 
working all over her cunt, stroking and pressing it down into the flaps of 
her cunt lips, then sucking it back out to torture it with his lips and 
tongue again. 

She came and came and came. She blasted off.. like a rocket launched from 
Cape Canaveral. She soared. She shuddered. She enjoyed the first real come 
she'd had in years. 

And then she was begging, "More, give me more of your mouth! Tongue fuck me 
as hard as you can!" 

He leaned back and reached up to pull at her asscheeks. He kneaded the firm 
. flesh of. her buttocks as well as guiding her snatch down to his face. He 
managed to get a mouthful of pussy. His tongue followed one of the 
'blue-tinged, blood engorged cunt lips back to her pussy hole. His tongue 
shot out, cock-hard, and buried itself to the roots in her cunt. 

Feeling the velvety walls of her pussy surrounding his tongue, the man began 
slithering around in her guts. The cunt walls were cloying. He tasted the 
wondrous Woman-wine of her love juices and felt the velvety soft walls crush 
down arrogantly into his tongue. His tongue wasn't that thick and still he 
felt he tongue fucked into a small passage. . This amazed him. He could 
hardly believe this was the same cunt he had fucked with his cock earlier in 
the day. So small! And so damped hot! Why . hadn't she burned his cock down 
to a charred nubbin? "Good," she moaned like a small, trapped animal, "it's 
so damned good! I don't deserve this! It's too good for me!" 

He managed to say, around the thick furry mound of her pussy, "Too good for 
you? Bull shit! You deserve the best! You're a hot-blooded woman. You need a 
really virile man to service you!" 

To prove his contention, he began tongue fucking her. His pink tongue shot 
out and buried itself far up into her seething cunt. The man repeated this 
as fast as he could. The feel of her hot, clutching cunt all around his 
tongue made his prick buck and pulse with renewed need. But he wasn't going 
to pull his mouth away from the taste treat of her cunt to tell the woman to 
suck on his cock. 

He loved the taste of an aroused woman. The flowing juices were tastier than 
any wine he had ever sampled. And the heat and tightness of her flick tunnel 
turned him on in a big way. 

This communicated to the sex-starved woman. Her entire body tensed and she 
almost came as his tongue whirled around inside her cunt like a berserk 
tornado. But it was the combination of his tongue in her pussy and the man's 
finger digging into her asshole that set her off. He finger fucked her ass 
as he tongue fucked her cunt... 

She came. The intensity of the orgasm racked her up but good. She gasped for 
breath and clutched wildly at the man's body. She came again and again until 
she was completely drained. 

And then he insisted on fucking her. She surprised herself. She got off 
seven more times before the sweet rush of his jizz filled her cunt to 
overflowing. 

 Chapter Six 

Carole was almost at the point of tears all through breakfast. She hoped 
that Larry wouldn't notice that she hadn't been in his bed mast of the 
night. It had been after four in the morning before she had returned from 
Michael's, her cunt blazing with the friction of his cock against the 
smooth, slick walls. Her clit still pulsed and felt deliciously sinful in 
its arousal. She hoped he wouldn't notice that she had been gone to fuck 
another man. 

She was even more crushed when she realized he didn't have the foggiest idea 
she had been missing from his side most of the night. 

That was all he cared for her. He didn't even know she was absent. The woman 
served the man his breakfast and didn't trust herself to speak in more than 
occasional grunts. 

"You sure are in a lousy mood this morning," he observed. "What's wrong?" 
She almost told him. Then she alibied, "You know. It's that time of month 
again. I just feel rotten. " Her haggard expression and bloodshot eyes 
seemed to give some element of truth to her claims, even though Larry should 
have known At was still another week or so till her period began. 

"Hope you feel better. " The man finished feeding his face, dropped the 
newspaper to the table and left for work. He didn't even bother giving her 
more than a quick kiss, almost chaste and not what Carole needed from him at 
all. If she could have put it into words, what she needed was one hell of a 
good fucking from her husband. 

Since he didn't seem willing to give it to her, she would have to go 
elsewhere for it. To Michael. 

The woman finished breakfast, her mood improving steadily as she thought of 
the wonderful night they'd spent together. The cunnilingus and fellatio 
hadn't been more than the first round of a championship match. Her pussy had 
felt tired out and her entire body drained of emotion when he had finished 
tongue fucking her cunt. 

She'd thought that would have been it. With Larry, it would have been. 

Not with Michael. The man insisted on fucking her. He had told her she'd 
gotten him hard and she could get his rocks off. The woman isn't about to 
argue with him. The burning need in her pussy had returned slowly, but when 
he dipped down between her legs and shoved his cock balls deep into her 
pussy, that had been it. She had responded fully to him. Nothing in the 
whole world was better than cock to a hungry cunt. 

He hadn't fucked her more than a few strokes in the missionary position. 
Whether he sensed she was turning off or not, she didn't know. But he had 
quickly changed positions, his prick never leaving her snatch. She didn't 
know exactly how he had done it. A lot of acrobatics, sure, but it had been 
a lot of fun. His prick had stirred around inside her passion-packed 
cauldron of cunt until she thought he would burst apart at the seams. 

He had allowed her to come as many times as she could and, when she simply 
knew it wasn't possible for her to get off again, he proved her wrong. His 
fucking had changed to short, quick strokes that built up the friction 
between cockhead and slippery cunt wall with amazing speed. 

He had picked her up like the woman in the porno movie they'd watched in the 
projection booth. Carole hadn't believed muscle strain could enhance her 
fucking. She was dead wrong. He had picked her up like she was some sort of 
human wheelbarrow. Her legs had been on either side of his body and her cunt 
pressed intimately into his crotch, tie held her legs while she walked on 
her hands and his prick had fit perfectly into her cunt. 

He had walked her around the room like that, each movement pulling his prick 
out of her pussy and then stuffing it back in again. She had never gotten 
off on a fucking in such a big way. 

Michael had told her fucking was supposed to be fun. The more ridiculous it 
got, the more fun it could be. A change of pace was always nice. Serious 
fucking sometimes, riotous fucking at other times. She hadn't thought that 
would work. with her. Larry was always dead serious about it. No jokes, 
everything being done by the numbers. 

With Michael, she didn't have the slightest idea what he would do next. But 
she knew now that it would be fun, exciting and incredibly sexy. 

Carole wolfed down her breakfast and quickly dressed. She had a little 
parent-teacher meeting planned that wasn't sanctioned by the PTA. 

Carole stood in the hallway outside Michael's room, feeling uptight with all 
the young students around her. She licked her lips as she saw some of the 
teenaged girls. They were a lot bolder than when she'd gone to school. The 
girls wore tight fitting jeans that molded to firm buttocks like a second 
skin. Carole wondered if the old joke about being able to tell if a dime was 
heads or tails when put into a hip pocket was the literal truth. 

Most of the chicks she saw, the answer would always be "tails". They waggled 
their asses and swayed in ways that would have made a bronze statue horny. 
Carole wondered how Michael kept from fucking the pants off all his female 
students. 

Or if he refrained at all. 

She swallowed hard and waited till his classroom was deserted. She had been 
lucky enough to find out that the second period was his free, conference 
period. She was in dire need of counseling. 

When the last student left the classroom, Carole went in, hesitant about 
what she was going to do. This wasn't the type of thing she had any practice 
at. Seduction of her son~s science teacher wasn't an everyday occurrence 
with her. Not at all. 

"Carole!" Michael said, looking up from a textbook, "How are you? Come to 
talk about... last night?" "Yes, Michael. Are we g-going to be alone in 
here?" The slight stutter in her voice told him what she wanted. He smiled a 
little and nodded. "Do you want some more of the extracurricular activity we 
engaged in last night?" For a moment, she didn't understand him. Then she 
smiled weakly and nodded her head. Words didn't seem to come easily for her. 
Not in this case when she so desperately needed all the words she could find 
to get her out of her spot. 

"Still horny," he said. It was a flat statement, not a question. "I can help 
you. I'm a bit horny myself. " "From all those young girls?" "You know, 
then. Yeah, I stand up here and look out over that sea of blossoming 
femininity. 

- They're all little kittens beginning to unsheathe their claws, They think 
a teacher is a prime candidate. A mature man, yet he won't dare take them up 
on their outrageous requests. Safe as can be. They'd be scared shitless if I 
ever did try to flick the pants off them, like they want. I'd be in jail for 
statutory rape in nothing flat. " "Then they do come on to you?" "Md how! 
I've got one who wears an impossibly tight tee-shirt. No bra. I can see her 
nipples. Sometimes I think she, runs an ice cube over them just before she 
comes into class, She moves ,up against me, like this," he demonstrated, 
"and rubs her body into mine. " He demonstrated again. "Her jeans are tight 
and sometimes I see a tiny wet spot at her crotch. I wonder if ft's some 
disco dance star that she's thinking about or me. " "Would you like it to be 
you?" Carole hardly trusted her voice. 

"Sometimes I would. Not now. Not when I've got a mature, sexy; experienced 
woman who knows what she wants!" 

"1 want you!" 

"And I want you, Carole. God, I get horny here all day long. I sit and think 
about you. Ever since that first PTA meeting when I saw you sitting in the 
back of the auditorium all alone, I knew I had to have you. 

"Take me, Michael. Fuck me with that mighty prick of yours. I love the feel 
of its swollen length fucking me!" 

His hands had gone up under her dress. He wasn't too surprised to learn she 
wasn't wearing any panties. Most of the girls in his class didn't, either. 
They would torment him by crossing their legs and making sure only he could 
see all the way up into their virginal snatches. But his hands found a pussy 
mound that wasn't carrying a cherry. 

This was a cunt accustomed to a man's cock. It needed prick like spring 
flowers need rain. Without his cock, she couldn't bloom. He pressed closer, 
pulling her body to his in a wild embrace. The rapture in the woman's body 
was obvious. 

His hands were covered with her thick inner oils and her fits pressed hard 
and aroused into his chest. He crushed her lips with his own. 

The man warn 't the least bit surprised when the woman's lips parted and her 
tongue came sallying forth. It drove passionately against his. The tips of 
the pink tongues touched, pressed and then erotically tumbled around each 
other. They danced from mouth to mouth until she was panting in utter need 
for his prick. 

She reached down and fumbled open his fly. The man's meaty bludgeon of cock 
flipped out and into her hotly clutching fingers. She stroked up and down 
the rigid length until he was totally erect and ready to fuck. 

"Take me, Michael darling, fuck me here on your desk. I'm all yours!" 

She turned and jumped to sit on the edge of his desk. Her legs parted 
wantonly and her skirt hiked up around her thighs. He looked down and 
gasped. Her naked pussy gleamed gorgeously in the light. Tiny dewdrops of 
cunt oil dotted her bush and her pink cunt lips fluttered with need. He had 
to ram his prick between those lewdly grinning lips. He had to! He did. 

The mighty cock speared in toward her hungry cunt. They gasped in unison as 
his cock vanished between those damp, flexible cunt lips to sink ill the way 
up into her twat. For a moment, neither of them could move. They were 
frozen, stiff as statues, drinking in the stark pleasure of having his cock 
hidden all the long distance into her sucking pussy. 

"Now, Michael, now! Fuck me with that delicious cock of yours. I need it so 
baaaaadly!" 

He began sliding backwards, his hips doing all the work. His upper body . 
remained almost motionless. The feelings running wild inside his loins were 
beyond compare. If he'd tried to put them into words, he would have failed 
utterly and completely. 

She gasped again when only the thick knob of his glans remained inside her 
pussy lips. She used all her newly trained muscles to flutter her cunt lips 
around his prick in an obscene kiss. She didn't know what she would do 
without his cock fucking her. As long as she stayed empty inside, that 
gnawing hunger would destroy her sanity. 

He didn't hesitate. She sobbed openly when his long spear drove all the way 
into her cunt again. In the position she was in on the desk top, the cock 
began to bend slightly to get up really deep into her pussy. This applied 
pressure against the underside of the man's cock and the backside of her 
pussy. 

 Every nerve in her tightly clutching cunt sang a song of joy. The tightness 
she was able to give her cunt helped enhance the fervor of the fucking. 
Soon, the man wasn't able to hold down the tempo of the screwing. His hips 
drove mercilessly into her crotch, ground fiercely, bush rubbing into bush, 
then he would retreat. When he crushed his pubic fur into hers, the woman 
came. She felt the virile prick so far up in her cunt. As it stirred around, 
it was nice, very nice. But it was the feeling of her snatch being pulled 
taut by the fucking and his bush grinding into her cit that set her off. She 
gasped and clutched hard at the man's shoulders. 

"I need to have all your fucking cock! I can't stand it any more! Fuck me 
with all your cock, all of iiiiiit!" 

Her body shook and sweat beaded on her forehead. She could hardly stand the 
shocks of delight surging through her body as the teacher fucked the shit 
out of her. 

The cold fear that smashed like a fist into her stomach robbed her of all 
pleasure when she heard the voice demand, "What the hell's going on here!" 

She turned and saw Alex Hansen, the principal, standing in the doorway. His 
hands were firmly placed on hips and his stance indicated he was not 
pleased. 

"It'll be your job, Mr. Burton," the principal said. "And as for you, Mrs. 
Bennet, let's have a little talk in my office about this. Now, dammit, I 
want to see you now!" 

Carole knew the full extent of Michael's fright. His prick wilted in her 
pussy like an icicle left in the hot summer sun. She hastily pulled down her 
skirt and tried to cover her nakedness up. If anything, the movements were 
only making things worse. 

She followed along behind the principal like some sort of a whipped dog. She 
didn't even have the nerve to say another word to Michael before she left. 
About halfway to the man's office, she began to get mad. She was an adult. 
So was Michael. This was between the two of them! In the office, Alex Hansen 
indicated a hard, straight backed chair for her to sit in. She declined, 
preferring to remain standing. 

'What the hell was going on there?" the man asked. 

Something snapped inside Carole. Gone was the mousy housewife. She was her 
own woman now. Michael had given her the confidence to stand up to the 
principal. In a cool, level voice that surprised even her, she simply 
stated, "We were fucking.. So what?" The principal's eyebrows shot up. For a 
moment, he was speechless. Then, "So what! What if one of the students saw 
you! It would be everyone's head around here, Mrs. Bennet. Don't you realize 
people will sue at the drop of a hat these days? If one of their little 
darlings ever saw a couple fucking, as you so crudely put it, it would be 
everyone's ass in a sling. " "None of the students saw us. Only you. " 
Carole wasn't sure what made her do what she did. She perched on the corner 
of the man's desk, facing him. She lifted her leg and made sure he got a 
good look up her dress, along her thigh, all the way to her still gooey 
snatch. Her pussy was good looking and she knew it. This man would have to 
be made of stone to resist her nearness. 

What she saw made her think the man was made of stone or at least his prick. 

She knew she had the advantage now and she pressed it to the hilt. "Mr. 
Hansen Alex we're not going to make a federal case out of this. Michael had 
nothing to do with it. I'm entirely to blame. If anyone is to be punished, 
let it be me. 

She swung her leg over his head and sat on his desk, one leg on either arm 
of his chair. Her pussy was pulled wide open and she made no attempt at all 
to hide it from the man's increasingly lustful gaze. He licked dried lips as 
he said, "Punish you?" He seemed to warm up to the idea. "Yes, if you'd let 
me punish you, I think we can all forget about this unfortunate incident. 
Let's get this over with!" 

He stood, grabbing her legs. She thought he was going to dump her onto her 
head on the floor, but the man supported her and twisted her around. When he 
dropped her legs, she found herself bent over his desk, her ass poking up in 
the air. As he biked up her skirt and displayed the twin mounds of her 
glowing white asscheeks, she knew what turned Alex on. 

He was going to spank her. 

The idea should have been repellent to the woman. It wasn't. She wondered 
why she wiggled her ass and actually incited the principal to spank her with 
the wooden paddle he held in his trembling hands. 

"Don't beat me too much, Alex," she cooed, her voice trembling a little with 
unbridled excitement. "I've been a bad girl and deserve it, but don't spank 
me too much. " "Take this! And this! And this!" he cried, swinging the 
paddle in a short, vicious arc. The pain lanced through her bottom but it 
didn't hurt as much as it turned her on. Carole couldn't explain her 
reaction. She hated pain. This was giving her pleasure. 

The principal continued spanking her ass with the board until her once lily 
white ass flesh turned a rosy pink. The man checked her asscheeks a few 
times by laying his hand flat on the curves and studying the temperature. He 
continued spanking her until the warm glow spread into her cunt and made her 
pussy drool lewdly down the inside of her thighs. 

The man's hand flashed to that tiny rivulet of love juice and he tasted it. 
As if satisfied with his discovery, he dropped the board and moved in close 
behind the woman before she could move from her bending over position. 
Magically, the man's zipper had run down the track and his prick shot out, 
hard and long and destined to be buried all the way up her well-spanked ass. 

She didn't know if she should protest this or not. When she felt the hot rod 
of his cock press between her aroused, meaty slabs of asscheek, she knew 
this was what she wanted. 

In all the years she had been married, not once had she ever been fucked so 
that a man's cock would ream out her asshole. The very idea made her hot. 
Along with the spanking of her rump, she was as horny as she could be. 

"This is part of the discipline, too," the principal panted. He drove his 
cock forward and sank to the balls up her pussy. The juices gushed out and 
poured down the woman's snatch. She felt the vee of her cunt filling up and 
then dribbling the juices onto the desk. She didn't care. The hot cock in 
her pussy was more than good enough. 

But he quickly pulled out of her cunt. He wasn't going to fuck her doggy 
style. He wanted to bury that hot shaft of cock flesh all the way up her 
asshole. She moaned as she felt the blunt nosecone of his prick touch her 
tightly puckered anus. The woman tried to relax and found she couldn't. 

"Let me in!" the man cried. "I must fuck that fantastic ass of yours! Let me 
up your shit chute!" 

She tried again and failed to relax. The constant pressure of his hard cock 
into her asshole prompted her to lie forward on the desk and clutch the 
other side with her fingers. This stretched her body out and let her rub her 
tits against the papers on the desk. Something inside her got primed for the 
butt fucking and she felt her anal muscle begin to weaken under the 
onslaught of the principal's battering raw of cock. 

"In!" the man cried. "All the fucking way innnnnn!" 

She thought she would pass out when his prick surged into her guts. He drove 
his prick into her with such ferocity that she was positive he was ripping 
her apart inside. She expected to feel her asshole begin to bleed as her 
tortured inner membrane gushed forth her life blood. When no such torrent 
came, she relaxed a little. The huge cock rested ponderously in her tightest 
passage. She wiggled her ass a little and this caused the cock to stir 
around inside her bowels. 

"Nice," she finally decided as her inner tissues started to expand to take 
that meaty cock. "Nice. But you're not fucking. Move! Move hard, move fast 
but fuck my ass hard!" 

"You wanted it, you're going to get it," the man said. His hands rested 
lightly on her splayed asscheeks. They rubbed invitingly on either side of 
his prick. He pulled the doughy half-moons apart and saw his prick vanish 
into the puckered mouth of her pink asshole. This was living! He loved 
greeking a chick more than anything else in the world. 

Alex could hardly keep from creaming all over himself when some of the hot 
teenagers walked down the halls, waggling their asses at him He knew if he 
even once gave in to his desires, he would butt rape all of them and end up 
in jail for the rest of his life. 

Carole coming in to his office and wantonly offering her ass to him to fuck 
was a godsend. He couldn't have stayed as randy as he was much longer 
without going off the deep end. 

He fucked. Hard. With power. With great deliberation. 

The woman thought he was torturing her on purpose. Her asshole clutched down 
at his invading cock with all the power of a vise closing. She felt as if 
she were being fucked by some irresistible force. Nothing could stop that 
cock as it drove into her ass. It didn't come fast, and for that she was 
glad. 

Her malleable guts took time to flow into a new size to accommodate his 
monstrous cock. 

She clutched firmly on the desk and spread her legs a bit more. This tensed 
her asscheeks around his prick. She could feel his balls wetly slapping 
against her cunt lips. This pushed her arousal to the breaking point. She 
felt her hips begin to move of their own accord. She was a virgin up the 
ass, a thirty-two-year-old who wore her cherry for a tail light, but she was 
getting the thrill of her life. 

She heard a distant voice demand, "Fuck harder! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" and then 
she realized that was her voice. The blood pounded like drems in her 
temples. Her vision blurred. And her ass burned with the force of the 
fucking. She could hardly believe being buggered like this could make her 
pussy turn juicy and arouse her innermost passions. 

It did. 

She cried out as she came. She felt her insides convulse and tighten all 
around the man's deeply buried cock. He grunted, . "Like a goddamn hangman's 
noose around my prick! How do you do it!" 

She allowed the orgasm to pass through her body. As she relaxed a little, 
she applied mote pressure to her asshole. She wanted to make the man feel as 
if he had thrust his cock into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling hot 
lava. 

She must have succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. The man's hips exploded 
into a frenzy of motion. He fucked wildly, hard, with growing penetration of 
her ass. He rammed his cock all the way up her back door and then whirled it 
around after it was hidden from sight. When he pulled out, she was positive 
he would pull her guts out with that piston of prick. The vacuum inside her 
bowels was that intense. 

He fucked harder and faster and soon he lost all sense of rhythm. She knew 
that he was about ready to come. To help him get his rocks off, she began 
shoving her hips back to meet his incoming prick. She marveled at the way 
their bodies fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Her smoothly 
curving ass fit nicely into the circle of his porn. 

She rubbed her soft asscheeks against the fabric of his pants and reveled in 
the hot rod of cock driving straight up her asshole. 

He filled her with the sexiest enema possible. His jizz shot hot and hard 
all the way up into her bowels. She sobbed and rocked through a come of her 
own. The liquid surge of that come had set her off again. 

By the time Carole drifted down from her sex-high, the man's cock had gone 
limp and was trickling out of her asshole amid a flow of come. She simply 
stayed in position across his desk until she could get her breath back. Then 
she solemnly straightened, put her dress down and said in as level a tone' 
as she could, "Will there be anything else, Alex?" 

"No Carole," he said. The gleam in his eyes told her the story. This was 
another man who lusted after her and who could give her the sex she had been 
missing. 

She cursed herself for, not coming to a PTA meeting sooner! 

 Chapter Seven 

"It's so nice of you to give me this tour of the high school, Mr. Hansen," 
Carole said for the benefit of several students passing by. She couldn't 
have cared less what the school looked like. She vaguely remembered having 
made a tour through it on one of the parents' nights a year or so ago. Her 
real interest was in Alex Hansen. The principal smiled wryly and said, 
"Nothing I wouldn't do for any concerned parent, Mrs. Bennet. " His voice 
was firm and formal but the hand that slipped across her ass was more 
intimate. And it promised both of them a lot more pleasure than any dip shit 
tour of the school. 

"There's a nice, quiet looking spot," Carole said, indicating an area with 
high bushes and the statue of the school's founder. The bronze statue was 
ugly in the extreme, its' mouth wide open and a horrified stare on its face. 

"He wouldn't stop screaming when they poured the bronze in," Alex explained. 
"But you are right. This is a nice quiet corner of the campus. Very seldom 
do any students come into this place. " She felt her insides begin to quiver 
in anticipation. This was what she had been waiting for. Ever since Alex had 
spanked her ass and then fucked her up the butt, she had the hots for his 
prick. She couldn't believe such a perverted sex act could appeal to her so 
much. But it did. She found her ass feeling empty and aching for more cock, 
flicking it hard and fast, burning it up with the friction of prick against 
tender tissue. 

His hands made no attempt to hide the lust they felt as they sought out the 
twin moons of her asscheeks. He squeezed down hard and she moaned softly. 
This was what she had been missing being married to Larry for all those 
years. This was what fucking should be all about. 

A thrill. An anticipation. A weak, watery feeling inside her body as the man 
about to fuck her made his play. She knew that she wasn't being perverted or 
weird. This was what mast women felt. This was the way she should have been 
responding for all those years. 

Now she was and she wanted to make up for lost time. 

She turned and spun into Michael's arms. "Go on, Alex darling," she breathed 
hotly into his ear, "fuck me good! I want that cock of yours rammed all the 
way up my ass!" 

She didn't use "dirty" words like that. The very mouthing of them made her 
get even hotter. The woman hardly realized what made her tick any mare. And 
she didn't care. She wanted fucking and this was the best way to get it. 
This was her answer for the hours and days and nights she had spent' feeling 
as if she had tuned into a frigid woman. 

She wasn't frigid. Her responses proved she was a hot, wanton, willing bitch 
ready to fuck any time, anywhere. 

"You want my pecker all the way up your asshole?" he repeated. His tongue 
sought out the hollow of her throat. She sighed and pressed closer. Grinding 
her pussy mound into the man's crotch, she felt the large bulge growing 
rapidly there. 

"Yes!" 

"You shall get it. " He licked back up her throat to the hollow behind her 
ear. Then his rough, pink tongue darted out and dug deeply into the channel 
of her ear. She didn't have to be told he was giving her a small preview of 
what his prick would be doing to her cunt chute. He tongue fucked her ear 
until she clung weakly to his broad frame. 

"Do it! Do it, Alex. My cunt is beginning to slobber. And I need that cock 
of yours buried in. my body!" 

The sounds of students passing by on the sidewalk not ten feet from their 
location stirred the woman's lusts to the breaking point. They were hidden 
by the bushes but any student who wanted 

To be discovered fucking their principal turned the woman on in a really big 
way. She couldn't handle the rampaging emotions scoring through her tender, 
quivering body. 

When the man's hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed down hard, she almost 
came. From a mere touch and she almost came! Carole couldn't believe this 
was really happening to her. She had gone from a frustrated housewife to a 
completely wanton, cock-hungry, sex-crazed bitch in one short day. Michael 
couldn't have known what he was unleashing on the world when he had seduced 
her at the PTA meeting. 

She loved the feelings she had been denied for so long. The itchy feeling in 
her pussy changed subtly and turned into desire. The thick oils leaking from 
between her, pursed cunt lips dribbled down the insides of her legs. There 
was more than enough lubricant for Alex's cock to drive easily into her 
tight back passage. 

"Ass fuck me! Give it all to meeeeeeee!" 

His hands turned into iron bands on her firm, tender ass flesh. He clutched 
wildly at her butt and then started pulling up her skirt She felt the cool 
breeze blowing between her fevered thighs. The wind caressed her damp crotch 
and made her shiver with lust and desire as it tried to force its way up 
into her humid cunt. 

"God in Heaven, you're not wearing any panties! D-do you ever wear any?" The 
man's quivering voice filled her with even more lust. She had shocked him. 
She had given him an erotic thrill which few men ever get. 

"Not if I'm going to be around you!" 

"Shit!" was all he said. His fingers parted her smoothly curving ass into 
two parts and dived into the dank canyon between. She tensed her butt and 
crushed down on his fingers. 

"Imagine that was your prick. Think how good this would feel then!" She 
started squeezing and relaxing all around his probing fingers. When he dug 
into her tightly clenched anal sphincter muscle, she moaned softly. The 
finger digging in her guts made her come totally alive. Never had she felt 
more like a woman, a total and complete woman with lusts and desires and 
needs to be satisfied by a virile man's cock. 

"I can imagine," he said. "And I can't wait to fuck the shit out of you!" 

"Do it!" she urged. "I want you to do it now!" 

His finger slowly stroked back and forth in her asshole until she felt the 
burning surges of desire penetrate her belly. His finger slipped out to 
reappear in her cunt. She gasped as his finger fucking ways stroked along 
the watery walls of her pussy. She knew he was getting his finger well 
lubricated to grease her asshole. She didn't want his cock dry humping her 
anus any more than he did. 

That would have hurt like hell. 

She wanted nothing but pleasure. And getting the thickness of his cock up 
her back was the surest way to pleasure she knew. 

He smeared her thick sauces all around the puckered anus and then said, 
"Turn around and bend over the bench. This is going to be one whale of an 
ass fucking session!" 

She eagerly did as she was told. Her snowy white ass protruded up into the 
air. With her skirt hiked up, she presented an erotic target for the man's 
painfully erect prick. His cock tucked and danced with anticipation. 

"Here it comes. Like a goddamn freight train on its track, here it comes!" 
He slammed his cock into the tiny opening. At first he didn't penetrate into 
her rectum. She forced herself to relax even though the desire in her body 
kept her nerves strung to the highest tension imaginable. But the next time 
he shoved his prick forward, it sank into her butt at least an inch. 

She tightened up her guardian muscles and clamped firmly around his 
cockhead. The thick knobby glans pulsed wildly in her tightest passage. She 
felt loved and her needs soared. 

"Fuck me all the way to my tonsils," she begged. "I'm going crazy waiting 
for it!" 

"I.. . what's that?" the principal asked. His prick jerked hard inside her 
asshole. "I heard something moving in the bushes. " Carole almost cried when 
she realized the man wouldn't greek her until he found out if anyone was 
spying on them. She bent forward over the back of the wood bench and parted 
the limbs of the bush. Behind the shrub, on the ground, she could make out. 
the forms of two passionately writhing teenagers. 

"Listen!" she cautioned. "And look at what they're doing!" She felt shocked, 
scandalized that two students would come into the bushes like this to fuck 
like rabbits. Then she realized what she and Alex were doing. She had to 
laugh. Let the kids have their fun. So what if the boy wanted a little 
nookie? It was his right! She strained her ears and then was really shocked. 
This wasn't just any boy or any girl. That was her son in the bushes! "God, 
Cheryl, I never thought it looked like that!".Buddy exclaimed. 

"Silly, what do you think a girl's pussy would be like. Shit, you first 
timers are all the same!" 

"I'm not," valiantly said Buddy. "I can do anything your dumb old football 
jock friends can do!" 

"Show me," the older girl said. She was about eighteen and Carole guessed 
she might be a senior. Buddy was only fourteen and in his freshman year at 
high school. The teenaged girl was a startling beauty and her appearance 
took away the older woman's breath. 

Her son was getting his first piece of ass with a real knockout! "Stroke me, 
here and here. Ummm, yeah, Buddy, you do that so niiice!" The girl kept her 
hands firmly planted on the boy's so that he wouldn't do anything wrong. She 
pressed down even harder when he shoved his hands under her sweater. Her 
tits had been standing out boldly, impudently, the nipples hard little 
points of pure desire. 

"Gosh, Cheryl, you're not bleeding or anything!" 

"No, no, ummmm, go to it, kid! Stuff your fingers all the way up into my 
cunt!" 

"Finger fucking! So this is what ... "Buddy cut off his words as he 
continued to stroke across the girl's pussy with one hand as he fondled her 
tits with his other hand. She was sitting astraddle of his waist, lifted 
slightly off his belly to allow him to get his hand firmly into her cunt. 

"Shit," said Alex, "this is the kind of thing that goes on all the time 
around here. Can't stop those young hellions from knocking a piece off every 
time I turn my back!" 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" The boy's voice was shaking but it was like 
the trembling of a pureblooded racehorse before it was loaded into the 
starting gate before a big race. 

"YES!" 

The trim, firmly bodied teenager lifted herself up and held her cunt lips 
open for the boy's prick. Carole could see every single detail of the 
fucking. The girl's pussy lips were so pink and wonderfully shaped. They 
fluttered in anticipation of the cock. She hoped that Buddy realized how 
beautiful Cheryl was and what an opportunity he was getting. It was obvious 
he was still a virgin, but with this hot girl, it wouldn't be for much 
longer. 

Carole thrilled with her son as his prick shot all the way to the hilt up 
the wanton teenager's cunt. She saw the red bulb at the tip of his cock 
disappear between the hungrily sucking labia of the hot teenager. The look 
on Cheryl's face was worth any amount of money to the woman. She knew that 
the girl had taken a lot of cock by the fey smile that crept up at the 
corners of her mouth. 

"You're so big and swollen inside me, Buddy," the girl said. "I love the 
feel of your cock! It's super!" 

"And you're so nice and tight. Snug. I love the way your cunt ripples around 
my cock. Is this what it's like to fuck?" "No, it gets better. Christ, will 
it get better with a cock like yours! Let me show you. 

She began moving her hips up and down. The two began to moan and sob 
incoherently as the girl fucked herself faster and faster. The spying Carole 
felt her own emotions soaring as the teenagers balled. She remembered back 
to her own lost virginity. It hadn't been anything at all like this. It had 
been nothing but pain and blood and guilt feelings for weeks after. She 
hadn't gotten off on the fucking and the kid who'd popped her cherry hadn't 
even talked to her after that session in the back seat of his car. 

How far she'd come! "Fuck faster, Alex darling," she said. "I want to feel 
that heavy stalk of your prick all the way up into my mouth!" 

He grunted harshly. The man's cock was dancing around in the tensed sheath 
of her bowels and refused to still. He began pumping in and out of her 
asshole until the friction threatened to set them both on fire. His prick 
pulsed hard and grew inside her. 

She tensed her muscles and felt her paper thin membrane squeezing hard on 
the man's fucking cock. Her asshole clamped down like a ring of fire on his 
prick and she tried to hold that ponderous fuck stick in her rectum. They 
were both at the limits of theft endurance. 

Carole managed to grip hard at the end of the bench and peer into the bushes 
to see how her son was doing. She need not have worried. Cheryl was showing 
him all the right moves. For an instant, Carole lost track of where she was 
and exactly what was going on. She fantasized that it was she who fucked her 
son. 

She wondered if his cock Would feel as huge inside her ass as did Alex's. 
The woman doubted it, but what a thrill it would be finding out. Incest! The 
very idea had always appalled her before. Now that her slumbering sexuality 
had blazed forth into nova-brightness, she was willing to try anything. 

Her son was stuffing his prick avidly into the lovely teenager's pussy. She 
could see his prick vanish between the obscenely spread cunt lips and then 
dig into the girl's belly. The girl's stomach. looked like the surface of 
the ocean during a storm. It heaved and tossed up and down and rippled 
underneath due to the thrusting of the cock into her soft pussy. 

. 

"More," Cheryl demanded, "I want mote!.. I want all your cock! Fuck me good, 
damn you, fuck me, goooooood!" 

Buddy's ass rose and ground into the girl's pussy until his spying mother 
wondered how either of them stood the strain. She marveled at her son's 
control. Most kids of his age would have creamed a long time ago. Just 
stuffing his erection into that hot twat would have done it unless he was a 
natural born fucker. 

He must be, she decided. 

She closed her eyes and allowed the warm waves of sexual tension to pass 
through her own body, to mount, to engulf her totally. She ,felt the cock 
pounding in and out of her asshole and that was it. 

She came. The hot flashes blasting into her belly spread like wildfire and 
consumed her totally. The woman grunted and felt tears of joy running down 
her cheeks. Her fingers bit harshly into the wooden bench as she rode the 
hot winds of her come. 

When she was able to focus her eyes again, she saw Cheryl's face contort 
into a mask of sheer desire. The girl was getting off in a big way on 
Buddy's prick. She heard the girl sob out, "Fuck me with your jizz! Fuck me 
and fuck me and fill me with your hot come! I need it! My cunt needs it 
sooooo!" 

Buddy's eyes were closed and his face was screwed up into a tight knot. His 
hips thrust spasmodically toward the girl's throbbing cunt. His prick 
erupted like a volcano and his virgin jism shot into her hungrily sucking 
pussy. They both rolled over and over on the grass, his prick pounding in 
and out of her twat the entire time he came. 

Carole knew that her own passions were being fueled by the sight of the two 
teenagers screwing like rabbits. They were so uninhibited. She wished she 
could have been like that in high school. But she wasn't and that had 
carried over into her married life. 

The burning arrow of Alex's cock drove ever deeper into her bowels. She 
shuddered and came again, this time carrying the man with her. The lava-hot 
blast of his come into her ass turned her weak inside. This was the sexiest 
enema she could ever receive. The man pumped hot and hard into her until his 
prick began to melt. 

And when his prick dribbled from her asshole, he kept her bent over and 
dropped to his knees behind her. His tongue worked on her seared asshole 
until she came again. 

This was education the way it should be! 

 Chapter Eight 

"Will you accept the appointment, Mrs. Bennet?" asked Alex Hansen, staring 
straight at her. "It will mean a considerable amount of work and you might 
have to spend some late nights here at the school with me and others of the 
teachers. " He looked significantly at Michael Burton. The other parents and 
teachers in the room were bored out of theft minds. Still another 
investigation of the school's facilities and teaching materials was 
something they wanted to avoid like the plague. 

Not Carole Bennet. She *anted this assignment on the behalf of the PTA, of 
course. 

"I understand that, Mr. Hansen. Thank you ever so much for thinking of me. 
I'm flattered that your opinion of me is so high. " She rocked back and 
forth in the bard chair, rubbing her ass against the wood seat. The burning 
sensation passing into her loins reminded her of the times they had greeked 
during the past month. 

That afternoon when she had seen Buddy and Cheryl fucking their brains out 
had been the first of many afternoons for her and Alex. The man seemed to 
need her ass more and more as they fucked. She was becoming obsessed with 
the man, top. Between him and Michael, she couldn't get enough. Carole was 
even thinking about trying to seduce one of the other teachers, a sexy 
looking English teacher. 

Since Michael had lit the fires of her desires, she was turning into a 
sex-hungry bitch that couldn't get enough prick up her cunt or ass. She 
would bend over and splay those buttocks for anyone who wanted to give her 
enough prick. Carole didn't understand what had happened to her. In fact, it 
had bothered her so much, she had gone to the school library in an attempt 
to find something in one of the books on nymphomania. She wasn't sure what 
it was, but she was sure she had it. She couldn't get enough cock. 

The woman hadn't found it in any of the high school books. All she had found 
was one of the football jocks up there with his girlfriend. He was fucking 
her while she sat on his lap. They both tried to look cool and collected 
when Carole walked into the tiny alcove, but they were young and couldn't 
handle the pressure of someone watching. The girl had hastily gotten up, a 
lewd sucking noise telling Carole where the boy's prick had been lodged, and 
left. 

Carole walked over to the jock and said in a quiet voice, "It seems she left 
you high and hard. Want me to do something about that for you?" She looked 
significantly over the edge of the desk and saw the tip of his huge prick 
bucking wildly and begging for a sheath of clutching, hot female flesh to 
wrap around it. 

"Uh, well, look, Mrs. Uh," he didn't know her name and that suited her just 
fine. Carole knew how dangerous it was fucking one of the students. She had 
heard the experiences of a couple of teachers horny enough to get involved 
with their pupils. They had all ended up getting fucked but not the way they 
had intended. 

She didn't have any qualms about this being a one time affair. She quickly 
pulled his chair back and hoisted her skirt. 

"Shit, you're not wearing any panties!" he blurted. 

"No, I hoped I would find you. You and your hard, round, virile friend!" Her 
fingers gripped the stalk of his cock firmly under the glans and guided it 
to her steamy pussy. She straddled his waist, facing him. Her fits ground 
into the boy's face. He hardly knew what to do he was so taken aback by 
surprise and shock. 

Things like this didn't happen in high school libraries! She shoved her 
chest forward so that her tits were firmly planted on either side of the 
boy's face. Then she started fucking herself in the way she knew he would 
like the most. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and held onto it as she 
lifted her hips upward. The action all around his prick made him feel as if 
she were trying to pull his cock out by the roots. 

And she was! He groaned and put his hands under her asscheeks. This did 
wonders for the woman. It. drove her crazy with need. She started fucking 
herself so fast that the teenager got off almost immediately. Carole kept 
fucking herself, swinging from side to side, twisting and turning, driving 
that steely young prick into her cunt until it melted underneath her. 

All too soon, he lost his boner. 

She smiled, gently kissed him and said, "Maybe it'll be better next time. 
Why don't you go find your girlfriend and practice some more. " "Yes, 
ma'am!" he said, scared. He almost ran from the library. 

And Carole hadn't found her information on nymphomania there. She had to go 
to the public library to do it. And what she did find pretty well convinced 
her that she was just a super-sexed woman, not a nympho. Nymphos weren't 
supposed to like fucking. They did it from some sick inner need to abuse 
themselves, to humiliate and degrade themselves. 

Carole felt neither abused nor humiliated by any of the things she'd done. 
Even more to the point, she loved every second of all the fuckings. Whether 
she sucked cock or took it up her ass or let Michael ball the living hell 
out of her cunt, the woman loved every second of it. That wasn't anywhere 
near the descriptions she read of famous nymphomaniacs. Somewhat relieved, 
she had been able to go about her business and still think about Alex and 
Michael. 

She shook herself a little to get back to the here and now of the 
principal's little speech. 

"A noble sacrifice, Mrs. Bennet, and one for which all of us will thank you, 
I am sure. " She had to keep from laughing. Alex had set up this fake report 
simply to be able to spend some time with her. And she hadn't said a single 
word against it. She felt a little guilty about lying to her husband, but 
not all that much. In a way, it was his fault she was having to get her 
kicks from letting Alex buff fuck her. 

Larry would never consider doing anything so depraved. 

And Michael! She got wet in the cunt just thinking of his ponderous prick 
reaming her out. Her guilt trip over him had long since died down. He was 
inventive and one hell, of a fine stud. He knew all the moves and Used them 
on her. He wasn't a one position fucker. He moved around, enjoyed the sexual 
acrobatics of bizarre positions and made her enjoy them too. 

If Larry had ever fucked her any way but the missionary positi6n, he had 
always bitched about it later. She still remembered that brief fling with 
her husband in their living room the afternoon she had first fucked Michael. 
Larry had gotten his rocks off and left her feeling hornier than hell. And 
he. had griped about her sexual demands being, too much all that evening. 
She couldn't take that. 

She needed Michael and Alex to keep her nice and sane and to keep her pussy 
and asshole filled. with steamy hot cock. 

"Is there anyone else who would like to make this survey?" asked Alex. He 
looked around . and saw a couple frowsy women begin to stir as if they might 
decide to lend their assistance. He added, "I think a teacher would be the 
best choice. Mr. Burton? Would you care to nominate someone else?" "I think 
you and I and Mrs. Rennet can handle the project, sir," Michael said. "In 
spite of its importance, we don't need too many people on it. Too many cooks 
spoil the broth, you know. " "Yes, of course. If that's all the business we. 
have for this evening, then I call this meeting of the PTA adjourned. 
Goodnight, and Mrs. Bennet, could you and Mr. Burton stay for a little 
session?" Carole felt a pang of delight in her pussy when she heard that. 
She knew precisely what sort of session Alex had in mind. 

And she was right. 

In his office, the principal didn't waste any time. "God," he said, "I am 
horny! I mean goddamn fucking horny! I sat through that frigging meeting 
thinking about that tight ass of yours and how good it was to bury my prick 
all the way up it! I thought I'd go bonkers!" 

"You had it bad," snorted Michael. "I was sifting behind her. I could tell 
from the lack of panty line that she wasn't wearing any panties. I could 
almost smell her cunt beckoning me on. The temptation to sneak down and 
burrow up under her skirt and eat her was almost too much for me!" 

"God, I can't believe you two horny bastards," she said, laughing. "I'm 
here. You're here. And all you do is talk about fucking me. Aren't you 
doers? Do you only talk a good fuck?" She sat on the edge of Alex's desk, 
her legs sensuously crossed. She kicked her foot back and forth and then 
re-crossed her legs in the opposite direction to let Michael know he was 
right. She wasn't wearing any panties. The feeling of going unbound like 
that had turned her into a sex-crazed bitch. She liked the feeling and did 
everything she could to foster it. 

"Shit," he said, "that does it. " He ripped open the fly of his trousers and 
let his prick leap out. 

"Lets Mama suck your poor little prick," she said, dropping off the desk and 
going to her hands and knees. She greedily stuffed the hard cock into her 
mouth and started nursing on it. The man groaned and closed his eyes, lost 
in . a wonderland of oral sex. 

"I'm not going to sit here and watch this disgusting display," said Alex. 
"Not if I can join in!" 

He ran the fly of his pants down and pulled out his own erection. The 
hard-on bobbed around in front of his crotch in a wondrously delightful 
manner. Carole didn't want to take the thick plug of cock from her mouth to 
tell Alex where he could stuff his prick. She opted for a little sign 
language. She started waggling her ass at him in wanton invitation. He knew 
immediately what she wanted him to do. 

He wanted to fuck her ass as much as she desired the long, hard length of 
flaming cock driven into her butt. 

"Ummmm," she groaned as she felt Alex's cock searching around between the 
meaty slabs of her asscheeks, hunting for the tiny hole that went up into 
her belly. She wished he would have reamed out her cunt first. If for no 
other reason, it would have greased his long prick and made entry up her 
back all the easier. 

She had another reason, When she took the cock into her mouth, she felt her 
pussy convulse and churn with desire. She would have given anything to have 
a prick up her pussy at that instant. 

The woman felt Alex's quivering cock finally get past the chary guardian of 
her asshole. The tiny ring of muscle collapsed as his prick shot all the way 
up into her bowels. The fuming hot flesh of her rectum clutched passionately 
at the man's dork as it started flicking her. 

She groaned and tried to make him feel that she was the hottest, tightest 
asshole around. She did a damned good job. The man was positive she would 
char his prick to a nubbin or chop his off with that strong anus of hers. 

She let Alex butt fuck her with his strong, slow strokes. The friction 
caused the inner fires to blaze merrily inside her but she tried to 
concentrate more on the prick in her mouth. This was a new sensation, having 
a prick in two of her bodily openings at the same time. 

Carole wasn't sure she liked it until she realized Michael was losing his 
control early. The sight of another man buggering her while his prick rested 
comfortably in her mouth turned him on in a big way. He had never been much 
of a fan of group sex but he was now. He realized it depended a lot on the 
people taking part. With Carole, it was great. When he could see Alex poling 
strenuously into her ass, it was even better. 

He tried to control his prick and found it increasingly difficult to do. His 
balls tightened and he felt them lurching around, straining to break free of 
theft fleshy prison. The boiling hot jism inside was as thick as a stew. And 
it weighed down heavily in his scrotum. 

It was partly due to her tongue moving all over the end of his fuck stick 
that made his so hot. She knew all the right places to delicate1y touch with 
the tip of her tongue. She stroked all over the triangular flap of skin 
hanging. down under the cleft head of his glans. This was the most sensitive 
portion of his entire cock. 

She used that light touch until he couldn't feel it any more. Then she 
immediately sensed his need and switched to a heavy, rough tonguing of the 
sides of his prick. When her tongue smashed into the sides of his hairy 
little bag containing his balls, he almost came. 

She abandoned that and worked up the side of his cock, kissing and licking 
as she went. At the tip, already beading at the piss-slit, was a drop of his 
bitter pre-come fluid. She sucked greedily, noisily, at his cock then. The 
tempting flood of his jism wasn't far behind. She was gaining enough 
experience at oral love to know this. 

Her mouth motions caused his hips to start moving with a mind of their own. 
He jerked his hips toward her sucking mouth. Trying to shove his prick all 
the way down her throat, he was soon face fucking her with all the locked up 
fury in his strong body. 

She took his furious motions as if they were a part of her own plan to get 
him off. Her lips contracted into a tight "0" around the sides of his cock. 
He realized he was pushing her to the point her lips might crack, his cock 
was so big. 

She sucked harder. Her tongue swirled around, tormenting, teasing, coaxing. 
She cradled his prick with her rough, pink tongue as he slid in and out of 
her mouth, fucking himself in her face. She stimulated him to the maximum in 
this way. 

Bobbing her head in counterpoint to his motion allowed her to feel his 
rubbery tipped cock bounce off the roof of her mouth and descend all the way 
down her throat. She didn't leave his cock there for long. This cut off her 
breath and she needed all the air she could get now. 

Her breath came in short, harsh pants. The butt fucking had built up her 
desires as had sucking on the other man's throbbing cock. 

"Suck all you can," came the tortured words from Michael. She didn't have to 
be told twice. 

She moved her head back and his cock slipped free of her throat. But the 
sucking intensified until her cheeks went hollow under the strain. Another 
bead of pre-come fluid and then her mouth was filled with the fiery hot jism 
pouring from his balls. She had sucked him off in record time! Greedily, she 
nursed at his prick, sucking up all the precious sperm and semen blasting 
from his balls. She continued licking and sucking on his prick even after it 
fell to a limp worm in her mouth. The woman wasn't going to give up. She was 
positive there was at least one more succulent drop of come locked in his 
balls. 

Only when she was certain she tad milked him of every last drop of jizz did 
she allow his prick to lie in peace. 

"Shit, that was the best yet," the man said, sitting down wearily in a 
chair. "I was about at the point of exploding. Thanks, Carole, thanks for 
being so good at giving head. " She heard his words as if they came from a 
great distance. The smear of come on her lips leaked and ran down her cunt. 
She was panting too hard to even use her tongue to scoop it up. The butt 
fucking had picked up the tempo and was now furiously reaming her out. 

The entire length of her rectum burned with exotic friction from the heavy 
cock sliding in and out of her ass. 

"Faster," she screamed. "Give me that fucking cock of yours so fast it'll 
cinder my flesh!" 

 "I'm trying, God you'll never know how hard I'm frying!" the man grunted. 
His hands rested lightly on her cool ass flesh. He began kneading that flesh 
until it flowed like putty under his fingers. He got the idea he could 
increase his own pleasure by trying to rip those meaty chunks of ass off the 
woman's body. Twisting the left buttock to the left and the right one to the 
right, he. tried. And he succeeded. The movement of her ass meat made her 
bowels tighten up around his prick. 

He was trapped in the hottest, suckingest, most clinging hole he had ever 
fucked into. 

There was no way he could hold back the inevitable flood of his own come. He 
grunted once, twice, then smashed his prick as hard and fast into the 
woman's ass as he could. He didn't care about rhythm or finesse. All he 
cared about was getting his rocks off. 

The violence of his come should have blasted the first bullet of come all 
the way though the woman's body and out her mouth. Something kept it inside 
her rectum. The second shot of jizz was even harder than the first. His 
balls tensed and pumped with frantic need. He soon entirely emptied his 
balls. In less than a minute, his prick wilted and slipped from her 
well-fucked asshole. 

"God in Heaven," he said. "It gets better each time. Seeing your prick in 
her mouth did something to me, Michael. " "I know what you mean," the other 
man said. "The sight of your cock drilling deep into her asshole did the 
same thing to me. " The men grinned at each other. Carole simply curled up 
on the floor resting. She smiled to herself and wondered which of the men 
would be the first to get his hard-on back. That was the lucky man who'd get 
to fuck her up the cunt. 

Lucky man. 

Lucky Carole! 

 Chapter Nine 

Carole went to bed early, her pussy and asshole and even her mouth aching 
from the strain of taking so much cock. She rubbed her pert bottom as she 
slid in between the cool sheets. She would never have thought butt fucking 
could be so stimulating. It did leave her aching and even hurting at times, 
but while she was doing it, there wasn't anything in the world to compare 
with it. Unless it was sucking cock. 

She rubbed her lips as she thought of taking Michael's prick twice in one 
evening. His come was so tasty! She could make an entire meal of it. As a 
joke, she bad asked the man it his jism was fattening. She'd told him she 
wanted all the recipes she could get for cooking with jism. He'd told her he 
had several and a generous portion of his jizz only had twenty-three 
calories. 

They'd laughed and laughed and laughed, until he got his prick up to usable 
hardness again. And then she'd sucked him off once more. 

While Alex stuffed his prick all the way up her pussy. 

The principal loved ass fucking but he would occasionally move around to 
another hole. He had been one hell of a cocks man, too. She couldn't fault 
him or his cock or his technique. It had caused her cunt to feel as if it 
were being stretched out of shape, her inner membrane torn apart with the 
huge girth of that male invader. 

And Larry had wanted to make love tonight! He had so much to learn about how 
to pleasure a woman. She still hated him a lilt le for making her believe 
she was turning frigid. It wasn't her at all. She got hot easily when a real 
man came around and offered to fuck her. He was the one responsible for 
turning her off to fucking. For that, he should have been sent up for life! 
"Asleep yet, honey?" he called out. She looked up and saw him silhouetted in 
the doorway. He wasn't wearing his, pajamas, which meant he was still intent 
on tucking her. She sighed. 

"Yes, Larry, I'm still awake. What is it?" "Can you see what I've got here?" 
He turned sideways so that the light would shine past his erection. The huge 
cock bounced around in front of his body, erect at a jaunty angle. Once, she 
would have turned weak and watery in the pussy at that sight. Now it 
slightly offended her. He had a nice cock; she could never say her husband 
wasn't well hung. But he did absolutely nothing with his equipment. 

If he ever learned to pleasure her as well' as himself, he could have been 
one hell of a stud. Like she'd thought he was when they'd gotten married. 
How naive she'd been then! "Your goddamn prick. Now what is it? I've got a 
headache and I'm not in the mood to play games. " She didn't have a headache 
but that seemed to be the best lie she could tell that would make him forget 
all about fucking her until he got his rocks off. 

"How can you have a headache?" he asked. "Your period was last week You've 
got to be feeling fine. " He jumped into bed and ran his hand down the side 
of her body. Her skin wrinkled a little under that slight fondling but she 
didn't get any kind of an electric thrill such as when Michael touched her. 

"I just do. " 

"I'll make it go away. " He shoved her legs apart with a rough hand. She 
started to protest and then resigned herself to this fucking. The man 
probably thought he was doing her a big favor granting her his prick. That 
was supposed to be the panacea for all her ills. Cock. His cock. 

She shuddered as he drove his erect prick directly into her cunt lips. No 
finesse, no skill at fucking. Once she had reveled in the feel of his 
prodding and probing around. Now she knew it was nothing but clumsiness on 
his part. 

Reaching down between them, she snared his hard cock and held it in her 
hands. "Let me stick it in for you," she said, a little on the sarcastic 
side. Her husband didn't seem to notice. His arousal was too great. 

"Yeah, honey, do that. I gotta get moving! My cock's about ready to split 
now!" 

She made sure he was directly over her cunt hole before she said, "N ow. Go 
to it. " He went to it. His hips levered forward and he sank balls deep into 
her almost dry pussy. She grunted in momentary pain. The dry humping wasn't 
to her liking at all, but she couldn't get excited with the prospect of 
fucking one more time in the old man on top position. It was tired, outdated 
and she had discovered so many more thrilling positions to fuck in. 

"Shit, honey, you're chafing my cock!" 

"Here's some petroleum jelly. Use it. " 

She reached over onto the night stand and handed the man the plastic jar. He 
pulled put a generous gob with the tip of his finger and began applying it 
to her cunt lips. She sighed, the first sound of real pleasure to escape his 
lips since he'd jumped on top of her. This was nice. It was so soothing and 
gentle and she wished he would just massage her all over with the jelly. 

To have him running his fingers up and down her spine, unknotting all the 
kinks, letting her relax, that would be far more sexy than this horrid 
humping. 

But Larry knew only one thing. Stuff the prick into the cunt and fuck as 
hard as he could. And that was all he did. 

She shuddered is he pumped away furiously. The woman felt his cock dragging 
listlessly through her cunt, the walls of the pussy clinging with the 
tenacity of an ungreased channel. There wasn't. any pain but she wasn't 
getting off on it either. 

But then, she never did so it wasn't that much different. 

Carole lay there, her legs wide spread and her husband wildly pistoning in 
and out of her cunt. Finally, she felt the first sluggish dribble of fuck 
fluid inside her pussy. The friction from the fucking had flamed her lusts 
to that extent, at least. But she didn't feel any great thrill, there wasn't 
any arousal, she wished she were somewhere else. 

"God, honey, it's so tight," he murmured. "I love the feel of your cunt 
surrounding me. My prick is about ready to melt from the heat!" 

She didn't doubt it. He was fucking her hard enough to get the petroleum 
jelly all gooey and flowing inside her twat. The sensation of having a prick 
fucking her when she wasn't the least bit interested in it amused her a 
little. It didn't turn her on, but it did make her wonder what it would be 
like to have a man rape her. 

It might not be much different. She would be frightened instead of angry, 
but there wouldn't be much else in the way of the fucking itself. She didn't 
want to screw tonight; how was this any different from a real rape? Finally, 
she felt the hot blast of her husband's come inside her pussy. The flood of 
his jism made her feel momentarily weak, and then that passed. She was ready 
for some real fucking with Michael. With Alex. With anyone who could get her 
off. 

"Skit, honey, that was better than ever," Larry said, rolling off her. She 
felt the wet spot under her ass from where his jizz leaked from her cunt. 
She had this irrational desire to grab him by the balls and pull him over it 
and make him sleep on the wet spot. But she didn't. She let him go to sleep. 
She had other plans. 

"Do you think you should come aver here in the middle of the night?" asked 
Michael, concerned. 

"Somebody is going to see you sooner or later, even if it is two AM. And 
what about Larry? He'll miss you. " "If he wakes up. And he won't wake up," 
she said with finality. 

"God, Carole, you didn't... " "No, no," she laughed. "I didn't off the 
bastard. I came damned close to it tonight, though. He fucked me and I 
simply wasn't in the mood for it. He rolls me onto my back, spreads my legs 
and dry humps me. It was pretty disgusting, to say the least. " "Come on in. 
We can talk about it. " "I don't need talk, Michael. I need you. " Her hand 
caressed his cheek as she entered. . She dropped her nightgown and stood 
gloriously naked in front of him. She knew this pleased the man because his 
prick poked up and out of the robe he wore. 

"You shouldn't go out at night like that," he said. "It's a jungle after 
sunset. Men roving around waiting for some nubile young chick to rape. " 
"Like me?" she asked, flattered. 

"Like you," he answered, knowing it would flatter, her. He took her in his 
arms and kissed her soundly. He looked down into her brown eyes for a moment 
and then kissed her again to make sure she knew how much he needed her. 
Carole's husband might be a lousy lay, but Michael knew all the right hicks 
to get a woman hot. And he used them now. 

His fingers outlined each and every bone in her spine. A touch, light, 
teasing, then he moved on to the next spot and lightly drew his fingertips 
over it. She sighed and pressed even closer to his body. Her tits were 
swelling with more and more excited blood pumping into them. He tried to 
relax her, to make her forget all about Larry. 

He succeeded. 

She couldn't think of anything more than the long, hard prick poking up 
between her legs. She reached down and started stroking up and down the long 
length of hot cock flesh. The man sighed and continued to minister to her 
tensed muscles, her tired back. When he got down to her butt, his fingers 
dipped between the thick slabs of ass meat and into the humid canyon. 

She sighed. The feelings running into her body now were so much nicer than 
she had thought they would be. Coming over here had made her uptight and 
tense. She was mad at Larry for being Larry. He wasn't much of a stud and 
didn't know he was such a lousy lay. Michael erased her doubts, eased her 
tensions and made her feel sexy all over. 

"I love you, Michael," she said softly, her face in the man's shoulder. 

"Don't talk nonsense, Carole," he said. "We have a great physical 
relationship, but love? Hardly. While there's nothing wrong with digging 
each other in the sack, it means a lot more when you say you love me. " "I 
know. And I love you. I never want to leave this!" 

She gripped his cock with furious need. He gasped and then continued working 
his fingers in and out of the damp crack of her ass. They were pushing each 
other up and up and soon one would break down and beg the other to fuck 
them. 

"It . . . it's more than just sex. Love is lots more," he said. "I don't 
love you. But your body is fantastic!" 

"Even compared with all those hot young lovelies running around half naked 
in your classes?" "Especially considering them. Not a one of them is mature 
enough to have a set of knockers 'like you've got. Shit, Carole, what I 
wouldn't give to fuck your tits. " The words galvanized her. She stood stock 
still for a moment and then said in a weak voice, "Do it! Fuck my tits, 
Michael! I'd bye that!" 

"I bet you would, at that! By damn, I'll do it!" 

His hands. clamped around her waist tightly, then lifted her off her feet. 
He kissed the canyon between her tits, each boob battering into one of his 
ears. He set her down lightly and used his weight to press her onto her 
back. For a moment, she had a flash of fear that this was going to be 
exactly like the fucking she'd had with Larry. 

Then she knew she was being a silly woman. It couldn't be the same, not with 
Michael and his imagination. The man quickly straddled her waist. and 
assured her he wasn't going to drive his cock into her still unlubricated 
cunt. His prick rested hotly in the gap between her mountains of tit flesh. 

"Like it?" he asked. 

"Love it! But what are you really going to do?" "Ha! I'll show you. Words 
don't describe what this is going to be like. Just lie there and relax and 
enjoy it!" 

He bent forward in a double jointed maneuver that amazed her and began 
licking her tits. He did it systematically and soon she was writhing around 
under his weight, almost unable to keep from coming. Her cunt overflowing 
with fuck oils, she moaned out, "Do it to me! I need your cock! In me! 
Stuffed all the way up my pussy and fucking like hell!" 

"And you're not going to get it," he answered. Then he went back to his 
fleshy meal. 

His tongue swirled around the D-cup sized base of her fits and finally 
singled out her left boob., Spiraling upward, his rough, wet tongue didn't 
miss a single square inch of the snowy white, super-soft tit flesh. He 
teased and tormented her jug all the way to the top. There, he found the 
coppery disk that had her nipple firmly planted in the center. Her nipple 
had long since sprung firmly erect and pointed redly at the ceiling. He 
sucked this into his mouth and gave it a firm tongue lashing. 

"God, Michael, it's so gooood! Do it to meeeee!" 

He didn't answer. His lips were too busy teasing 

 her tiny nubbin of erectile tissue. That pebble-hard button of nipple 
throbbed with all the life locked inside the girl's body. He could even feel 
her heart hammering away excitedly a few inches under his tongue. 

When he tired of her left tit, he swirled down the slope like some Olympic 
ski champion and made his way up her right tit. He made sure that every 
single patch of her skin was covered with his spit before he toyed with her 
nipple. She was gasping . for air by the time he pulled his mouth away with 
a wet pop. 

"Now for the good stuff. Here comes my cock. Are you ready for it, darling?" 
He pressed her boobs firmly together, putting a hand on each one and leaning 
forward. His weight held them tightly together and formed an artificial cunt 
between. His prick bobbed around on the downside and lightly brushed against 
her aroused flesh. 

"Give me your cock!" she shrieked. "I want to feel its swollen heat all over 
my tits!" 

He began to insert it between her jugs. The pliant flesh of her fits flowed 
a little as he drove his cock into that tight passage. Grunting from the 
warmth and quivering need of her boobs, he finally succeeded in reaching the 
far side of the deliciously warm cunt made from tit flesh. 

"Jesus, it is toooooo much!" the woman gasped. "I never thought fucking my 
tits would be this much fuuuuuuuun!" 

He began stroking back and forth with a slow, deliberate strokes. He wanted 
to be sure that they both reveled in the wholesome sport of fucking. He 
grunted as he stroked to and forth, his cock entirely surrounded by the 
flexible, supple and warm billows of her boobs. 

"Faster!" she cried. "My chest is on fire. My tits burn! And my nipples are 
going to explode any second!" 

He leaned more heavily into her tits. Forcing her nipples so that they 
barely touched, he teased them against each other. The woman's face became a 
mask of sheer delight. And then she came hard. 

"AAAIEEEEEEE!" 

He was almost unseated by her fervent bucking and thrashing around. But he 
clung fiercely to her fits. He wasn't going to allow his cock out into the 
cool air of the room, not when the berth for his prick was so erotically hot 
and demanding. 

He fucked slowly to make sure that the spit on her boobs was enough to 
properly lubricate his cock. It was. He began speeding up as the woman had 
demanded. He felt his balls tighten and tense and throb in rhythm to the 
woman's hurried heartbeat. They were linked together as surely as if he had 
thrust his fuck stick all the way up into her flaming pussy. 

He closed his eyes and floated in 'a daze. The warmth from her tits turned 
into add searing his flesh. The friction mounted and he couldn't keep his 
control much longer. 

Just as he swallowed hard and was sure that, he could fuck for the rest of 
the night, the woman found she could crane her neck and take the bulbous end 
of his prick into her mouth. 

She sucked on just the top of his cock. And that was all. He couldn't hope 
to keep from coming now. His prick erupted the fierce tide of jism and he 
spattered come all over her face. The eager woman's tongue flashed out and 
licked the end of his cock until there wasn't any more of that precious jizz 
coming out. 

Carole's tongue worked then on her own face and chest, trying to capture 
each and every one of the tiny white bullets of sperm and semen that had 
eluded her sucking mouth. 

She sighed and then took in as deep a breath as possible. She could still 
feel the man's prick resting between her tits. The heat from that carnal 
fuck stick radiated downward into her chest and made her so damned hungry 
for more cock she could barely stand it. 

"Don't worry," he told her. "I'm not the kind to get you worked up and then 
leave you hornier than hell. "And he wasn't. While she went back to licking 
her face and chest clean of his come, he dropped down between her tender 
thighs and applied. his mouth to her flowing gash. As his tongue shot deep 
up into her cunt, she came. And came and came. 

She felt like a human machine gun going off, What more could a woman want? 
She had felt his prick on some of her most sensitive flesh, tasted his came 
and then gotten one hell of an eating out. Carole decided she was the 
luckiest woman in the world to find a man as loving and thoughtful as 
Michael. 

 Chapter Ten 

"I don't believe we'll be needing your services any more, Miss Sherbourne," 
said Alex Hansen to his secretary. The middle-aged woman sniffed politely, 
looked at the low cut dress that Carole was wearing, looked back at her 
employer, and then left them alone without a further word. 

"She suspects, doesn't she?" Carole asked Alex. 

"Hell, yes, Miss Sherbourne suspects. She's a paranoid old battle axe. When 
the Watergate hearings were in full swing, she was positive I was the one 
responsible for erasing those tapes. And if she'd been working here when 
Pearl Harbor was bombed, she would have been equally sure I was the one who 
homed in the Japanese. God, for just one month, I'd love to get rid of her 
and her paranoia. 

"Will she tell if she does find out about us?" Carole didn't care if the 
entire world found out that Alex and she were regularly fucking. She felt 
too damned good about it to really want to hide it. But she saw that talking 
about it made Alex hot. 

And when Alex was hot, he fucked her even better. 

"I doubt if she would. She would consider it some sort of executive secret, 
maybe. I think the old bitch reads too many spy books myself. " "And what 
kind of books do you read?" Carole prodded, getting hot herself for what was 
going to come. She could feel her pussy beginning to moan in the pleasures 
of anticipation of a huge prick ramming into it. Or perhaps Alex would fuck 
her up the ass again. They both found that incredibly sexy and intensely 
pleasing. 

"I think you know, Carole. The ones with the hot heroines who can't get 
enough from the heroes. " "That sounds like us. Me, the heroine and you the 
hero. And neither of us can get enough. " 

"Tell me about it," he said; standing from his swivel chair and moving 
around the desk so that she could see the mighty bulge at his crotch. The 
man had to be in pain. An erection that demanding would be pressing hard 
against his pants and begging to get out. 

She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing across the tightest portion of 
his pants. The man closed' his eyes for a moment, then said, "You're not 
supposed to touch me there. You've been a very bad girl. What punishment do 
you think you should receive?" Carole sat in the chair, bemused. She wasn't 
sure what type of game Alex was playing. But the thought of it was making 
his cock pulse and throb with such insistence she figured it would be to her 
advantage to her cunt's advantage to play along. 

"Why, talking in class, Mr. Hansen. ". 

"What were you saying in class? You weren't saying anything naughty, were 
you?" Carole had an inspiration. "It was the naughtiest, Mr. Hansen. I was 
telling my best Mend about how I got so damned horny didn't know what to do 
one weekend. Nobody had asked me out for a date so I got the family dog and 
made the dog fuck me. Promise you won't tell my mom. " "The dog fucked you?" 
His voice glowed with desire and excitement. 

"Yes," she said, hanging her head a little and. trying to look contrite. "I 
pulled poor Rover up on me and spread my legs ever so wide. I didn't think 
anything would happen. But it did! I felt his doggy thing slither out and 
touch me in a private place. " "What touched you! Where?" The man demanded. 
to see. 

"The doggy cock touched my pussy lips. Right here!" she said, pulling up her 
skirt and pointing to her labia. "I didn't really want Rover fucking me, but 
one thing led to another. I found his prick so much fun, I just had to let 
him do it!" 

"Fucked by a dog!" 

"Yes," she continued, warming to the story. "And was Daddy pissed when he 
came in and caught us together!" 

"Your daddy caught you? What did you say? What did he do?" Carole began 
massaging her cunt lips, feeling the slickness spreading all over her 
crotch. Her leaking pussy fluids were an indication of how hot she was 
getting from telling this made up story. 

"He made Rover lick my pussy clean. Was the dog's tongue ever so rough all 
over my cunt! I could barely stand it. I wiggled around a lot and felt odd 
things starting inside my body. I... I'm fucking a virgin, you know, and I 
wasn't sure what I should be feeling. " "Dog raped! And a virgin! God!" 

"Daddy insisted that he inspect my pussy after he put Rover out. And my 
Daddy popped my cherry then and there. I felt a lot of pain as his big. 
heavy cock shot all the way up into my match, but it went away the pain and 
nothing but wonderful feelings were left in me. 

"Your daddy fucked you?" "For what seemed hours! I didn't know what to do. I 
felt all stiff and weak at the same time. He kept fucking me with that huge 
pecker of his until I was sweaty and shaking. I couldn't stand it so I 
wrapped my legs around his waist. He kept sticking it in deeper and deeper!" 

"His cock? Your daddy kept fucking you harder?" "Yes, yes!" she moaned, her 
own finger dipping info the well of her pussy. She found her tiny cit 
aroused and throbbing erect. She stroked from the base all the way to the 
pointy tip until she could hardly talk. The blood pounded like the ocean's 
surf in her ears. The finger flew up and down her clit until she came. 

"And then?" demanded Alex, "And then?" "Then he told me, ummmm, ohlhhh sweet 
Jesus, then he told me to not do a damned thing that would implicate him. He 
warned me against telling Mommy because she wouldn't understand. 'Y-you're 
not going to punish me, are you, Mr. Hansen?" "Yes, yes, I must discipline 
you for this depraved and horrible performance you have put on. Fucked by 
the dog. Raped by your own father. Child, you must be taught respect!" 

She felt his hands on her arms puffing her erect. She was still lost in the 
wonderland of. her last come. She hardly realized what he was doing until he 
pulled her hands away from her snatch and tied them behind her back. She 
struggled to get free of the bonds. This seemed to make Alex even more 
determined to punish her. 

"That won't help," he said. "There is no escape from my discipline!" 

He ripped off her skirt and tossed it aside. She was naked from the waist 
down and had her bands bound behind her back. When he forced her to bend 
over the straight backed chair, she resisted with more force. 

It made no difference. He was too strong for her. And he bad her in a 
vulnerable position. She felt exposed, her pussy still oozing out its 
powerful lubricants. If she had had something to cloak her lower body, she 
would have been able to resist more strenuously. But with her skirt had gone 
some of her will power. 

She was totally dominated by Alex now. 

There was a scary prospect to what he might do tp her. The school was 
deserted; they were alone and had been for almost an hour now. She could cry 
out all she liked and it wouldn't do any good. The one lone watchman was out 
patrolling on the other side of the school grounds. He would never hear her. 

Alex had all the time in the world to do whatever depraved things he wanted. 
He bound first her left leg and then her right to the chair legs. She was 
pulled apart, her legs fastened in a spreadeagle position. With her hands 
secured behind her backs she found it hard to keep her balance, Alex shoved 
her forward. She bent at the waist, the back of the chair cutting into her 
belly. She gasped for air and tried to straighten up. She found that Alex 
already had taken care of that. She was prevented from moving by a short 
loop of rope around her neck That had been tied to the front legs of the 
chair. 

Her ass waggled around up in the air. With her legs so far apart, her pussy 
was exposed to the man's lusting prick. 

"Don't fuck me like this!" she begged hoping he would do just that. In spite 
of never having felt more helpless in her life, Carole was anticipating what 
the man would. do to her. The entire act of tying her up had been one of 
incredible sexiness.. She had never felt readier to take a cock all the way 
up her cunt than now. 

"I'll punish you first!" the man. declared. "I have a special whip for such 
horrible things as you've done!" 

She went cold all over when she managed to sneak a look back and see the 
ugly, thin rod the man held in his hands. Such a small diameter would tear 
her ass apart. 

"You can't!" she cried, meaning it this time. She wouldn't stand a second 
under the onslaught of that hideous rod. This was something out of a bad 
movie. She was going to get her ass sliced to ribbons by a demented 
headmaster. The idea of. 

being tied up and horny flew from her mind. 

She realized exactly how helpless she was in this position. She could do 
nothing. Absolutely nothing. Being bent double, she couldn't struggle as 
hard as she would have liked. Even if she had been standing erect, the ropes 
on her wrists were too tight to pull off easily. She would have to have them 
cut off. And the idea of a knife anywhere near her body made a cold lump 
form in the pit of her stomach. 

Carole screamed as the rod lashed at her naked ass. it left a nasty red well 
the entire width of her snowy white asscheeks. The man continued to whip her 
with the rod until she was sobbing in pain. Never had she been so 
humiliated. She hadn't thought Alex capable of such a thing. When he rotated 
the rod ninety degrees and began whipping her ass so that occasional blows 
landed in the deep canyon between her asscheeks, she almost fainted. 

Now and then one of the blows would touch her cunt lips. He was whipping her 
pussy lips with that damned rod! And something penetrated the fog of pain 
that clouded Carole's mind. Her pussy wasn't drying up. It was getting 
juicier and juicier. Her body was screaming in pain even as it responded 
with more and more lubricants for her cunt. 

She hated the pain and her body loved it! The woman was too confused to know 
what to feel. Soon, the pain began to mute inside her. She had experienced 
all she could. And it occurred to her that Alex had stopped whipping her 
butt. The warmth spreading throughout her body was incredible. The pain was 
being erased by a purely sexual heat that flooded her belly and mushroomed 
throughout her body as pure delight. 

She didn't understand it but she wasn't going to deny herself this little 
pleasure. 

"You are properly punished for allowing a clog to fuck you," Alex said. "But 
I must check your cunt to make sure there was no permanent damage from 
having your father fuck you. That, after all, is incest. Incest!" He let the 
word roll off the tip of his tongue as if savoring a fine brandy. 

It burned in Carole's ears. She had committed incest with her daddy and now 
her principal was punishing her for it. And he was going to probe deeply 
into her pussy to make sure that no real damage had been done to her private 
parts because of it. 

He was so kind to do this. 

And Carole came when Alex drove his iron-hard cock all the way up into her 
cunt. He didn't use any slow entry. He positioned . himself and then rammed 
his hips forward. He surged balls deep into her impossibly tight cunt. The 
pain had made all her muscles contract. Now he threatened to rip her apart 
all the way to the chin with his cock because of her, tensed muscles. 

"Damn, you re hot!" he cried. "And you squeeze down all around my cock like 
a fist in a velvet glove! You're going to mash me flat with your cunt! I 
love it!" 

She barely heard the man. She was struggling against the ropes binding her. 
The wild passions unleashed inside her body by the forceful fucking and the 
whipping had pushed her desires past the breaking point. For the first time 
in her life, Carole felt entirely free to express her sexual needs. She 
couldn't help what the man was doing to her. He had tied her up. She 
struggled hard against the ropes and couldn't free herself. 

With her legs pulled apart wide like that and her body bent over the chair, 
she had no way of getting her pussy away from the man's fucking cock. He 
could do anything he wanted to her. None of this was her fault. She was his 
victim. She was nothing more than a pussy to plug his cock into. 

She screamed and let her muscles convulse as bard as they wanted. For the 
first time in her life she had an orgasm that robbed her of all sense of 
time and body. She was cast free of her body and soared high on the hot 
winds of complete ecstasy. She glided and fluttered through the fairy land 
of her own desires and then slowly came back to earth and her senses. 

"Oh, ohhhhh!" was all she could say. Her body was covered with sweat and she 
felt her mouth turn completely dry. But there was a drained feeling in her 
body that had never been there before after a come. 

This one had been the Big 0 all the sex books talked about. And she had 
gotten it by being tied up and whipped and then fucked in the crudest, least 
sophisticated manner possible. But that wasn't her fault. She was still at 
the man's mercy. 

And he might not have any mercy. 

That idea made her shudder again and ask, "Are you going to fuck me up the 
ass?" She didn't know what answer she sought in that question. Her cunt was 
still hungry for cock. 

But her asshole burned with desire. To have a hot and hard prick up it and 
fucking her hard would be paradise on earth. 

"Yes, yes, I'm going to!" came Alex's reply. She felt empty as his prick 
left her cunt. For a moment, she was sorry she had mentioned this to him. 
Her pussy felt so hollow and aching. It needed a cock, it needed a hell of a 
lot of cock flicking it to be complete. 

But when his battering ram of cock entered her asshole, she was glad he had 
dipped down, however briefly, into her cunt. The juices on his cock eased 
its entry up her back passage. Her entire shit chute had never been filled 
with more cock than now. The whipping and quick flicking . had made his 
prick impossibly big. 

He didn't use his cock like he had on her cunt. The hole was smaller and his 
speed of entry was slower. But it wasn't possible for her to stop it. Even 
if she'd wanted to, there was no way in hell she could have prevented the 
man from fucking her up the ass. 

"Please," she moaned, not sure if she felt pleasure or pain at the intrusion 
of his cock all the way into her asshole, "please!" 

"Please what?" the man grunted. His hands pressed hotly into her tortured 
ass. She cringed away from the grip as much as she could. With the bent 
double position and her hands and legs bound, she couldn't move far. The 
hand started stroking over her tortured ass meat until she was in a paroxysm 
of pain. 

Or was it pleasure? She couldn't tell. The prick was hot and virile and just 
what she'd been wanting. But the way his hands stroked her beaten ass flesh 
gave her agony she could hardly bear up under. 

What thin partitions pleasure from pain divide- she closed her eyes and 
tried to get it all sorted out inside her head. She felt the thick rod of 
prick fucking her ass, slowly, surely, deliberately. It pulsed inside her 
shit chute until she wasn't able to feel the pain any more. 

Pure pleasure. And then he pulled out, leaving only the thick head of his 
cock buried inside her clinging ring of asshole. The pain returned. She felt 
empty inside and knew the full measure of her whipping, But the cock 
returned and she was lifted up and away from the pain she felt. 

Soon, Carole wasn't able to tell the difference between the joy she felt 
with the cock fucking her or the pain from the way he manhandled her buff. 
They were all mixed together into a delightfully erotic combination of 
orgasm producing sensations. 

As his cock vanished balls deep into her ass, she came. Hard. It rattled her 
teeth and made her sob and shudder. 

And she came again when his hand clutched wildly at a mound of ass. The half 
moon of buttock was almost ripped from her body he twisted and pulled at it. 
Something inside her clicked and she came again. The gasping, clutching, 
breath-stopping sensations blasted into the woman's body and gave her the 
ultimate in human pleasure. 

Carole didn't try to work it out in her head. She just knew that being tied 
up and at the man's mercy was a turn-on for her. A big one. She could stay 
like this all night long letting him cornholed her. 

And she did, Alex didn't tire of this game easily. By the time he had come 
and had untied Carole, it was in the wee hours of the morning. he groaned 
and sighed, wondering if she was going to be permanently folded in the 
middle, like one of the. Centerfold models in the men's magazines. All she 
lacked was a couple of staples and it would have been a close match. 

 Chapter Eleven 

"But Michael, you can't be serious!" she protested. Carole felt a thrill 
inside but she couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement. What the man 
suggested was outrageous. 

"I mean it. Look at the way you're responding. It, well, it's sort of a 
package deal. " "She finally got to you, didn't she? You couldn't stand it 
looking at her young ass wiggling back and forth on the hard seat. Did she 
stick out her tits and shove them into your face?" "Carole, look at it this 
way. He's not going to be doing anything he hasn't done before. And if we do 
this right, he'll never know it's you. " She sat, her arms crossed, as she 
thought of what Michael was saying. The idea he had presented appealed to 
her in a big way, but it was so damned kinky she couldn't let him know how 
hot the suggestion had made her. 

To fuck her own son! Michael, through whatever means were at his disposal, 
had made the arrangements with Buddy's girlfriend, Cheryl. The hot teenaged 
chick had been after Michael's cock all year long. She had offered to trade 
a roll in the sack with Buddy in exchange for one with her. Michael had been 
more than receptive to the idea. 

"P11 insist that both Cheryl and Buddy wear masks. How does that grab you?" 
Right in the crotch, she wanted to say. Not trusting her voice, she simply 
nodded and smiled. 

The lights were all out in Michael's apartment and, when the two teenagers 
arrived, Michael quickly explained the rules to them. Carole listened and 
heard Buddy's complaints, but Cheryl quickly talked him out of them. She 
guessed the teenaged girl would do anything to get Michael's trick into her 
hot, gooey little cunt. She smiled, a little broader. That foxy girl had a 
lot of taste. She knew men when she saw it. 

And Carole was going to find out how good a teacher Cheryl was. Buddy had 
been a virgin before the day she and Alex had spied on the kids fucking in 
the bushes. Over a month h~d passed; would Buddy be as good a cocks man as 
Michael? Carole doubted it, but she thought she would be able to tell if he 
had the potential. She hoped he did. It wouldn't do if he followed in his 
father's footsteps, not in this precious part of living. 

"I can't see," Buddy complained. Carole was already naked. She kept silent 
as she went to her son. He was groping around, but she could tell he was 
getting excited about the prospect of fucking like this. She could see the 
bulge in his jeans. She reached down and pulled his prick out. 

She almost gasped in delight. The cock was hard and pulsing nicely. It had a 
lot of growing to do yet and it was still a real pussy pleaser. Stroking up 
and down on his prick, she guided him to the soft "Come on," he begged. "Let 
me see who you are. I ... I bet you're Sally! Right? You're the one in my 
history class. Or maybe you're Anne! God, to think I night be fucking the 
next homecoming queen!" The boy's cock gave a real jerk then. Carole smiled. 
Let him fantasize all he wanted. She would be able to get her rocks off just 
fucking her own son. 

She guessed knowing who he was fucking would turn Buddy off entirely. It was 
for the best, then, that he never know. But she had to keep his interest. To 
make sure he didn't pull off the mask, she shoved her tit into his hand. His 
fingers lightly brushed over the tip of her nipple and sent a tremor of 
carnal desire racing down into her chest. 

"Wow," he said. "The nipple's hard. " He began rolling the tiny 
mushroom-sized button of flesh in tiny circles, making sure he was giving 
her the best he could. 

Carole couldn't take any more of this. Her pussy was seething with desire 
for her own son. She had to have him now! The woman pulled the blindfolded 
youth to the sofa and quickly straddled his waist. His cock poked up into 
her greasy cunt lips. For a moment, she closed her eyes and let the 
sensations of that touch wash through her body. She felt her heart pounding 
passionately. This wasn't just anyone's prick, this was her son's! She 
almost backed out then. This was incest. Fucking Michael or Alex was one. 
thing, but her son? Carole kept her eyes closed and listened to her own 
inner voice. What was so bad about this anyway? Buddy was going to enjoy it. 
She was going to enjoy it. And from the sounds of delight coming from the 
other room both Cheryl and Michael were getting off on the fucking in a big 
way. She couldn't turn into wet blanket. 

Not when a prick pulsed hard and virile against her cunt lips. 

She dropped. Her cunt lips spread and took the cock in an obscene kiss. She 
felt the pole drive all the way into her tight, hot pussy, spreading the 
thin walls and making her sure she was doing the right thing. His cock gave 
her such a charge of sexual energy she knew she had made the right decision. 

"Ummnn, boy, that's super!" cried Buddy. "Your pussy's tighter than 
Cheryl's. Are you Mary? Liz? You're Wendy, I bet. Wow!" 

She stroked across the boy's hairless chest and down his belly till she came 
to his crotch. Her fingers circled his cock and stroked. He moaned softly. 
Her fingers worked up his shaft until she came to her own slippery pussy 
lips. She pressed the turgid flaps of aroused flesh hard into the boy's 
cock. This gave them both a new thrill of desire. 

Fucking herself, slowly at first and then with great urgency, she kept them 
both strung out sexually to the breaking point. She couldn't deny that his 
prick felt like any other in her twat. But the idea that it was her own son 
fucking her and not knowing it gave her a blast that made her breath come in 
short gasps. 

She lifted, his prick slipping easily from her pussy. When only the thick 
head of his cock remained inside her cunt lips, she paused, got her nerve up 
again and then let gravity do all the work. She dropped, his cock driving 
into her softly yielding cunt like a spike going in. They both gasped with 
delight and renewed desire. 

Shaking, quivering, she began fucking herself faster and faster. The 
friction of his cock against her pussy walls mounted. - She began using her 
muscles to give the deeply buried prick a massage. He sighed and the smile 
on his face told his mother that she was giving him the best fuck of his 
young life. That p1eased her and inflamed her desires. 

She Lucked even faster. Her lips were blurred with the speed of her motion 
up and down the slippery shaft of his cock. His Luck stick shook as if it 
were possessed by palsy but she didn't slow down. She needed his cock as 
much as he needed the clutching heat of her pussy surrounding his prick. 

"I ... I can't hang on much longer. This is all too goooooood!" 

She felt his cock explode inside her with youthful fury. His precious jism 
spewed into her hungrily awaiting orifice. Her twat sucked up each. and 
every drop and then kept clutching hard at his cock until his balls were 
entirely milked of the creamy white goo. 

"Wow, that was super," Buddy said. "Can I take the blindfold off now? It 
sure added an element of mystery to the Lacking!" 

- 

She stopped him from removing the blindfold. It wouldn't do to have him know 
he'd just Lucked his mother. There was no telling what lie might do. But she 
was still horny. 

She grabbed him by the cars and guided his head down between her thighs and 
quietly, said, "Eat!" 

And she came over and over and over, knowing this wasn't just any tongue 
fucking her. This was her son's. The youth was even good at eating pussy. 
His girlfriend had taught him well. 

"Let's fuck," Larry said. 

"Not tonight," Carole told him. "I have a headache. " "You always have a 
headache," he said, his fingers working up under the sheets and grabbing her 
left tit. She almost pulled away from his embrace but she had nowhere to go. 
She allowed his hand to remain on her tit, squeezing it and manhandling it 
in a fashion she had come to hate. 

There was nothing erotic about the way he did it. 

He might as well have been squeezing a melon in the grocery store. But Larry 
thought it turned her on. 

And over the years, she hadn't told him it didn't. 

"I know. Maybe I should see a doctor. " "We don't have the money for that. 
But I know just the cure. Here, feel this. " He pulled her hand under the 
covers and guided her to his erection. His cock pulsed strong and powerful. 
She sighed again. There wasn't any way she could get out of fucking him. 

Or getting fucked. That could be taken two ways and she knew which way it 
would be with her tonight. She'd get flicked, all fight. 

He began wetly kissing her naked fits and she sighed again. To have Michael 
do that was sheer heaven. She closed her eyes and pretended it was Michael. 
The crudeness seemed to fade away and the subtle strokes of Michael's tongue 
came to stimulate her boobs. Lightly across the turgid nipples, down the 
slopes and touching all the right places to make her feel superb. 

He rolled on top of her, his weight crushing her into the bed. She hated 
that. It wasn't the way Alex would do it. He was more subtle. And he loved 
to fuck her ass. He wouldn't double her ~up and then fuck only her cunt. She 
didn't feel, the cock driving hard into her pussy. She imagined it was Alex 
seeking and finding her asshole. 

She shuddered as the fucking began. The rhythm was all wrong. It wasn't the 
way she had found she liked it. The jarring movements speeded up and she 
knew this wasn't Michael or Alex. This was someone inexperienced in the ways 
of pleasuring a woman. 

Buddy. 

This was her son flicking her. She felt the tremors of desire for her own 
son mount inside her. The feeling was like a sexual string pulled taut and 
ready to come loose. She gasped and twisted her hips underneath that hard 
fucking cock. 

Buddy. Her . very own flesh and blood. Her teenaged son. Yes, this was Buddy 
fucking her. She would have to show him how to do it right, how to really 
give a woman all the pleasure she could handle and then some. 

"I'm conimmmmmniing!" Larry cried. And he did. 

The sweet surge of jism into her pussy wasn't her husband's. It was her son 
fucking her. She loved it. She came For the first time in years, Carole 
didn't have to fake orgasm with Larry. She bad gotten off on his fucking all 
by herself. It was a good feeling. 

And it would be even better when she sneaked into her son's room later and 
they enjoyed each other's bodies. Again. 


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