Margot Peters

Campus love-in

CHAPTER ONE

It wasn't until the pilot came on the intercom and informed us that in thirty minutes we would be landing at Kennedy International Airport, that I really faced the fact I was on my way home. After the first couple of years in South America, I was ready to believe I would never go back. But never is a helluva long time, and even though everything was still as good as ever, the job still paying, the chicks still on tap, and the living still easy, I started to get restless. Don't ask me what was wrong. Maybe I just got homesick, needed to be back among my own countrymen-and countrywomen. A vacation wouldn't do it, I decided. If I was going to go back then I would go back, and settle in, the way I had settled in in Colombia. Maybe I'd fit in. I knew a lot of things had changed, and maybe that was why I wanted to return. Money was a problem. The job teaching English in Medellin hardly paid enough for me to save any of it. I had to have a job waiting for me. I started sending out application letters, hoping there would be something open for me next year. To my dismay, nobody seemed interested in hiring me. Then carne the response from Mountainview Girls School. They had an opening for an English instructor, but there was a catch: I would have to begin immediately and teach the final two months before the summer vacation. I got nervous, thinking there might not be another offer, and decided to accept. I conned my way out of my Colombian contract and prepared to leave. Of course, as usual in these situations, there were loose ends that needed tying. Raquel, for instance. She had been my on and off mistress for the past year. For the past six months it was mostly on, and, I modestly admit, she had fallen for me pretty hard. I didn't want to hurt her, but I couldn't take her with me, certainly. I was breaking all ties with the past and starting fresh in my homeland. Old mistresses often begin to resemble albatrosses in those situations. So I had to break the bad news to her. I could imagine the bad vibes that would go down when I blithely informed her I was going off to teach a school full of squealing young American girls. She would take it personally. But she should have known by then that I had nothing in the world against voluptuous, raven-haired, brown-eyed Latin ladies-if anything, I had shown my affections for the type a bit too promiscuously for most of the community's liking. I've always claimed I have a hormonal problem, an uncontrollable need for sexual satisfaction, but I don't think that tempers anyone's possible ire. On the afternoon of the day before I was to fly back to the states, I waited for her to return to the apartment. She came in, looking typically gorgeous and erotic in a loose cotton dress, unbuttoned halfway down the front, exhibiting a good portion of her delectable breasts.

"Hello, bebe," she said, smiling sensuously.

"Hi, Raquel. Where you been?"

"Just visiting my friend. You look so serious. What is wrong? Is there something you wish to tell me?"

She could read me like a book. I could see it really was time to move on. The next step otherwise would be marriage. She sat down beside me on the sofa. She put an arm around my neck, but I didn't give her any encouragement in that department. No reason to lead her on and then just knock her on her ass. I wasn't that insensitive. "Yeah, there's something I have to tell you, baby. I don't know if you'll like it." "What, then? Do not keep with a mystery. Do not keep it from me. But I think I already know." "You do?" "You are leaving?" she asked. I chuckled. "Don't tell me-woman's intuition, right? I guess I did mention it a couple of times recently. But the word's come through. I've got a job back there. A man's got to go home some time, baby." "Yes. I thought you like it here." "I love it. But the time has come. You can understand that, Raquel, can't you?" She nodded her head sullenly and stared down at the floor. She was so beautiful with her full, round figure, the large, ripe tits overflowing the open front of her dress, and her long black hair, that skin the color of cocoa, those dark, deep brown eyes, staring at me widely, sadly now, nodding her head once more and sighing deeply. She stretched across me then and took my hand. "But when do you go home, bebe?" "Uh…tomorrow." "Manana? Oh no, so soon…We not have many times more to make love then, eh?" "Oh…we've got till tomorrow." I leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips. She responded hotly, her tongue moving against mine. I slipped a hand into her open dress and took a handful of soft breast. The nipple was already sprouting out tautly. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom," I said softly into her ear, kissing it lightly. "Yes…yes." We went in there, arm in arm, and flopped down onto the big, soft bed. She undressed me, deftly pulling my shoes and socks off, and dragging my trousers and underpants down. I got my shirt off without any help, and then I lay there stretched out naked beside her. With a quick tug she pulled off her dress, unleashing all of her flowing curves. It was a voluptuous body, one I would sorely miss-for a while, anyway. She dropped down beside me and took my already stiffening cock in her hand. The knowledge that this would be one of my last times with her increased my ardor, and the mere sight of her was enough to get me hard. And then, with her first caressing touch, I went absolutely rigid. Jerking me slowly up and down, she sighed, "Oh, I shall miss your beautiful cock most of all, I think. Where shall I find one so big and so strong?" "Beats me," I laughed. "Why don't you suck it? I think we can get it even bigger…Go on, baby, put it in your beautiful mouth…all of it now." Her brown eyes squinted and the lush lips pouted, but she nodded her head in agreement. The lips parted and a dark pink tongue came out and wetted them. She set to work, the fingers of both hands slipping all around my thick, hairy base, squeezing in on my tumescent prick, her mouth slowly coming down till the lips touched against the thick, swollen head of the prick. Her wet tongue slipped around and around it, making long, wet jabs, letting the head become covered with her saliva. When she thought it was good and ready, she sucked it into her mouth, inch by inch, her hands feeding it upwards into the hole, stuffing herself with it like it was some delicious sweet. Stretching a finger or two down, she also caressed my balls, inflaming them still further, making them burn brightly and tingle. When she swallowed all of the cock she used her fingers more deliberately on my testicles, squeezing and prying them apart, pushing them up into their sac, pulling down on them, in sum, doing everything she had learned to do to make me go nuts with passion. "Yes, baby," I whispered at her between gasps. "That's good, that's beautiful…suck it!" She started to pump up and down now, first slow then fast then slow again. It took plenty of control, I can tell you, just to keep from shooting right off. But I don't think she would have enjoyed that. This being one of our last encounters, I would have to make it one to remember, and that did not include any premature ejaculations. Her fingers trailed down again and squeezed my balls from below, running one of her nails along the scrotal line to my asshole, making me shudder ecstatically. She had learned all of my needs and delights in the year we had been sleeping together, and now it was as if we had a kind of extrasensory perception between us, which enabled her to give me just what I wanted when I wanted it, with few directions or urgings ever necessary. Believe me, it was one helluva sacrifice to leave that lovely lady. Then she lifted her mouth off of my stiff pole, letting it slip free and throb up in the air like a crazed serpent. She slid her face along my heated groin, till her teeth were clawing at the tangled fibers and then her tongue was lapping hungrily against the heavy sac. "Yeah, that's nice, Raquel, lick those balls…put them in your mouth and suck hard! Ohhh!" I reached down and stuck my hand into her outstretched ass. I stretched my fingers along the deep valley of her lovely ass cheeks, those two plump pillows, scrumptiously cinnamon-colored. I picked and poked at her tight anus. She rose up from my balls and started to recover my prick, but paused long enough to encourage my anal exploration. She shoved her cute brown rear closer to my face, and I readily obliged her by spreading the twin cheeks, exposing the tiny pink hole to full light, and then slowly inserting my index finger. The puckered opening flexed frantically, finally relaxed, and allowed me to push in as far as the knuckle. It felt warm and tight in there. "Yes, yes," she breathed, wagging her tongue over the head of my thick prick. "Oh, I love it so much!" "I know you do, baby, I know…" She squirmed all around, really enjoying herself. I was glad to see it, glad to see that she wasn't too overcome by my bad news. Of course, my vanity wanted to see her slightly broken up but not enough to cause a scene. I wanted to leave my adopted-and now abandoned-country with a good taste in my mouth. Speaking of which, that open, heaving pussy of hers looked mighty tempting, wagging around near my face. I pressed my index finger into her ass a little further and added my middle digit to the tight fit. She squirmed and groaned. Heaving a deep sigh of pleasure, she ground her ass against my wrist, and she continued her voracious sucking, to my delight and I dismay, for I knew that, pleasurable as it certainly was, there was no way I was going to get away unscathed, without coming down her sweet Colombian mouth. She became so excited by my tickling her that she passed her nearest leg across my face. She shimmied up to where her smooth, fragrant, jet-black muff pressed against my chin, and the salmon-colored gash of her deep, wet womanhood covered my open mouth. My tongue lapped at it gladly, long hard swipes across the length of it, slapping hard and steady, making her groin convulse above me. "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" she mumbled, her ecstatic groans shaking and twisting like crazy. I licked and licked, moving my tongue in and out of her, up and down the wet pussy, finally, quickly actually, making her come, making her body blush and shake, making her cunt close tight, trying to capture my tongue. "Oh! Oh!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my exuberant laughter. "That's the way, baby, that's the way…oh, shit, I am I certainly going to miss that beautiful twat of yours!" Her legs trembled intensely, and the dark curls at the side of her cunt twisted around my nostrils ticklishly, nearly driving me crazy as she seemed to be. I inhaled deeply and blew into her heaving honeypot. This seemed to make her come even harder, and she squeezed her soft, plump thighs tighter around my face. I dug both hands into the deep valley and spread the twin buttocks. Then I raised my nose up from the smothering heat of hair and cunt and snorted in as much air as I could get. The aroma of her aroused crotch was all around me now. The sweet smell, the taste! They were things I would not soon forget, no matter how much distance in miles I put between myself and their owner. For a moment I wished I could take her with me. But it wouldn't work out. She was the past I was leaving. She lifted her mouth off my cock for another deep breath. She gave me a loving smile, then swallowed the cock up again, her head moving up and down, and her lips twisting and turning from side to side as my shaft ran in and out of her mouth, back and forth through the lush lips. I rapidly rose to a peak. I closed my eyes and licked more slowly at her delicious pit, dreamily remembering all the times we had done this in the past year. I licked and licked, and her sticky, sweet drool ran down over my chin. She moved faster and faster, her head flying back and forth, making me shudder with pleasure, sheer, unadulterated ecstasy, more and more, till I knew it was too much to stop and I knew that I could not keep from coming right down her sucking, slurping, beautiful throat. My prick contracted, the big breath before the explosion, and then she squeezed her lips around it, down practically at the base. Her hands quickly moved to my balls and squeezed them tightly. It sent a bolt of electricity up from my groin, burning my insides, making me gasp. "Yes, yes, suck it! I'm gonna come now!" I screamed at her, and it was the truth. My steaming come poured out, out, down her throat, and she willingly gobbled it down, like a rich delicacy, and kept on gobbling as the ejaculating prick trembled and quivered and shot its full, thick load. "Drink it! Swallow it, baby! Ohhhh!" I dug my nails into the plump flesh of her ass, and I lay my face flat against her juicy, open honeypot. My eyes closed tightly and I felt like I was sailing through space, through an endless atmosphere of ecstasy. She sucked, chewed, inhaled it all down her throat. I could imagine how it was clogging her throat, cutting off her air supply, but not stopping her, no-she continued at top speed, sucking every last drop out of my exploding prick. There was so damned much of it! But she didn't complain, didn't do anything but suck away and sigh with satisfaction, and I had no doubts that she was enjoying it. The way her cunt blushed and spasmed you could see too that she was having her own climactic reaction to my climax. When I had my second wind and could breathe again, I pushed my tongue back inside her sweet cunt and licked up the drool, of which there was plenty. And when I began sucking her again, she became even more excited and ran her face up and down on my pole with more violent strokes, back and forth, pounding away. At long last, I had given her all I had, and she began to settle down. My prick dwindled down to normal size, and she let it slide out of her mouth. She nibbled at it tenderly, pressing her lips against the head in a loving kiss, licking off the remaining strands of sticky sperm. "Oh, is so nice," she whimpered. "You give me so much to drink all the time…but it is never enough. I could drink it for ever and ever…" With another sigh she arched her groin, raising her ass up some inches above me and then dropping it down on my face. I rubbed my nose against the fragrant pubic hair and kissed her cunt. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue up into the hole, twirling it around lightly. I took a deep breath, then exhaled hard against the fluttering labia. "Ohhhh," she groaned. "Yes, that feels wonderful, darling. I like so much…" I fitted some fingers along the sides of her cunt, and fiddled with the black, silky hairs. She shook her ass about and looked down at me, smiling. "You like my pussy, still?" she said in a sultry whisper. "You no forget it when you go." "I shall remember it the rest of my life," I laughed, and kissed her there. I caught one of the tingling labes and bit down on it, till I felt her squirm. She caressed my thighs, and the feeling was electric. The whole lower half of my body still tingled greatly from the terrific blowjob she had just given me. I realized my chances were not good if I hoped to find another cunt as sexy as this one. She was a gem. She kissed my balls now and patted them. Then she swung around, telling me she wanted to be held in my arms, to press her naked chest against mine. I embraced her. Her red-brown nipples stood out hard and erect at the tips of her wide, round breasts, and they burned as they pressed against the hair on my chest. I let out a sigh and pulled her tighter, kissed her on the ear, then on the lips. We lay there quietly for a couple of minutes. It was a sensual scene, and I would have liked it to go on forever, but that just wasn't possible. She must have sensed I was thinking about the future. She asked me why I had to leave so soon, couldn't I wait till the summer as I previously planned. "Can't baby," I told her. "I have a job waiting for me, and if I don't take that I won't have any money coming in. The U.S. is an expensive country, you know." "Yes, yes, I know," she said wistfully. "But what do I do for fun when you are gone? "You'll manage, I'm sure." "No, I do not find a cock like yours so easy, I am afraid," she sighed. "It will take much looking. I shall have to do much-what is the word-experimenting." "Oh, you will, will you?" She nodded sullenly. "Yes, I will have to fuck with many men to see which one will take care of me next. It may not be so bad, I think. Perhaps I will enjoy it." She looked at me out of the comer of her eye and I knew she was trying to make me jealous. I just snickered and kissed her on the brow. "You want to fuck me now, bebe?" she said. "You don't give a man much time to recover, do you? It's a good thing I'm leaving. I'd be in the grave before my time, otherwise, you vixen." She ran her hand down to my prick and massaged it with knowing strokes. It started to twitch and grow, putty in her hands. I wasn't exactly up to it, physically, though her moans and squirming presence certainly aroused my thoughts. I would just have to extend myself. This wasn't the time to disappoint the dear girl, so soon before dumping her. I bought some time by playing with her lovely titties, distracting her for a couple of minutes. I cupped the wide globules from underneath and lifted them up against my face. They were heavy and plump yet quite firm. I squeezed my nose and mouth along the erect nipples and let my tongue roll out and caress them arousingly. "Ohhh…oh yes," she moaned. My tongue began to drool with saliva. It dripped off and coated her plump boobs. The spit glistened on her ripe red nipples, and they seemed to grow longer still, till they were extended a good two Inches, I continued my licking, faster and harder, finally closing my teeth on one of the lengthy buds and squeezing tightly, feeling it shrink slightly in reaction but then grow even firmer against my attack. I bit down for one more moment and then let go and massaged the pinched nipple tenderly. I moved to the other tingling bud and bit it, too. Raquel moaned as my tongue continued to massage the nipple, around and around, softly, wetly caressing, pushing, lifting the heavy, heaving mammary. I moved a hand down to her cunt and the fluffy curls she grew down there. Her smooth flesh trembled before my caressing fingers, burned with erotic heat. She opened her legs wide and moved my hand around inside that warm hole. Her hands encircled my now-tumescent pole and led it up against her burning, drooling loins. She was wet and ready for me, for my cock to get inside there and deliver the goods. "Yes, yes, put it in," she said, shaking her groin urgently. "Put it in deep, honey…" My cock pushed in towards her quivering cunt lips, ready to explore and impale that luscious target. It touched the outer lips, rubbed around and then slid in further towards the heated depths of her. I pushed, hard as I could, but only a few inches, making her quake and beg for it. "Yes, yes, give it to me! Every inch!" She moaned convulsively and her cunt opened wider, wider for a long moment, the cue for me to slide in the rest of the way, inch after inch, deeper, deeper, to her murky depths, pushing my cock through till the base slammed against the taut outer lips and the nest of pussy hair. "Ohhhhh!" She cried out wildly. "Yes, yes!" I lunged up inside of her, burying my long, throbbing rod against her depths, that deep cavern filling with her own secreting honey, lubricating the passage, making my entrance all the easier. The meat was hot, broiling, and the labes clasped stickily as I plowed back and forth. I ventured in again and again, up to the hilt, and then back, slowly, inch by inch once more, out, till I was only still within her by an inch of my bloated, throbbing head. Back all the way in, then, ramming down solidly, to the hilt once again, making her gasp loudly, with breathless surprise, as I landed hard and heavy at the back of that beautiful, writhing Latin American cunt. "You like that, baby?" I grunted at her gleefully. "You will miss it, won't you?" "Yes, yes…fuck me!" She flexed the strong muscles of her cunt around my deeply plummeting cock, holding, releasing, rhythmically allowing me to move in and out of her, in and out of that gorgeous, hairy, meaty pit of passion. She grunted, baring her teeth. Her fingers tore into the nape of my neck, going for blood it seemed. "You want it bad, don't you, baby?" "Yes, yes, yes!" she shrieked. I stabbed her hard, harder, in and out, plunging, lunging, ramming, slamming in and out of her stormy center, fucking, screwing, moving my cock through her hot cunt at high speed, making the room shake. I dug my hands under her ass, squeezing the fleshy cheeks between them, spreading her ass wide, letting her anus pop out frantically, fluttering beneath my fingers. "Yes, yes, touch me there!" the girl cried manically. "Oh, touch me, it feels so good!" I paused for a few breaths, slowing my pumping, letting my cock throb around half inserted in her pulsating pussy, letting her writhe and moan to the thrill of it, the ticklish thrill of having half my throbbing length inside her cunt, holding, pulsing, exciting her to no end. I stiffly withdrew another inch or two from her cunt, making her scream at me. She begged me to leave it inside, wanted it, deeper, much deeper. I laughed and sucked in a deep breath. I slammed into her, every inch of my pulsing, throbbing manhood, into her pretty pink depths, in all the way, burying my lance in that cavernous cunt. She was a horny bitch. When I plunged back inside, her whole body seemed to turn scarlet, and her head shook about wildly from side to side. I could hardly keep control, and it was a joke to say I dominated the encounter, much as I seemed to be in the superior position. But I gave it my all. I fucked hard, slamming my stock in and out of her tight, lovely pussy, back and forth, endlessly, at top speed, not slowing for an instant, but ramming in and out; stabbing, not giving her time to breathe. She gasped for air, but I fell on top of her, smothered the breath out of her. I lunged my cock through her entrails, uprooting that burning pussy, savaging it, twisting, turning, screwing in tight, manic circles within her warm, wet pouch. I made her claw at me, scream at me as I drove, faster and faster, back and forth, ripping through the portals of her soft, trembling pussy lips. The labes clasped hungrily to the driving prick as it rammed back and forth, through the gates, flinging them aside, sticky secretion flowing everywhere. My cock was quite lubricated now, enough to give me the utmost in carnal flexibility, so I could slide back and forth through her slippery cunt, plunging into it, swimming out of it, back and forth, fucking her to an absolute frazzle. I roared and ravaged her insides, her fantastic pussy that I had come to know and love over that past year. I pushed my hands down under her ass and clutched madly at the puckered pink orifice down there, that tiny, pouting anal opening. I pushed in, scratched inward, pushing through the resistance of the sphincter. In, I pushed, past the barrier, prying, forcing way inside, to the softness and tightness of Raquel's squirming rectum. "Oh, God!" she screamed. "Oh, that feels so good, bebe! Yes, yes, is so good! Push it in, your finger, fuck me with your finger in my ass! Ahhh!" I did just what she asked, continuing to pump my prick back and forth in her pussy, but now also pumping the finger I had plugged up her ass. I pushed it in and out, fingering the hot, dry anal canal. I squeezed intensely till the sphincter opened wide and I slid past the knuckle, all the way into her asshole and with room to spare, enough for me to stick a second finger inside there. She reacted hotly to this last intrusion, scratching my neck more violently, shaking me from side to side above her, nearly pulling me over. But she didn't have me yet. I burrowed I my cock deep inside her, and at the very same time jabbed at the tinier nether opening. I twisted and turned my finger, feeling my way around in that strange passage. And I fucked, back and forth, stabbing my spear into her, all the way through that silky, steamy genital hole, feeling the quivering, pulsing, shivering vibrations that erupted in those heated recesses. I was pretty well exhausted by this time, my breath coming hard and the muscles in my arms starting to give in. But I didn't give up, didn't slow or stop. I wasn't about to give up till we both reached the top of the mountain and were skating at the crest of a mutual orgasm. Raquel was also feeling the strain. She shouted at me, "Oh, honey, it is too much! I'm coming! Oh, I'm coming so strong, do you hear me? Do you?" "I hear you, baby," I grunted back at her, between thrusts. "You just keep on coming, baby, I'm almost with you… just a little…more!" I bucked and banged, my prick sinking in and out of her melting, exploding lambpit, in all the way to the base, to my thick root, and then back out again, to the head, knobbed and swelling, twisting around at the tip of her slit. I was driving her insane with lust, but almost satisfying her lusty cravings with the downward plunge that soon followed, hard and heated, driving all the way inside her. She thrust her groin up at me hard, opening her cunt wide, like a hair-lined chasm, arching it for the next lunge of my cock. She wailed for me to come then and there, to let her feel the force of my semen, to spray the fire in her loins with that viscous fluid. She didn't have more than a few more seconds to wait for that, and I told her so as coherently as I could considering the strain on my lungs. I increased the speed of my plunging, pumping, stabbing strokes, in and out of her orgasmic, furry opening. Her cunt was like a fiery furnace, and its heat scalded my cock. But I gritted my teeth and prepared for release, sweet, devastating ejaculation. It came closer and closer to fruition. I could feel it swelling up within me. The sensation was glorious, totally exhilarating. My body filled with passion, from toe to skull, inclusive. It rocked me till I was nearly senseless, hardly knowing who I was, or who I was so gloriously fucking for one fantastic, ecstatic moment. I pumped in and out a few final times, priming for the big ending, the flood to dampen her burning insides and wash them clean of desire, for a little while, anyway-I couldn't expect more, knowing what a horny bitch she was. She scratched and shook and screamed. "Now, now, please, I can't hold on any longer! Gaaaa!" "Yes, yes," I groaned back. It's…on it's way now, baby, yes' yes it is!" And it was, rolling up through me, the sperm blasting up from my balls, shooting along the shaft and out, out! Into her waiting twat. It was hot, wet, creamy, rising through her lovely system, making her scream for a savior, making her shake and cry and moan incomprehensibly, wonderfully, begging for more, hoping it would never stop. I pumped and pumped, pushing out every last particle of my precious seed, all up into her heaving cave, making her quake and shake with excitement. "Ohhhh!" I screamed. "Take it, baby, take it all… God, it's fantastic, you're fantastic!" The last drop shot out of me, and not a moment too soon. I collapsed, my arms giving way. We rolled over sideways on the bed, both of us panting for air. I slid my hands lightly up and down on her naked form, feeling the big breasts, tweaking the nipples, squeezing the ass cheeks, touching her, exploring her wide wonderful body. It would be one of the last times I could touch her like that, naked, our bodies alive with the simmering sensations of orgasm. She panted against my ear, and her lips pecked at me, tongue flicking out against my cheek. "You see," she said, when she had regained her breath somewhat, "you see how well we go together, bebe… we fuck like one person, so perfectly, so beautifully…" "Yeah, I can't argue with you there," I muttered back, closing my eyes and sighing, ignoring the implications, and hoping she would do the same. She didn't ignore them. "It is a shame," she said, "that you must destroy such a relationship." "Yeah I know but-" "Why don't you take me with you, huh? I could go with you to United States. We could live together like here. You no have to marry me; it will be okay." "No, no, it just wouldn't work out," I explained. "I couldn't afford you. It's very expensive back in the states, baby, and I wouldn't be making enough to support two people." "I get a job," she said, caressing my chest, kissing me softly on the ear and the neck.

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She was almost enough woman to change my mind. But in the end I got away, leaving her behind. I was going to make my fortune back in the homeland and couldn't be saddled with any excess baggage. Besides, I never had any trouble finding new girlfriends. The stewardesses on the plane to New York, tall, blonde, round-hipped, big-titted beauties with southern and Midwestern accents, with names like Cathy and Mary Jo, reminded that the U.S. was not lacking in feminine attractions. I didn't think I would have any trouble reactivating my love life, not even at a private school out in the wilds of New Jersey. And brother, did that prove to be an understatement.

Chapter Two

When I got into New York City the first thing I did was blow three hundred dollars of my savings on a used car. It was an old heap, but it ran and would serve to get me to the Mountainview School in northern New Jersey. When the headmaster at Mountainview confirmed my appointment, he enclosed instructions telling me what to do when I arrived. The first thing was to get in touch with a Mrs. Black, a real estate agent in the town of Elmwood, the closest town to the school. The school had already rented a cottage for me, and Mrs. Black would show me where it and the school were located. So I took off for the wilds of New Jersey. For my first hour in the garden state there was nothing to the left or right of me but a nightmarish industrial wasteland, and I had to roll up the car windows to keep out the smell. Then gradually the landscape softened out, the highway narrowed to two lanes across, and the air, as I moved up into the mountains, became crisp and fairly breathable. Tall green forest was all around when I turned off the highway and onto a rural road that led to the town. It was nothing but a single street of small shops, a supermarket, and a gas station. A cop directed me to the real estate office. There were pictures of chalet-type houses in the window. Inside, there was one woman, sitting behind a typewriter. "Yes," she said, "can I help you?" "I'm looking for Mrs. Black." "Yes, that's me." She took her eyeglasses off and smiled at me. She was an attractive brunette, late thirties, I would say. She leaned back in her chair to study me, stretching her already quite tight pullover, giving evidence as she did of an unusually large pair of tits. She must have sensed I was staring at her chest, for she glanced down at herself and smiled slyly. "I'm Mrs. Black," she reiterated. "What can I do for you, Mr.-" "Eastman. Les Eastman." "You're looking to buy a house, are you?" "I'm the new teacher at Mountainview School. The headmaster there, Mr. Hoag, said they had rented a cottage for me and to contact you about it." "Oh, yes, yes. It's up there on the way to the school. About a twenty minute drive, I would say. Do you know your way around here yet?" "No, I've only just arrived. I haven't even been to the school yet, as a matter of fact." She reflected on this. I got the feeling, as she stole a couple of glances at me, that she was considering me for something. But I didn't know what. She stood up. The tits were indeed quite large, but I saw now that she was healthy all over, with a ripe round ass, too, and long, stockinged legs extending below a temptingly short skirt. She walked over to me and offered her hand. I shook it slowly, one might almost say sensually. The woman was giving off curiously sexual vibrations. What did this mean? Perhaps it was only typically American ingenuousness. I had been away so long I was probably out of touch with the national character. But then again, perhaps the woman was genuinely heated up by my overwhelming natural charms. With her next statement, I knew I would have time to find out which it was: "I'll take you out there, Mr. Eastman, and show you the house. We wouldn't want you getting lost up there. The woods are pretty thick in these parts." "Fine…that's fine, Mrs. Black." "Call me June, please." "I certainly will. And my name's Les." I followed her car up a steep, partially unpaved road. The houses were few and far between and were an odd mix of genuine mansions and veritable shacks. We didn't pass any other cars all the way up. She finally put on her turn signal, and turned left up a narrower, completely unpaved road. There was a sign for the school at the turn. It read: Mountainview Girls School, One Mile Ahead. We passed several identical cottages of red brick, and Mrs. Black pulled into the driveway of the fourth one. I pulled up beside her and got out of my car. She reached the front door and turned, smiling at me provocatively and swinging the keys in her hand. "You're the first of your kind, far as I know," she said, chuckling, pursing her lips. "What does that mean?" I came up beside her. "I mean, a handsome young man and all. That school you're going to work for generally only hires ladies or else senile or faggot men. 1 can imagine why." "Why? " "Oh, all those tempting young things wiggling around. That sort of situation can be dangerous when you put a virile man in there. It s like putting a…cock…in the henhouse, if you see what I mean." Her very deliberate pronunciation of the word "cock" left no doubt in my mind that she was putting herself up for grabs. So I stepped closer and grabbed her. "Don't worry," I said, putting a hand around her waist and slipping it down to the wide curve of her ass. 1 squeezed the plump, soft flesh and heard her inhale sharply. "Don't worry, Mrs. Black, I prefer my women to be post-pubescent, if you see what I mean." "I think I do, Les. Let's go inside and discuss it." And I followed her inside, thinking: here was America, robust, lusty, and straightforward! It was a compact little house. June showed me the living room, then the dining room, the kitchen, and then bedroom and bath. She dropped down on the bed to show me how very soft and comfortable it was. "Yes," I said, "it looks like I could jump into that bed right now and enjoy myself thoroughly." "I assure you, you could." "Not that it makes any difference to me, June, but where does Mr. Black hang out at this time of day?" "I haven't the foggiest, Les, dear; we've been divorced for almost a year now." She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, wide enough to let me see the plump crotch band of her pink panties. No, I didn't need more encouragement than that. I stepped up to the bed and she reached out for me, quickly unzipping my pants, dragging them down and then the underpants, letting my cock bob up into view. She sighed loudly. Her fingers curled through my pubic hair, and my cock jumped up at her, growing several inches. The thick head reached up and touched the palm of her caressing hand. "Such a nice, nice prick," the woman breathed, letting her hand slide down over my pubic hair till the palm touched the base of the prick, pushing the pole downward below her till the palm was sliding along the length of my shaft. Her hand reached the end of my cock, the palm pressing right against my swelling knob, and then she twisted her hand around to the underside and her fingers closed tight there just below the head. It felt so damned good it took my breath away. I glanced down at my cock and saw a bead of shiny liquid just rising out from the glans. Very erotic. Mrs. Black squeezed tighter and more of the sexy fluid ebbed out. "Go, baby, that's beautiful…" She nodded in agreement and slowly. pulled forward. She pulled till the crinkled foreskin was moving up around the head. Then she let it spring back, and the cock grew even longer and tauter in her dainty feminine hand. She jerked me several times more, slowly, moving the skin up, up, then letting it slide back, squeezing her fingers close against the tense muscle, making it throb passionately, making more of that sticky white juice flow out from the head. Mr. Black didn't know what he was missing. I growled huskily at her, encouragingly, muttering what a good job she was doing and all of that. I extended my pelvis out further in response to the continuing caresses. But she was already ready for bigger and better things, I guess. She rearranged her grip on my dick and with her free hand pulled up her skirt and dragged down her panties, all in one movement. What dexterity! Her pussy itself was gorgeous, with thick brown curls and a delectably plump mound. I didn't have a chance to feel it, though, before she moved up against me, just to the side, pressing the naked loins and their electrifying brown hairs against my thigh. She began a slow grind, mopping the bush around my thigh and the edge of my ass. My cock quivered and jumped up hotter and heavier than ever. "Oh shit, baby, that's nice!" She laughed. Her hand grabbed hold of my cock and tugged it back and forth quickly. She pressed her body tightly to mine. With her free hand, she rubbed my ass, sticking her fingers in between my clenching cheeks, into the tight valley there, rubbing up and down, moving toward my tight asshole. She laughed again as I moaned, and ground her pussy into me with more wanton abandon, spreading her legs to let me feel the soft meat of the pink cunt itself. In a twitching frenzy I swung a hand around her and encircled the woman's plump fanny even as she was caressing mine. It was, truth to tell, a beautiful ass, wide and plump, but not sagging-pert and round as two huge casabas. I scratched in and down between the round buttocks and found the little cleft of her anus. It wasn't so little, actually, but puckered widely, just waiting to be fucked. I poked inward at it, sticking my nail under the pouty rim and pushing in slowly, feeling her squirm around in reaction. "You like that, Mrs. Black?" I asked, between the sobs of my own excitement. "Yes, yes… oh, lovely!" she whispered back. "Oh, I like that, Les… push it in further!" Yes, they all liked that. She reached down and held my probing hand. She revolved it around in faster circles, and ground her ass at the same time, as if tickling herself with my finger. Her sphincter yawned wider and sucked in on the lone digit. She leaned over as far as she could stretch and let me jab away at her open anus, while she jerked on my cock, keeping my erection firm and fiery. I was really incensed now, and ready for anything, my mind flitting from one filthy image to another. At last I pushed her down to her knees and had her stick that wide, gorgeous rear in to the air. I got down behind her, plucking my finger out of her ass and pressing my face in there instead. The smell from her crotch was exhilarating, a hot erotic musk that you could almost taste. A whitish foam clung to the sides of her cunt, clear sign that she was really getting off even on these preliminaries. "How'd you like me to stick my tongue in around that territory there, baby?" I asked her, snickering lustfully. "Yes, yes, anything!" she groaned back. "Do what you want, do anything you want, I don't care! I'm wild, honey, as wild as you can ever be and then some!" So I moved my face in closer and hung my tongue out. I dabbed it around on that burning pink nether area. I swabbed my tongue across her anus, around and around on the taut pucker, and then down to the edge of her beautiful, mysterious dark opening beneath. She squirmed and shock her ass at me. I dug my nails into the plump cheeks, holding them close against me, so she couldn't get away-not that she wanted to. I dabbed the rubbery dagger in and out and around, buck up to the anus, inside it, pushing my tongue in a good inch or two, plucking it out, swiping down again to the hairy, hairy cunt, pushing into that pulsating orifice. She shook, she squirmed, she moaned passionately. And all the while my cock throbbed quite ecstatically, my steady erection not lessening a single inch, it was so excited by my oral mischief. "Yes, yes, that feels so good!" she exclaimed. "Yes, yes, lick my cunt… my hot, wet cunt!" She was shaking and groaning enough to be climaxing, and I myself was having a helluva good time, too, with my wet oral exploration, moving into those dark channels, pink pussy and ass, gobbling away with my lips and tongue and nose, gobbling at the darkness and the wetness. I ran a hand in below my mouth, between her legs, touching her electric, alive cunt, scratching at the tightly curled brown hairs, and then in, into the sexy oven, the heated hole of this lovely real estate agent. And now my face was planted firmly against the tiny squirming cavity of her asshole. I forced two fingers between her quivering labes, and pushed them deeply inside her cunt. She opened up completely then, and I slid in two more fingers and part of my thumb. She made me feel tough and hard, and I moved my hand around harshly, stretching the walls of her sweet pussy, making her groan with a tinge of pain on top of all that pleasure. "Feel it, baby!" I growled at her. "Feel my hand inside your fat cunt! Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it? But you want more, huh? You want everything!" "Ahhhh! Yes, yes, more…" I kissed her. I kissed her hole and the outlying hairs, and the shaking globules of her ass. I kissed and caressed her, stuck fingers back into her anus, and pumped them back and forth wildly. She quaked all over. Keeping one hand firmly inside her asshole I stuck the other one inside her fat, damp pussy. Pretty soon I was almost fist-fucking her, with four fingers deep inside that open twat, shaking and stabbing back and forth. The cunt was awash with her own spewing fluids, soaking my hand, lubricating it for even deeper thrusts. She screamed and screamed, and her screams became hysterical laughs and then screams again. She shook, spasmed, bucked and banged against me and my violent fingers, fucking and plucking at her sensitive erogenous zones. My fingers dipped and dabbed at the openings. I devoured her, every inch that was brazenly presented to my ravenous mouth, tongue, teeth, lips and fingers. I licked until my tongue collapsed from the exertion. At last, while she was still coming intensely, I dragged my hands out of her cunt and ass and pushed her over onto her side. She shivered and squirmed, licking her lips like some kind of wild animal craving nourishment. She begged me in every way she could think of to fuck her, to stick my prick into her and make the coming continue. "Yeah, baby, we'll fuck…I'll put it to you good, my horny divorcee. I can see you need it bad." "I do…I do. You don't know what it's like yet, living in this godforsaken part of the woods. It's murder. I need new blood. You, I need you…" I laughed excitedly. Then I lunged at her, dropping on top of the woman and tearing her clothes off. Of course, I didn't actually tear anything. That would have been awkward. But I pulled her sweater off and dragged down her skirt with enough feigned violence to thrill us both. Then she stretched out below me, shaking what she had. And what she had was plenty: two incredibly large tits with wide, wide bright pink roseates and long scarlet nipples sprouting out from their baselike stovepipe hats; the pink pussy gleamed and quivered and opened wide for my inspection. "Come on, come on!" she wailed at me, shaking the huge tits and stroking her pussy, flaunting it, daring me to stick my cock into it. I held my prick at the base and shook it from side to side. Then I moved it down to abrade the springy, curly brown hairs that covered her cunt. Even the pubic hair was damp with her creamy sexual secretion. "I'm coming inside, baby, get ready for it!" I cried out, squirming up closer. "Yes, yes, yes!" We were both screaming at the top of our lungs, and if we hadn't been out in the middle of nowhere the cops would probably be breaking the door in. I got on top of her, prying my thumbs into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She reached hungrily for my cock and she bent it down to the waiting labes, rubbing it around and around, circling the lusting outer lips, teasing the inner, fiery mouth of their beautiful hole. She screamed deliriously now, screamed for me to stick my fat prick all the way in and never take it out. And I complied with the anxious request. Her fingers guided my swollen prick-head inside, up the carnal path through her growth of brown hair. I felt the heat of her meat enclosing my prick and I frantically sought more, much more of that tight, hot paradise. I lunged in, slamming six inches at least through her portals, up into that bubbling canal. Her cunt closed tighter and tighter on me for every inch I invaded. Her loins practically climbed up around me like clinging vines. And I stabbed into her, the full weight and length of my manhood. "Ahhhhhh!" she bellowed, a weird smile on her face as she felt the infinite pleasure of my thick, throbbing yard, my ten-plus inches crashing through her. Into those hot, unexplored depths I moved, into the mysterious recesses of her undulating, climaxing womanhood. "Take it, baby, take that prick! All of it! Yaaaa!" Her hands reached out for me, scratched up and down my back, dug her nails into the soft flesh of my ass. I was truly afraid this one would tear my ass open, her attack was so fucking strenuous. But before that could happen she moved up to my arms, gripping me at the elbows, turning them, twisting up and down and around like she was guiding two ski poles. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck it into me, you beautiful bastard! Give me every inch of it, and give it to me hard!" I dragged my prick back out, inch by inch, slowly, sensually, making my partner quiver from head to toe with the power and passion of the slow withdrawal. Against the fearsome clasp of her cunt jaws I drew back, out till only my knobbed head was still implanted in that fantastic pussy. She must have thought, in her addled state of mind, that I was leaving for good; they all do when they're in that stage of sexual excitation. Her expression became one of panic and she shook her head from side to side, speechless against my possible departure. So I reassured her that there was no chance of that. I circled my cock around at the edge of her cunt lips, making her jump and spasm at me and stare at me as if I were her impending executioner instead of the man making her go berserk with passion. "Here we go now, baby, stop your worrying…" I took a long breath and then slammed back inside that fat, delicious cunt. All the way this time, smacking my groin right up against hers. We both swooned from the impact. Mrs. Black clawed at me again. I licked my lips, licked up the spittle that was hanging from them. We were like mad dogs in our lust, and if any official observer happened to see us they would probably recommend we be put in cages or put to sleep, which ever would be the more beneficial to society at large. So I fucked, faster and faster, and her powerful cunt dragged at my throbbing prick, coveting, craving more, another inch, as if my near-dozen wasn't enough. But I pounded harder, harder, trying to satisfy her and not knock myself out in the process. In and out, back and forth, harder and harder! "Ohhh! Oh, yes, that's good!" she cried. "Fuck me, fuck me, you bastard! Oh God, that's good! That's wonderful!" My fingers crept under the ripe cheeks of her rump, and I held them apart as I started to plunge back and forth at a new pace, still faster than before, screwing in and out of her darling honeypot. Her cunt hairs began to stick to the increasing moistness of my shaft and created a kind of French tickler effect, wrapping around my dick as I banged in and out of the wet orifice. Again and again, raising my ass up, dropping it down, my ten inches of cock stabbing through her, making her moan and groan and shake. I increased the speed of my plunges, if you can believe such a thing, faster and faster, in and out. She lifted up at me, and I hit her with terrific force, our groins smashing together like colliding trains. The liquid sound of fucking filled the room, echoing in our ears as we hunched together, humping madly, our bodies clawing and crying, her cunt hugging my cock like a lifeline. "Oh! Ohhhhh! God!" she cried, almost incomprehensibly, like a victim of some deadly fever. "Too much cock for you, baby, huh? Is that your problem!" I laughed breathlessly. "Hey, I'm not overdoing it am I, doll? 1'ell me if I am!" "No, no! Fuck me! More and more!" She raved on like a maniac, and I kept on plunging, ramming my organ in and out of her tight depths. That hole of hers kept getting wetter and wetter. My drooling sperm added to the already thick flow of her spew, that milky come that drooled out from the depths of her pit, greasing my pole as I plowed in and out of her, again and again. I felt myself rising to an unavoidable climax, but I was having such a fucking good time fucking this stranger that I wanted to put it off as long as I could. But that would be extremely difficult if I kept on the way I was going. In that direction lay only one thing-ejaculation. So it was time for a change of pace. "No, no, what are you doing, Les? Don't take it out…you mustn't…please don't!" "It's all right, baby, I'm just prolonging the end. You don't mind that, do you?" "No…ohhh! But hurry! I'm coming! Don't keep that cock away from me for long, please!" I slipped the cock out of her pussy and rubbed it all over her thick bush. It was covered in viscous spew, hers and mine, dripping from the head and sliding all over her crotch. I didn't know exactly what I was doing. I felt myself grinning crazily. I climbed up on her body, sliding my naked l groin over her stomach, higher, my balls trailing over her large titties with their long, erect red nipples sticking up. I reached down and lifted one of the titties up and slapped it across my swollen cockhead. My cock squirmed and her nipple stiffened. Mrs. Black groaned convulsively. Then I moved up higher, straddling her neck, my balls draping over her chin. Her tongue stretched out and licked at my dangling testicles, twining it through the hairs, around the soft skin. I gripped my cock and bent it down towards her mouth. Her eyes widened and she stared at me with a combination of fear and absolute adoration. "Suck it, baby!" I growled. "I want you to taste it… I want it in the back of your mouth…Go on and taste it, taste the sweet scum of your pussy dripping off of it…And if you suck it real nice I just might stick it back inside that gorgeous cunt of yours, how about that?" "Yes, yes, all right, honey, all right!" She ran her hands down to the wagging tool, captured it and fed it in between her lips. She sucked it in, her tongue licking off all that sauce from her cunt, dragging it down her throat with an erotic inhalation. I pushed in fast, practically making her gag on it. But this lady knew how to handle the situation. She was either quite experienced or divinely inspired. She gobbled up every inch of my massive manhood, closed her lips down tight on it and sucked away, sucked and sucked, moving her face around it, up and down, back and forth, letting me pull half of it out and then chewing her way back to the hilt. When I was sucked to the point of nearly coming again, I pulled out. She seemed now as reluctant to let it out of her mouth as she had been to let it out of her cunt. But I finally got free and scurried back down along her svelte torso. I kissed and nibbled on her tits as I passed them. She squirmed maniacally beneath me. Our groins touched again, and I held open her legs and pressed my cock between her nether lips. It slid right in, thanks to the lubrication of a veritable flood of love nectar flowing down there. I was in again, now for the last act of this production. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Mrs. Black squealed. "Come in my cunt, my beautiful cunt!" I laughed loudly and told her that was exactly what I intended to do to her beautiful cunt. Once more my hands swept under her buttocks and held the flesh tightly, spreading the plump cheeks wide apart, exposing her quivering anus once more, Her cunt was already widespread and waiting for my sexual stab, And I gave it to her, plunging through the tense opening, ramming into that frenzied pussy, Her cunt was alive, wild with the passions of the moment. The jaws sucked at me like a shark trying to swallow its prey whole. All of me, every fucking inch, jammed down that vaginal throat, in hard and tight, circling, around and around, then pulling out hard, out, then in again in one swift movement, taking my breath away with the exertion. "Ohhhhh! Ahhhh! Fantastic!" she cried, "Fuck me, fuck me with that huge prick Do it, do it!" I snorted and gasped and growled. I roared and pumped away at her, in and out, fucking the aging bitch I had only met about forty minutes earlier, She heaved and hollered each time I made a downward thrust. I fucked my cock back and forth, not slowing or stopping now till I was completely spent, I was fucking to the breaking point, hard and fast inside her. It went on, for another minute, and another. She licked at her lips, like a frothing beast, and begged me to come right then. Her eyes were closed tight and her head shook to and fro as though she were in the grip of an epileptic fit. Then she screamed: "Now, now, now! I'm coming, I'm really coming, honey, please…now!" I shouted at her between clenched teeth, telling her I was quite on my way now, no turning back. A wave of high ecstasy swept over me and I knew the peak had been reached. I couldn't hold off any longer. I rushed towards this inevitability with all the strength I had left. Faster and faster I pumped, again and again, in and out of that tight, sopping pussy. And then it rolled up over me, washed all over me, a fantastic experience. The first long squirt exploded, smashing into the farthest reaches of the woman's heaving pussy. Her twat opened up under me and I filled it with blasting seed, pouring it in till it spilled out and splashed over her thighs. Two more hard blasts shot from my prick, and I really thought I was going to go out of my skull with pleasure. The look on Mrs. Black's face told me she was experiencing similar sensations just then. We stayed carnally connected for several minutes more, while we tried to catch our breath. I didn't even have enough strength just then to roll off of her. "Well," I finally said, "I guess I better be getting over to the school before they think I'm not coming." She patted me on the chest. "Oh, honey, I can testify that nothing can keep you from coming." "Ha, ha, but just the same, I did say I would try and get there before school let out today. They probably want to show me around and all that." "Yes, yes, I'm sure you're going to be very busy. But I do hope you'll find time to come down and visit me in town. I'm free almost every night." I shrugged. "I'll keep in touch, don't you worry. But I may be pretty busy for the first few days here, so don't wait up for me, baby." "All right, all right. I can wait. I'm not that horny, no matter what first impression I've made on you. But I'm no fool, and I know a good thing when I see one, so I'll swallow my pride and ask you please come see me before too long." "Sure, that's a promise. Now why don't you get your clothes on and get out of here?" I waited till I saw her car drive off before I got myself dressed, looked over the cottage one more time and then went out to my own car. The school, she had told me, was another thousand yards down the road, on the right. I had no trouble finding it. The trouble I had came a little later on, when I started playing around with jailbait and a horny wife, not to mention practically every other female at that fucking school.

Chapter Three

Mountainview School was a bright white two-storey mansion in the manner of an antebellum southern plantation, with wide entrance, tall pillars. A long, semi-circular driveway led me to the front parking area. A black Lincoln Continental was the only other vehicle there, probably the headmaster's. I parked my heap next to it, checked myself out in the rear-view mirror, then went into the building. An old lady was tending the reception desk. She gave me a look of surprise when I told her who I was, then nervously told me to follow her. We went down to the end of the hall, to a huge oaken door. She knocked lightly on it, opened it slightly and peered inside. This was obviously the office of the big cheese, the owner of the Lincoln. "Mr. Hoag," the receptionist whispered inside, "the new teacher has just arrived." "Send her in," said a gruff voice beyond. "Yes, sir." She turned to me. "Mr. Hoag, the headmaster, will see you now. Please go in." The old-timer inside looked apoplectic when he saw me. "But, but, you mean to say you're Leslie Eastman?" "Yes, that's right," I said. "But you're supposed to be a woman!" He was about sixty-five, bald, and weirdly pink in his complexion. The pinkness ran right to the tips of his fingers. He squinted at me and shook his head. "Sorry," I said calmly, "but I've never been a woman in my life. Just wasn't one of my ambitions." "Not a woman? Wait a minute," he continued distractedly. "I…I understood that I had hired a woman. Miss Leslie Eastman. Are you sure you are she-I mean he?" "Quite sure. Have been since birth. My first name is admittedly androgynous, but my friends just call me Les." "My gosh…gosh, this is rather irregular. I mean, I was definitely expecting a female instructor." "Well Mr. Hoag, I was hired to teach English, and I don't see what part my sex has to do with that. It isn't my ability to teach that bothers you, is it?" "No, no…your record seems to be quite good. That's why we accepted you so quickly, my good man-but we thought you were, were a good woman!" "But where is the problem?" "Well," he sputtered. "This is a girls' school, as you must know…with young girls. Our faculty is generally exclusively female, Mr. Eastman..," He took off his glasses, started to wipe the lenses, and fell into a coughing fit. "I…I just don't know what to tell you, sir." "You can tell me when 1 start teaching, Mr. Hoag." "But, but…" "Are you implying that you question my character? My references are all in order, I think-" "No, I didn't mean-" "Do you have someone else for the job? I must remind you 1 do have a contract." "All right, don't get excited, Mr. Eastman. We don't have anyone else for the job right now, as a matter of fact. The previous English instructor left us unexpectedly." "I have come a great distance, Mr. Hoag. Will you please tell me what's going on?" He squirmed nervously, then heaved a sigh. "The contract is only till the end of this semester, correct?" "Yes, that's right," I said. "Well, that's only a couple of months. I don't suppose there can be any trouble in that short a time. Please, please sit down, Mr. Eastman. You've got a contract and it is my responsibility to honor it." "Thank you." I sat down. "Have you found your accommodations to your liking?" "Yes, the house is fine." "Good. I might as well let you get started right away. We can discuss any questions you may have at a later date. The students have been without regular instruction for several weeks now. The sooner you get started the better. My secretary will show you to your office, where you will find the books you will need, and your class schedule." He pressed a button on his intercom, and said, "come in here, Miss Rounbottom, please. Thank you." The door opened in a moment, and in walked a piece of ass of incredible voluptuousness. She was a secretary out of a burlesque skit: tall, close to six feet I would guess, with lustrous blonde hair, huge bulging tits, and a big round rear. She was wearing a tight blue miniskirt that revealed three-quarters of a very shapely pair of legs, nice plump, creamy thighs. She had a round, unintelligent face, but a wide, sexy, gash of a mouth that hinted at desire. "This is Mr. Eastman, Linda, our new English instructor," the headmaster said. "How do you do," she said, looking at me seriously, but then quickly winking at me. I cleared my throat. "How do you do," I said, and did not wink back at her. "Take Mr. Eastman to his office, please." "Yes, sir," she smiled politely. I shook hands with Mr. Hoag and then I followed his gorgeous secretary out of the office and down the corridor, keeping a few paces behind to watch her pretty, plump ass sway back and forth with every step. You can imagine what plans I was already hatching in my mind for this beauty. My office was at the end of a deserted corridor, near some stock rooms. There was not much to it, desk and chair, a bookcase, a closet, a sink, and a window. Linda, the secretary, stepped inside behind me and closed the door. I turned to face her. She was smiling and nodding her head, sizing me up. "So how'd you do it?" "Do what?" I asked. "How did you get him to hire you without you either being senile or having a cunt? Christ, I could have peed when I saw what the new teacher looked like." "Yeah, there seems to have been some sort of error," I said. I was simultaneously taken aback and encouraged by her rather frank language. "But not to worry, I think it's all been worked out now. At least till the end of this semester." "That's just swell. And do you know why?" "Why?" "Because, baby, we can use a stud like you around here. This place is just like a convent. No men around for miles. And those down in the closest town are mostly stiffs. Most of the time we women have to make do with our trusty vibrators. Am I shocking you, Mr. Eastman?" "Shocking me? No, delighting me." "Oh, what a shame. I thought maybe I could shock you. And then I would try to arouse you.” "Forget the shocks. Why don't we go right to the arousing part, Linda." "Whatever you say, Mr. Eastman. I'm a secretary here, and it's my job to serve. If you want me to type a letter, maybe, or take…dictation." She stepped back to the door and locked it with a quick flick of her wrist. She gave me another wink. The next moment she was standing just in front of me and moving a hand up between my legs. She squeezed her hand. against my crotch, and my cock immediately swelled up against the pressure. "Feels big," she said. "I bet we could have lots and lots of fun with that." I gave a sigh, and stood my ground, while she pried her long-nailed fingers into the growing bulge. She cupped it, and dug her nails against my trousers. The secretary started to pull back and forth, till the head of my cock pushed out far beneath my clothes. "Oh, you've got something in there… I think it wants to come out and see me, Mr. Eastman. Don't you think so?" "Yes, it's dying to meet you." With one efficient movement, she pulled down my zipper and stuck her hand inside. I took a deep breath, excitedly feeling the fingers crawling over my crotch. She got the fingers inside my underpants and made contact with my cock. She squeezed it, which made me gasp loudly. "Oh, it is big," she whispered giddily. The blonde pulled the prick all the way out and then held it tight at the hilt. She got down on her knees before me. Her tongue crept out and licked up and down at the growing shaft. Her lips drooled with saliva. She was hungry, no doubt about that. She licked and licked at me, till my cock started to shine brightly, gleaming with spit and dripping come. The girl opened her large, sensual mouth still wider and swallowed me up, every fucking inch, right down to the hilt. I groaned and shook my pelvis at her. Just the sight of this fabulous-looking female perched on her knees, with her mouth full of my cock, was enough to make me shoot off. Luckily, I had stronger willpower than that, and I had already gotten pretty well laid just a short time before so I wasn't as frisky as I might have been. Up and down she moved, slowly, twisting and squeezing on me, sucking in, drawing the semen out of my balls. I shivered as I felt the tip of my cock touch against her tonsils. More sperm dripped from the sides of her lips, and continued on in a tiny, sexy trickle over her chin. She let the cock slide out almost all the way, but she caught an oral grip on it at the last moment and rammed her face back to the base, quickly and tightly, till the head smacked the back of her throat once more. "Oh, that's good, baby, that's real nice," I groaned, shaking rhythmically, clenching my fists. She lifted off it and gasped for breath. She smiled at me crazily, her eyes twinkling like she was high. "Oh, you can't imagine how good that tastes," she sighed. "I haven't had a big cock like this in my mouth in, I don't know, weeks and weeks." "Well, baby, you haven't lost your touch, even if you are out of practice. Go on, do a little more." She nodded. Her fingers squeezed my pole at the base, and she slid her tongue down the length of it, then dragged it back up to the head. She paused at the delicate skin under the rim of the head, and licked it, which made me squirm wildly and groan like an animal. All I needed was for someone, like Mr. Hoag or that aged receptionist of his, to come down the corridor looking for me. It would not be a terrific testament to my sense of responsibility and seriousness to be caught getting a blowjob a few minutes after my arrival at the school. I bucked forward convulsively, and she swallowed me whole once more. I lunged my prick straight down her throat, and she watched it go past her lips with her eyes wide. She sucked, up and down, and I grunted and squirmed, and I passed my hands through her long blonde hair. She paused again, and squeezed in on the rim of the head. I shuddered, felt a rush of ecstasy and almost came-but didn't. She opened her mouth wide and slipped off of me. "Let's fuck, Les," she said simply. "Do you think it's safe?" "Who cares? I've got to get fucked, and this cock of yours is the one to do the trick." She quickly lifted her skirt up and tucked it into her belt. Then she took hold of her panties at the waistband and dragged them to her ankles. She stepped out of them, spread her legs, and brushed up the thick golden hairs growing on her crotch, laying her pink pussy bare. "Over here," she said. "I'll stretch out on the desk and you can stand and fuck me." "Your wish is my command," I laughed, following her to the desk and watching her perch her plump ass at the edge, leaning back on the blotter and the assorted papers there. She spread her moist cunt wide and held her hands out for me. Grabbing the taut pole, she led me up hard against her fiery loins. The secretary held her breath, and for a moment or two I teased her by rubbing the head of my cock up and down at the edge of her trembling twat. "Here I am, baby, I'm coming inside." And I began to push into the tender passage. She took a deep breath and held it for that dramatic moment. When I was halfway inside she exhaled deeply, her cunt opened up wide, and I shoved in to the hilt. "Unnnggggg!" Linda cried out. She grabbed me by the shoulders and nodded her head frantically. I picked up my pace, driving down into her, ramming every solid inch up that deep hole. All my muscles tensed as I shoved inside, deeper and deeper, to the hilt. Her cunt seemed to become deeper each time I thrust in against it, and it felt like I would be falling inside her before long. In and out, withdrawing almost completely then recapturing the hole, filling it completely and quickly, making her groin spasm and her body shake. I pushed against her harder and harder, so deeply and violently that I might have been tearing through vital organs. Each time I arched back, and slid the cock out, she shook, and her cunt lips squeezed tightly together, trying desperately to keep my big prick inside her. "Oh! Oh! Yes, yes, fuck me, oh fucking God, that's good! Yes, do it, do it to me, Les!" I pushed up closer, till my thighs were scraping against the edge of the desk. All I needed was one awkward thrust and I would be smashing my cock against solid wood. Splinters in my prick was one thing I could do without. Linda's clawing hands went everywhere. She would dig her nails into my ass for a while, then move up under my arms to hold me. And then her arms would flail out at the air and down at the desk, grabbing papers that came into her grip and crinkling them into little balls. I hunched up tight and squeezed her ass. The cheeks were smooth and soft, with plenty of rubbery flesh to dig my own nails into. "Oh, oh, yes! Yes, that's good! Your prick is so good, Les, it's so fucking hot and hard!" I squeezed her ass cheeks, prying them apart, making her cunt open up even more so I could lunge even more deeply inside that steaming, creaming love hole. I felt waves of pleasure sparking off from my prick each time I jammed up inside of her. They were like sexual fireworks, short crackling orgasms, one after the other, each igniting the next, each leading towards the big one that loomed ahead. I was primed for a big explosion now. Miss Linda didn't. deserve anything less, I felt. I lunged and lunged, back and forth, again and again till the itching, twitching, burning sensations rippled through my body, and I knew that the juices were on their way. I rammed into her, thrusting, driving into that quivering, clamping pink hole of hers. Linda was coming all the way now herself. Her body flashed a deep red color. That sensual mouth formed a wide O. Saliva slid from her lips. Her eyes popped so wide I thought they would fall out. And she shook like crazy, till the desk began to rattle and slide back. It was as if we were fucking in the middle of an earthquake. It became still more intense at the next thrust, when I buried my cock all the way inside, and the muscles of her cunt opened and then clamped tight to my prick. Juice spurted out of her and sprayed all around me. "Oh! Oh, God!" she screamed. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Oh Christ, I'm coming, Mr. Eastman! Ayyy!" I fought against her vaginal hold and finally broke through, so I could pump the necessary last strokes, in and out, back and forth, faster, faster. My cock started to tremble, to contract, and to expand with rising seed. I growled at her, "here it comes…" I drove in for the last time and blew my come into her. I squirted again and again, filling her quaking depths with my creamy hot seed. "Ohhhh!" she cried. "Yes, yes, come! Hot, hot come! It's good, Mr. Eastman, it feels so good!" The sperm filled her cunt and then poured out from the flared pussy lips. Come dripped onto the desk and the blotter- I wondered how I would explain those stains. I continued to plow into her for another minute. My legs began to cramp, though, and I figured, all things taken into consideration, it was time to zip up. But first I had to catch my breath. I slumped up against her wet crotch, getting come and pussy juice on the front of my pants, I might add. She slowly lowered her legs to the floor from where she had been dangling them in the air. She put a hand to her sizable chest, which was heaving wildly. "That…that was very nice," she panted. "Oh, Mr. Eastman, I am certainly going to enjoy having you here on the faculty. A healthy…red-blooded girl like me needs to be fucked on a regular basis, you know, or else…or else she starts to get stale and…dried up." "Baby," I said, patting her cunt, "I don't think you could dry that up with a sponge…” I turned around and sat down on the edge of the desk next to her. She reached back and got some tissues from a drawer in the desk, and proceeded to swab up the mess between her legs. She moaned slightly with each stroke of the tissue, and I was afraid she'd set herself off and we would begin the whole business allover again. I started to put my prick away, but she stopped me for a moment and caressed the shrunken organ. "I hope you won't be stingy with that lovely thing," she said, smiling contentedly. "No, no. But I'm afraid you may have to make reservations, if the rest of the faculty is as horny as you are." "They are, Mr. Eastman. We all are up here." "So I've begun to find out." "But don't spread yourself too thin. I want you good and ready when we get together." "What are the other women up here like? Old or young? Are they single?" "They're in their twenties and thirties, I guess," she shrugged, not very enthusiastic on the subject of her competition. "Yeah, they're all single, except for Mrs. Hudson, the art teacher, who is married, and so is Mrs. Priml, the librarian. But I think she's separated from her husband. I suppose in another week you'll know more about all of them than I do;" "What about Mrs. Hudson's husband? Does he live up here near the school or what?" "They live a distance from here. She only comes up three days a week. Anyway, she probably gets as little cock as the rest of us, if the rumors about her husband being a fag are the truth…heh heh, poor girl." She shimmied off the desk and scooped up her panties. I watched her step into them, slide them up over her wide hips till they had settled snugly against her cunt. She smoothed out her skirt and patted her hair into place. "I better be going now, before Mr. Hoag sends out a search party. He probably wants me to take a letter or something, some bullshit so he can sit behind his desk and stare at me and wonder what my pussy looks like." "But he never gets to see it?" I smiled. "No! That cranky bastard. He can look at his wife's pussy if he wants to look at one. Oh, that reminds me, he and his wife planned a dinner party for tonight, in honor of the new teacher, so you could meet the rest of the faculty and all. Be there around eight, okay? His is the big house at the end of this road out here, you can't miss it." "Okay. I'll try to make it." She kissed me goodbye, then slipped out of the room, wiggling down the corridor, back to work. I looked over my schedule and saw that I had a class which should have started about fifteen minutes before. I found the classroom and went inside. The room was silent when the students saw me. There were close to twenty chicks in there, all sixteen or seventeen, beautiful fresh young cunts in their tight school sweaters and miniskirts. I had to cover my mouth and take a sharp deep breath. I was in awe. The scene was quite overwhelming. There they were, plastered down four rows across the room, each one of them with big budding titties and fluffy pussy hair, no doubt, cunts that they probably fingered every night in their dormitory beds, for want of something better-something like what I carried around between my legs. I was staring. And they were all staring back. Perhaps they were wondering, in their dirty young minds, what my big cock was like, what it would be like to have it shoved up their tender, perfumed twats. I stood behind my desk and gripped the back of the chair for balance. I was nervous. Finally breaking the silence, I said, "How do you do. I am your new English teacher. My name is Mr. Eastman. I'm sorry I'm a little late for today's class, and I don't really know where you are in your studies…I hope by the time we meet again I will know what I'm doing. I'll have to learn all of your names, and that may take a while…" I shuffled through some notes that were left for me. They didn't make much sense at that moment. I looked up from the notes and saw that most of the girls were still staring at me, and pretty damn intently. Several of them wore expressions you could only describe as lascivious. Dirty. So maybe I wasn't just fantasizing: maybe they really were wondering what my prick would be like up inside their sweet, virginal honeypots. I cleared my throat nervously, snapping out of this train of thought. "I, uh, was given some notes here…it says that you had been told to read a novel of your choice. So, what I'll do is have you all write reports on the book you read. You can hand it in at the end of the class, or if you don't finish, you can do it for homework. Okay? So…get to work." The girls all exchanged glances, grimaced, and then got out their writing pads and pens. I sat back in my chair and pretended to study my notes. In fact, what I was doing was a bit less noble. I became preoccupied with the lower half of each student. The desks were built too high for most of them, leaving a clear view of their legs. You could tell from the seating habits they had developed that they weren't used to having a man in the room. I mean to say, several of them had their creamy, shapely legs strung around the bars between the legs of the desks, which left them quite provocatively spread-eagled. I licked my lips and peered out at them. Half a dozen of the lovely young things had their tight panties in full view. One dark-haired beauty wore the sheerest undergarment, which left the shadow of her black bush clearly discernible. Another one, an incredibly pretty redhead, wore only pantyhose underneath her skirt, and so I could examine in some detail the silkily sheathed curls of her scarlet pussy. I even thought I could make out the gleam of milky come stains between those gorgeous young thighs. I asked myself: How in God's name was I going to get through two months of this temptation every day, let alone another year, if Hoag decided to extend my contract? The final class ended at three o'clock, and the girls all rushed to try and finish their book reports. Each girl put her paper on my desk and said a mumbled goodbye as they went out the door. I piled the papers into my attache case and prepared to leave. Just for the fun of it, I idly looked through the drawers of the desk. Pushed to the back of the bottom one, what did I find but a small Swedish porno magazine filled with color photos of beautiful Swedes getting fucked every which way by huge red cocks. Whoever the woman was that I was replacing, she was apparently just as horny as the rest of the women at that sex-starved school. I went back to my office for a few minutes, then out to the parking lot. The building was nearly deserted already. The Lincoln was gone from the parking area, but another car was in its place. A woman was putting some objects into the back seat of it, and having some trouble with them. She was in her early thirties, tall and fleshy. Her hair was short and black, with bangs in the front. She was wearing a tight shift that showed off an excitingly plump ass. She smiled when she saw me and said hello. I went over in time to keep one of her packages from falling out of her hands. Together we slipped them into the back seat. "Thank you so much. I should have made two trips, I guess, but I wanted to get home." "Yeah. You ought to make it now." "Are you the new instructor?" she asked. "Yes, that's right. Are you a teacher here?" "The art teacher. I'm Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Eastman." "You know, my name, do you?" "Your arrival has been on the grapevine all day. It's so nice to have a man up here for a change. I wish we could talk, but I must' get home to my husband. You know how it is. But I shall see you again soon, no doubt." "Oh, I don't want to hold you up. Nice meeting you. Will you be coming to the party at Mr. Hoag's house tonight?" "No, I'm afraid not. Can't make it. But I will see you again soon, I'm sure, Mr. Eastman." "Call me Les." "Of course I will…" She suddenly stepped up closer to me and lowered her voice. "You know, Les, you've got yourself a terrific body." I laughed in surprise. "I'm speaking as an artist, of course," she snickered. "I mean, you would make a great model. Have you ever by any chance done any modeling?" "No, none that I can recall." "Oh, but you'd be a wonderful subject. How would you like to pose for me sometime?" "Pose for a painting? What kind of painting?". "I do a lot of nudes. When I can find the proper model, that is. But you would do fine." "Well, I'll think about it. Sounds like fun…Mrs. Hudson." And it did-like my kind of fun. "Where would we do it?" "Oh, I have a studio here at the school. We'll talk about it next time we meet. I have to get home now." She got into her car and started the engine. Just before she backed out, she whispered out the window at me, "Yes, terrific body."

Chapter Four

The headmaster's house was at the end of the road, at the foot of a steep hill. It was a large and impressive place, another ante- bellum mansion surrounded by tall trees. A doddering maid opened the door for me and Mr. Hoag met me in the hall. He led me into the living room, where everyone was already gathered for cocktails. There were five women in the room, seated on the various ornate and expensive chairs and couches.

One of the women, a shapely, sexy thing in her mid-thirties, quickly came up to me and held out her hand. I shook it and smiled back at her. She was quite attractive.

"Tills is my wife, Mr. Eastman," Hoag said.

"How do you do, Mrs. Hoag," I said.

"Call me Helen. Pleasure meeting you. Come on in, you're a little late. Let me introduce you to the rest of the girls here. Ladies, attention-"

There was no need for her to call them to attention: they were all staring at me, and with lust in their pretty eyes, if I was not mistaken.

"This is Mr. Eastman," Helen Hoag continued. She took me to the nearest pair, seated on a sofa, Miss Priml, the librarian, a plump woman with graying hair, smiled at me. Next to her was the science teacher, Miss Honeywell, an attractively robust and busty doll wearing an excitingly tight dress and thick black eyeglasses. She eyed me up and down through the latter as I extended my greetings.

"So nice to meet you, Mr. Eastman," she said. "I'm sure we are going to be good friends."

Next I was introduced to a stunning blonde with a throaty foreign accent. She was Miss Jobert, instructor in French. The plunging V of her neckline showed me about eight inches of creamy tit cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her saucy nipples were pushing out at the tips.

"How do you do, Miss Jobert."

"Allo m'sieur. I hope you will enjoy it here at Mountainview. It is not very often we have such a handsome man come and join our faculty."

“Thank you. Perhaps I'll be able to get you to help me with my French while I'm here."

"I'm at your service, m 'siew. For French lessons or… anything else you have in mind, eh?"

"How nice," I said, as Mrs. Hoag ushered me over towards the one remaining guest.

"This is Miss Jane Darwin. Jane, this is Mr. Eastman, the new English instructor."

Jane Darwin was very big and very black. She was the perfect Amazon, strong and beautiful. You could swear she must have lifted weights in her spare time. She was wearing a red jumpsuit, with skin-tight slacks that clearly outlined her sinewy thighs. She had large, wide breasts which I had an immediate desire to jump on and snuggle against. I wasn't surprised when I was told she was the gym teacher.

I looked down at myself and saw the bulge of a hard-on coming along. Jane Darwin smiled when she saw it. This woman turned me on something fierce. I thought to myself, what a fantastic experi- ence it would be to stick my cock between those tough thighs and up that black cunt.

Mr. Hoag pulled me out of my reverie with a drink. I thanked him, sipping at it and listening politely as he told me some trivial facts about the school, its history, how he got involved with it and so forth. He would occasionally bring one of the women into the conversation and they would nod and agree and laugh at all of his jokes.

Finally, it came time for dinner and we all repaired to the dining room, all of us with several drinks under our collective belts.

Hoag sat at the head of the table, and I sat on his right with the dark Miss Darwin beside me. We all exchanged some more small talk, everything pleasant and innocu- ous as the first few courses were served.

And then something strange happened, while we were waiting for dessert to be served. I felt a sudden pressure on my right leg. I pulled away in a reflex action. The pressure returned, though, and crept around my thigh to my crotch. It was the hand of Miss Darwin. I quickly shot a glance at her. She looked at me and smiled innocently. Her hand under the table squeezed me once more. She was ostensibly listening to Miss Priml, seated across from her, who was discussing the merits of a new shipment of books she just received. Jane Darwin listened and nodded with interest, all the while pushing and poking about with my zipper.

I tried to retain my cool. It wasn't easy. I was supposed to be listening to Mr. Hoag telling me what it was like up there in those mountains when winter came.

"Very interesting," I mumbled to him, as I felt the zipper go all the way down and Miss Darwin's black hand slip quietly into my open fly.

He continued, "yes, it was some win- ter…"

His words were becoming a blur to me. I put my fist under my chin and tried not to show any of the excitement I was feeling. The statuesque gym teacher had her large fingers inside the legband of my briefs and was caressing my stiffening cock with two fingers. It grew more every second, jumping and twitching in her muscular grip. She twisted it out of my pants and it shot upright, the head practically scraping the bottom of the fucking table. The last thing I wanted was that. I came close enough to splinters earlier in the day, with Linda and that desk.

She had a full grip on it now and began a Piston motion that was utterly delightful. But Christ, what an embarrassing place to start doing it-in front, or practically in front of the headmaster and faculty of my staff. Literally right under their long noses.

Up and down, up and down she jerked me, faster and faster. I caught several sharp breaths and hoped that Hoag would not think I was having a cardiac arrest or something. It would be very difficult to explain any strange behavior my masturbating friend might cause me.

Sperm started to spill out and drip languidly over the black lady's fist. She reclutched lower down, pressing her knuckles into my balls. She was really moving, but so guardedly that to look at the expression on her face you wouldn't think she was doing anything more than listening politely and maybe digesting her food.

Hoag was still talking, but by now I was totally blanked out to him, and fantasizing about hitting the sack with the lady who was jerking me off. I saw myself sticking my mouth into her black and salmon colored gash and licking it absolutely dry, sticking my fingers into her huge round asshole, and feeding her my stiff prick for her to suck on.

The maid finally came out with the dessert tray and started serving us. I figured she was sure to interrupt the masturbatory gig, but no, the gym teacher didn't even let go when the maid stepped between us. If you can believe it, she just leaned closer and tugged even harder. I felt. my cock muscles contracting tensely. A ripple of sweet pleasure rolled up my gut. The black woman pulled my cock all the way up, so that the foreskin covered the head, and she held it there for the longest damn time. Then she pulled down and the first squirt flew out. I couldn't keep from sighing loudly. Miss Priml wrinkled her brow and looked down at her dress. I must have shot some come onto it, but she could never guess it was that.

Pretending to be coughing, I took several deep breaths and tried to regain my composure. Jane was tenderly caressing my shrinking prick. Finally, she tucked me away and zipped me back up, and incredibly no one was the wiser.

It was hard for me to eat the dessert, but I did. And then we all retired to the den for more talk and an after-dinner drink. Mrs. Hoag disappeared somewhere, but no one seemed to mind so I didn't ask about her. I excused myself a little later and went up to the bathroom on the second floor.

I shut the bathroom door and turned on the light. First, I splashed some water on my cock and washed off the sticky come. Then I sidestepped over to the toilet and took a long piss. As the last drops were dribbling out, the bathroom door opened and quickly closed with Mrs. Hoag now leaning breathlessly against it.

She stared at my exposed cock and licked her lips, like a little girl looking in at a candy store. I was too surprised to say anything at first-though by this time in my stay at Mountainview I should have been used to it.

"My God," she whispered hoarsely, "I've finally got you alone, all to myself…"

"Yes, you certainly do," I said, holding my pecker in my hand, not knowing what to do with it.

"I couldn't believe it, when he told me he had hired a man teacher. And then when I saw what you looked like! God! Do you realize, at dinner tonight, just staring at you, darling, I started to come…"

I wanted to tell her she wasn't the only one to come at the dinner table, but I resisted that impulse.

Instead, I said: "I'm glad to hear it? But, don't you think you ought to get out of here now? I mean, before that husband of yours, my boss, starts looking for you and finds you with me… and my cock."

"Oh shit, forget him. I told him I felt dizzy and was going upstairs to lie down. God, God, look at that fucking lovely cock of yours!"

Indeed^ with her staring at it like that, it was starting to grow in my hand. After all, it was a pretty sexy situation, standing in the John with my cock out, just a few feet from the open-mouthed, lovely young wife of my employer.

I couldn't keep from stroking my prick a few times and licking my lips.

"Uhh… what do you want from me, Mrs. Hoag? I mean, what in particular?"

She chuckled softly. "I want you to help me, Mr. Eastman. I want you to help me overcome the terrible feelings of frustration f've been feeling lately."

Everybody in the area was frustrated!

"H-how do you suppose I could do that, Mrs. Hoag?"

Her eyes stayed on my prick, but her hands dropped to the hem of her dress and she started to lift it, up above her knees, past her thighs, to her hips. She wasn't wearing any panties or hose, and her pussy gleamed nakedly below the raised skirt. With one hand she patted it and fluffed up the hairs provocatively. They were thick and long.

"Do you like it, Mr. Eastman?" she asked, in a soft sexy voice. "Do you like my little pussy? It's all yours if you do, take it!"

"But… this isn't the place, Mrs. Hoag. We're running quite a big risk right at the moment as it is."

"Please, please, we'll be quick. Take me. Fuck me, fuck me, as quickly as you want to, but please do it. I must have your cock inside me. I can't stand the pressure any more. I'll go crazy, really I will! Have pity on me, Mr. Eastman, and please fuck me! Fuck me!"

Well now, it was a risk, as I told her, but I couldn't be so unchivalrous as to turn down such a pathetic offer. And besides, that cunt of hers looked very tempting.

I advanced towards her. Her eyes went wide and she smiled. Her hand went out for my cock.

"God, it's so big," she mumbled.

Her fingers clutched at it ravenously, and she rubbed it against her nether curls. The swelling shaft wagged its moist head against her sleek, tangled brown thatch. I held her tightly at the waist and pulled her close against me. I kissed her hotly on the lips, and our tongues twirled together.

She jerked on my cock till it was good and wet all down the length of it, and then she opened her thighs and fed the bobbing tool into her sticky hole.

"Give it to me, give it to me," she breathed frantically. "Fuck that cock into me!"

Her fingers scratched at her pink vaginal lips, furiously parting them for my entrance. My cock pushed into the secreting, sensitive flesh. Inside, it was visibly throbbing and pulsing with passion. She needed a cock in there, all right. I only hoped I would be enough for her.

I grabbed the smooth round flesh of her bare ass and lifted her gently into the air, setting her down just on the tip of my cock. She scratched and squeezed at my shoulder, begging for me to hurry.

I pinched the twin cheeks, my nails stabbing into that smooth skin, and I let her slide down my pole, let her fuckhole fill up with ten inches of my manhood. It all went in, and she shook and screamed for more. Her eyes clamped shut, her head wagged, and she snorted like an animal.

"Put it in, put it in!" she gasped.

I told her to relax or I couldn't operate. She took a very deep breath and opened her crotch to its widest. I got the full feel and dimension of her pussy. There was plenty of it. I shook her around above me, my fingers spreading her buttocks, the nails of my left hand scratching across the tiny furrow of her asshole. No matter how she tried, she couldn't keep from shaking and snorting excitedly. To keep us from falling, I backed her up against the door for balance.

I screwed in tight against her hungry cunt, and I began a slow, rhythmic twisting, around and around in hot circles within that damp, wide twat. "Unngggg!" she squealed. "Yes, yes, do it! Oh, I love it, I love the feel of your cock…"

And as I began to increase the speed and pressure of my gyrations she went absolutely crazy with pleasure, gasping violently, clawing at my back and buttocks, clasping the jaws of her pussy with a vise-like grip which made it a fight to get my cock all the way in and then out of her-but I made it.