Chapter 1
Believe me, I wasn't always this hot to fuck. In fact, up until a few years ago I guess I was pretty much like all the other women I knew-a little fat, a little stupid, and a little bored. Now I can guarantee that I'm no longer fat or bored; as for stupid, I guess I'll just let you judge that.
It all started with Gerald, my ceramics teacher. I used to take all kinds of night classes and things just to keep busy. Not that the kids didn't keep me busy; it was just that sometimes I needed to get away from the house and do things on my own. After killing myself all day for PTA, Girl Scouts, Welcome Wagon, and about everything else, I needed a way to wind down. And sitting in front of the tube all night just didn't make it.
Harold, my husband, could sit in front of that noisy box all night, every night of the year and be perfectly content. It doesn't matter what's on. I swear I think he watches it just because he doesn't have enough imagination or energy to do anything else. But more about Harold later.
Anyway, Gerald was my ceramics instructor. He was younger than me, maybe in his mid-twenties, and he was single. Not bad looking, but nothing special either. Tolerable, I guess, though at the time I would have rated him higher. Since then my standards have gone up considerably.
The first night I walked into class I could tell that he was looking at me with something that could only be described as lust. At the time I was flattered and a little bit embarrassed. I guess it made me feel good, but I remember hoping that none of the other women in the class would notice it. like I said, I was a little stupid.
Gerald was tall and kind of thin, but he still looked healthy. He wore glasses and he had a beard, but it was well trimmed-something that was very important to me at the time. Even today I wouldn't like a scraggly beard, but then the idea of a beard at all made me very nervous.
He finally asked me to meet him for coffee after class. I was uneasy about it, but accepted. We went to a place near campus and talked. I thought he was terribly cute, and it was evident from the way he acted that he was as nervous as I was.
Nothing happened the first time. Or the second or the third, for that matter. We got to be pretty good friends, but he never asked me to do anything except have coffee with him. I began to wonder if I had been wrong about his interest in me being sexual. Maybe I didn't turn him on at all. After the third time we went for coffee and nothing happened, I became really upset. I wanted him to proposition me so bad I could taste it. Not because I wanted to do anything with him; I had no intention of accepting any invitations from him. But I damn well wanted the refusal to be mine, not his.
The following week I went to class dressed to kill. I was still wearing jeans and a blue cotton work shirt-it'd look pretty stupid to go to a ceramics class in anything else. But I made certain that my hair was freshly washed and set, and I wore a little makeup and some perfume. To top things off, I made certain that my shirt was open to the third button. That way, any time I bent over my tits would be visible. Then, at the last minute, I decided not to wear a bra.
All through class I could hardly contain myself, physically and otherwise. Any time Gerald was near me I came up with an excuse to bend over; I don't know if he actually saw my nipples during any of this, but if he didn't, it wasn't for lack of trying on my part.
Afterwards we were sitting in a booth in the coffee shop, and I could tell from the way he was behaving that I had made an impression on him tonight. Or at least my tits had. That I was teasing him maliciously was something that crossed my mind, but I didn't let it bother me.
At some point the conversation lagged. I had my elbows on the table and was leaning forward, cleavage as visible as possible, when he looked up at me with a strained expression on his face and began to talk. "Janet?"
"Yes," I answered, leaning forward. I could feel my heart beginning to pound, and my panties were getting wet and sticky between my legs.
"I know you're married," he began.
"So do I."
We both laughed then, and I think he relaxed a little bit.
"Well, what I want to know-and I won't be upset if you say no-is, would you like to come back to my apartment with me?"
Here it was! I had done it. Just the thrill of hearing him proposition me practically caused me to cream in my pants. Me, happy housewife, mother of two, being propositioned by a young, virile instructor of ceramics. I loved it! Now was my big chance to assert myself by turning him down.
Only I didn't turn him down.
To my total horror, and to my total surprise, I simply nodded my head in approval. I wanted to scream NO loud enough to upset the entire coffee shop, but somehow the words never made it out through my lips.
I was going to get laid.
His apartment was small, but nice. I couldn't argue with his taste in interior decorating; it was excellent.
Both of us were so excited we could hardly talk. I could feel my breath coming in short gasps, and my nipples were as hard as they had ever been in my life. Looking down, I could see the bumps in my shirt where they were, and I knew that he was as aware of it as I was.
My cunt was absolutely on fire. It was tingling wildly, and every few seconds I could feel another spurt of hot cream forcing its way out onto my panties.
Jesus, this was delicious!
I couldn't really believe that I was going to go through with it, but here I was, and there was no way out.
Without giving him any explanation, I picked up the phone and dialed home. Steve answered.
"Hello."
"Steve, this is Mom."
"Oh, hi Mom." It was strange to hear how deep his voice was getting. I didn't think about it much because it made me feel old, which I wasn't. I'd been eighteen when Steve was born; now I was thirty-two and he was fourteen.
"Where's your dad?"
"He's asleep."
That figured. Old Harold always fell asleep around nine-thirty, no matter where he was.
"Okay. Don't wake him up. Just leave him a note that I'm gonna be late. I'm helping someone in the class with something."
"All right. Bye."
That was that. It was amazing to find out how easy it was for me to lie.
"That was good," Gerald said from behind me, then sat down on the couch with me and held out a drink.
"What is it?" I asked, somehow scared to try it without asking first. "Brandy."
I just nodded. I had never had brandy before-it wasn't exactly Harold's style, so we never had any in the house.
"Mmmmmm. That's good," I said, feeling the warm liquor spread through my body. I took another swallow. And another. Before I knew it the glass was empty and Gerald was in the kitchen getting me more. While he was gone I unfastened the next button on my shirt; now my tits were practically hanging out, but I didn't care.
Gerald unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way. I didn't move or say anything, but just stayed where I was and drank my brandy.
It was incredible.
When he finally finished I could feel cool air on my stomach all the way down to my waist. But my nipples were still covered by the dangling shirt.
I decided to change that.
Handing my glass to Gerald, I stood up. I had never felt this excited in my life; my heart was pounding and my breasts were heaving up and down.
Gerald looked like he was about to come in his pants as he watched me strip. I know I was about to come in my pants; they were totally dripping with my own juices.
Before I took off my shirt, I unzipped my jeans.
Then I pulled them down over my ass and let them fall to the floor. His eyes were running up and down my body so fast that it seemed like he was licking me without even touching me.
"Gerald?" I whispered softly. I know I must have been drunk by now, because there's no other way I would have said what I said next.
"What?" he whispered back.
"Do you want to see me naked?"
He nodded. I smiled. I felt incredibly sexy, and I knew that in the dim light my body was going to knock him dead.
"All right."
Without saying anything else, I let my shirt drop to the floor. He gasped as my tits jumped free, completely naked for the first time. They were big and soft, jutting out in front of me with tight, straining nipples.
Then I pulled my panties down and he gasped again. My muff was so wet that the moment my panties were down the unmistakable aroma of sex began to fill the room.
I tossed the panties to him and, like he was in a dream, he caught them.
"Go ahead," I said, totally confident of myself.
"See what they smell like."
He lifted them gingerly to his face, then sniffed them. I could tell from the expression that came to his face that he was wiped out by the aroma.
"Not it's your turn," I said, dropping to my knees on the carpet in front of him.
For a moment he looked confused, but then he began to take his clothes off with an urgency that spoke much louder than words about how anxious he was to get his cock inside me.
I watched.
He was slender, but his body was well-formed. He looked like he exercised to stay in shape; I was about to say something to this effect when he pulled down his underpants and I saw his cock.
"Jesus..." I whispered.
His cock was nine inches long and unbelievably thick. It was incredible. Gerald just smiled.
I had never seen anything like it in my life. Just looking at it was awe-inspiring enough, but thinking about having it inside my pussy practically made me faint.
"God, let's fuck," I said, ready to jump right on top of his meat and start humping.
"Not yet," he answered, and now I was aware that he wasn't shy any more either. I suppose my reaction must have cured him of that, though I don't see how anyone with equipment like his could possibly be shy in the first place.
Then he moved forward and dropped to his knees right in front of me. My tits were almost touching his cock, and I couldn't help but think it looked like we were made for each other.
He touched my nipples, letting his fingers run lightly over the tender buds. I could feel a hard churning within my body; it was as if every nerve in my body was on overtime. I could feel his touch all the way down to my toes.
"Ooohhhhhh," I moaned, and then I took his cock in my hands while he felt my tits. His cock was too much to be believed; even with both my hands I could barely encircle it. Granted, my hands are pretty small in comparison to the rest of my body, but still ...
I began to slide them up and down, feeling the tight skin as it moved over his rod, folding all the way over the head when I reached the top of my stroke, then pulling tight when my hands became buried in his crotch hair.
We were both up off our haunches now, still on our knees but touching each other, rubbing against each other with a force that was little short of wild. I could feel my thigh muscles pulled tight beneath the layer of fat that covered them, and at the same time I was vaguely aware that my legs were spread apart a little bit.
I could feel air on my cunt, fanning it, reminding me again and again with each passing second that my starving muff was empty.
"God, Gerald, let's do it. I want your cock inside me. In my cunt, Gerald, in my cunt," I groaned, hoping the words would make him give in and fuck me.
It worked.
"Yeah, let's do it, baby, let's do it," he gasped, pushing me down to the floor on my back. I spread my legs as wide as I could and waited.
He placed his cockhead at the entrance to my dripping slit. I could feel his hard cock pushing on the pink lips, preparing for the final thrust that would send us both spinning into oblivion.
"Don't wait, Gerald, I can't stand it. Fuck me, oh please fuck me now. NOW!"
The last word was barely out of my mouth when he shoved forward, driving his prick in to the hilt with a single thrust. I was in heaven.
I could feel the walls of my cunt give in a way that was totally different from anything I had ever experienced before. They seemed to stretch and stretch and stretch from the pressure of his massive cock.
"Ohhh, yeah, Gerald, that's it, baby, that's it! Do it hard, now, fuck me hard!"
He began to plow into my cunt, pumping like a piston as I jabbed my starving snatch up to meet him. I could feel my whole crotch grinding against his pelvis, and his cock seemed to be imbedded somewhere near my stomach.
"Come on, baby, this is great. This is the best. . . God ... ohh, yeah."
With each stroke it seemed like my cunt was about to explode, but I knew I could handle him. I lifted my pussy all the way up into the air, trying with each stroke to bring him deeper and deeper into me.
It couldn't last very long.
There was no way, with the intensity that both of us were experiencing, that it could last more than two minutes.
My cunt started to spasm and twitch, and I knew that I was going to erupt any second.
"Harder, Gerald, ohhhh ... harder ... God, make me come ... yeah, that's it ... ohhh ... UUUUHHHHHH!"
Great waves of release shot through me. My cunt contracted wildly, oozing hot cream onto his cock, covering it with slimy goo.
Again and again I exploded and then Gerald began to groan.
A moment later his cock exploded with a force that caused me to come once again. In fact, it was as if I had never come in the first place, so intense were the sensations. My cunt began to contract just as his cock spurted hot, sizzling cum into me.
Again I unloaded my own cream, mixing my juice with his cum until my cunt was a total mess, hot and sticky, filled with our steaming cum.
Finally it was over.
I lay still for a long time, waiting for the pangs of guilt to arrive. After all, I had just been unfaithful to my husband for the first time.
The guilt never came.
I kept thinking of Harold, asleep in his easy chair in front of the television set, and I just plain didn't feel guilty. I felt good. Better than I had in a long time. It was a beginning of sorts.