Chapter 5
A few days later Pam still hadn't made any arrangements about Robbie's sexual education. Any boy with a cock his size should know all there was to know, she thought, but she was still hesitant about talking to him herself. But thoughts of fucking him came oftener and oftener. In fact, the more she thought about it, the easier such thoughts became, and she was really surprised that it was all beginning to seem natural.
School was out early today for a game, but Pam doubted that Mrs. Martucci had attended. She was probably catching up on some work at school, and now was as good a time to drive over as any. And, Pam couldn't help thinking, maybe a talk about the birds and bees'll give him some ideas about my fat tits and lonely cunt. They're next to him every night, after all!
She pulled in next to the only car in the parking lot and hoped it was Mrs. Martucci's. Well, the door was open and she was already here, so what the hell?
She walked quietly through the deserted halls and checked each room. She couldn't find anyone. Then she smiled. Cigarette smoke. Slowly she traced it down the hall to the women's lavatory. Pam was about to call out as she opened the door and peeked in, but then she heard a throaty, sexy sigh.
No one was in sight, which meant the woman was sitting in one of the stalls. The sigh came again, followed by a low moan, and Pam felt a growing heat in the base of her belly. Someone was there, all right, and Pam had played with her own cunt often enough to recognize the sound of female masturbation.
She knew it was dangerous, but she snuck quietly inside and tiptoed toward the toilets. Every once in a while she bent down to check for feet, and finally located a stall with a pair of pink panties gathered around two slender ankles.
Slowly, carefully, Pam crept into the adjacent stall. It had been almost fifteen years since she'd seen another girl's naked pussy, but suddenly she wanted to again! When she knew she hadn't been heard, she climbed up onto the toilet seat and lifted her face above the partition. She was flushed with fear and excitement, and her cunt was already swelling and dripping.
Oh, God, it was all she could have hoped for. A mature, really stacked woman was slumped on the seat, her dress hiked up to her waist. Pam could see the older woman's plump, white thighs and a mass of dark brown hair at the base of her belly, half-hidden by her wildly scrambling fingers. The woman's face was tight and pinched and bright red with lust. It was Mrs. Martucci.
Pam pressed her fingers against her cunt, rubbing the damp, hairy bulge through her skirt and panties as she watched the woman masturbate. Her mouth watered as the horny teacher reached into her overflowing bra and hauled out a tremendous tit. A huge brown nipple protruded boldly from the center of the gorgeous globe, and Pam suddenly wanted to feel how soft and heavy those tits were, and how they would taste as she sucked them like a hungry baby.
Unaware of her secret admirer, Mrs. Martucci lifted the pale, trembling tit and moved it around, then she started kneading the heavy mass of spongy flesh with more vigor than Pam thought could be comfortable. Quietly, Pam unbuttoned her strained blouse. Still watching the teacher, she nervously flopped a big white tit over the top of her specially-built bra and pushed it up to her pursed lips.
She sucked on her fat, throbbing nipple and used her tongue to press it against the roof of her mouth. Her lips tightened and her fingers rubbed deeper into her pussy.
The teacher's fingers were now plucking at one tit's swollen nipple while her other hand rummaged between her plump thighs. Pam couldn't see much more than the widowed teacher's thick pussy hair, but she faintly heard a moist, smacking, sucking sound as one or more fingers pumped into her leaking pink cunt.
Mrs. Martucci's other tit worked its way free, jumping over the bra cup to roll across her chest and smack against the first. "Ahhhh," she sighed, widening the spread of her knees. Her feet were still together, held by the band of her panties.
"Unhh," the woman panted, and now Pam's bulging eyes could see her wrist and forearm working furiously as she stirred two or three fingers inside her sloppy, drooling pink pussy.
Pam's panties were drenched, and she could smell the hot musk of her own pussy juice. But whether it was all her own, or more likely, mingling with the teacher's, she couldn't really tell. But whichever cunt it was coming from, it was making her hornier than she'd been in a long time.
Although the woman was in her early forties and had a few gray hairs, she had a spectacular figure-lush, floppy tits and wide hips, and an outstandingly firm, round ass. Amazingly, between those jutting tits and wide hips was a waist small enough to satisfy a beauty contestant.
When Pam saw the teacher shove one of those mammoth tits up to her lips, she nearly gasped around her own nipple. She loved sucking her tits, and she remembered how, as a teenager, she'd loved nursing on her girl friend's big tits. The feeling of having her nipple sucked on was fantastic!
Then Mrs. Martucci bent forward, still sucking on her spiked nipple. Her other tit swung between her parted legs. When Pam saw the woman reach behind her with her free hand, she quickly scrambled down.
"Ohhhh, yesss!" she heard the widow hiss. She ducked her head below the dividing wall. The teacher's big white ass was raised off the seat, and she was running her fingers through the wide-spread, hot-looking crack. Pam feasted her eyes on the woman's puckered, pouting ass-hole, and remembered what Dr. Carr had told her about butt holes. Mrs. Martucci's was wet, shiny red, clean and smooth-looking except for the tiny wrinkles. Beneath it, Pam could just make out the pink, bulging flaps of a hairy cunt.
Pam kept her position until her neck ached, then caught her breath as the stroking fingers halted and one probed at her winking, muscular ass-hole. Mrs. Martucci's forearm flexed and the finger slowly slid in past the last knuckle.
"Uhhh!" Pam heard the woman grunt around her tit. She saw her fingering her sloppy cunt even faster.
She stared at the finger working in the center of the teacher's naked ass. Her climax was close, but she was holding off, wanting to do it right, sitting down and bare-assed. And she was beginning to consider investigating her own little butt hole. The woman's goosing finger was sliding in and out very easily, for it was all shiny with her juices.
"Huhhhhh!" Mrs. Martucci sighed heavily as her fleshy ass trembled with each shove. Pam could tell the finger was held in a snug grip even though the flushed ring was slippery.
I've got to try that, she told herself. It must be great, the way she's shaking and grunting.
"Aghhhh, eeeaaahhhh!" the teacher cried loudly into her finger-marked tit as her upper body straightened. She kept both hands working, front and back, but let her tit fall free. Pam's eyes darted from the woman's wildly flailing tits to her pumping hands, then saw her give a few weak heaves, sigh deeply, and relax. A few seconds later she withdrew her fingers.
The widow slumped on the toilet for a few moments, breathing heavily, then she sighed again and reached for some toilet paper.
Quickly wiping her fingers, then her drippy cunt and shiny butt, she stood. Her face was still flushed.
Because of her low point of view, Pam could see the teacher's plump ass wobbling above her. She licked her lips as Mrs. Martucci bent and the bottom of her cunt cracked open, all a bright, wet pink.
"Damn," Jane muttered as she struggled to tug her panties into place, but they seemed too small. Pam stared as the woman muttered, "To hell with it," and impatiently pushed them down and stepped out of them. She watched the big ass-cheeks bounce and quiver as Mrs. Martucci stuffed the panties in her purse. Then the exciting view was cut off as her skirt fell down.
Pam's already horny mind boggled at the thought of that sweet, fat-lipped cunt bared to the air, its moist, pulpy folds rubbing together as the woman walked around. Pam's first impulse was to yank down her panties and really go to town, but then her curiosity got the better of her and she shoved her spit-slick tit into her bra and straightened her clothing. Then she stepped from the stall and headed for Mrs. Martucci's home room.
The teacher was a few years older, but Pam didn't care. The long look she'd had of Mrs. Martucci's plump ass showed that the woman was still firm and untouched by age.
"Hi," Pam said, standing in the doorway. "I'm Pam Morris. Remember me? Robbie's mother." She hoped her face wasn't as hot as it felt.
Jane looked up from the papers on her desk, then rose and extended her hand. "Yes, it's nice to see you again," she said.
"You do teach biology and health courses, don't you?" Pam asked.
"Yes, along with filling in for our vacationing physical education teacher. I'm a sort of Jane-of-all-trades around here."
Pam smiled. The reason I'm here is, well, it's hard for me to explain. I mean, I know what I want, but it's difficult for me to put it into words."
"Come on," Mrs. Martucci said. "We'll go into the lounge. It's much more comfortable and private."
"That sounds fine," Pam said, trying not to stare at the woman's big, thrusting tits. Now that she knew what the widow's naked body looked like, it was hard to act natural.
"Is it about Robbie?" Mrs. Martucci asked when they were seated together on a sofa.
Pam nodded, then lowered her eyes. "I-I'm divorced, you know, and there isn't much money, so we have a small place. There's only one bedroom, and Robbie sleeps with me."
The teacher nodded encouragement. Pam drew a deep breath and gathered her courage. "When I woke up a few mornings ago, I saw that Robbie had an ... an erection. He was still sleeping, of course," she hurriedly added.
"Well, that's normal," Mrs. Martucci said, imagining the boy's hard cock. "Most men wake up that way."
"I know, but it's made me realize how Robbie's grown and, and I've never had that talk with him about, you know, sex."
"Oh!" Jane smiled. "And you want me to explain things to him, is that it?"
"Oh, if only you would! His father's a real bastard, or I'd want him to do it. I know it's my place, but I'd feel so awkward, and you've had so much more experience..."
Mrs. Martucci smiled again. "Maybe so, but I've never found the opportunity to tell Dale, either. I suppose he's picked up a few things from older kids, though. Most boys do, and I'll bet your son's no different."
"Huh," Pam grunted. "Misinformation, you mean."
"Possibly," Jane said. "Now, I'll need a note from you giving permission, but that's a mere formality. When can Robbie come to see me?"
"How about today. If you're not too busy, I mean."
Mrs. Martucci looked at the papers on her desk, then at her watch. "Give me about an hour, then send him over. But don't tell him what it's all about. I don't want him arriving nervous and embarrassed. Let me work up to the subject in my own way, all right?"
"You're the teacher, Mrs. Martucci," Pam smiled.
"Please, call me Jane."
Pam looked at the soft skin showing above the woman's knees where her dress had slipped back, and her mind conjured up the image of Jane's finger-gulping, hairy cunt. She felt her face heat up again.
"Oh, oh," she stammered, flustered, realizing she'd been staring too long. "Thank you, and call me Pam."
The hot-assed mother hurried home, rubbing her thighs together in the car, milking the lips of her cunt. Her nipples scratched against her bra cups. She had to have relief. Damn! Where was that boy?
Unknown to Pam, Robbie was at that moment standing behind a bush in a nearby field with his pants around his ankles. Susie was kneeling before him with both her hands wrapped around his throbbing prick and her soft, warm lips sucking on the very tip.
"Uhhh," Robbie groaned with pleasure. This was the first time since he'd fucked her that they'd had a chance to be alone, and he'd lost no time in reminding the little girl about her promise to suck him off.
His big, bulbous cockhead was purplish with lust, and Susie's fingers were slippery with what seemed like gallons of pre-cum. She was avidly nursing on his oozing piss-slit and didn't seem to mind all the greasy liquid.
"Boy," she said, pulling away briefly. "This stuff sure tastes funny!" Susie giggled, sliding her fingers over Robbie's fat, nearly white cock-shaft.
"Don't stop," the boy panted, hunching his hips toward her pretty face.
"Am I doin' it right? Do you like it all that much?"
"Yeah, yeah! It's perfect, keep sucking, don't stop!"
Susie smiled and tightened her fingers and lowered her lips to the big wet head again, feeling the swollen knob pulse beneath her lips. She loved the way Robbie was acting, so helpless and excited, trying to treat her nicer than usual so she'd do things for him. The way to control a man was through his prick, that was for sure, Susie decided. She was learning fast.
When Robbie started gasping and panting, Susie rolled her eyes up toward his face. His eyes were closed and his whole body was trembling. Then his prick seemed to shrink a bit in her grip, then fill out again. She braced herself for the sticky stuff spewing from his balls.
Almost before she knew what was happening, a hot burst of jism struck the roof of her mouth. She gripped his cock more tightly and moaned.
"Mmmmmmfff!" she closed her lips over the end of his bucking cock and held her breath as the next squirt hit her moving tongue. She kept jerking on his prick as it pumped one thick cum-glob after another into her hot, sucking mouth.
Robbie had opened his eyes, reliving the first intense thrill of coming in a girl's mouth. The sight of Susie's pretty face hanging onto the end of his prick while her cheeks bulged with his warm jizz nearly blew his young mind.
"Oh, wow, Susie! That was great!" he groaned as the girl pulled back with a soft slurp and studied his wilting cock. A trickle of bubbly cum ran over her lower lip, but she licked it back inside and swallowed.
"Wow," Susie breathed reverently, poking at his wet piss-slit with a curious finger. She dug out a sticky little drop of cum. "I forgot how much you come! No wonder boys have to jerk off. You got so much of that stuff, if it keeps building up, your balls'll burst!"
"It sure feels that way," Robbie sighed. "Let me do you now, huh?"
Susie eagerly lifted her dress. She wasn't wearing panties. Robbie stared at the little girl's plump pussy. Only a few stray hairs nestled around it, and it was already shiny with her hot cunt juice.
"It's beautiful," Robbie said as he tucked his limp prick into his pants. He got on his knees as she stood straddle-legged and looked down at him. "You know," he said, "some of the guys talk about, uh, doing the same thing for girls, you know, kissing it..."
Susie's eyes widened. She'd never even thought of that! "It ... it's dirty," she whispered, suddenly nervous and flustered at the thought of someone putting their lips on her, kissing her wet, super-sensitive pussy.
"Not from this angle, it isn't," Robbie said. "It even smells nice, just like Mom's."
"You smelled your mother's!" there was a tone of accusation in Susie's shocked statement.
Now Robbie was nervous. He hadn't meant for that remark to slip out. "It was in bed, before we got up. She thought I was asleep and started playing with herself under the sheet. I could smell it, that's all."
"You're kidding," Susie breathed, trying to imagine Mrs. Morris with her legs spread and her fingers poking into her slippery cunt.
"No, I'm not," Robbie said, still on his knees. "Honest!"
He was about to lean forward and plant a kiss on the girl's soft belly when a loud voice startled them both.
"Robbie! Robbieee!"