Chapter 1
Laura Palmer, a high school English teacher, was sitting in her living room correcting papers. Her husband, Brent, had fallen asleep in his favorite chair while watching television. When she finished the last of the test papers, she set them aside and removed her reading glasses.
Laura was a very attractive woman in her early thirties with blue eyes and short brown hair. She had an exceptionally good figure with slim legs, a narrow waist and round full tits. From the way the male students watched her, Laura knew she was damned well stacked. Looking across the room at her sleeping husband, she wished that he would look at her like Don Olsen did. Whenever she turned around in class, Don Olsen, captain of Jefferson High School's football team, was always watching her. She recognized the warm yearning in the young man's eyes, and it often made her feel uncomfortable.
It had been a long time since she had seen a yearning expression in her husband's eyes. He had always been so ardent and passionate until about four years ago, shortly after their little daughter was born. As the years slipped away, he became more and more content to sleep or watch television.
Brent Palmer was a damned handsome man. He was in his early forties with a big frame and a ruggedly handsome face. He was a well liked man in the community, and his small sporting goods store did a thriving business.
Laura felt a delicious tingle in her cunt as she watched him and thought how nice it would be to have him put his big hard prick into her cunt and extinguish the hot yearning that seemed to always be there. Sometimes she became so frustrated with his lack of interest in fucking that she had to relieve herself through masturbation.
Getting up, she quietly walked across the room and sat on the arm of his chair.
"Come on, darling," she whispered into his ear. "Let's go to bed and do something naughty."
Smiling up at her, he took her lovely face in his big gentle hands and gave her a quick little kiss.
"Sounds great to me," he grinned, getting up from the chair.
When she had finished removing her makeup and brushing her teeth, she quickly slipped into bed, pressing her warm naked body against her husband.
"I love you," he whispered as she nestled up to him. When she reached down and began stroking his limp cock, he gently cuppdd her full soft breast in his hand.
The feel of his fingers against her erect nipple sent a surge of excitement rushing through her body. She could feel his fleshy cock beginning to swell. It was almost half erect when she felt his hand drop from her breast.
"Brent," she whispered nervously.
There was no answer. Her husband was sound asleep. She continued caressing his cock, but it soon lost its semi erection and shriveled up.
"Oh, shit," she sighed to herself, jumping out of bed.
She walked into the kitchen and, with trembling hands, poured a glass of milk. Entering the living room, she sat down sipping the drink while absently running her finger up and down her cuntlips. Groaning softly with excitement, she began rubbing her hard swollen clit. Within a matter of seconds, she exploded into orgasm.
Returning to her bed, she tried to go to sleep, but her taut nervous body would not allow it. Lying there, she suddenly wondered how Don Olsen would have reacted if she had caressed his cock like she had her husband's. Dismissing the thought as idle nonsense, she eventually dropped off into a fitful sleep.
When she awakened the next morning, Brent was already dressed and in the kitchen making coffee. Putting on a robe, she joined him.
"Why up so early?" she sleepily yawned.
"I'm holding a brief sales meeting before the store opens," he answered.
Drinking their coffee, Laura watched her husband. He was completely absorbed with the sports pages of the newspaper.
Dressing for school after her husband had left for work, Laura decided it was too warm for pantyhose and, since she was well tanned, she decided not to wear any. Slipping into a short summer dress, she suddenly wondered what Don Olsen would think of her bare legs.
This being the last two weeks of school before summer vacation and most of the final exams finished, there was a relaxed feeling in the classrooms. The morning passed quickly, and when Laura was returning from the cafeteria, she saw Don Olsen and Debbie Marshall talking together in the hall.
"Hi," called the girl when she saw the teacher.
"Hello, Mrs. Palmer," grinned Don, staring blatantly at Laura's bare legs beneath the short summer dress.
"What are you two plotting?" smiled Laura.
"We're planning to blow up the school this summer," Debbie laughed.
Don and Debbie had been going steady for a long time. She was sixteen, two years younger than Don. Laura always thought they made a strange looking couple. Don was a tall muscular boy who looked much older than his age, while Debbie, who was barely five feet tall with a curvaceous little figure, looked like she was only about fourteen years old.
"Debbie," Laura said. "I'm glad I ran into you. Can you baby sit for us next Thursday night?"
"I think so," the girl replied, looking up at Don. "Did we have anything planned?"
"I don't think so," he replied, his eyes still on the teacher's legs.
"That's great then," Laura replied. "Can you come over around seven?"
"That's fine," Debbie answered cheerfully.
"I'll see you in class, Mrs. Palmer," Laura heard Don call as she walked away, feeling his eyes still on her bare legs.
As the time approached for her final class, Laura felt a little uneasy about wearing this short dress. Although she subconsciously enjoyed it, Laura always felt uneasy at the way Don looked at her.
During the class she was constantly aware of the boy's eyes. For some unknown reason, she suddenly decided to give him a good look. The thought of teasing him sent a warm tingle through her loins.
Quietly talking to the class, she moved a stool over in front of Don who had a front row desk. Returning to the blackboard, she wrote a sentence and asked the students to diagram it.
When they began writing on their pads, she returned to the stool in front of Don's desk. Discreetly lifting her skirt, she sat down and casually crossed her legs. The boy sat frozen, looking at the soft bare flesh of her upper thighs. Slowly he raised his eyes to hers and a big leering smile crossed his face.
She teasingly smiled back and, opened her thighs as she re-crossed them, giving him a quick look at her flimsy white panties that covered her delicious little cunt.
Laura felt his burning eyes watching her when she slowly got up and walked back to her desk. Sitting down, she began to tremble. She couldn't understand why she had done such a vulgar thing j and she couldn't understand why it had excited her so much to do it.
Every time she glanced over at Don, he gave her that same leering grin. She could feel her hot cunt juices seeping into her panties. Although it had been exciting to tease the boy, she was anxious for class to end so she could get away from him. She was terribly embarrassed about her brash actions.
When class was dismissed and the students made a wild rush for the door, she was a bit worried, noticing that Don was stalling.
He walked slowly up to her desk when the last student had left the room.
"Did you want me to stay after school?" he asked softly, with that leering smile on his face.
"Why would I want you to remain?" she replied nervously.
"Well," he smiled, sitting on the edge of the desk. "I thought that maybe you wanted to use this."
Before she could say anything, he quickly opened his fly and drew out his big hard fleshy cock.
Laura stared in shock at the big swollen prick that was throbbing excitedly only inches away from her unbelieving eyes.
"My God!" she finally gasped. "Put that damned thing away!"
"Why?" he whispered, suggestively stroking his cock.
Completely horrified at what was happening, she still felt an excitement burning inside of her.
"Touch it, Mrs. Palmer," he whispered lewdly. "My prick's nice and hard."
The teacher sat motionless, staring at the big hard cock as if she were hypnotized. Her eyes were riveted on the big purple glans.
When the dazed woman didn't move, the boy reached down and gently took her trembling hand and wrapped her fingers around his big throbbing cock.
A delicious tremor raced through her body as she felt the hard sinewy flesh. She could feel the hot blood pulsating through the thick distended veins of his fuckpole, and instinctively she ran her fingers up and down the entire length of his stiff cock.
"Oh, God," she whispered excitedly, feeling her hot cunt juices dripping out of her quivering pussy.
Don shuddered with delight as he watched her lean forward and cover his big blood bloated glans with her hot wet lips. Clutching the shaft in her hands, she began sucking and licking the delicious piece of meat. She loved the feel and taste of the hard throbbing flesh against her tongue and lips. She shivered with delight as her wet sucking mouth slid up and down over the hard prick.
Don's body was shaking with excitement at the feel of her warm mouth sucking and licking on his sensitive cock.
"Oh, God," he groaned, instinctively running his fingers through the woman's soft brown hair.
The sound of the boy's soft groans and the feel of his fingers in her hair sent wild flames of excitement coursing through her hungry body.
"Oh, Don," she whispered, removing her mouth from his cock. "Please put it in me. Please fuck me."
Quickly removing her juice soaked panties, she pulled up her dress and lay on her back across the desk.
"Please, Don," she whispered passionately, spreading her thighs and rubbing her hot little cunt with her trembling fingers.
Dropping his pants, the boy stared at her delicious pink pussy. Droplets of hot juice glistened on the outer lips of her quivering cunt. Grasping her hips in his strong hands, he helped her slide her ass to the edge of the table where his excited cock was waiting anxiously to plunge into her inviting cunt. Raising her legs up over his shoulders, he gently nudged his throbbing cock head against her warm cunt opening.
"Oh, God!" She trembled, feeling the hot hard cock probing against her eager fuck hole.
She shivered excitedly as she felt his prick slip through her soft elastic opening. His glans rubbed deliciously against the moist, warm flesh of her cuntal walls.
"Oh, Don," she whispered excitedly at the feel of his big hard shaft sinking deeper and deeper into her cunt.
When he had reached full penetration, her hot mouth covered his with a deep passionate kiss. He shuddered at the feel of her tongue slithering sensuously around his.
Slowly withdrawing his cock until only the head remained in her cunt, he again thrust it back up the hot wet tunnel. In and out he drove his big hard prick through the juicy flesh of her cunt.
"Oh, Don!" she squealed with excitement when he quickened his strokes. Legs over his shoulders, her juicy slit was fully exposed to his battering assault. Faster and faster he fucked into her squeezing cunt while his big sperm inflated balls slapped against the hot flesh of her ass.
"Oh, Christ!" she screamed hysterically, her legs snaking lewdly around his neck. "Fuck, baby, fuck! That's it Don, honey, fuck me good! Fuck me hard!"
Her squeals of pleasure spurred him on. He was now driving his cock into her lust slickened fuck hole with all his strength.
"Oh, shit, baby!" she screamed. "That's it, honey! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The woman was writhing frantically against the rampaging cock and she was flailing wildly back and forth on the desk.
"Faster! Faster, honey!" she screamed. "I'm coming, darling! I'm coming!"
Letting out a piercing shriek, she exploded into a wild shattering orgasm when she felt Don's hot semen gushing into her fuck hole.
Looking up through half dazed eyes, she watched him withdraw his limp prick from her slippery cunt.
"What the hell are we doing?" she gasped, quickly sitting up.
"You know what we're doing," he answered.
"But it's wrong! It's wrong. We shouldn't be doing this."
"Didn't you like it?" the boy asked.
"Of course I did," she sobbed. "But it's all wrong. I've never done anything like that before."
"I didn't think you had, Mrs. Palmer," the boy smiled, "but now that you have, I think we'll enjoy some real good times in the future."
"No!" she gasped. "Never again."
"You will."
"Never!" she snapped, putting on her clothes, picking up her purse and heading for the door.
They left the classroom together. They walked silently toward the parking lot where Debbie Marshall was waiting for Don in his car. Laura waved to the girl as Don walked over to join her.
"Why so late?" Debbie asked.
"Mrs. Palmer was helping me with an English problem."
Driving home, Laura was in a state of confusion. She couldn't believe what had happened to her, and she knew she would never do anything like it again,, but her body tingled with excitement when she thought about Don's big prick.
Later that evening while preparing dinner, her mind was in a whirl. She was filled with remorse and shame for what she had done, yet her body trembled with excitement when she thought about it.
"By the way," her husband said during dinner, "I'm going over to Lancaster with the Softball team tomorrow evening and Chet Marshall has asked me to stay overnight so he can show me their new accounting system."
"When will you be back?" she asked.
"The next afternoon. I sell all the equipment to our softball team and they expect me to watch them in the finals."
"I understand," she replied in a stern voice.
The next day at school was pure hell for Laura. She dreaded facing Don in class. She made a point of wearing pantyhose and a very conservative dress.
As class began, she carefully avoided looking in Don Olsen's direction. Finally glancing over, she saw him leering at her with a very confident expression on his face.
"Mrs. Palmer," he said in a very polite voice when she had acknowledged his raised hand. "Would you please look at this sentence and analyze it for me?"
She nervously walked over to the boy's desk, where he handed her a sheet of paper.
It read: May I drop over to your house this evening?
"No," she snapped, handing it back to him in front of the students. "That sentence is completely wrong and not worth analyzing."
"It makes sense to me," he said in an innocent voice.
She abruptly turned and walked back to her desk.
"Will you please look at this one?" he asked again a few minutes later.
"Bring it up to my desk," she replied coldly. It read: I know that your husband is going out of town with the softball team tonight.
Before she could reply, a messenger came into the room and approached her.
"Mrs. Palmer," the girl said. "The principal would like to see you as soon as class is over."
"Thank you," she replied, then turning to the class: "Mr. Williams wants me in his office so I'm dismissing class five minutes early."
Don Olsen had a surprised look on his face as she quickly picked up her purse and left. The students filed out of the room, happy to be dismissed early.
"Hello, Laura," the principal smiled when she entered his office.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Williams."
"Laura," he began, "I know it's a lot of extra work, but could you help me organize the senior class picnic?"
"Well," she replied. "I haven't had much experience with that sort of thing, but I'll do whatever I can to help."
They discussed the plans for an hour and it was almost five o'clock by the time she got home. The house seemed empty and cold when she realized that Brent would not be home tonight and her little daughter was spending two days with her grandmother. Feeling nervous and restless, she undressed and slipped into a dressing gown. The phone rang.
"Hello."
"Mrs. Palmer," she heard Don Olsen's voice. "May I please come over for a few minutes?"
"Certainly not."
"But it's very important," he persisted. "Anything you have to say can be said in the classroom."
"But I sure as hell can't say this in the classroom," the boy laughed.
"Then it's better unsaid," she snapped, hanging up the phone.
Laura walked into the den and poured herself a stiff shot of Scotch. She seldom drank, but she was so nervous that she wanted something to calm her nerves. The strong liquid sent a warm glow burning in her stomach. She quickly poured another. Her body glowing deliciously from the warm Scotch, she kicked off her shoes and lay back on the soft cushions of the sofa. A feeling of well being flowed through her body from the mellow liquor.
"Fuck you," she giggled out loud when the phone began to ring again. It stopped after about twenty persistent rings, and she got up and floated over to the bar where she poured another stiff shot. Returning to the sofa, she threw herself down, half smashed with the soothing Scotch.
It was sometime later when she heard the door chimes ringing. She got up and walked unsteadily into the living room. She opened the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Palmer," Don Olsen smiled when she opened it.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she slurred.
"I want you to help me with some homework," he answered pushing through the door.
"Get the hell out of here!" she yelled, staggering slightly.
"Hey," he grinned, "my teacher's a little tight."
She slumped unsteadily into a chair.
"Where's my drink?" he asked.
"Where's your damned car?"
"Tony Crossetti drove me over," the boy replied. "I didn't think it would be smart to park my car in front of your house."
"What the hell did you tell Tony?" she asked.
"I told him you were going to help me with English," he replied. "Where's the booze?"
"In there," she muttered, pointing vaguely toward the den.
When he left the room, she unsteadily followed him. He poured two strong belts, handing one to his teacher.
"Here's to us." He smiled, looking at her lush body which was exposed through the sheer dressing gown. It was obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath.
"Please, Don," she said, belting the drink down. "I want you to leave."
"I will," he smiled, walking across the room and facing the woman. He put his hands on her shoulders.
Gently he drew her body against his.
"No," she whispered, trying to push him away. "Please don't, Don. Just go away and leave me alone."
She felt his strong hands slide down her back and gently cup her firm ass cheeks through the soft thin material of her gown.
"No," she whispered, feeling his fingers probing at the open crack of her ass. A tremor of excitement rippled through her body when she became aware of his hard cock pushing against her belly through the material of his clothes.
"We mustn't " she sobbed as he covered her lips with his passionate mouth. She shivered at the feel of his tongue pushing her lips apart. Excitement charged through her loins when his tongue sensually wound itself around hers.
Their lips still entwined, he gently lowered her onto the sofa. Cupping her soft luscious tit in his hand, he could feel her hard erect nipple pushing against the thin material of her dressing gown. Swiftly opening his fly, he released his steel hard cock. Gently taking her hand, he wrapped her fingers around his hot throbbing shaft. He could feel her trembling with excitement as she squeezed and stroked his hard fleshy pole.
Tenderly moving his hand under the flimsy gown, he felt the soft pliant flesh of her inner thigh. Her mouth was sucking hungrily on his tongue while his hands moved closer and closer to her pussy.
His cock lurched violently in her grasping hand when his finger lightly touched the slick hot opening of her juicy slit.
"Hmmmmmmm," she frantically moaned at the feel of his probing digit lightly touching her cunt. She continued sucking sensuously on his tongue. Completely overcome with lust, she squirmed her pussy against his wandering finger.
"Oh, God," she passionately whispered, feeling his finger slip into her hot slippery little hole. Trembling with passion, her hand stroked and caressed the full length of his hard cock.
Removing his finger, Don stood up and slowly began to undress while Laura quickly removed her gown. Anticipation raced through her body as she gazed at his completely nude body for the first time. Reaching out, she cupped his big crinkly balls in her hand and drew him toward her. Gently grasping his hard cock shaft, she lowered her eager mouth over his big cockhead.
"Oh, Christ!" he gasped, feeling her tongue swirling deliciously against the sensitive underside of his throbbing glans. His shaking legs could hardly support him as her mouth sucked, licked and milked the entire length of his cock. Feeling an orgasm starting to build up in his guts, he withdrew his prick from her mouth. Gently pushing her down on the couch, he crawled between her soft thighs, burying his face into her hot juicy pussy.
"Oh, God!" she screamed hysterically at the feel of his tongue against her clit. This new sensation was like an electric shock to her. Although she was aware that cunnilingus was practiced by some people, never once had Brent ever attempted to perform it on her.
"Oh, Christ, honey!" she squealed with delight. "I've never felt anything so good in my whole life."
Excited by Laura's wild squeals, Don continued to lick her clit. She was almost out of her mind with these new found sensations.
"Oh, shit, baby!" she screamed, arching her cunt against his slavering hot mouth. "Suck, baby, suck! Don't ever stop, honey! Suck me forever! Suck! Suck! Suck!"
Her smooth legs were jerking frantically in the air while her fingers clutched desperately at the sofa.
"Shit, baby, I'm coming! I'm coming!" she shrieked, violently grabbing his hair with her clutching fingers. "Oh, honey! Eeeeaaaagggghhhh! Aaaauuuugggghhhh! Suck! Suck! Suck!"
Collapsing back on the sofa, she trembled and lurched for several moments until her orgasm began to subside.
"Oh, God, Don," she whispered, when she regained her self control. "That was the wildest feeling I've ever experienced."
Again aware of the boy's throbbing erection, she smiled up at him and once more began stroking his excited cock. When he could stand it no longer, he gently parted her thighs and crawled up between her legs. Clutching his big cock with one hand, he gently rubbed his bloated cockhead up and down her juicy slit.
"Oh, God," he gasped at the feel of her warm cunt lips caressing his sensitive glans.
"Put it in, honey," she whispered, grasping his ass and pulling him toward her. "Slam it up into my hot pussy!"
He drove his cock up into the depths of her juicy fuck hole with one frantic thrust.
"Oh, shit!" she screamed in both pain and ecstasy.
Propelled by unrestrained lust, he began pounding his cock in and out of her hot slippery cunt.
Laura was lurching and screaming with delight at the delicious sensations. Never had she enjoyed a fuck as much as she was enjoying this one.
Don thought he would go out of his mind with the feel of her hot cunt grasping, sucking and squeezing on his cock.
"Oh, honey," she whispered, feeling an orgasm building up deep inside.
She was almost over the top when she felt Don's hot semen gushing into her cunt.
"Don't stop, honey!" she cried, screwing her slit up against the base of his cock. "Don't stop, baby. I'm almost ready to come!"
Frantically pulling him toward her, she could feel his cock squirting globs of semen into her excited cunt.
Completely exhausted, the boy withdrew his prick and fell back against the couch, his feet and legs spread out on the floor.
Still excited and frustrated, Laura dropped to her knees between his Out stretched legs and quickly inserted his limp prick into her cock hungry mouth. Sucking savagely, she tried in vain to restore the erection that she so desperately needed to complete her orgasm.
It was at that moment that she noticed Tony Crossetti standing open mouthed at the entrance to the den.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she mumbled, still sucking on Don's flaccid cock.
"No one answered my ring and the door was open so I walked in," he replied, staring at the teacher on her knees frantically sucking his friend's prick. "Don asked me to come back and pick him up."
Laura didn't answer as a thrill rushed through her body at the feel of Don's fleshy cock beginning to swell in her mouth.
Because of her crazed passions and her drunk state, she seemed to accept the fact that Tony Crossetti was quickly disrobing. Excited by the feel of Don's cock, now almost fully erect in her eager sucking mouth, she was only dimly aware of Tony coming across the room.
It was only when he dropped to his knees behind her and grasped her hips with his hands that she realized he was going to insert his cock into her cunt from behind. Still sucking on Don's fleshy pole, a thrill of anticipation rippled through her body as she felt Tony's hard cock probing at her slit. It all seemed perfectly natural to the sex crazed woman.
"Oh, God!" she squealed, feeling the big prick slithering up into her eager fuck-hole.