Chapter 2
Craig Hobbs watched Nancy Benton walk down the hall in front of him, and his cock flexed in his slacks.
What a stunning piece of ass she was, he thought. She was so fucking slender, with long trim legs and a tight little ass. He was sure he could circle her tiny waist with both hands. Yet she had those big bouncy tits. They jiggled and heaved inside her blouse, and never failed to give him a hard-on each time he saw her.
She was damned pretty, too. She had huge blue eyes and a cute little nose, and one of those full-lipped mouths that gave a guy all kinds of ideas. She was a natural blonde, and he often daydreamed of wrapping his cock in the bright tresses of her hair.
Fuck, he would love to get her into bed. There was something about her that said she'd be a wildcat with the right man.
But of course, she was married to that asshole Chris Benton. In fact they were practically newlyweds. They'd gotten teaching jobs together at the beginning of the semester. And for the first few weeks, they were rarely apart. He'd had a hell of a time getting to talk to her, even in the staff room. She seemed to have eyes for no one but her jerk-off husband. On the few occasions he had managed to speak to her, she'd been very cool, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.
He'd kept trying. He didn't discourage easily. And in the past ten days or so, she had actually smiled at some of the things he said. But then he always ended up staring at her gorgeous tits, and she would blush and excuse herself, saying how busy she was with her new classes. She would wiggle away and leave him gazing at her stunning little ass as it flexed in her tight skirt. And he would limp off with a hard-on.
Craig was going to fuck her.
He knew that without a shadow of a doubt. It was just a matter of time. Pretty early in life, he'd figured out how to pick up on the women who really enjoyed sex. It wasn't anything he could explain. It was like an instinct. But he'd gotten to the point where he could tell if a female loved fucking or not. And more importantly, if they were getting it.
Nancy was getting it, he was sure. Her husband would have to be out of his mind not to be fucking her every chance he got. But there was something missing, he was sure.
He'd noticed this time and again with women who were married or had steady boyfriends. They might be getting fucked, but they often weren't getting fucked right. The men in their lives were too selfish, or stupid or something.
He watched her pause in the doorway to one of the classrooms. School was out for the day, and the rooms and hallways were empty but for a few straggling students. She was talking to someone, her husband. She was leaning half in and half out of the room, and Craig had a perfect view of her ass. His prick twitched again in his pants and he shifted it to a more comfortable position.
"Well, how long will you be?" she said. "I don't want to hang around here much longer."
"At least an hour," Chris Benton answered. "Two of my students are really having problems, and I promised I'd go over some things with them. Couldn't you take a cab home?"
Craig saw a quiver of irritation go through Nancy. Her fingers clenched at the door jamb. Then quickly she turned around to move away. And she bumped right into him. Her tits smashed against his chest. His hard-on pressed onto her belly. She gave a little gasp, and the books and papers she had under her arm scattered to the ground.
"Fuck!" she muttered under her breath. And immediately she blushed and smiled. She crouched down and began picking up the books and papers. It wasn't easy bending down with a hard-on, but Craig gamely sank to his knees and helped her gather her things. He apologized, told her it was all his fault, and tried to be as charming as possible. But he couldn't keep his eyes off her big tits. Or her legs. Her skirt had ridden high on her thigh as she crouched on one knee. He could see far up her leg, to where her white stocking ended and was attached to its elastic white garter.
"You're wearing a garter belt. Sweet Jesus," he croaked. "I didn't think anyone wore those things outside of men's magazines."
Again Nancy blushed. But she made no move to pull down her skirt. She went on picking up her papers calmly, not saying a word. Craig gazed at her white garter, at the clasp hooked to her stocking top. His prick pounded painfully against his thigh. He was supposed to be helping her gather her stuff, but he just knelt there helplessly.
"Are you okay, Nancy?" a voice called from inside the classroom. Chris was still at his desk. He didn't even bother to come check on his wife.
"I'm fine, honey. I'll go call a cab," Nancy said. But as she spoke, she twisted slightly on one foot, so that she was facing Craig. Her legs spread apart and the skirt rode higher.
Craig had a perfect view down between her thighs. Not only could he see both stocking tops now, but he could also see a blinding flash of white panty. She was showing off her crotch to him on purpose. She was hiding nothing. And as she picked up the last of her papers, she gazed into his eyes and gave him a teasing smile. Craig almost moaned out loud.
"I'll give you a ride home," he said, gripping her elbow and helping her to her feet. "Would you like that?"
"I'd love it," she muttered.
Neither one of them said another word to Chris. They moved off down the hall together, and Craig led her out to his car. They drove off in silence, and for the next few minutes the only words they exchanged were directions as Nancy told him where to turn.
There was some weird spell between them. Craig knew he was going to get to fuck her at last. This was his chance. There was no doubt about it.
She unlocked the door to the house and led him down the hall to the bedroom. He followed her without hesitation. Then they stood facing each other across the big bed. It was funny, he thought, but this was going a bit too quickly even for him. He liked to draw out the beginnings of sex. He wanted it to last. The only problem was, her asshole husband would be home in about an hour.
"I've never done anything like this before," she muttered. "This is absolutely the first time."
She unbuttoned the front of her blouse and he watched as her big tits came into view. They were packed into a flimsy white bra, but he could see the dark rings of her areolas through the material. The flattened stubs of her nipples were clearly visible.
"You know I've only been married a couple of months," she went on. "You must think I'm a real slut."
She tossed her blouse aside and unzipped her skirt. It slipped down her legs and she stepped from it, kicking off her shoes at the same time. Then she stood looking at him for a moment. All she had on were her panties, her white garter belt, and her sheer white stockings. Through her panties he could see the hairy mound of her pussy.
"I've known you were a slut at heart from the first time I saw you," he smiled. "I don't know why you've been so fucking cool and shy all these weeks."
He threw his jacket over a chair and peeled off his shirt and tie. Nancy studied the muscles of his arms and chest, and her heart began to pound. He was beautifully built and obviously kept himself in great shape. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. She watched him slip out of his shoes and step out of his pants.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the cock-bulge in his shorts. It looked like he had a monster of a prick packed inside them.
"I was shy with you because I knew you only wanted one thing," she said absently, her eyes glued to his crotch. "I wanted to be a good wife."
He shoved down his shorts and stood naked in front of her. Nancy's heart skipped a beat. His cock had to be eight inches long, and it wasn't even hard yet. His prick hung limply, a great thick log of flesh with ugly blue veins pulsing in its sides. His ball-sac was a gross leathery pouch covered with dark wiry hair.
For a moment, she didn't know what to say. It was so much bigger than her husband's cock, so much grosser, somehow. She wondered what his cock would be like once it was stiff. Would she be able to take it? Would it go up her cunt? Maybe it would hurt her. His prick looked thick enough to split her in half.
"It's so huge," she muttered finally. "Your cock's so fucking thick and huge. I don't believe it!"
"Believe it, baby. It's the kind of cock you've been dreaming about, right? This is the kind of meat your husband can't give you."
He took his limp prick in his hand and pumped it up and down several times. The cock-shaft grew stiffer in his fist. He let it go, gave her a good look at it swaying higher. Then he pumped his prick some more. He kept this up, jerking his cock then letting it go, jerking on it and letting it go, so that she could watch the big fucker stiffening. It soon jutted out over ten inches from his forest of crotch hair.
She slid off her panties and raised one leg to begin unhooking her stockings from her garters. But he stopped her. He came around the bed, took her by the shoulders, and looked into her eyes. The head of his huge cock grazed her thigh.
"Leave the garter belt and stockings on. I want to fuck you while you're still wearing them," he said. "Lie down on the bed. Spread your legs wide. We might not have too much time."
Nancy wanted to take hold of his huge cock. She wanted to drop to her knees in front of him and stuff his prick in her mouth.
But she was still a bit shy. She hesitated. And deep down, she knew she'd get to do this soon anyway. She had a feeling that this rushed fuck-session this afternoon wasn't going to be the only time she'd get together with Craig Hobbs. She was going to want to see much more of this huge, throbbing cock.
She climbed onto the bed, wearing just her garter belt and stockings. She lay down on her back and spread her legs wide.
Suddenly, she thought back to the morning, and how horny she'd been. What a frustrating day she'd had, even after masturbating with the dildo. She'd been craving cock the whole time. Now Craig Hobbs was going to stuff her with more cock than she'd ever known. What a wild fucking day this was!
He climbed onto the bed slowly, his colossal cock swinging between his legs. Nancy couldn't take her eyes off it. A quiver went through her as she again wondered what his prick would feel like inside her.
But, instead of sinking down on top of her, Craig was dipping his head down to her tits. He flicked one of her nipples with his tongue. He licked around and around her areola. Then he closed his lips over the erect nipple and began to suck hard.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she muttered softly. Both her nipples were half an inch long. The areolas were puffy and swollen. He sucked hard on one tit, then switched over to the other. He nipped at the nipples with his teeth, teased them, drew them up high. Then, just when she thought her nipples would burst and spill milk, he began licking and kissing his way down her tit and over her rib cage. He circled his tongue around and around on her heaving brown belly.
"Oh, fuck! That feels so good. Oh, fuck!" she groaned.
He was grabbing her legs, forcing them wide apart. And her heart did another flip-flop as she realized what he was about to do. All her married life, she'd wanted Chris to do this. Now, finally, it was going to be done by a virtual stranger. She whimpered softly as she felt Craig's tongue grazing through her pussy hair. Then his fingers were on her cunt-lips and he was prying them apart.
"Oh, yes! Oh, please, yes!" she moaned. "Eat my cunt! Eat my hot juicy cunt! Suck my twat!"
Craig was amazed at how swollen her cunt was. The plump outer cunt-lips were stretched wide. The inner cunt-lips were bright pink and glistening. He scraped his tongue up one side and down the other. He tugged at the inner pussy-folds and stretched them even more. Her clit swelled out from under its hood of skin. It was like a small erect cock waiting to be sucked.
His tongue jabbed inside her pussy. He shoved it as far as it would go. Then he licked around and around, teasing her pussy-lips and drawing them up and out. Her cunt was blossoming like a flower. All the rubbery pink skin was expanding for him. Her clit stuck out farther and farther, aching to be touched.
"Suck my clit! Please suck my clit!" she begged, mashing her cunt onto his mouth. "It feels so good! Oh, fuck!"
He did as she asked, first touching her erect clit with the tip of his tongue, and then sucking it between his lips. She groaned loudly and arched her back, lifting her ass off the bed. Her tits rolled about on her chest. Her belly pulsed. She began whimpering, almost as if she were in pain.
"Cock-sucker! Fuck! Oh, yes! Suck my hot hungry twat!" she squealed. Her hands clutched at his head and clamped it deep between her legs.
He sucked her clit hard, determined not to let go. His nose was buried in her cunt hair and it was hard to breathe. But he stayed with her. His hands supported her raised ass and he clawed at the firm ass-cheeks. Her thighs swayed in and out on either side of his head.
She began to sob. She really did sound as if she were crying. Her cunt twitched and throbbed against his mouth. All kinds of juice poured down from deep inside her.
If she wasn't cumming, she was damned close to it, he thought. He gave her clit an extra hard suck and she cried out, her voice crazy with pleasure.
"Cumming! Oh, you sonovabitch! Cumming on your hot mouth! Eat my cunt! Suck on my steaming pussy!"
His tongue continued to work on her clit. He diddled it up and down and back and forth and didn't stop even when he ran out of breath. She twitched and wriggled beneath him, her cunt still oozing slime. And she whimpered and cried helplessly. She seemed to be cumming for several minutes, though it was only a matter of seconds.
"Eat me, you bastard! Eat my hot cunt!" she kept yelling.
He stayed on her another few seconds, till her ass lowered to the bed and she seemed to grow calmer. Then he raised his head and gasped in mouthfuls of air. Her body was slick with sweat. He could see her big tits gleaming with it as he gazed up toward her face. Her belly was still fluttering. Little shudders still went through her.
Slowly, he crawled up on his knees between her legs. His cock was an eleven-inch pole of hard flesh. It loomed out from his crotch like the boom of a crane. He took his prick in hand, pulled on it several times. Then he began to lower it toward the gaping pink gash of her cunt. She was still glowing from her climax and her eyes were closed. Before he buried his big fucker inside her, he wanted her to see it.
"Hey bitch!" he called out. "You ready for eleven inches of stiff cock up your whore's cunt? You ready for a real man inside you?"
Nancy came to her senses. Her eyes opened and she stared down at the giant log of his prick. She began to whimper again, softly, like a little girl. But she gamely reached down and pried her cunt-lips apart. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse with excitement.
"Yes! Push it up inside me! Fill my cunt with your big ugly prick! And call me names like that! I love to be called dirty, dirty names!"
"Okay, cunt. Okay, you dirty, cock-teasing slut. I'm going to fuck you now with my big prick. I'm going to teach you what it's like to have a real man inside you. Feel it go! Feel every inch of it!"
Her cunt was gaping wide, and he slotted the fat head of his cock onto the open slice. She moaned as the massive prick-head touched her. Then she gasped as he began forcing it down between her cunt-lips and into her. The cock-head disappeared, followed by one, two, three inches of cock-shaft. Her cunt-lips stretched and folded around the thick bulk of his prick.
"Oh, my God! Oh, sweet fucking Christ!" she whimpered. Her eyes were glazing over as she stared into his face.
"Do you like it, whore? How does it feel to have a real cock inside you?" he leered.
"So big! So good! So fucking big and thick!" she groaned. She had let go of her cunt-lips and was now clutching her tits.
Four, five, six inches of cock-meat bulled into her. And he didn't pause. He held her thighs apart and stared down at her crotch, watching as inch after inch of his giant hard-on disappeared inside her pussy. Seven, eight, nine inches vanished. And still he wasn't finished. He glanced into her face. Her eyelids were droopy with pleasure. There was a strange smile on her mouth. He buried the last two inches of his monster prick up her cunt.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! So much fucking cock!" she muttered. She stared up at him with her glazed eyes. There was a look of pure adoration on her face.
"Feel good, slut? My eleven inches feel good up your cock-hungry cunt?"
"Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!" Nancy moaned. "Fuck me hard now! Fuck my brains out with that big fat cock! Split me in half with your horse-dick!"
He laughed and began easing his cock in and out of her pussy. He used short, slow strokes to start off, getting her accustomed to the huge fuck-pole. But gradually he increased his pace and fucked in deeper. Soon he was plowing the entire prick-shaft in and out of her. He drew it out till only the cock-head rested inside her cunt-lips, then he rammed it forward to the hilt. His big balls smacked against her ass-cheeks.
"Oh, my God! Oh, fuck fuck fuck!" she wheezed, as if she couldn't believe she was taking his whole prick inside her.
She really did feel stuffed. It was so much different from having Chris's cock up her cunt. She was bloated, completely clogged with prick. She wondered if she'd be able to walk after- wards. She bit her bottom lip and grinned up at him. Then she closed her eyes and groaned some more.
She'd never felt so good.
This was what she needed, a good hard fucking with a huge cock. It was what she missed with Chris. His prick was nice, but it wasn't a thick ugly fuck-machine like Craig's. And besides that, Chris was always so loving and tender. He didn't understand that once in a while she needed something a bit cruder, a bit rougher. She wanted to be fucked like a bitch in heat and to hear dirty, insulting words. This excited her.
And of course, a guy like Craig Hobbs could give that to her. He didn't love her. He probably didn't even like her very much. In fact he barely knew her. But this was what made it so exciting. Craig just wanted her for her cunt, her tits, her ass. He just wanted to fuck her like an animal. And, with him, she could act like an animal, too. And she loved it.
"Fuck me deep, you bastard! Cram your big ugly dick all the way up my cunt!" she snarled. "Fuck me till I can't stand up!"
He was doing just that, fucking his huge cock in to the balls up her cunt again and again. He was running his hands up and down her legs, feeling the dry sheer material of her white stockings. He traced his fingers over her loosened garters, and over the lacy belt along her belly. Each time he fucked his cock into her, her stomach quivered and her big tits shook.
"You're such a fucking slut. A cunt. A whore," he growled. "You just love big hard pricks, don't you?"
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" Nancy whimpered.
"You're a cock-teasing bitch, and you love to fuck, don't you?" he went on. "What are you doing married to a fucking wimp like Chris Benton?"
"Oh God, I don't know! Fuck, I just don't know!" she sobbed.
And for the moment, she didn't. She thought she loved Chris. And at the time of their marriage, she did. Could her feelings for him fade so fast? Or were they not that strong to start with? She had no idea. Maybe it was just the sex that she was dissatisfied with. Maybe if she had an affair with a jerk like Craig, she'd appreciate Chris all the more. She wasn't sure.
"You like cum, too?" he grunted. "You like hot, juicy spunk?"
"Yes! I fucking love it! I love to feel it spurt!" she croaked.
"You like jizz all over you? You like to feel cum spurt all over your cunt and belly and tits?"
A dirty thrill went through Nancy. Up to now she'd assumed he would shoot off inside her pussy. But now she found the notion of watch- ing him spurt his cum-load much more appealing. Chris would never let her watch his ejaculations. She'd often wanted to. She'd offered to jack him off so that she could see his cum fly. It was as if Craig knew all her secret dirty fantasies without asking.
"Yes! I want to see you spurt cum all over my belly and tits!" she hissed. "Cum all over me! Cover me with sperm! Shoot your hot jizz everywhere!"
He fucked her hard for several more minutes. He lunged his cock deep inside her cunt again and again.
But then suddenly he was withdrawing, pulling his prick from her pussy and gripping it in his hand. He held his cock up over her crotch, pumped his fist up and down on it. Then he groaned loudly.
A string of cum two feet long spurted from his prick and splattered up the center of her body. The silver jism lay in a line from her pussy hair to her left tit, where it attached itself to her stiff nipple. Another jet of jizz splashed into her navel and up over her rib cage to between her tits. It skidded through her cleavage and ended up draped over her neck. The cock-slime shone on her skin like paint.
"All over me! Yes! Cum all over my belly and tits!" she begged. She held her big tits up for him so that he could spray them.
His next cum-jet spiraled over her right tit and splattered the nipple and areola. The spunk drooled down her tit and onto her fingers. She moaned with excitement. He spurted cum onto her belly once, and then aimed his prick down and shot two or three white jets onto her pubic hair and cunt. By the time his final shot burst free, Nancy was coated with strings of gooey cum.
"I love it! I love to feel hot spunk splashing all over me!" she cooed.
And she rubbed her fingers over her slimy tits, smoothing the cum into her skin like lotion.
He squeezed his cock extra hard and milked out the last few drops of cum. They landed on her belly with little smacks.
Then he stuffed his prick back up her cunt and continued fucking her. In and out he drove his cock, as if he hadn't stopped at all. He gazed down at her spunk-streaked belly and tits in appreciation.
"Cock-teasing bitch! Hot horny slut!" he groaned.
Nancy whimpered and sobbed. Her tits started shaking all over again with the force of his fuck-thrusts. She rubbed his cum into the quivering tit-mounds, then smoothed more jizz into her brown belly.
She was about to touch her pussy-mound, to play with the cum deposited there, when a movement in the doorway caught her eye.
She turned her head slightly-and a deep flush spread over her lovely face.
Her husband Chris was standing on the threshold, his briefcase in his hand. He was staring at her with a pained expression, as if he were seeing her clearly for the very first time.