Chapter 3
"It just happened, Chris. I couldn't help myself," Nancy said. "I'm sorry if I've hurt your feelings."
Chris said nothing. He sat across the kitchen table from her and stared at the wall. They were all alone now. Craig Hobbs had made himself scarce. Nancy was showered and dressed. And she was trying for the tenth time to explain the scene Chris had witnessed earlier. She wasn't having much success.
If only he'd say something, she thought. If only he'd get mad and throw things around and let out his feelings.
But he just sat there in stunned silence. He'd barely said a word since she'd seen him standing in the doorway. He hadn't gotten mad at Craig and tried to attack him or any of that. He'd just left the bedroom and come to the kitchen to sulk. It was driving Nancy out of her mind.
"I was horny as hell after this morning," she went on. "You did leave me unsatisfied, you know. Hobbs just happened to be in the right place at the right time."
Even as she said this, she blushed. It sure didn't sound too good, she realized. Chris had left her horny this morning, but he was her husband, after all. She'd only been married to him for a couple of months. And yet she'd quite casually let another man fuck her, a guy she barely knew and didn't even like. Her behavior had been pretty fucking outrageous.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" she pouted. "Don't you want to yell at me or something?"
Still, he didn't speak. He didn't even appear to be listening. But then suddenly he stood up. He strode halfway to the door, paused, and turned to look at her. When he spoke, his voice was very calm.
"I have a student coming over in a few minutes," he said. "She needs extra help and I invited her over for an hour. I'll be down in the basement. I won't want any dinner."
"And I suppose I have to sit up here alone and feel guilty," she said. "Well, I'm not going to do it. You might not want any dinner, but I do. I think I'll go out to eat. What do you think of that?"
"Do as you like," he answered.
He opened the door to the basement and went down the stairs. He didn't look back.
Nancy sat still for a while, her heart pounding. She took a couple of deep breaths, then stood up and strode around the room. Finally, she took her coat from the hall closet and left the house. She was determined not to stay there as long as he was in one of his silent moods. She opened the car door, but paused as she saw a pretty teenaged girl enter the driveway.
It was Ginny Morgan, one of her husband's sexiest students.
"Hi, Mrs. Benton," chirped the teenager. "Is your husband home? He's supposed to help me out with some stuff."
"He's down in the basement. He's expecting you," Nancy said. "I just hope he's more talkative with you than he is with me."
She climbed into the car and slammed the door. Then she squealed out of the driveway and on up the avenue.
Ginny stared after her a moment and then made her way to the house. The teenager smiled slyly to herself. Mr. and Mrs. Benton weren't on the best of terms today, it appeared. And that was fine with her. She'd been wanting to get Chris Benton alone for weeks. She thought he was one of the most interesting teachers she'd ever had.
Not that she liked his subject that much, of course. All school courses were boring as far as she was concerned. And it wasn't that he was all that good-looking or sexy or anything. But she considered Chris Benton a challenge.
He was one of the few men she'd ever met, teachers included, who didn't seem at all interested in her sexually. And this was intriguing for Ginny.
She drove most men and boys out of their minds, she knew. They took one look at her face, her ass, her thirty-seven-inch tits, and they started to drool. But Chris Benton didn't. He'd barely paid her any attention at all, in all the weeks he'd been teaching at the school. He was obviously deeply in love with his wife, and didn't need to look at other women. But this didn't stop Ginny from wanting to try something with him.
She tapped at the rear door that led directly into the basement. Chris let her in with a weak smile. From the look of him, Ginny thought, the argument with Mrs. Benton had been pretty serious. He didn't seem like the same guy she'd seen in school only an hour or so earlier.
"Is everything okay between you and Mrs. Benton?" she cooed slyly. "On the way out, she seemed kind of upset."
"Everything's fine," Chris lied. "Sit down, Ginny. We have a lot of work to get through. We shouldn't waste time."
One corner of the basement was set up like a study. There was a desk, and several chairs, and the walls were lined with bookshelves. Chris went to sit behind the desk, and he waved Ginny toward one of the chairs in front of it. But she didn't sit down. She was eyeing him coolly. She put her books on the corner of his desk and stood there with her hands on her hips.
"You don't seem to be in the mood for work," she purred. "You seem real upset. Maybe I could help to cheer you up."
"I'm fine, Ginny. I don't need cheering up. Will you please sit down and concentrate? Your grades really are pretty bad."
Ginny stood there without moving for another few seconds. Then she seemed to reach some kind of decision. Very slowly, she crossed her arms in front of her and took hold of her sweater. Then she drew it up over her head and threw it over a chair.
She was wearing no bra, and Chris found himself gazing at her lovely naked tits. They were almost as big as Nancy's, he noticed. But the areolas were much wider. The pink circles were nearly three inches in diameter.
"Ginny, my God! What are you doing?" he gasped. "Stop this right now! Put your sweater back on."
"Relax, Mr. Benton. Don't you think my tits are pretty? Wouldn't you like to squeeze them, to suck them?"
She cupped her naked tits in her hands and held them up for his inspection. Chris gazed at them without speaking. He stood up suddenly, came around in front of the desk as if to stop her from going any further. But when he was a foot from her, he stopped. He didn't know what to do, what to say. She held her bare tits up and out for him, inviting him to touch them.
"Go ahead and squeeze them, Mr. Benton. I know you want to," she went on. "You can play with them all you like. And you can kiss them if you want."
Chris didn't move. He stood there helplessly, his heart pounding. He watched as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Then she was sliding her white panties down her legs and tossing them aside. She was absolutely naked. Her pussy hair fluffed out between her legs in a dark triangle. She smiled at him and took a step closer. Her tits were almost grazing his chest.
"Go ahead, Mr. Benton. I know you want to," she grinned. "Feel my tits. Squeeze them. Play with them."
He still didn't move.
She reached for his hands and placed them directly over her big tits. He made a half-hearted attempt to pull his hands away, but she held them hard on her tits, pressing them into the lush tit-mounds. He groaned loudly, as if he couldn't really believe that this was happening.
"Ginny, please get dressed," he croaked. "This is crazy. This has got to stop before it goes any further."
But he didn't pull his hands from her tits now, even when she let them go and stroked her fingers down his chest. Her tits were full and heavy in his palms. Except for the huge areolas, they were just like Nancy's tits. He recalled how his wife's tits had heaved as Craig Hobbs fucked her. He remembered how the white cum had rolled down them like icing on a cake.
At any other time, this whole scene would have been out of the question, he realized. He had no interest in any other woman than his wife. He certainly never lusted after brainless teenagers with big tits. But something had changed in the last few hours. He'd caught his wife fucking another man. And somehow it made sense that he was squeezing the naked tits of a silly young girl.
"That's it. Squeeze them. Play with them," Ginny sobbed.
His fingers had indeed begun to move on her tits. He was kneading them gently, like mounds of dough.
Her hands had stroked all the way down over his belly. And now she was touching the mound of his cock and balls through his slacks. She slid her fingers up and down, tracing the outline of his prick. She squeezed it harshly, testing how big it was. She grinned up at him like a mischievous child.
"Isn't this better than silly old studying?" she cooed. "Isn't this a lot more fun?"
He grunted, fondling her tits some more. Her nipples were stiffening under his fingers. He glanced down as she began to unbuckle his belt. A flash of guilt went through him. If he wanted to stop this, now was the time. He could force her to get dressed, throw her out of the house. But then he'd be left all alone to brood some more, to go over and over in his head the scene he'd witnessed between Craig Hobbs and his wife. He didn't resist.
Ginny opened up his pants and eased them down his legs. His shorts were bulging. Obviously his cock was swelling inside them. She worked her fingers over the bulk of his prick without removing his briefs. But then she let go and began unbuttoning the front of his shirt.
"Would you like me to suck you off?" she asked quietly. "Would you like me to use my mouth all over your cock and balls? I bet I could drive you crazy without even using my hands."
Chris tensed. Oral sex was something that had never really interested him. In a way, he considered it lewd and dirty. But then Ginny was stirring up feelings in him that he'd never experienced before. And they weren't exactly unpleasant. What the hell, he thought. If the kid wanted to use her mouth on him, let her go ahead. Maybe he could learn to like it.
She had his shirt open all the way. And suddenly she removed his hands from her tits and pressed them into his chest. Her hard nipples scraped against his skin. She kissed him quickly on the mouth, then began licking her way down his body. She ran her tongue over his chest as if she'd done this many times before.
Her nipples scraped down his belly, then over his thighs as she sank lower. She stuck her tongue in his navel and then traced it through the hair on his lower belly. Soon she was on her knees on the carpet, and she was pressing her face against his bulging shorts. She began to kiss the hardening shaft of his cock through the cotton material.
"You're getting hard. I can feel your cock stiffening."
She grinned up at him, then she pressed her lips onto the bulge of his prick again.
Chris stared down at her in amazement. Where did young girls learn about all this stuff? he wondered. When he was Ginny's age, he'd only just gotten his first kiss. And here she was on her knees, slobbering at his cock through his shorts. She seemed to have no shame. She acted as if this kind of behavior was the most natural thing in the world.
"I want to suck your cock so bad," she said. "I've wanted to use my mouth on you for so long."
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and gently pulled down. She backed off a little to watch his cock come into view.
But his cock was caught under the elastic waistband, and she was bending it down as she drew his shorts lower. She could see most of his pubic hair, and then the base of the thickening cock itself. Her fingers tugged his shorts out farther.
Suddenly his stiff prick snapped free. It bounced upwards and then swayed about in the air in front of Ginny's face. His cock was about eight inches long, and fairly thick. And it was not fully hard yet. When his prick stopped swaying, it pointed down at her left tit.
"What a nice cock. I really like it," she muttered, shoving his shorts down around his ankles. "Why don't you sit on the edge of your desk and spread your legs wide for me?"
It sounded as though she were the teacher, and not him. And of course, when it came to sex, she was. He was sure that she'd had much more experience, many more partners than he had. And cock-sucking appeared to be one of her major interests.
"I'm going to lick your balls, and then your cock, okay?" she smiled, as if she had to explain things to him in advance. "I'm going to get you so hard your head will spin."
Chris moaned. He eased his ass back onto the edge of the desk and split his legs as wide apart as he could.
She shuffled forward on her knees, till she was squatting between his thighs. She ran her hands up his legs and grinned up at him. She made no move to grab his cock. Her red mouth was half open, and her tongue flicked about between her lips.
Her head moved forward, and with her cheek she nudged his prick to one side. Her face tilted, and suddenly her tongue was out and she was scraping the tip around and around on one of his balls. She moved lower, scooped her tongue under the ball and hefted it. It rolled about in front of her mouth and bumped against her lips.
She was still smiling, and making soft humming sounds the whole time. Her lips were pouting over his ball without quite letting it roll into her mouth. Her lipstick smeared off onto the leathery pouch. Then suddenly she let it bob free and shifted over to the other ball. She licked this in the same way, around and around and then underneath. But this time, she did let the swollen ball roll into her mouth.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, as if it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. "Mmmmm! Mmmfff!"
She sucked on his ball, bathing it in the moisture of her mouth and curling her tongue around it. She drew it up and out slightly, stretching the skin of his ball-sac. And the whole time, she kept her eyes locked on his face, watching his reaction. His cock lengthened and thickened.
"Mmmmm! Mmmfff!" she groaned.
Chris felt like his ball was melting. Her mouth was basting it, making it ache. Her tongue tickled it and her lips teased the skin of his ball-sac. He gazed down into her pretty face, amazed that a young girl could do such things with her mouth. She was still watching him, even while her face turned this way and that.
"Do you like it?" she gasped finally, letting his ball slop from between her lips. "Do you like having me suck your balls?"
"Ginny, you're amazing! Where did you learn to do stuff like this?"
"With boys, silly. I've had lots of practice. You ready for me to lick your prick now?"
Without waiting for an answer, she began slurping her tongue up over the solid base of his prick. It lay over his belly still, and she traced her tongue up the underside of it, along the ragged seam that ran from his balls to the cock-head. He shuddered as he felt her tongue-tip doing its stuff. His poor cock shifted from side to side and began to tingle.
"Fuck, I love licking cock," she moaned. "I love using my mouth all over a guy's cock and balls."
She still didn't touch his prick with her hands. She stuck out her tongue and began scraping it up the entire length of his prick, covering his balls, the cock-shaft, and the cock-head. It quickly grew to its full size now, and it tilted up off his belly and throbbed in front of her face. She stared at his cock and smiled proudly.
"I love sucking cock. Sometimes I think I love it even more than fucking." She grinned. "There's something about a big hard prick in your mouth that feels so great!"
His cock was propped up against her chin, and she tilted her head down and folded her red lips over the head of the cock-shaft. The shiny dome was half in and half out of her mouth, and she slurped her lips up and down on it. She still stared up at him with her teasing eyes. Her mouth made lewd wet sounds on his prick.
He was amazed at how good it felt. Her mouth was so soft and wet and gentle. She eased her lips down, till they were below the flange of his cock-head. Her tongue wrapped around and around the mushroom-shaped tip and then poked at his piss-slit. Then she sank lower on the cock-shaft. Her face angled down and she took two inches of solid cock-meat between her lips.
"You're really something, Ginny," he croaked, gazing down at her. "You're one very special young woman."
"I'm a slut, you mean," she grinned, pulling her mouth off his cock for a moment.
"No, that's not what I mean at all," he protested.
But deep down, he wondered. Maybe he did mean that she was a slut. He thought of his wife, and how much she'd wanted him to call her this particular name.
"It's okay," said Ginny. "I know I'm a slut. I know I'm a real easy lay. But I like it like that. I love sex. I love fucking and sucking cock. I'm the first to admit it."
She dipped her head back down into his crotch and sucked over half of his prick into her mouth. Then she started bobbing her face up and down, sliding her lips along the length of his hard-on. She made little humming sounds in her throat again. And for the first time, she brought up her hand and curled her fingers around the base of the cock-shaft. She propped his prick upright while she drove her mouth up and down on it.
His balls were growing numb. He wouldn't be able to take much of this, he knew. It wasn't like fucking. In a way, it was much more exciting. And the hot teenager was going to have him spurting his jizz in no time at all.
He thought briefly of Nancy, and how he'd caught her fucking Craig Hobbs not so long ago. If he felt guilty over letting Ginny suck him off, it wasn't going to last long.
Ginny bobbed up and down on his cock, drawing it deeper and deeper into her mouth on every stroke. Her lips and tongue slid expertly along his cock-lance, with just the right amount of pressure. Her fingers, curled around the base of the prick-shaft, pumped up and down as well. Her cheeks swelled out and then hollowed on his bloated fuck-pole.
"Ginny, sweetheart, I think I'm going to cum!" he groaned. "I can't hold back. Your mouth is just too good."
"Do you want to cum in my mouth, or all over my face?" she asked, drawing her mouth away yet again. Her fist kept up a steady pumping on the base of his cock.
"I don't know. My God. I've never done this before."
"How about a bit of both?" she grinned. And she sank her mouth back down onto his steaming prick.
He sat tensely on the edge of the desk, his eyes glued to her sucking, snorting face. And the heaviness in his balls increased.
She was speeding up her movements. Her head was flying up and down with short, quick jerks.
He groaned loudly as his cock began to tremble in her mouth.
"Cumming, sweetheart! Cumming in your sweet sucking mouth!" he howled. He jerked his ass up off the desk.
Ginny's head snapped back as if she'd been struck. Her fist rode higher on his cock and she just kept the bloated cock-head in her mouth. A giant wad of spunk had shot off between her lips. It bounced off the roof of her mouth and squished between her teeth like hot glue. It was quickly followed by a second jet, and her cheeks ballooned out grossly, full of jizz.
"Cumming in your mouth! Spurting in your hot sucking mouth!" Chris raved, as if he didn't believe it was really happening.
But if he needed any evidence, there it was right in front of him. Two thick strings of silver cum were overflowing Ginny's lips. Cum drooled down her chin and then dangled off her jaw like elastic. They stretched into ropes nearly two feet long before snapping across her nipples.
Then she was rearing back her head, opening her mouth and letting his cock tilt free. She held his prick in her fist, propped up against her chin. And she squeezed and pumped on it steadily. Her open mouth drooled more and more cum. The silver slime poured down her chin and off her face in obscene strands.
A long jet of jism shot up the left side of her lovely face. It crossed her eye, and made her wince. It soared across her forehead and got caught in a wave of hair. Her eyelashes dripped cum onto her cheek. One fat pearl of cum stayed hooked to her eye like a gross silver tear.
Another cum-jet spiraled up over the bridge of her nose and over her right eyebrow. Yet another hit her in her right eye and sealed it shut. The last major blast of cum hooked over her nose and hung there like a piece of white ribbon. It dribbled and drooled down on either side of her nose and on past her mouth. It joined the other string of cum pouring off her jaw.
"All over your face! Cum in your mouth and all over your pretty face!" Chris groaned.
Ginny just grinned up at him, her face awash with his cock-cream.