Chapter 8
Now that Kevin had experienced the joys of fucking an older woman, he began to look around at the women he knew more carefully. One woman he'd had his eye on for a long time was his history teacher, Mrs. Barthelme.
Her name was Mary, but he knew that her friends called her Mimi. She was about his aunt's age, except that she had blonde hair and she was a little heavier than Helen. Not fat, just a little heavier, and all in the right places.
She had big tits and a very curvaceous ass. Whenever he looked at her ass, he imagined how it would look without clothes and how delicious it would be to spread her gorgeous ass-cheeks and fuck her ass-hole until she went wild with pleasure. He told himself that any woman with an ass like that had to love ass-fucking. Mrs. Barthelme was always so prim and proper, with her blonde hair neatly tied up in a bun, that the thought of her bending over to take a cock up her ass was enough to give Kevin a bone-hard cock. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, until he decided he had to find out what kind of sex life Mimi Barthelme actually had.
Kevin knew Mrs. Barthelme had a husband and a teenage son, and that she lived in a big house in a quiet section of town not far from his aunt's place.
Late one evening he took a long walk and found the Barthelme house. There was quite a bit of ground in the back filled with trees and shrubbery, and it was easy for him to get in there and have a look at what was going on inside the house.
Only two of the windows showed lights. They turned out to be windows of the same room, a small bedroom, and what Kevin saw as he crouched there in the darkness made his heart pound and his breath gurgle in his throat.
Mimi Barthelme was sitting on the edge of a bed with her blouse unbuttoned and pulled out of her skirt and her tits hanging naked and free. Standing between her legs was a boy whom Kevin recognized as Mimi's son, Ronald.
Mrs. Barthelme had her son's cock in her mouth.
There was no doubt about it. They had their profiles facing the window, and Kevin could see everything as clearly as if he were inside the room.
The thrill of seeing such a prim and proper woman like Mrs. Barthelme doing something so lewd and prohibited excited Kevin and made his cock as stiff as a bar of iron. Unzipping his fly, he pulled his cock out and began slowly jacking off.
As Mimi Barthelme bobbed her head up and down on her son's cock, she held his balls in her right hand and clutched one of his ass-cheeks with her left hand. Kevin watched her lips. She had very full lips and they looked luscious stretched like that around the shaft of Ronald's cock.
Then the rhythm of Mimi's sucking increased, Ronald threw his head back and began humping his crotch against his mother's face, and Kevin guessed that the kid was shooting off his load down his mother's throat.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Kevin whispered aloud. He pumped his cock vigorously, stiffened, and dumped four thick spurts of jism on the grass.
Mimi was now wiping her mouth with a kleenex. She was talking to Ronald, and the window was open enough so that Kevin could just make out the words.
"Feel better?"'
"Shit, yeah, Mom!"
"Don't talk that way, honey. It's uncouth."
"Okay, Mom, whatever you say. But that's the way everybody I know talks."
"I suppose you're right. Maybe it doesn't matter. I've always found it difficult to use those words, but there don't seem to be any others. It's so difficult to bring up children these days. You'll stay away from those tramps at school, won't you? I don't want you getting involved with girls like that. If you have any needs, your mother will take care of them."
"Sure, Mom."
"Would you like to suck my titties again."
"Maybe I'll just play with them. Can I get my cock in there between your tits, Mom?"
Dumbfounded, Kevin watched as Mrs. Barthelme peeled off her blouse and held up her huge tits in her hands. The crowns of her nipples were the size of silver dollars and the nipples themselves stuck out like fat red strawberries. Kevin bit his lip with jealousy as he watched Ronald step forward and press his cock into the deep cleavage between his mother's heavy tits.
"Oh, yeah!" Ronald exclaimed. "That feels great!"
Mrs. Barthelme rolled and squeezed her tits, massaging her son's cock and balls with her warm flesh, her chin raised and a soft smile on her lips as she watched the pleasure on his face.
"I used to do this for your father," she said. "When he was still interested. Now he has that hussy in his office and he doesn't need me any more. He has a young tramp to play with and he doesn't need a middle-aged woman. I'm a failure."
"Gosh, Mom, you teach at the junior college. There ain't many kids who can say that about their mother."
Mrs. Barthelme smiled. "Maybe I ought to take up with one of those young studs on the campus. It would serve your father right. He never even fucks me any more."
"I'll fuck you, Mom. I'm dying to do it, you know that."
"Get that out of your mind!" Mrs. Barthelme chuckled. "That's one thing we're never going to do! It's bad enough we do all these other things-we're certainly not going to get between the sheets! You're getting hard again. I'll use my hand this time-my jaws hurt. After this we're going to sleep. I'm tired."
Ronald's cock wasn't the only one hard again. Kevin had his fist closed around his cockshaft as he pumped his meat for the second time that night. His heart pounding, his brain dizzy with the revelations of the scene in front of him, he watched Mrs. Barthelme pump and milk her son's cock with an expert hand. She brought him off into a kleenex, wiped the excess jism off his cockhead, and kissed him goodnight. A few minutes later all the lights went out in the Barthelme house.
A few days later Kevin saw Mrs. Barthelme sitting alone on a bench on the campus and decided this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for. When he sat down beside her, she lowered the book she'd been reading and smiled graciously.
They chatted. Kevin told her how much he enjoyed her history class. His eyes roved boldly over her tits, his mind reeling as he remembered the scene he'd witnessed and what her tits were actually like when they were naked. His cock quickly became hard and he had to cross his legs to hide it.
Mrs. Barthelme gradually became aware that Kevin was interested in more than just idle talk. She noticed the way his eyes devoured her tits, and she soon divined that he had a stiff cock hidden in his pants. She looked at him with an amused smile.
"You seem to have something on your mind, Kevin. What is it?"
He decided the only way you get anything in this world is to go after it. "I'd like to suck your pussy," he said.
Mrs. Barthelme blushed. She looked away and was silent a long time. When she turned to him again, her face was calm and there was a lofty look in her eyes.
"Have you been using drugs, Kevin?"
"I keep away from that crap, Mrs. Barthelme. I'd like to make it with you. I'd like to suck your pussy and fuck your brains out."
This time she chuckled. "My goodness, you're serious, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I sure am."
"Well, then, we'll have to go somewhere, won't we? I have a class at two o'clock and there isn't much time. I hope you're good, Kevin. If you aren't, I'm going to be very disappointed."
He grinned as they left the bench together. He felt on top of the world, like a super-hero who could do anything. He'd never imagined it would be so easy. First his Aunt Helen, and now Mrs. Barthelme. How good it was to be alive!
She took him to a large motel and had him wait in the car while she went into the office to pay for a room. She was very nervous about the possibility of anyone they knew seeing them, but once inside the room she relaxed.
When Kevin tried to kiss her, she pushed him away.
"I'm going to undress you," she said.
She helped him get his clothes off, first his shirt, then his shoes and socks and pants. His hard cock stretched the cotton of his jockey shorts out of shape. There was a wet spot on the cloth where the tip of his cock pressed against it.
Her eyes on the enormous bulge in his shorts, she sat down in front of him on the bed.
"I suppose I'm crazy for being here," she said with a sigh. "I could lose my job at the school."
Gazing at his crotch, she slowly slid her hands up his thighs. She took hold of his shorts at the top, hesitated a moment, and then pulled them down.
His cock leaped out, stiff and ready, quivering with the fullness of hot blood that pounded through it. His foreskin had pulled back halfway off his rosy fat cockhead.
She stared at his cock, her eyes narrowed, her breathing hard, a pink flush on her cheeks.
Kevin remained motionless, not saying anything, instinctively knowing he'd be better off letting her take the initiative.
A soft smile curling up the corners of her lips, she now put both hands on his cock. One hand stripped his foreskin fully off his cockhead while the other hand slid down to cup his hairy balls. He gasped as her hot mouth came down to close over the crown of his swollen cock.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.
She began sucking his cock. She was an expert. He'd spent so many hours in her class and he'd never once dreamed how good she would be with his cock in her mouth. She chomped on his firm spongy cockhead for several moments, sucking hungrily, then backing up a little and opening her mouth wide while her wet tongue swabbed over his bloated cockhead. She massaged the underside of his cockhead with her tongue. She pursed her full lips around the very tip of his cock and sucked just that. Then she slid her mouth fully over his knob again, tonguing and sucking with a slurping noise. She finally pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up at him.
"Enough of that for now," she said. "You can help me get my clothes off."
She was teasing him-he knew that. She was letting him hang there with a stiff cock all wet from her sucking and no place to go. He didn't mind. He was too excited, too dizzy with the reality of being there in a motel room with her to care about who was in charge of things.
Giving his balls a final affectionate squeeze, she rose up and turned her back to him so that he could help her with the zipper of her dress. Pulling the tab down to her waist, he slid his hands inside her dress and around to her front where he palmed the cups of her bra. Her tits were much too big to cover with his hands. Impatient to have her tits naked, he pulled his hands back along the sides of her bra and unhooked it.
"Wait," she laughed. "You'll get me all tangled up this way."
She kept her back to him as she peeled off her dress and bra. Now wearng only panties, pantyhose, and shoes, she pressed back against his cock and pulled his hands up to the heavy globes of her tits.
Kevin groaned with pleasure as he pushed forward and wrapped his arms around her meaty body. This time he had the naked flesh of her huge tits in his hands, his fingers probing and squeezing. He'd seen her tits already, but it was one thing to see them through a window and something else to have them in his hands.
He toyed with her fat nipples, pinching and tugging them until she moaned.
"You have good hands," she said. "I can tell you're a lover."
He could smell her. A warm female smell of perfume and sweat wafted up to his nose from her body.
"Let me get on the bed," she mewled.
He let her go, his eyes on her fat ass as she moved away. At the edge of the bed she kicked off her shoes and peeled her pantyhose and panties off together. Then she surprised him by stretching out on the bed on her belly.
"Kiss me all over," she said.
She wiggled her ass in invitation. He wasn't sure what she wanted from him, but he decided that whatever it was he would certainly do it. There was nothing he wouldn't do, as long as it meant getting his hands and mouth and cock all over that gorgeous meaty body. Christ, what a luscious woman she was! All that soft white skin! He hadn't yet seen her cunt and she had him so crazy he couldn't catch his breath.
Climbing on the bed, he snuggled close to her and ran his hand down her back. He fondled her ass, his heart pounding at the way her flesh bounced.
She watched him over her shoulder, smiling at him with twinkling merry eyes. "Don't be bashful," she said.
Don't be bashful about what? She wanted him to do something, but he didn't know what it was. Then it dawned on him that she wanted him to kiss her ass. He giggled inwardly. Why not? A guy could have himself a ball with an ass like that. Aunt Helen's ass was scrawny compared to this one. Mimi Barthelme had the biggest ass he'd ever seen on a woman, and now was the time to get close to it!
He bent down and began kissing and licking her luscious thighs. They were wide shapely slabs of firm flesh, smooth as satin.
"That feels good!" she cooed.
He swabbed and nibbled at her tasty quivering thighs until her skin was wet with his saliva. Once again he brushed his hand back and forth across her ass-cheeks and watched them wobble.
She separated her legs. Remaining flat on her belly, she looked at him over her shoulder.
"Do you like my ass, Kevin?"
"Yeah!" he croaked.
He gazed at her plump thighs, now enticingly parted, at her puffed hairy cunt lips below the deep crack of her ass. Her cunt hair was dark blonde, almost brown, and some of it grew into the valley between her meaty ass-cheeks.
Shifting his body around, he stretched out on his belly between her legs. His cock pressed against the mattress as he moved his face down to the luscious mountain of her ass-flesh.
He began kissing her, smearing his parted lips up and down, back and forth, first on one Cheek, then on the other, his wet tongue swabbing her skin, until finally his chin pressed down against the fat lips of her cunt and his mouth and nose pushed into the deep crack of her ass.
"Oh, yes!" Mrs. Barthelme groaned. "That's the way, honey!"