Chapter 3

Gerta Franz waited until the classroom emptied of students before she stood up and approached Rod Saylor's desk. Rod was bent over the desk, grading the papers that had been handed in that day.

Gerta's paper was not among them.

Gerta had carefully picked the dress she was wearing. It was tight enough to bring out the curves of her shapely body, and green enough to flatter her blonde hair and creamy complexion. She cleared her throat.

Rod Saylor looked up. "Oh, Gerta, you're still here. Is there something you wanted?"

Gerta smiled. "As a matter of fact, Mr. Saylor, there is something I want." She paused and moved around the desk until he could get a good look with his flickering eyes of her full hips, lush thighs, flat belly and huge tits.

He smiled. "And what's that, Gerta?"

"A passing mark," she replied, leaning her ass against his desk and thrusting her pelvis toward his face.

"So does every other student, Gerta," he answered with a smile.

The girl felt her pussy tighten. She had only meant to tease Mr. Saylor, but it looked like it would take more than that to get the passing mark she needed. If she didn't get those marks, she knew what her mother and father would do curfew time.

And that she couldn't stand. She needed fun, and fun meant cock, and cock meant staying out late at night. That she had to have!

She looked down at the teacher. He was in his early thirties, and very handsome. It wouldn't be too hard to go through with it if she decided to go all the way. Idly, she wondered if Saylor would be willing.

A lot of the girls said that Rod Saylor was a cold-blooded man married to a cold-blooded woman. From what Gerta had seen of Brenda Saylor, she somehow doubted that opinion.

In any event, Gerta knew she had to try. If she failed the class, she wouldn't graduate. And graduation was a must. She had to get out of this little hick town and into college. That's where all her friends would be, and where all the action was.

She watched Saylor's startling blue eyes as they fixed on her body. The boys in school were easy. This mature man might not be.

"Mr. Saylor," she said, bringing a hint of sadness to her voice. "I've just got to pass. I know I didn't hand my paper in, and I know I didn't do well on the test today ... but I'll do better, I promise!"

For a moment, he didn't speak. His eyes were nearly hypnotized by this young girl's beautiful figure. Then he seemed to snap back to his regular self. "The test ... oh, well, let's just take a look at it. You may have done better than you thought, Gerta."

He flipped through the test papers until he reached hers. He hummed an off-key tune softly as he gazed at it, and then stopped humming. He made a clicking sound with his mouth.

"Oh, dear ... oh, my," he said, shaking his head. "I get the impression, Gerta, that you just put anything down to fill up space. I can't find even one right answer!"

Outside in the hallway, students were rushing by. Gerta felt someone looking at her. She turned her head slightly, and saw Melanie standing at the door. Gerta shook her head from side to side. The small brunette winked at her and then closed the door softly from the outside.

Gerta edged closer to Saylor so that she could see her test paper over his shoulder. "I did just put anything down on the test," she said, putting a lot of sex into her voice now. "But I had a heavy date last night. And it's kind of hard, with my kind of heavy dates, to get any work done for a test."

Saylor looked, up into the young girl's beautiful face as she gently rubbed her hips against the side of his arm. It was an open invitation and he knew it. He could sense the wild juices bubbling inside that young, voluptuous body.

Pressing her advantage, Gerta leaned farther forward so that her asscheeks brushed against his elbow. She could see that the man was fighting down an urge to reach out and touch her.

"Perhaps something can be worked out," he said, smiling.

Gerta smiled back. She turned toward him and shoved her hard, conical tits nearly into his face. "I'm willing to do anything it might take," she responded thickly.

Rod Saylor stood, her tits inches from his chest. "Gerta ... do you know what you're saying? You're just a child."

Gerta took his hands and placed them hard against her breasts. "Is this the body of a child?" she asked. Then she shoved his hands lower. "And this?"

Each of his hands was on her thighs, his little fingers almost touching the protruding mound of her pussy.

"What if my wife found out?" he asked, unable to hold back a smile.

"Why, Mr. Saylor, that's your problem," she said, moving against him until her tits brushed his chest.

"You're right." He grinned. "And I think I know how to solve it."

Jean Beard unlocked her car in the parking lot and looked up as Brenda Saylor called to her.

"Hey, Jean, how about a ride!"

"Sure, but where's Rod?"

"He just called me," Brenda replied. "He has a meeting ... probably be late."

"Sure," Jean said, thinking it was strange. What kind of meeting was Rod having? She had just seen him drive out of the parking lot with one of the students, Gerta Franz.

Could Rod be breaking the group's rules and screwing one of the students? she wondered. No, couldn't be. Rod, of all of them, was too smart for that.

"Hop in," she told Brenda. "How about stopping by the house for a drink?"

"Why not?" Brenda replied. "It's only a five-minute walk from your place to ours."

They were less than ten minutes from the high school when the conversation, as it always did, turned to sex.

"Jean," Brenda said, "why don't we have that drink in a lounge instead of at home?"

"Hey, honey, you know the rules of the group ... no screwing around outside the group until everyone approves!"

"Yeah, I know. But with just three couples in the group it's getting a little stagnant."

Jean looked over at her friend. "Yeah, I know."

"Listen," Brenda said excitedly, a sudden inspiration hitting her, "Rod won't be home for hours, and I know that Phil always works late at the office on Monday nights preparing his week's cases ..."

"Well, why don't we cruise a little strange territory? We can go into the country ... no one would recognize us there!"

Jean mulled it over. Like Brenda, she too was getting bored with the same three cocks. "Why not?" she said, making a U-turn and heading for the highway that would take them far from town and, she thought, anyone who would recognize them.

Hans Franz never made personal deliveries. But Dan and Peggy Ford's cleaning was different. They lived on the route Hans took home anyway, and for the first time in his married life, Hans Franz wanted a strange piece of pussy. The strange pussy he wanted belonged to Peggy Ford.

For three months now, Hans had been delivering the Ford's cleaning, always in person and always on Monday nights. Monday nights, Dan Ford always attended the school board meetings. And each Monday night, Hans Franz figured he was getting closer and closer to Peggy Ford's pussy.

Peggy opened the door with a long stemmed, clear-frosted glass glistening with its cocktail and a peel of lemon floating on the top.

Hans smiled to himself. Something told him that tonight was the night.

"Thank you, Peggy!"

"I'm the one who should thank you, Hans. Let me pay you for this and get that out of the way before I forget it. How much?"

"Buck and a half."

She paid him. They sat on the couch and chatted about nothing in particular. Hans tried to concentrate, but he was thinking about something entirely different than the topics at hand. After he'd made sure that her husband was out for the evening, he felt more secure and shifted gears in his attempt to seduce this beautiful woman.

As they talked, Hans-as always-felt his dick rise in his pants. God, he thought, what would his wife do to him if she knew he was trying to fuck Peggy Ford?

The hell with it, he decided.

He moved nearer to her on the couch. She was talking too much. She was talking faster now to cover her anxiety and nervousness at his obvious interest.

"Are you ready for another drink?"

"I do want something, yes ... but a martini isn't it."

Peggy was afraid to ask what it was he wanted.

She didn't have to, of course. Hans abruptly reached over, picked up the edge of her skirt and lifted it a few inches.

"There's something in there I want."

"Hans!"

"I'm sorry, Peggy, but you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I get a hard-on every time you come into the store!"

"Oh, Hans."

"I don't mean to shock you ... I ... I just want to be close to you."

"Now, Hans, I don't think ..."

"You're too sexy looking to think at all. You should just-feel!"

Peggy held her breath as his hand moved under her skirt to her bare thigh. If Hans only knew how much she wanted a strange cock, a cock outside the group. Like Brenda and Jean, Peggy had long wanted to expand the group. But the husbands had always vetoed such a plan.

"Town's too small," they had said. "Get too big a group and gossip will start."

Well, Peggy Ford didn't give a shit anymore. She wanted Hans Franz's cock!

Then all pretense between them dissolved.

Hans set his glass down on the end table and smiled the smile of a man who knows he's going to get what he wants.

Sliding across the couch, he wordlessly took Peggy in his arms. He caressed and kissed her passionately, putting his hands in her hair and pulling it back to tilt her head away from him. Then his lips moved down over her luscious neck.

Her hands were on his upper arms. He exhaled softly on her neck. He could feel her body shiver with the thrill.

His left hand curled around her shoulder and he pulled her body to his chest. One hand went into her dress top and pulled out one tit. It was beautifully formed and incredibly soft. It pointed pertly away from the center of her body, which made it seem larger than it was.

The lovely contrast of her skin against the red of her nipples and the darker texture of her hair framing her pretty face caused his cock to jerk.

Hans put his lips on hers. He exposed her other lit and then undid the rest of her dress. When it was completely unfastened, he slid his hands inside her dress.

Peggy sighed deeply and brought her hands up his arms, holding his firm shoulders in her grasp. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, thrusting her tits up slightly. Her tongue came out and slowly moistened first her lower then her upper lip. The flawlessness of her beauty drew his face to hers and again he planted his mouth on her lips.

His big hands pulled her body to his. His lower hand slipped down to her soft ass and he cradled his palm around the lush globe, massaging in a circular motion around its smooth surface. Peggy let out a moan of desire as his moving hand completed circle after circle on her bare ass.

"You do want it, don't you, Peggy?" he asked. "You do want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, Hans ... but not here! There's a place out on the highway, in the country. It's called the Bestnite Motel."

It wasn't that Peggy minded her husband coming home and finding her fucking Hans Franz. It was the fact that she was breaking the rules.

Dan would skin her alive if he found her screwing another man without setting up the wife for him first.

The beautiful young blonde, Gerta Franz, giggled as Rod Saylor pulled the car to a halt in front of the Bestnite Motel.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing, really," she replied. "It's just that I've screwed a lot of guys, but I've never been to, a motel before!"

Oh God, Rod thought, shutting the door behind them. I've got a teenager for real on my hands. I just hope she can keep her mouth shut. And he got even more rattled when she kept the lights off and headed for the john when they got into the room.

"You go ahead to bed," she called over her shoulder, and disappeared.

Jesus, he thought, undressing and crawling into the bed, this is insanity! And with one of my students yet! And she's probably scared to death and a lousy piece of ass!

He was sweating by the time the bathroom door opened and she moved to the bed. In the faint light she left in the crack of the door, he could see just a hint of her naked body.

Damn, she is built, he thought.

Then she was in bed with him. Her soft tit flesh was pressed against his chest and her fingers stroked his flat nipples.

He was getting excited. He couldn't help it.

The hand traveled down to his belly, then under it and took hold of his swelling dick. The fingers stroked him until he was throbbing. He grew hard under the expert ministrations.

He felt lips on his belly, and then a mouth went down to his inner thighs. One hand grasped his balls, handling them gently. He started to groan.

He felt her tits slide back and forth over his skin. It was warm and exciting. Already he could feel the cum boiling in the balls she held in her hand.

Then a warm mouth closed over the head of his dick. Down, down came the head. He lunged up, sliding his meat into her throat, far into her throat.

She gagged.

"Can you take it?" he groaned.

"Jesus, I've never felt a cock that big before!"

"Can you take it, dammit?"

"I can try," she said.

Then the head was bobbing furiously and the hand was squeezing the balls harder. Her tongue was doing fantastic things to the tube on the underside of his prick.

Rod loved every stroke of his cock going into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. He could come on almost any given lunge of his hips or bob of her head. But he was reluctant to give up the joy of fucking her hot, willing mouth. He didn't want to come and end the bliss. But the wild tricks she was performing on his prick with her tongue and lips became more, much more, than he could stand.

"Oh, baby, oh, shit, shit, you're gonna get my load!" he cried.

There was a mumbled groan around his cock and she sucked even harder.

Well, he thought, if that's the way she wants it, that's the way I'll give it to her!

Constant moans of delight filled the room from both of them as he ground his cock-head against the roof of her mouth.

"OH, SHIT!" he bellowed. "SUCK IT! Suck it out! Suck it off! I'M COMMMMM55 INNNG ... THERE!"

He felt his load hit the back of her throat like a thunderbolt. She sucked and milked his cock and squeezed his balls for more when the globs stopped coming.

But she didn't stop.

Her teeth continued to nibble the head and shaft of his prick. His body was fully aroused now. Electric tingles roared through every fiber of his being. Each lash of the warm, wet tongue pained and pleasured him.

He tossed his head from side to side on the pillow. He shivered as the wetness covered every inch of his dick. The mouth slid incessantly up and down, up and down.

"I'm ready!" he croaked. I'm ready again!"

Rod's hands gripped the sheet and his body grew taut all over again.

He bit his lower lip and his body spurted away, draining his balls for 'the second time in less than ten minutes.

Then her wet mouth was beside his ear. "Now, let's turn on the lights and really fuck, Teach! Jesus, what a hunk of cock you've got!"

By the time they reached the Bestnite Motel, Peggy was ready for anything. Hans eased her onto the bed and started working at her dress.

The garment fell from her back and piled up around her wide hips. He took both her soft fits in his hands and hefted them gently, his fingertips teasing the already-hardened nipples.

Peggy moaned in bliss and let her head fall backward onto the mattress. Hans bent forward and placed his lips first on one red point, then on the other. He returned to the first and closed his lips gently around her areola, swallowing and sucking on the throbbing little nub.

"Ohhhhh, Hans."

As his mouth cemented itself to her nipple, he felt it grow even harder, pulsing deliciously in his mouth.

"Ohhhh, Hans, you do that so nice!" she gurgled.

Her hands went to his hair and she softly followed the strands from the crown of his head to their ends. Then she traced the hairline on his forehead.

Hans fingertips were skipping down her ribcage and, pulling the material of her dress away from the soft flesh of her hips and thighs. The hair on her cunt showed. He ignored it for the time being and followed her legs, bringing them into view as he pushed her clothing to the side. Peggy had never been undressed so slowly in her life. She wished now she had more things on so he could perform this beautiful service still longer. His touch was like a doctor's, except there was sex in every cell of his body and the effect was driving her crazy with anticipation.

His hands were sliding down her calves. He dropped to his knees between her legs. His waist disappeared from view and all she could see was the top of his head and his strong shoulders, the muscles rippling as he moved his arms.

Patiently, he put his hands on her knees and spread them apart. Then his hands went behind her hips and tugged her body to the edge of the bed. When her mid-section was almost sliding off the edge onto the floor, he raised one hand slowly and brought it to her throat. He put it flat on her throat with the fingers pointing to her chin and gradually pressed her neck backward.

His hand returned to her fleshy white hip and urged it toward him as his face descended to her crotch.

His tongue flicked out and began rummaging in the wiry hairs on her cunt. Peggy rolled her head back and forth, moaning steadily at the mounting sensations building within her.

Then his tongue sank into the trench in her crotch. He moved his head to the side so that his tongue could drive even deeper into her pussy. Peggy gasped as his jaw rubbed against the inside of her leg, his tongue flicking teasingly up and down her slash.

"Ohhhhh, lover, you're driving me crazy!" she rasped. "Suck it, Hans, lick my pussy, suck it ... suck it!"

As his tongue drove up inside her cunt, it found her most erogenous zone of all. He knew he'd hit it by her sudden yelp of ecstasy. He took his tongue off her clit, then reapplied it. Again and again he repeated the action.

Peggy became aware of his fingers tightening on her ass, but did nothing to prevent him from doing whatever came into his, head. She was loving everything he was doing to her. His face pressed harder into her cunt. His tongue speeded up its slow motion, darting in and out of her syrupy hole, making deeper thrusts and wider circles. When his tongue was extended into her soft folds as deeply as it could go, he opened his mouth to spread her cunt-lips even farther. Her fingertips could feel the strain in his throat as he strove to implant his tongue even more deeply.

"Oh, Jesus, you suck good!" she crooned. "So good! Eat me, lover, eat me!"

Hans brought both hands to her thighs and then under her knees. His strong arms raised her knees up in the air, spreading her cunt wider. His face was completely lost inside her pussy. His nose was out of sight in her hair and then in her flesh. As he nodded his head up and down, the bridge of his nose rubbed her cut, driving the beautiful brunette insane.

She whimpered with sheer pleasure as he began a rotating motion with his face. Soon, he was making wide circles in her cunt with his nose and mouth, and, when he got to the bottom, his chin.

"OH, GOD!" she cried. "JESUS, IT'S TOO GOOD!"

He opened his mouth in her cunt and sucked inches of flesh into his lips.

"AAAGGGHHHHH!"

His hands dropped to her knees. As her legs came down, he pulled his face from her pussy.

He stood up, grinning down at her writhing form as he unbuckled his belt. "Good? Was your come good?" he asked.

"God, it was fantastic!" Peggy replied. "The best!" Her eyes were glued to his crotch. The bulge in his pants told her his cock was hard.

When he was naked, he moved to the head of the bed, close to her face.

Peggy looked up at his cock hanging above her lust-glazed eyes. Without saying a word, Hans took a deep breath and moved forward.

She arched her neck so her mouth could reach his cock. "Beautiful, beautiful cock," she murmured as her tongue darted out and swiped at the fiery-red head. Inch by throbbing inch, she took his meat into her mouth.

Hans wound his fingers in her hair and guided her. She picked up the rhythm and clasped his calves, sucking more and more hungrily with each lunge of his hips. He braced himself by putting one hand against the wall for balance and kept the other in her hair. Her head bobbed, her hair spraying out and clinging to his sweaty thighs and belly.

Eagerly, her mouth slipped back and forth on his hard meat. She loved the feel of his dark pubic hair against her lips as she drove the entire length of his prick into her throat on every stroke. She reached between his legs with one hand and gently clutched his balls. Her other hand slithered down across her body until she could drive two fingers into her cunt, working the soft folds of her opening, finger-fucking her pussy wildly.

His hard cock crossed and re-crossed her lips as his ass moved back and sprang forward with ever-increasing speed, his fist clinging to her bobbing head.

His balls flapped and smacked against her chin each time he drove his meat home in her throat. With effort, she was able to make an audible groan each time the full force of his manhood pressed against the back of her mouth. The sound excited him and he increased the power of his thrusts. She pulled her moistened fingers out of the warm inner flesh between her legs and slowly raised first one knee and then the other onto the bed.

Just as she was sure he was going to blow his wad down her throat, she pulled her mouth from his raging dick and panted up to him. "Now, lover, now! I want to feel that beautiful hunk of meat inside me ... NOW!"

"Yeah, yeah, me, too!" Hans growled. "How do you want it, honey?"

"In my ass, lover!" she cried. "I always like to take a guy the first time up my ass. It's a thing with me!"

"Baby, you got it!"