Chapter 1
"Uhhhhhh," the long-limbed brunette sighed as the young man fucked his cock into her black-furred pussy from behind. "Your cock feels so good inside my pussy!"
Patricia Turner's tits, confined in a bra and a fuzzy sweater, were squashed on the top of her paper-cluttered desk. A short plaid skirt was up around her narrow waist, her panties down around her slim, shapely ankles. With her cheek propped on the backs of her crossed hands, she sighed happily to the tempo of her student's cock pumping rhythmically in and out of her soaking-wet cunt.
Behind her, Jerry Travers stood with his legs slightly parted and his knees bent. Sweat plastered his long blond hair to his forehead. He smiled down at the twin white globes of his English teacher's ass. His hands were on the swelling mounds of assflesh, and his thick pole of cock disappeared between the tempting buttcheeks as he pushed himself forward. The teacher's cunt accepted his cock with an eager, moist sound.
The twenty-four-year-old teacher wasn't very experienced sexually. Yet the tension that gripped the youth's body was testimony to the fact that she was learning fast. Her pussy was inexpert as it clutched at the cock sliding juicily in and out of it, but the pressure of Pat's cunt on Jerry's eight-inch cock made him gasp with joy.
"Oh. that's sooooo nice!" She smiled dreamilv. her blue eves shut. Jerry rolled his hips as he fucked his cock into her cunt. The hard prick prodded the walls of her cunt as though trying to poke its way out through her flat belly. "Ummmmm." she said, biting her lip.
It was hard to believe that until six months ago she'd been a virgin who gave every sign of turning into an old maid. It was even harder to believe that the man who'd awakened her to the sweet, wild joy of fucking was dead.
It had begun simply enough. Pat Turner was an uptight twenty-three-year-old teacher at Walter Williams Memorial High School. She was a tall young woman with black hair cut to above the shoulder. The sapphire brightness of her eyes was hidden behind thick-lensed glasses with stodgy frames, just as the young-and untried-lushness of her figure was concealed by shapeless blouses, tweed jackets, and dowdy dresses. She was a young woman who knew just enough about sex to know it scared hell out of her.
One winter evening she'd come back to her sterile efficiency apartment to find somebody already inside. A burglar was just in the process of hoisting her small color television set out the window. Startled by her sudden entry, he'd dropped the set and attacked her, knocking her into the doorframe. As he ran past and fled she bumped her head and lost consciousness.
When she awoke, a handsome male face was floating in her vision. She slowly became aware of his words: "Miss? Are you all right? Can you hear me?"
"Yes," she'd said, and her voice sounded as if it had come from a million miles away. He took her hand and helped her gently to her feet. She'd felt something as his strong hand gripped hers, had looked up at him to find his clear grey eves fixed searchingly on her face. She'd looked away quickly. But when the off-duty policeman who'd found her lying in the doorway of her ransacked apartment asked her if he could take her to dinner, she'd accepted.
She'd later regretted her decision, thought about calling off the date. What if he makes a pass at me? she thought. The idea chilled her to the bone. Nonetheless, when it came time for Roger Delap to pick her up, she'd somehow managed to find a smart suit that didn't make her look quite as shapeless as her normal run of clothes.
The young patrolman had behaved like a perfect gentleman, confining himself to a chaste brushing of his lips across hers when they said good night. For some reason Pat was upset when she shut the door behind her. She had trouble getting to sleep that night.
"Ooooooooooh!" Jerry Travers was getting more and more eager. The smell of her own pussy wafted to her nostrils, the dank, sharp smell of hungry cunt. The feel of that big cock throbbing with lust in her cunt, stretching the pussy-walls deliciously out of shape, tried to tug her back to the wonderful present of fucking. But she floated a little longer in her memories.
They'd been out several times before Roger made a move. It was as simple and straightforward as everything he did. They'd been sitting on her hide-a-bed couch one Saturday afternoon when he turned to her and matter of factly put his hand on her tit. She'd frozen reflexively. "I'll take my hand away if you want," he'd said. His grey eyes challenged her.
Pat had opened her mouth to demand icily that he withdraw his hand. All that came out was a low moan. Then she was in his arms, his tongue stabbing into her mouth as his hand crushed the pliant peak of her captive boob. He'd skinned her blouse expertly from her body, then unsnapped her bra with a practiced flick of the fingers. Her heartbeat was racing, but this was going too far. She started to speak, to tell him to stop, that she didn't understand quite what was going on and was afraid, when he dropped his face and sucked in a mouthful of her quivering right tit.
She'd shrieked and gone straight into the very first orgasm of her life.
It had been like firecrackers going off in her brain-and her still-virgin pussy. His tongue had swirled around her suddenly-stiff nipple and punched at it as her whole body shook with the intensity of her climax. She gripped his hair with both hands, tom between the urge to jerk his teasing mouth away from her boob or crush his face into the luscious mound of titflesh. Her pussy had expanded and contracted violently as she came, clutching at emptiness. It was an emptiness she'd never even been aware of before. But now that she knew it was there, all she wanted in the world was to have her achingly empty pussy stuffed full-and what she wanted it stuffed full of was the cock that was bulging out the front of Roger's slacks so hugely!
But she had to wait for it. As soon as the furious tremors of climax had died away and her deathgrip on his hair relaxed, Roger had slid his lips down the smooth dome of her belly. "What-what are you doing?" she'd asked, sensing the purpose behind the move, but not knowing what the man was up to. "Wait-don't!"
He pulled her sensible skirt up around her hips and her plain panties down her thighs and amid her panicky protests planted a juicy kiss smack on the lips of her cunt.
Electric pleasure surged through her body. She'd grabbed Roger's head again as his tongue started lapping at the prim slit of her pussy. The sensations that had blasted through her cunt were unbelievable. Roger's tongue licked delightfully at the pussy slash, then teased the cuntlips open and probed into the portal of the untapped twat. Muscles stood out on Pat's arms. She didn't know if she could stand the erotic tension that was building anew in her cunt. Roger's tongue spiralled into the pit of her pussy, then out again, its touch thrilling the sensitive cunt along each inch of its journey. She felt her cunt begin to water around the probing tongue. Then the stiffened tongue was working its way between the inner cuntlips and the black-bearded, thicker, outer pussy lips. Then the tongue dipped back into the pink furrow of her cunt to scoop up the tasty juice that oozed from Patricia's cunt.
Roger's tongue slipped from her pussy. Pat moaned and thrust her cunt demandingly toward his face. The pressure in her cunt was unbearable. If he didn't relieve it by driving her cunt to climax with that skillful, teasing tongue of his, she'd simply burst!
His face darted forward. His lips fastened around the straining, pearly node of her clit, jutting boldly from the surrounding folds of pink pussy. Bright flashes of sheer ecstasy burst in Pat's brain as his tongue punched her captive clit as avidly as it had punched at her nipple. She'd thought the climax that hit her then would break every bone in her body, so furiously did her muscles contract. She thrashed and moaned and even beat at Roger's broad back. Undisturbed, the lean, brown-haired policeman sucked at her cunt, inserting his forefinger into the twitching tunnel of her pussy as his lips and tongue put her through more screaming orgasms than she could count. Cunt honey sloshed from her spasming twat and coursed down his chin to stain the front of his pale-blue shirt.
At last his mouth had released her clit. She slumped back, exhausted, her pussy tender and tingling from the delight his mouth had given it. The unfamiliar odor of her own pussy, aroused almost beyond endurance, was thick in her nostrils. She'd let Roger undress her, lovingly, caressing and licking the surprisingly lovely white body that her frumpish clothes had hidden. It was Roger's turn next. When she'd pulled down his pants she'd gasped in awe and even horror.
His cock was huge!
Seven inches of rock-hard, vein-wrapped cockmeat pulsed before her eyes. The head of Roger's prick was purple-red and so gorged with blood that it seemed about to pop like a balloon. Pat's throat went dry. "It's so big," she said. "I-I think it's too big!" But she lay back on the couch and parted her thighs. Her cunt opened, the insides of the pussy lips shining with her juices.
"It'll hurt a little, at first," Roger had said, putting his arms on the sofa on either side of her head. She'd looked up at him fearfully. A trickle of aromatic pussy oil ran from her cunt and trickled down her butt onto the cushion. He'd lowered himself onto her. She felt the first touch of his prickhead on her gaping pussy. She tensed. He put his head down and kissed her on the nose. Then he started his cock on its pathfinding journey into her virgin pussy. She licked her lips as the cockhead wedged its way into the circle of her pussy lips. She wasn't sure she liked the stretching sensations in her cunt lips. Was that incredible cock too big? Would it tear the delicate lining of her cunt?
Slowly the cock entered her sopping pussy. "Oh!" she gasped, as the walls of her cunt were forced apart to take in the thick pillar of cock. "It's too big!" She shook her head. The tearing, stretching pains in her pussy convinced her she was being ripped up inside.
Gently, but firmly, Roger had fucked his big, hard cock into her cunt. Slowly her moans of protest turned to moans of delight. By the time her splayed-open cuntlips were giving the furry base of his cock a juicy kiss, the once-uptight teacher was completely possessed by passion-and the desire to be well and truly fucked by this handsome young man with his magnificent cock!
Roger's lips found hers and once again their tongues joined in a slow, languid dance. As they kissed, he'd given her her deepest wish. Withdrawing his cock slowly, he drove her to a fever pitch of lust. Then he rammed the cock balls-deep in her pussy and started fucking her for all she was worth!
As a twenty-three-year-old virgin-former virgin now-Pat Turner was too inexperienced to do more than lie on her back rocking her hips from side to side, to give her needy pussy that much more friction and stimulation from the thrusting bar of Roger's cock. But with her clothes off she was a breathtakingly beautiful young woman, and with her years of inhibition cast off like her clothes she was as passionate and wanton as the most skilled harlot.
Her hands raked avidly at Roger's powerful back. Her tongue thrust deep into his mouth. When she felt the cock swell abruptly and shoot hot come into her pussy, she clamped her strong legs around his waist and crushed him to her, trying to force an extra inch of that come-spewing cock into her greedy cunt. As her pussy filled up and overflowed with jism she came too, the sudden frenzied motion of her cunt sucking fresh blasts of sperm from the tip of Roger's buried prick.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuuck meeeee!" she'd cried, using words she'd never have admitted she knew before this moment, and the last chains of the past were broken as she fucked herself into delirium on that spurting prick.
The next two weeks were heaven. Though Pat couldn't bring herself to use her mouth on Roger's mighty prick-she wasn't quite ready, she said, to take a man's rampant cock into her mouth and suck on it till it filled her mouth with hot jism-they didn't allow it to come between them. Her virgin-tight pussy was a delight to slip his prick into. And she rapidly learned ways to manipulate his rigid cock with her cunt and drive him wild with lust, so that he squashed her in his powerful arms and jammed his cock into her cunt with the speed and strength of a mating stallion.
She came to wonder how she'd ever lived without tasting the lewd delight of having her pussy crammed full of steely cock. For a month she'd been in heaven, fucking her lover four and five times a day till they fell asleep in each other's arms in a haze of sweet exhaustion.
Then Roger was dead. He'd answered a call reporting the robbery of a convenience store late one night. The robbers were still there when he walked in. He'd killed one with a shot from his .38 and the other had fired a single shot. It had pierced Roger's heart, killing him instantly.
Three days later had been Patricia's twenty-fourth birthday.
It was winter again. Pat had barely survived the summer. The loneliness had been immense and friendless. The sympathy of her acquaintances after Roger was killed had done no more than keep alive the raw pain of losing him. She'd deliberately isolated herself from those who were trying to help her.
She'd read, gone for long walks in the park, lain in the sun while her snowy skin turned first pink, then a rich, dark brown. At home, during the long afternoons or hot, sleepless nights, she'd experimented, trying to ease the physical pressure in her loins as well as the loss in her soul.
She'd started with a candle, pushed tentatively into her cunt. The hardness of it penetrating her cock-starved cunt had quickly driven her crazy with hominess. She'd fucked herself so savagely with the candle that her pussy was sore for days afterwards. She'd come and come hard, her pussy clutching the candle so frantically in her climax that it was almost jerked from her fingers, and after the passion ebbed she lay gasping for breath, feeling the still, dead, unyielding hardness inside her cunt. She'd achieved the longed-for physical release. But there was still something missing.
She'd tried other things, working up to a large cucumber that had stretched her cunt even more extravagantly than Roger's cock had. Next she'd purchased a batterv-powered vibrator. With the buzzing electric dildo pistoning in and out of her pussy or applied tinglingly to her clit she kept herself in a frenzy of lust for a whole afternoon, coming at least a dozen times before she lost count. She'd slept most of the whole day, awakening to tease her cunt into further electric-powered orgasms from time to time. But in the end she was even more depressed than before. She missed the sharing, the loving, that Roger had given her.
Toward the end of the summer tragedy struck again. Her brother, older than she by fifteen years, was killed with his wife in an automobile accident. Her young nephew Michael Turner had come to live with her after the accident. She'd thought his company would ease her loneliness, while she helped guide him through this difficult time.
Instead it had only made her more miserable. Young as he was, Mike was a remarkably handsome young man. In a few short days Pat found her pussy watering at the mere sight of him. Her own nephew!
It had been a relief when school started in the fall. For a while Pat was too busy to think about her loneliness, her hominess, or her growing desire for her nephew. Mike was friendly enough, but detached, and she knew his parents' death preyed on his mind. Yet she was afraid to comfort him too much, for fear that her consolations might lead them into a situation where she'd forget she was his aunt and fuck him silly!
Then school settled into the usual routine. Pat's hominess and constant exposure had almost driven her up the wall. She despaired of finding a solution to her problem.
Until Jerry had come into her life. Or rather, come to her attention. She'd been vaguely aware of him as one of her pupils, a smart, good-looking, somewhat sassy youth, one she'd marked down as either a potential "A" student or a potential troublemaker. Then one day, after working long past the end of school, she'd gotten up to go and found him standing in the doorway smiling at her. His eyes were green and magnetic; as soon as she looked as his face they captured hers. She felt a lump grow in her throat.
"You're working yourself too hard, Miss Turner," he said. He'd come into the room with a confidence that belied his hesitant tone. "I'm worried about you."
He'd laid his hand on her shoulder. She stiffened. The same electric surge that she'd felt when Roger first put his hand on her tit rushed through her. "Oh," she'd said in a small voice. Then his mouth was crushing hers, his hand pulling open her blouse and popping her tits free of her bra, his other squirming its fingers down into her panties and then fucking them up inside her suddenly gushing cunt. They'd paused, panting, pulses hammering, long enough to switch places and for Jerry to skin out of his tight jeans. Then he'd sat in his teacher's swivel chair while his prim and proper teacher fucked herself into a shrieking frenzy on the upright rod of his cock.
Now Pat Turner was bent over her own desk while that same wonderful prick plumbed the depths of her pussy from behind. She felt droplets of sweat fall like rain on her upturned butt as Jerry rammed his cock home in her pussy in a torrent of cunt oil. "Uhhhhhh," he grunted happily as she tensed her pussy around his prick.
His fingers dug deep in the tender flesh of her ass. He moved his hips, stirring his huge cock deliciously inside her pussy. Her cunt savored every square inch of the mammoth prick's surface, pressing hard against the oily, elastic pussy walls.
Jerry had an amazing cock. It was even bigger than Roger's had been! Pat loved to stare at it, jacking it off lightly between her well-manicured fingers. This was only the third time they'd fucked. The second time had been last Saturday, on the sofa in the deserted teachers' lounge. Now it was Monday, and Pat was already feeling an urge to take that giant prick in her mouth, to suck the mammoth bar of cock, to run her tongue around its turgid surface and lave wetness over every inch of that spectacular cock. She was falling in love-though she was intelligent enough to wonder whether it was the boy she loved or his delightful, enormous cock.
Right now there was no question of what Pat loved. She loved that cock!
Jerry kneaded the flesh of her butt like putty as he ran his prick to and fro in her pussy. Each time he withdrew his cock until just the head stayed in the grasp of her frilly pussy lips, and it turned him on incredibly to look down and see the cuntflaps pooched out to cling to his slippery, shiny prick. Then he'd drive all eight inches of prick back into that waiting snatch so hard that pussy sauce fountained out to soak his crotch hair and dew her snowy buttcheeks, and his balls slapped against the cock-gorged mouth of her cunt. Then the cock would slide out again, its length dripping with the savory sauces of Pat's cunt.
Pat was beginning to roll her hips now, working her cunt around the pistoning bar of Jerry's cock. "Yes, yes, do it," she urged. She could feel the excitement building in the cockshaft buried in her cunt, and knew what it meant. "Come in me. Shoot your come into my pussy-hurry! I don't want to come alone!"
Jerry shook his head. Was he hearing this? Was the unbelievably foxy teacher of his English class actually standing with her naked ass jutting right up in her pupil's face while she rested her body on the top of her desk and begged in obscenely graphic terms for him to fill her pussy with his sperm? He shook his head. Sweat rolled down his nose, ran stingingly into his eyes. The wet tightness of the pussy wrapped around his cock was real. There was no denying it.
Not that he wanted to deny it!
All at once he lost all control. "Uhh Ahh! Ohhhhh!" Pat cried as his hips slammed her bare ass three times in incredibly quick succession. His cock fucked in and out of her pussy with jackhammer force. Each time the cock hurtled up her clinging pussy tunnel she could feel the fat prickhead pulsing deeper inside her half-nude body.
"Aiiiieeeeee!" she screamed as a spasm wracked her cock-filled cunt. "I'm commmiiinnngggg!"
"Ohhhhh!" Jerry yanked his cock from the climaxing cunt. The mighty prick was only halfway free of the woman's pussy when a new contraction of her cunt muscles sent unbelievable ecstasy shooting up his spine. He fucked his cock to the hilt in Pat's pussy once more.
"I feel it! I feel your come flooding into my pussy! Fuck me, fuck me-ohhhhh!" Jerry ground his crotch against Pat's ass, rasping the delicate skin of her asscheeks with his coarse pubic hair. The woman felt the cock swell and shrink in hard, rapid jolts, filling her pussy with seething jism. Her cunt rippled and surged around the spewing prick, sucking come avidly from the cock as Pat cried out in ecstasy.
Still spurting come into the greedy cunt, Jerry's cock started to pull free of the clutching confines of Pat's pussy. Her asscheeks rolled and worked together as she fucked her cunt on that come-spitting prick. Jerry stared at the lovely rump rotating wildly around the shaft of his prick.
Moaning through clenched teeth he fucked his cock back into Pat's pussy again. Come cut with clear cunt juice squirted from the teacher's snatch and ran coolly down over his balls. He threw back his head and began fucking the remnants of his come into that demanding pussy in short, hard strokes.
"What in the fuck is going on here?" a voice demanded from the doorway.