Chapter 1

Marilyn Waters twisted her hips in bed, hoping her husband's prick would rub a little differently against her clit.

"Ung! Ohhhhhh!" Greg moaned, pounding his hips down harder and faster to fuck Marilyn's tight cunt. He felt her massive tits mash against his chest, the nipples hard and erect as they pressed into his skin.

Marilyn closed her eyes and concentrated on her clit. Not this time, she thought. Don't cum too fast this time! But, of course, she could never talk to Greg about the way he fucked. She had tried before, but he always ended up saying the same things...a good woman doesn't talk about sex. It's as simple as that.

A choked groan on Greg's part was followed a moment later by a rather weak eruption of cum into Marilyn's clasping cunt.

With dread and anger, Marilyn felt his cum spewing in her pussy. She stopped thrashing her hips up to meet Greg's thrusts, choosing instead to remain motionless in the bed, arms outstretched. If he wanted to just cum and forget about her, then she was going to pretend that he wasn't even there. That would show him, she thought sadly.

But it didn't show Greg a thing. In fact, he wasn't even aware that she wasn't doing anything. Hardly had his cum stopped spurting from the end of his cock when he pulled his prick from her pussy and padded lightly off to the bathroom.

"Better hurry up," he called over his shoulder. "Don't want to be late to school."

Marilyn lay in bed, her big tits rolling back and forth on her chest as her breathing slowed. She was pissed. Damn fucking pissed. It was just one more early-morning quickie fuck by her husband of twelve years. Grab a tit, touch the cunt, fuck a hard cock in a dozen times, then cum. Then get the hell out of bed. That's the way it always was for Greg, and that left him satisfied.

But it left Marilyn high and dry and one fuck of a long way from satisfaction. She could still count on both hands the number of times Greg had made her cum.

When Greg left for work, Marilyn showered. Looking at her naked body in a full-length mirror, she appraised her body critically. Standing a half inch over five feet, she had a short, plump body. True, there was a slight excess around her middle and on her hips, but she had the kind of body that carried it well. Her hair was brown and cut very short, parted on the side and combed back in the windblown look. Marilyn's eyes, too, were a deep brown and very large and pretty.

"I'm not really bad looking," Marilyn mused as she studied the few lines near her eyes.

Her tits were enormous and perfectly shaped. They rode high on her chest, two enormous pillows of firm flesh capped by brown areolas and slightly pointed nipples. Then her waist swooped inward, only to swoop out again at the hips. At the juncture of her legs was a thick, curly bush of hair so dark brown it was almost black. And just beneath that bush, partially-eoncealed, was a thin pink slit.

"I need to cum," Marilyn whispered to the reflection in the mirror. "I need to cum, but what am I to do if Greg isn't concerned enough to help me cum?"

Still thinking about her pussy, which desperately needed a hard cock to satisfy her cunt, Marilyn started getting dressed for school. She chose a conservative blouse and skirt, figuring that a teacher shouldn't show off her body to her students.

At the time, she didn't know that her five-foot 38-25-37 body would be seen, eventually, by more than just a few of her students. She didn't know that within the span of a mere month she would climax more times than she could count. She didn't know that she would be gulping down a man's cum with the greatest enthusiam.

There were a lot of things Marilyn didn't know on that Monday morning just before school.