Chapter 7
Sara told Brad she'd be home late the next day and that he should hitch a ride home with Rick. He probably assumed she had papers to grade, and that was fine with Sara. She didn't want him or anyone else to know her real reason for staying after school.
When all the students had left for the day, Sara went to the office of Ron Edwards, the school counselor, tapped at the door, and peeked in. As usual Ron was bent over a desk full of papers. A handsome sandy-haired man of about forty, he grinned when he saw Sara.
"Why, Sara," he said, "come on in. Got something I can help you with?"
"I certainly do," Sara sighed, taking a seat on a leather couch.
Ron got up from his desk and joined her, relieved to be away from the never-ending pile of papers. "Well, tell me about this kid," he said cheerfully. "Does he disrupt the class or what?"
Sara looked at him, her face red with embarrassment. "It's not a student, Ron," she said. "It's me. I didn't know who else to turn to but you. Maybe I need to see a psychiatrist, but this town's too small to have one. But I have to talk to somebody." She started to cry, and Ron quickly grabbed a box of tissues from his desk and handed her one.
"Hey, take it easy," he said, patting her shoulder. "Nothing you can say would shock me. I've heard everything in this office. Just take your time and tell me about it."
Slowly, in an agony of embarrassment, Sara told him everything. She started with Uncle Don and how he'd seduced her when she was only sixteen, then told about her twenty years without men or sex. Finally she got to her involvement with Rick and Brad. Ron listened without expression, occasionally handing her another tissue.
"It finally dawned on me last night," Sara sighed, "that this whole relationship is sick. I'm old enough to be those boys' mother, and they're just using me in a sadistic way. I have to get out of it, and I don't even know how I got into it."
Ron was having trouble concealing his feelings. Ever since he'd met Sara, several years ago, he'd had the hots for her. She was the most beautiful, sexy-looking woman he'd ever seen. But he soon learned that men and sex were taboo with her, and he'd kept a polite distance. Now he'd just learned that Sara needed sex as much as any other woman, if not more.
He felt hotly excited. Maybe he stood a chance with her after all. But he reminded himself to keep his professional cool and not just throw himself at her. She'd come here for help with a problem, not to hear him say how he was longing to get her into bed.
"Well, Sara," he said, "it's not as horrible as you might think. Lots of older women get involved with younger men. You just have to be firm with the boys and let them know that you want out. If you say no often enough, they'll leave you alone."
"I suppose," Sara sighed, "but how did I get myself into this mess in the first place?"
"That's pretty clear," Ron told her. "For all those years you tried to suppress your natural instincts and needs, and when they finally surfaced, you couldn't control them. By coming to me for help, you show that you're starting to develop some control, and that's good."
Sara forced herself to meet his eyes, even though she was blushing with shame. "There's just one more thing, Ron," she said. "About having control. I'm not sure I really do. I mean, I seem to be so horny all the time."
Ron felt a rush of lusty excitement at hearing her use that word. He quickly slipped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her. "There's nothing wrong with being horny," he said. "You just have to satisfy it with a more suitable man, that's all, somebody more your own age."
Sara kissed him quickly on the lips and said, "Oh, Ron, I can't thank you enough. You've made me feel so much better."
"You could make me feel better, too," he grinned, "if you'd repeat that kiss and hold it."
Sara started to laugh, thinking he was joking, but he suddenly kissed her hard on the mouth, easing his wet tongue between her lips, and she realized that her attractive old friend actually had a letch for her. She felt dizzy with horniness as Ron held her and gave her a deep lingering tongue-kiss. Her pussy swelled, moistened, and got steaming hot. When he finally broke the kiss, she stared at him with big, warm, lusty eyes.
"Let me just lock the door," he said hoarsely.
When he returned to the couch, he eased Sara down and lay beside her, caressing her big firm tits through her blouse and bra. "It's time you found out what it's like to make love with a grown man," he said. "Somebody who really cares about you. I'll bet then you won't want to go back to those punk kids."
Sara wasn't so sure. She felt hooked on Brad and Rick and their kinky sex games. But it was worth a try. She didn't resist as Ron played with her tits, and as he went on molding and squeezing the big thrusting melons, she felt herself getting hornier by the second. She felt good with Ron. He was mature, kind, and very attractive.
When she seemed relaxed enough, Ron unbuttoned her blouse and drew it off. He could barely contain his excitement. Her huge creamy tits looked ready to burst from the flimsy confinement of her lacy bra. He'd ogled those tits for years, and now he'd finally get a chance to touch and see them. He unhooked her bra and removed it.
Her tits were even more gorgeous than he'd imagined in all his fantasies about her. The size and shape of small watermelons, they were creamy and flawless, capped with big cone-shaped pink nipples. His hands shaking lustily, Ron cupped the heavy melons and squeezed the hot silky flesh.
Sara was looking at him with an odd expression, as if she was getting very aroused but hesitated to let herself go. He hoped that hesitation wouldn't last long. Hoisting her heavy hot tits up toward his mouth, he snaked out his gleaming red tongue and began to lash and tickle her soft pink nipples. She gasped and shivered.
He tongued her big nipples and watched them respond to the lewd tickling. The large cones began to lengthen and stiffen, till finally they stuck out rigidly and turned a darker rose color. He could feel the stiff buds throbbing violently under his lashing tongue. Sara was starting to flush and quiver with arousal.
He opened his lips and brought them down around her nipple, sucking the pulsating nub as deep as he could into his hot wet mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Sara moaned softly.
It was the first real reaction he'd gotten out of her. Now he knew she liked to have her nipples sucked, and he went at it firm and fast, stretching her tit like elastic, then releasing it in the boiling wetness of his mouth. As he sucked her nipple loudly and greedily, she began to pant, her pretty face rosy with lust.
Sara was even more aroused than he realized, but she didn't know how to behave with an adult male. The only grown man she'd ever fucked was Uncle Don, but of course he'd treated her like a kid. She wasn't a kid any more. She was a mature woman with powerful sexual needs, a seething pussy that ached with lust, but she was afraid Ron would consider her a slut if she really let go.
He let her rigid right nipple snap from his lips and dived for the other one.
"Ahhhhhhh," Sara moaned as he sucked it into his mouth.
She couldn't help that cry of pleasure. Ron sucked her tit expertly, tugging and stretching her sensitive nipple with his firm moist lips, giving her hot jolts of sensation that shot right down to her helplessly juicing pussy. This was one sexual encounter she wasn't going to fight off. They were consenting adults, and she desperately wanted him to fuck her.
He finally released her stiff spit-soaked nipple and said hoarsely, "I want to see all of you, Sara."
She lay there flushed and panting while he unzipped her skirt. Ron had obviously been around. He quickly and deftly removed her skirt, pantyhose and panties. As his eyes swept hungrily over her naked body, she shivered with longing. He put his hand on her thick dark bush and pressed the swollen mound.
"Ahhhhh, God, I can't help it," Sara moaned. "I'm so horny I could die."
That was the kind of thing Ron wanted to hear. He grinned and said, "Beautiful, just give me a second and I'll help you out."
He stood and started to undress. Sara was all attention. She'd always thought Ron was terribly attractive, but she hadn't allowed herself to feel anything toward him. Now she felt aching lust for the man, and she was dying to know how he looked naked. As he removed his shirt, she admired his broad powerful chest which was thickly matted with light brown hair.
As he dropped his pants, Sara saw that the crotch of his jockey shorts was bulging obscenely. She felt a hot spurt of juice ooze from her hungry cunt. Gingerly Ron worked his shorts down over his cock. Sara couldn't help gawking at his naked prick.
It was a beauty, the biggest she'd ever seen. A good eight inches of wrist-thick meat sprouted stiffly from his sandy-haired bush. His bloated, hair-thatched nuts looked the size of baseballs. More sizzling juice squirted from her horny little cunt as he moved toward her, his monster of a cock wagging lewdly and stiffly. "Sit up, Sara," he said.
Sara sat, and Ron knelt on the rug in front of her. He gently eased her legs open till they were widely splayed and he could see her whole naked pussy. Saliva rushed to his mouth as he ogled the gleaming pink flesh and its thick fringe of glossy brown curls. He bent low between her legs, his hot breath tickling her slit.
Sara shivered with lusty anticipation. Ron folded back the thick-furred lips of her cunt and isolated the hot pink button of her clit. She saw his tongue flash out, and she braced herself for the first stab of pleasure. It was more than a stab. As his big hot tongue lashed roughly over her swollen clit, it was a bomb blast of sensation.
"Ahhhhhhh, yesssss!" Sara wailed.
She slumped back against the couch, holding her legs wide open, and let him lash her ultra-sensitive clit with his hot juicy tongue. Her lovely face was twisted in a big grimace of pleasure, and her white teeth flashed as she moaned and panted. Ron really knew how to eat pussy. That flicking, swirling tongue made her whole cunt melt with pleasure.
"Uhhhhhhh, Ron, it feels so good!" Sara whined. "Keep doing it to me! Don't stop!"
Even down on his knees gobbling a woman's hot tasty pussy, Ron couldn't stop being a psychologist. He wanted Sara to let go of her inhibitions and let her hot sexual instincts take over, so every time she responded to his tonguing, he rewarded her by doing it faster and harder. He swirled his pointed tongue tip around her throbbing clit with lightning speed.
"Oooooooooo!" Sara squealed.
The boys' pussy-eating had been amateurish compared to this. Ron knew just how and where to use his tongue, and he was driving her wild with pleasure in just a few seconds. Her cunt began to cream uncontrollably, the thick flood of juice dripping from his bobbing chin and gushing down her ass crack. His juicy hot tongue tip spun around and around her seething clit.
"Ahhhh, Ron, I love it!" she groaned. "I love the way you're eating me!"
Ron caught her juice-slick clit between his lips and started sucking on it, drawing the elastic shaft out to its full length, then letting it snap back to its normal shape. He did it quickly and a little roughly, and Sara responded with shrieks of pleasure. He felt a hot blast of juice from her cunt that soaked the whole lower half of his face.
"Unnnggghhh, Ron, you're going to make me come!" Sara howled. "Suck me good and hard, honey! SUCK!"
Ron practically came himself just listening to her. For so many years she'd been prim, cold and distant, looking at him as if he were poison just because he was a man. He loved the change in her. He imagined how it would be to fuck her and get this wild uninhibited response, and his big stiff cock gave a horny lurch and oozed big hot bubbles of juice.
He sucked harder, faster on her red-hot clit, and she screamed with pleasure and drenched his face with another molten flood of cream. He could feel her clit swelling between his lips, growing stiff and violently throbbing. Sara arched her body, forcing her clit even farther into his mouth, and suddenly he tasted a scalding burst of musky cunt cream.
"Unnnggghhh, I'm coming!" Sara groaned. "AAAGGGHHH!"
This certainly wasn't the prim spinster teacher he'd known. This woman came like a bomb, bucking and thrashing, her pussy gushing out in thick steaming floods. She wailed hoarsely as the powerful orgasmic spasms ripped through her body. She writhed so hard that Ron couldn't keep her clit in his mouth, and he drew back to watch her.
"Unnnggghhh, I'm coming so good!" she whined.
She had her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. Her small pink tongue lolled out, and her heavy ripe tits wobbled crazily. She still held her legs wide open, and Ron could see the flood of pearly juice that gushed from her spasming cunt and ran down the crack of her ass. At last she shivered and went still.
"Ahhhhhhh, my God, that was good," she sighed.
"You want more?" Ron said hoarsely.
"Mmmmmmm, I'd love it," she said.
"I'd love to give it, too," he said, "but only on one condition. You have to tell me exactly what you want. You need to do more of that, Sara."
She grinned at him and said, "Yes, doctor."
"Sorry," Ron laughed, "once a shrink, always a shrink, I guess. But come on, tell me."
Sara was feeling too lusty to be shy any more. She looked him right in the eye and said huskily, "I want you to shove your tongue up my cunt."
Ron's eyes glowed lustily. "You've got it."
He dived for her pussy again, and Sara gasped with pleasure as she felt him cramming his thick red tongue hard into her horny little fuckhole. He did just what she asked for, shoving the wet meat right to the root in her seething cunt. She jerked her pussy forward, taking his long wet tongue right to her womb. Writhing around the delicious impalement, she whined ecstatically.
"Uhhhhhhh, yesss!" she moaned. "Get that big ol' tongue into me, honey! Fuck me with it!"
Her dirty, direct language got an immediate reward from Ron, who started jerking his tongue up and down in her seething cunt. He made his tongue long and stiff, and he used it just like a cock, plowing hard and deep into her juicy little pussyhole. Sara met each hungry thrust with an upward jerk of her hips, taking his big tongue as deep as she could.
"That's it!" she panted. "Fuck me with your big tongue, Ron! Fuck me good and hard."
The hot sensations melted her whole pussy as she took his tongue clear to her womb. His nose rubbed against her swollen clit, and his chin massaged her horny little shitter, adding to her intense pleasure. Her thick musky cunt cream boiled around his tongue, overflowed, and puddled on the seat of the couch.
"Unnnggghhh, so fuckin' good!" Sara wailed.
She'd never felt this loose and shameless with her teenage lovers. With Ron she felt completely safe and incredibly lusty. His expert tongue-fucking was driving her out of her mind with pleasure, and in less than a minute she was quivering on the very edge of a powerful orgasm. One more hard hungry thrust of his tongue and she was coming.
"Ohhhhhhh, you did it to me! I'M COMING!" she wailed.
Ron felt her cunt starting to convulse, squeezing and releasing his deep-thrust tongue in a hungry violent rhythm. He imagined that kind of action around his cock, and again he came close to shooting his load. Fucking had to be next on the agenda, that was for sure, or he'd be jetting his jizz all over the office.
"Unnnnhhhh, so good! Unnnnhhhh!" Sara whined.
Ron waited, shivering with unbearable horniness, until she slumped back limp and gasping for breath. He raised his cream-drenched face from her steaming pussy and eyed the tiny recessed mouth of her cunt. Her wet pink pussy was visibly throbbing, inviting his cock. He pressed the huge purple knob of his prick into the buttery hollow.
Sara shivered violently and moaned, "Yes, Ron! Oh, God, yes, stick your cock in me! I want it so bad I could scream!"
Kneeling before her on the rug and pushing her legs wide open, Ron slowly glided his huge throbbing prick into her cunt. This was a moment he'd been fantasizing about for years, and he didn't intend to rush it. On countless nights he'd imagined fucking the beautiful spinster teacher, and now he was actually doing it. The reality was even better than the fantasy.
Her cunt was deliciously tight, the tightest he'd ever been into. Yet it was slick with gushing pussy juice, and he got in easily, whining with pleasure as he eased his thick cock into the fiery-hot clinging tube of her cunt. He watched his granite shaft pushing her pink pussylips farther and farther apart. As he went into her, Sara was whining with ecstasy.
"Uhhhhh, yessss, get that big cock into me!" she whimpered. "Give me every inch of it!"
Ron at last felt his bulbous cockhead touch her womb, while his swollen balls glided to rest against her soaked slit. He went absolutely still for a moment, savoring the sensation of stuffing his cock to the hilt in Sara's steaming, tugging cunt. He could feel her slick tight cuntwalls throbbing and creaming.
Sara, too, savored the brief moment of stillness. Her greedy little pussy was totally stuffed with Ron's granite cock. It pulsated against every inch of her gripping cunt. She creamed all over his prick and whimpered with excitement. Then he moaned and started fucking into her, pistoning his mammoth cock deep and hard in her sucking pussyhole.
"Ahhhhhhh, yes, give it to me, Ron!" Sara groaned. "Fuck my pussy good, honey!"
"I'll fuck you, all right," he growled. "I'll fuck you till we both drop. Ahhhhhhh, Jesus, your pussy's tight! Feels fantastic!"
He didn't think he'd ever enjoyed fucking a woman so much. It was always fun, of course, but with Sara it went beyond fun and became an erotic experience. Her tiny cunt gripped, squeezed and sucked at his plowing cock, bathing it in boiling juice, and she fucked right back at him, meeting each fierce lunge of his cock with a greedy forward thrust of her pussy, butting her womb against his iron cockhead.
"Fuck it to me! Fuck meeeee!" she babbled, crazy with excitement.
She had her head thrown back in ecstasy, and her big brown eyes were rolling. Her huge ripe tits wobbled wildly with the force of his fucking, and her cunt gushed uncontrollably. Ron's pile-driving cock made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the thick juice from her cunt. Her famished pussy seemed to get tighter and hotter by the second.
"Ohhhhh, my God! You're fucking me so good!" Sara moaned. "Your big cock feels so damned good in me!"
"I love your hot little cunt, baby," Ron panted. "I can't get enough of it."
He wanted to go on fucking her forever, but they were both too aroused to hold out for long. Soon Sara stiffened, her eyes rolling back in her head, then shuddered violently. He felt her red-hot cunt going tight as a vise around his deep-thrust prick, and her pussy juice gushed around his meat like molten lava.
"You're making me come!" she gasped. "Ohhhhh, Ron! AAAGGGHHH!"
Her whole body convulsed as she came, but Ron was mainly aware of her powerfully squeezing cunt. It seemed to suck the jizz right out of his balls. He roared with pleasure and pumped his sizzling load into her, his ass knotting and jerking. They howled and came together, Sara shrieking with ecstasy as she took his steaming load. When he finally jetted the last of his cum into her tugging cunt, they sighed with satisfaction.
"I don't want to be away from you any longer than I have to," Ron said. "It's Friday. Why don't I pick you up for dinner in about an hour?"
"That would be lovely, Ron," Sara smiled. "And by the way, you're a fantastic fuck."
She felt totally right with him, free to say and do whatever she wanted. This was the right sexual scene for her, with a mature, warm man of her own age, and she hoped it would last forever. There was just one problem she had to clear up first--letting Brad and Rick know that their kinky involvement was over.