Chapter 17
The next two weeks proved to be both hectic and satisfying for gorgeous Joyce Hale.
She did her best to keep her mind on her teaching, but every time that she looked in the direction of Harry or Jeff, it seemed that they were always stroking their hard dicks.
She began arranging clandestine meetings with them. Sometimes they would pick her apartment, while on other occasions, when the parents were away, they would meet at either Jeff's or Harry's place.
The more frequently she fucked them, the more disposed toward cocksucking beautiful Joyce became. She knew she was becoming addicted to it. Even though the other elements of fucking also appealed to her, she developed a distinct preference for sucking on a huge, erect spear.
There were a number of reasons why she preferred cocksucking. For one thing, she liked the sparkling, zestful taste of the white orgasmic cream. For another, she found she wasn't nearly as physically spent from an evening of cocksucking as she was from an evening in which she was getting her cunt or ass-hole fucked.
On one occasion, when they had met over at Jeff's, Jeff and Harry had brought over two college students, who joined Jeff and Harry in sex with Joyce. She took turns sucking them, off, receiving loads of sperm from all four men.
One Wednesday evening, when Joyce was at home correcting papers after telling both Harry and Jeff that it was impossible to get together on that occasion, the doorbell rang.
Much to Joyce's surprise, a tall distinguished man with light brown hair and a moustache stood before her. He wore a dark business suit and appeared to be in his middle forties.
She observed just a tinge of gray at his forehead, which added to his noticeable aristocratic look.
"Miss Hale?" he began smilingly. . "That's right."
"Good evening, Miss Hale. My name is Marty Douglas. My boy Jeff is in your class."
"Oh yes, Mr. Douglas. What can I do for you?"
"I really do apologize for bursting in like this," he shook his head. "Could I come in here for a little while and talk to you about my son?"
"Certainly. Please come in."
It wasn't until she had opened the door to let Marty Douglas in that Joyce caught her first whiff of the alcohol on his breath. She wondered if it was indicative of anything, but he seemed genuinely sincere about wanting to talk about his son.
"Please sit down, Mr. Douglas," she smiled. "Thank you, but please call me Marty."
"That's fair enough. Just as long as you'll call me Joyce."
"It's a deal." Marty Douglas smiled. "You know, I've heard quite a bit about you from my son."
Joyce felt a fearful tug in her stomach. She didn't know how to respond to what Marty Doug-les was saying.
"He is a pretty good student," she smiled. "I am trying to tell him, though, that he needs to work harder to get top grades."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Douglas grinned. "I understand he's been having a little trouble in history."
"I told him what it is. Lack of concentration."
"Is that really the problem?"
"Sure it is."
"After looking at you, I can understand why it would be difficult to concentrate on history-" Marty smiled.
At that point Joyce, who was highly aware of men with noticeable erections, cast her eyes in the direction of Marty Douglas' crotch. She immediately recognized the hard-on, and wondered if he was in the mood for something more than a discussion concerning his son's academic performance.
"I'll take that as a compliment, Marty," Joyce smiled. "Thank you very much."
"Honey, you're absolutely gorgeous. You know, I caught my boy in the act last week. They had some cute college kid over and they were taking turns slamming it to her cunt. I watched him jack off, then walked in and talked to them. They were pretty well high on grass, and I chewed them out about it, but joined them for a joint."
"Go on."
"The conversation was pretty illuminating.
They got to talking about you, and they said that you're really something in bed."
"I don't believe that," she exploded. "Please don't come in here and talk to me like I'm some sort of slut."
"Easy now," he laughed. "I'm just a guy away from the nagging wife for a night. Can you blame me if I want a little action?"
"Be more specific."
"I'll be glad to," he laughed.
Joyce's eyes zeroed in once more on his huge dick as he swiftly undid his trousers, pulling out his huge peter and running his fingers over it.
"I guess you can see where my boy gets his huge pecker from," he laughed. "Not only that, but mine shoots just as good a load as his does. He told me how much you liked to swallow cum. Okay, honey, now you've got your chance."
He sat on the edge of the sofa, smiling crookedly as he worked the fingers of his right hand up and down his steaming rod.
"Come on over here and play with my dick," he begged her. "Toy with my balls, baby, just like you do for my son and Harry. Come on, give a guy a break. My old lady just won't go down on my cock. She thinks that cocksucking is absolutely dirty. That's where these young kids have it all over people of my generation. Here these women all have these terrible hang-ups, but not the young chicks. They'll go down on a guy's cock without batting an eye. I understand you're that way. Good for you. Come on, sweetheart, and let that tongue of yours loose on my prick."
The longer that "Joyce looked at Marty Douglas' nervous cock, the more interested she became.
Soon she was getting up from the chair and walking over toward the sofa.
"Just drop down to your knees," he laughed. "That's where the action is, between my legs, in my stiff dick. Now run your tongue over my balls. That's a good place to start. Loosen me up with the ball sucking, sweetheart. Then you can go after the stiff dick."
She liked the sexy manner in which Marty was communicating, and as she reached out and grabbed his cock, she fondled the tip of it in her fingers.
Her fingers made steady contact with his spear, and as she played with it, she unleashed her tongue against his balls.
Her tongue worked eagerly over his testicles, and she could tell from the way that his body began to move and from the way that his legs quivered, that Marty Douglas was having the time of his life.
"Keep working your tongue over my balls," he said authoritatively.
He loosened up to the challenge at hand, that of supplying a juicy load of white jissum to the teacher of his young son.
While Joyce continued manipulating her tongue around his balls, Marty reached out and ran his fingers through her dazzling blonde hair.
"My son said that you had great hair," he said. "I can see that it's true. It's so smooth, so soft, I love running my fingers through it. And I'll bet you love running your tongue over my balls. I can't take that much longer, though. Keep it up for just a little while longer, baby, then switch to the cocksucking. My cock just has to explode. You've got to work that tongue up and down my prick. Start out by sliding it over the tip of it, then go on from there."
Joyce could tell what Marty wanted, and he gave the impression of a man who had been deprived of oral sensations.
"Go down on my cock," he said impatiently. "I can't take any more of this. Come on and work that tongue, baby. Come on, Joyce honey, and slide your tongue up and down my prick. Give me the prick action. Suck me off. Go after my load. I'm going to bolt, honey, it won't take many strokes to make me do it."
She continued to provide his balls with sensations, but this time it was with her fingers.
She tickled his testicles with great diligence as her tongue slid over the foreskin of his burning peter.
"That's where the action is," he nodded, continuing to run his fingers through her hair. "Just drive that tongue up and down the dick. Start out at the foreskin, then work your way all the way down it, baby. By the time you start sliding it up and down my whole prick, I'm going to be set to shoot."
The finger activity continued, and as it did so, she extended the movements of her sucking in conformity with what Marty wanted.
She slid her tongue up and down his prick relentlessly; recognizing that it wouldn't be long before he would unleash his juices inside her mouth.
"You're on the right track," he laughed. "Now all you've got to do is keep on sucking. Move that beautiful tongue one more time, baby, and it will be all over."
As he continued working his fingers through her hair, his legs began to tingle more than ever. His whole body swayed back and forth as she kept up her fervent tongue action.
Her head bobbed at a frantic pace as he recognized how close he was to juicing.
She wanted to taste that creamy white sperm that would come shooting out of the end of his rapid-fire rod.
"Ah, that's it," he exclaimed. "I'm juicing."
Marty let out one loud sigh, at which point the stream bolted.
She diligently gobbled up every drop of the burning juice which spurted from his cock.
"That's what I call a real cocksucker," he chuckled.
As she released her tongue from his prick, he reached out and patted her on top of the head.
"I hope that will hold you for a while," she said.
"I can't thank you enough, baby," he smiled. "You know, I'd like to fuck you again."
"All you've got to do is undress me and take me to the bedroom," she said, by now thoroughly enchanted by the uninhibited Marty Douglas.