Chapter 9
Jane sprawled naked across her bed. All she needed was sleep. If her bloodshot eyes cleared up and she could drag her body to the kitchen, later she would eat. She was happily satisfied for the first time in one long spell. She didn't know Ben could get a hard-on so many times. She vaguely remembered other men chewing her cunt, or was that around the campfire? Seemed to her it was also in the camper. She couldn't begin to remember the number of times she'd squatted over a stiff hunk of meat and shoved it up her seething, dripping pussy. As she dozed, all she saw were flying pricks and balls coming at her from all directions. She saw her twat as raw hamburger. She was mentally fucked in her dreams like she'd been screwed over the weekend. She was having sexual delirium traumas as she tossed nakedly on her bed.
She looked at the clock at intermittent times through glazed eyes. She slept fourteen hours when she finally dragged her wrecked, snarled snatch out a bed and bathed her exhausted self in the tub of warm, pink bubbly. She smiled to herself in a dazed condition as she lulled herself happily in the water.
Her stomach growled loudly and startled her. She had to laugh at herself. She'd eaten Ben's pole so much it must look like a snagged, ragged wreck, and here she was famished. One good thing, there were no calories from eating his meat! She giggled to herself and thought about going on a straight cock diet, only the rumbling in her belly protested.
She climbed out a the tub and dragged her dripping, naked body out into the kitchen. She frisked the fridge and came up with some left-over spaghetti.
She could see her and Ben married! They'd never get out of bed. Then, too, what about poor Frankie's whang?
The thought of the fourteen-year-old boy stirred her crotch to new drippings. She hadn't seen the child for several days! Well it probably would be several more, too. She couldn't let the little boy see her all marked up from his father's screwing and biting.
That was a dreadful thought! Not to see her baby? Terrible! He was probably horny as hell. The last blow job she's given him was fast and she hadn't messed around with him because of her bleeding. She knew the boy'd be over to see how she liked his dad. The hickies would tell if she never opened her mouth!
The spaghetti was delicious.
She wiped her mouth on a napkin and wandered into the living room. She thought about Frankie and his father as she sat contentedly on the flowered couch.
What was she gonna do about them? She loved them both! She'd fucked them both and neither knew about the other! Ben had said he loved her and Frankie wanted her for his mother. That'd make him a motherfucker, wouldn't it? She vowed if Ben ever did ask her to marry him, she'd never lay it on Frankie again! That'd be terrible, too. She loved the kid's young, hard dick slammed up her tube!
Jane shook her tousled head and tried to think her situation out. What did a kid have to offer except a stiff pecker? He'd soon be off dating and screwin' around with girls his own age. Ben was different. He was older and offered security. Or did he? She knew he wouldn't be faithful to her-he had this thing for orgies. Then he couldn't expect her to be loyal to him, either. He would resent it if the other guy was his own minor child! Ben wouldn't go that one!
How could she live in a house with Frankie and not ball the child even if she was married to his old man? Frankie had feelings, too. If the child came to her with a hard-on, she knew she couldn't refuse him, not only for his sake, but her own. She loved his fresh, young prick!
The whole damned thing was stupid! Ben hadn't asked her to marry him and probably never would! So why worry about it?
She looked down at her full domes and noticed that they were slightly bruised. Ben must have dug his chin into her titties while he was either sucking hickies on her or fuckin' her hole.
God, what a weekend! She never did ride in a sand buggy which was just as well. The number of times she fucked, she'd a had to fuck out in the sand on the dune buggy and then she'd have sand up her ass! She cringed at that painful thought.
Today she was supposed to go to the grammar school and tutor. Shit on the little kids! She argued back and forth in her head and finally got up and went to dress. She couldn't let the little ones down. They liked her and it was a necessity that they learn to read! If she was nothing else, she was dependable.
She trotted out to her car, gave a swift look at the house next door, got into her car and left. She hadn't really expected to see anybody at Ben's since he was at work and Frankie was in school. She just had to look at the next door house every chance she had. It was an obsession.
She didn't like cramming her boobs into her bra, she thought on the way to school. She had gotten so used to the freedom of life around Ben and Frankie. What would the dear, fuddy-duddy ladies of the PTA think if they should wander into the classroom while she was braless? She laughed. She thought the teacher wouldn't mind at all. She had him pegged as a swinger ... the principal, too.
She could managed for this morning to be cramped into her over-the-shoulder-bolder-holder.
At school she walked directly to her classroom and sat waiting for Mr. Smith, the teacher.
She heard a scramble outside the door and ran to see what was the matter. There was a pile of little boys fighting, scratching, and screaming!
She hollered at the pile of kids and immediately they split. Except for one little boy that had been on the bottom of the heap. He seemed hurt and was doubled over clutching his groin.
Jane kneeled over him and asked him if he could move.
He nodded.
She helped the little boy into her classroom and closed the door. She asked him where he hurt and if she could look and see how badly he was crunched.
The little boy said his weenie hurt and started to unbuckle his belt and remove his Levi's. He hauled his shirt up on his chest so it didn't drape over his young, sweet organ. He pulled his pants down and his little penis hung over his small testicles.
Jane looked at the darling, little boy's sex organ and sighed. He was so adorable! Such a tiny, little prick ... to think that someday he'd be fucking with that small thing!
She took his little penis with her fingers and asked him if it hurt when she moved it. Since it didn't, she touched his little, bitty, tiny nuts and was awed by the softness. She asked if that hurt him and he said only a little.
She smiled at the child and asked him if he could stand up straight. He did and groaned slightly.
She said she thought he was all right, and would he like it if she kissed his penis and made it all better?
The child nodded.
Jane bent to the cradled organ and kissed his warm little penis ever so tenderly. She felt a tingle in her crotch as she looked at his boy-prick. She told him to pull his pants up and sit beside her until school started. She was sure he would be all right.
The Utile boy obeyed and the two of them waited for the bell to ring.
Jane cursed herself. Now she was gonna have to sit on her squashy slit until she could get home and find Frankie or Ben or finger-bang herself! Shit!
She should have sent the little boy to the nurse instead of looking him over herself. He had such a darling, smooth, sweet penis! So warm and adorable! She had only kissed it to make it better like all mothers kiss away hurts, only this happened to be his little weenie and she got hot when she saw a prick, even a mini.
Mr. Smith came into the room early and asked Jane why she was hugging the little boy.
She explained to him what had happened and what she'd done and that she was sure the child was fine.
Mr. Smith raised his black, furry eyebrows and asked, "You did what?"
Jane told him again, and he asked her to step into the cloakroom.
Mr. Smith read her the riot act about examining little boys. What would the child's parents do when they found out that she'd kissed his penis? He wrung his hands in despair. This was what happened when the school took part-time volunteer helpers. Mr. Smith was responsible for Jane's activities when she was his helper, and now the sky was gonna fall in!
Jane called the little boy into the cloakroom and knelt in front of him. She explained that if somebody gave him something and then took it back, he wouldn't have it anymore, would he? It was the same thing as if he'd never had it, right? So if she took the kiss back from his penis, it was the same as if she'd never kissed his tiny dingus, right?
He nodded his freckled face and dropped his pants.
Mr. Smith held his head and about flew out of his tree! God, what was she doing now? This pervert was kissing the little boy's whang right in front of him ... the teacher!
Jane told the little boy to pull up his pants, and now it was just the same as if she'd never kissed his little peter, right?
The boy nodded his head and left happily.
Mr. Smith sank to the floor and leaned against the hanging coats and scarves and things the kids had left from the day before. He held his head and shook it. Why? Why did things like this have to happen in his room?
Jane sat down on the floor beside him and explained child psychology to him.
He nodded and nodded, still holding his head. He'd taken lots of psychology in order to become a teacher. He'd put in lots a time studying child behavior and now he was gonna be fired! All those hard years trying to get through college while he worked to support his wife and kids. This was the end!
He rested his balding head on his forearms, which were rested on his knees.
Jane pleaded with Mr. Smith that he didn't understand the mechanics of a child's mind no matter how many books he'd read. The little boy wouldn't say a word about any of it! She'd just kissed him like his mother would in such a case. She did regret having to be an Indian giver. That might upset the lad a bit!
Mr. Smith looked at her in astonishment. "You've gotta be kiddin'!"
She shook her head.
Mr. Smith clutched at his own crotch. He told her that it'd bothered him tremendously to see her kiss the little boy's weenie.
She smiled. "If I do it once to you, I gotta do it twice! Then it's like it never happened. You wouldn't want your wife to think you'd been getting blow jobs in the cloakroom from the volunteer aide, would you?"
He shook his head and unzipped his pants. He spread his legs wide apart and flipped out his balls and rock hard dong. He was ready! One time, two times, who cared? He wasn't a child! He was a horny, middle-aged school teacher that was about to lose his job! He might as well blow it all the way!
Jane's slit was already wet from kissing the little boy's peter, so she welcomed the teacher's hand in her slippery, slimy slit as she bent over his poking crotch.
"The bell was about to ring, so she quickly sucked in the teacher's stiff whang and wrapped her tongue around his pulsating, beating meat. She worked his fat cock rapidly and madly. He wasn't about to have an orgasm! Shit! Her crotch was lathered with her own foam! Her fevered head bobbed as she worked his prick up and down with her wet, hot mouth.
He moaned a couple a times but had no signs of an orgasm.
SHIT! She pulled her pants down off her round ass and climbed onto the teacher's pelvis, straddling his thick, short whang! She slipped his stubbornly hard peter back and forth in her slimy, smelly slit and came down hard with her cunt on his cockhead!
SHE FELT HIS FAT, HARD PECKER THUMP SOUNDLY INTO HER TORRID, HOT, BUBBLING, DRIPPING HOLE. HER VAGINAL MUSCLES CLAMPED ONTO HIS RAM-ROD AND SHE RODE HIS POLE FAST ... UP ... DOWN ... UP ... DOWN ... UP ... DOWN!
With her every downward plunge she splatted her squishy, marshy slit all over his firm nuts! As she moved up his shaft, her cunt muscles tugged and pulled on his hard, blood-gorged prick to stick the cum out!
She rode Mr. Smith's cock until he jerked and spasmed under her humping and shot off his heavy load ... bathing her seething furnace.
She felt his cum and she shot off her load all over his balls and withering prick!
She would have loved to sit across his rubbery whang and let it fall out of her hole and then lick him off and really make a fine fuck of it....
The bell rang.
She scrambled off the teach's pelvis and tugged her pants up.
Mr. Smith got up off the floor and fastened his pants and straightened what little hair he had. He adjusted his thick glasses, pushed in his shirt over his round belly and emerged nonchalantly from the cloakroom to greet his children for the day.
The quickie fuck was over!
Jane straightened herself up and came out of the cloakroom and sat beside the children she was gonna help learn to read. Her pants were a soggy mess!
One little girl asked her if she was wearing a different kind a perfume? She smelled different.
Jane smiled and said she didn't doubt that she smelled odd. She sat squashed in her cum and that of Mr. Smith. She damned near slid off the chair, she was so slippery from spent cum!