Chapter 1
"Oh, fuck me!" she moaned. "Oh fuck me good!"
Ann Forester gasped deep in her throat and squirmed on his cock. Her head swam from the sweet sensation of having her young, aching cunt tilled to overflowing. The wet sounds and rank smell of fucking surrounded her.
"Oh, fuck me!" she repeated urgently. "Oh, do it! Your big prick feels so good. Oh, stick it up my-"
"Mrs. Forester?"
Time froze. Then suddenly it was all gone.
"Mrs. Forester?" the adolescent male voice asked again, timidly. "Can we use both sides of the paper to answer questions?"
Ann shook her head to clear it. "No, of course not!" she snapped, brown eyes flashing at the student in the third row who had asked the question. "You use only one side, as you always have on tests."
Shamefaced, the boy tilted his head back to his paper. Ann glared at the top of his head for a minute. Then her gaze shifted, came to rest on a youth in the front row. He was big for his age, rawboned and well-muscled.
He had been the one in her fantasy, kneeling behind her and thrusting his big stiff cock into her. pussy from behind.
Ann had a fairly good idea of how big the boy's cock was, too. Often she'd glanced back at him from standing at the blackboard with her skirt riding up her trim thighs, and caught his eyes flicking uneasily away from the lush, full curve of her ass. Then when she'd glanced down at his crotch, she could see the big bulge pushing up his fly.
It wouldn't do for her to seduce a member of her sixth period English class, Ann thought. She couldn't afford to lose her job. Especially under scandalous circumstances that would make it difficult or impossible to get another job teaching-the only kind of work she knew how to do.
But it had been five months since Ann had been fucked. Five terrible months since her husband had been killed in the crash of the small plane he was flying for the charter service he owned and operated. And in those five months, Ann had seen the insurance money and the money she got from selling the house and his share in the flying service dwindle to almost nothing. Roger had made some bad investments, left his widow with numerous debts.
Fortunately, Ann's sister and her husband lived in the same city. Even though they had a sixteen-year-old son named Hal, who was learning to be an airplane mechanic at the company Roger had owned, they had asked Ann to move in with them so she could get back on her feet financially, and also not have to face the terrible shock of suddenly living by herself.
But loneliness wasn't the only problem a new widow faced. Ann had been hooked on fucking Roger. He was vigorous, loving, and imaginative. He was apt to slide into the driver's seat when they were caught in a traffic jam, and pull his wife eagerly onto his hard throbbing cock right then and there. Or spend a long summer's afternoon in the back yard, lying on a towel spread on the lawn eating Ann's dripping pussy while she sucked his prick.
Roger had been a lot of man. And Ann didn't have anything to replace him.
Guiltily, she let her gaze slide from her desktop to the boy in the front row. For a moment she let herself slip back into fantasy. She imagined his strong hands grasping her asscheeks, his breath coming in ragged gulps as he fucked madly into her twat. Hot feeling flooded Ann's cheeks, and she realized she was blushing.
She dropped her eyes. Her slim hands were clenched into fists on the desk before her. The knuckles were white with tension.
After an eternity, the class ended. Ann took the freeway home, an hour or so too early for rush hour traffic. For the hundredth time she wondered what to do about the desires that tormented her night and day.
Ann Forester was a shy woman, and she had led a sheltered life. She had never fucked any man but Roger. She had been a trim, twenty-six-year-old virgin teacher when he had swooped into her life, bringing with him a fever of passion and lust she'd never even dreamed of.
Now Roger was gone, and Ann didn't know how to cope. How to meet a man? The male teachers at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School appealed to her as little as the bronze statue of old Walter himself. She didn't have the courage to hang around singles bars looking for pickups, and she was really afraid of the kind of man she'd meet that way, anyway. There were so many dangerous weirdoes around these days.
Otherwise, Ann's life was pretty much restricted to trips to the spa to keep her figure as firm and fantastic as Roger had always wanted her, and doing things with her sister Linda and her family.
In a few minutes Ann would be home. She felt anticipation tightening the base of her throat. This early in the afternoon she'd have the house to herself.
Ann didn't have a man, but she had her fantasies. And she also had a vibrator she'd bought after a couple of months lying awake at night fingering herself. The trouble was, it made such noise when it was turned on that she didn't dare use it when anyone was home. She was afraid of provoking embarrassing questions.
The dildo was the only thing that kept her sane. Especially on afternoons like this, when the lust boiling in her cunt threatened to drive her crazy.
Ann thought about what she'd do when she got home. She'd go upstairs and get the vibrator from its hiding place in a dresser drawer. Then she'd go downstairs, take off all her clothes, and lie down on the sofa. Perhaps she'd lie on her back. When she did that, she'd finger her ample jugs with both hands as the buzzing device drove her to a frenzy, buried to the hilt in her frothing cunt.
Or maybe she'd get down naked on all fours and fuck herself up the pussy with the dildo till it was dripping wet with the oily yield of her cunt. Then she'd drive it up her asshole and squat on her hands and knees, screaming with mingled pleasure and pain and shaking like a dog until orgasm temporarily released her. She had especially loved it when Roger fucked his huge prick into her ass. Almost as much as when he took her up the cunt. That slight edge of pain made it so delicious!
The silky material of her panties was sticking to the cleft of her cunt when Ann turned her Datsun into the driveway of her sister's house. She got out of the car and walked up to the front door with her heart pounding. God, she was hot! She couldn't wait for the thrumming feel of the plastic dildo driving apart her pussy walls.
Ann immediately headed for her room, but something made her stop at the foot of the stairs. Did she hear voices?
Ann set her books down on the coffee table, listening. Yes, there it was again. Someone giggling and whispering.
Frozen, Ann stood straining her ears. There was someone else in the house with her. It sounded as if they were in the kitchen.
Cautiously, Ann walked toward the kitchen. The carpet muffled her footsteps.
"Ooh, that tickles," came a girl's voice. "We really shouldn't be doing this. It's naughty.
It's-oh!"
Carefully, Ann peered around the doorway.
A pretty, pert-faced blonde girl was sitting on the counter. Her big and bouncy young tits were bare. And kneeling before her, sucking as much of one rubbery, smooth-fleshed jug into his mouth as he could, was Ann's nephew Hal!
As Ann watched mesmerized, Hal released the girl's boob with a pop and lifted his head. "Does that tickle?" he asked, grinning wickedly. The girl reached out and tousled his brown hair.
"You know it doesn't, big boy," she purred. "Don't stop now!"
The girl's nipples were bright pink, the nubbins standing up like ripe cherries in the circular patches of the aureoles. Hal's tongue snaked out of his mouth. It laved wetly all over one boob, then the other, carefully avoiding the swollen nipples. The girl stroked Hal's temples with fevered fingers.
"Oh, that's soooo nice," the blonde murmured. "Oh, you don't know how good that feels, Hal honey!"
Hal's saliva gleamed in the afternoon light. Ann felt a pang of jealousy. Her own tits were quite large, especially for a woman as willowy as she was, but this girl's were much larger and yet very, very firm. The blonde was a bit plump, but her face was lovely and her thighs were trim and sleek where they were revealed by her short skirt riding up under her ass. And her flushed cheeks and cornflower blue eyes were touched with a warm glow of growing lust.
When the blonde was plainly about to go crazy from the way Hal's tongue was skirting around her blood-engorged nipples, he wrapped his lips around one of the fleshy little buttons. His cheeks turned into hollows as he sucked. "Jesus!" cried the girl. "At last! Suck me, oh, suck on me, baby!"
Goose flesh pimpled the creamy surface of the girl's jugs. She sighed. Hal was slurping noisily as he sucked her tit. Slowly he sucked the tip of her tit into his mouth till the ruddy circle of aureole disappeared. He began to gnaw at the mouthful of titflesh, "Wow! Oh, damn, ooooooooh!" cooed the blonde. "That's fantastic. Nothing could feel better, darling!"
Hal raised his head. The freed tit jiggled in the air, spit smeared over its rounded point. "Hmm?" he said. "Nothing could feel better? You sure of that, Janice?"
Janice tugged insistently at his hair. "Noooo!" she said. "Keep sucking me, damn you!"
"Sure thing, sexpot," Hal said. Janice's blouse was opened to her navel and pulled back onto her shoulders. He unbuttoned the blouse the rest of the way. "But, sweet as those tits are, I can think of something a lot tastier!"
The youth slid his lips downward over the smooth dome of her belly. Ann could feel the girl's excitement grow "Oh, God!" Janice exclaimed. Hal licked the flesh of her stomach just above the waistband of her skirt.
Then he lifted the skirt off the girl's thighs and folded it back into her lap. Her panties were bright orange, Ann noticed. Hal slipped a finger under the leg band and pulled the crotch to the side. Juicy pink cunt lips gaped nakedly in a tangled forest of blonde bush.
The inner lips of Janice's pussy were visible through her pubic thatch, and the crack between them glittered with pungent sauces. Her cunt mound was rounded and plump. The blonde sucked in a hissing breath through clenched teeth as her boyfriend planted a wet kiss smack between her twat lips.
Ann felt herself go weak at the knees. It was almost as if it were her own cunt Hal was kissing so avidly. She could see an incredible look of ecstasy transfigure Janice's saucy features.
Smacking sounds reached Ann's ears. She could smell the blonde's aroused snatch. It was an oddly compelling wet-wool smell, and it made Ann feel funny. She'd never smelled another woman's cunt when it started to flow with lust.
Her nephew certainly seemed to be enjoying the taste of pussy. He moved his head this way and that as he devoured the writhing girl's dripping cunt. His teeth and lips were working on Janice's tender pussy lips. His tongue slipped between them, teasing its way into the girl's seething depths.
Aromatic sauces flowed onto Hal's tongue. The girl clawed at the back of his head. It felt to her as if a small living animal had crawled into her cunt. Hal's tongue crawled in and out like a snake, while he chewed relentlessly at the pussy's lips.
"Eat me! Mmmmm, aaaahhhh, eat my pussy all up! Your tongue feels so fucking good inside my pussy! Eat it up, Hal!"
Janice arched her back, put her hands on the counter and ground her ripe cunt into Hal's greedy face.
Frothing cunt honey sloshed down his chin. Her legs were spread wide to open her cunt all the way up. She didn't seem to mind the elastic of her panties cutting into her as Hal's hooked fingers held the crotch open.
Janice's hair was in constant motion as she tossed her head from side to side. Ann could feel waves of pleasure washing from the teenaged girl's taut body as Hal ate her pussy. The older woman had stepped partway into the doorway and stood there, not thinking about being noticed. The two young people were far too preoccupied to notice her!
An insistent hunger was growing in Ann's crotch. Her own sweet cunt oils were beginning to flow freely. What delight the little blonde must be experiencing! Hal was apparently a tongue-lasher of no mean talent, the way Janice was moaning and thrashing around like a bitch in heat. For Ann it was almost torture to watch. How long it had been, since she'd had tongue up her own pussy?
A slender hand cupped her cunt mound. Even through the fabric of her skirt Ann could feel the needy heat of her long-neglected pussy. The pressure of her hand felt good.
Ann pulled her skirt up till it rode on her hips. Hardly thinking what she was doing, she ran a hand down her panties and cupped her cunt again. A long nailed finger teased at her pussy lips and slipped into the brimming well of her cunt. Ann barely managed to restrain a gasp of pleasure as she began to finger-fuck herself.
Greedily, unaware of his audience, Hal ate his girlfriend's pussy. He loved giving head. The smell, the taste, the feel of a woman's hot cunt excited him beyond belief.
But there was one thing eating pussy couldn't do for him. It couldn't do anything to relieve the painful pressure of his cock pushing outwards against his fly. Hal loved to eat cunt, but he had to fuck.
Never ceasing with his oral assault on Janice's quivering pussy, Hal dropped his hands to his waist and undid his trousers. As they slid down over his trim hips his rigid cock leaped out. At the sight of it, Ann gasped again, and cunt juices flowed in a torrent over her masturbating fingers.
The naked prick waving there in the air was a good seven inches long and thick in proportion. A thick blue vein pulsated on its upper surface. The glans of the big cock seemed to glow scarlet. It was a beautiful sight.
And the boy was still growing!
The thought made Ann come in her panties. Whimpering sounds escaped her as the long-needed climax wracked her lovely body. She tried to hold it back, but it just felt too good with her fingers reaming her cunt while she watched the most erotic show she'd ever witnessed!
Neither of the two kids in the kitchen heard her. Janice had her shoulders back and was leaning on a cabinet while her fingers spread her pussy lips wide for Hal's eager attention. Hal was struggling all the while to get out of his pants. His lips and teeth teased her cunt lips while his tongue roved up and down the length of her tasty slash.
Then the boy was out of his pants. He lilted his head from Janice's gaping pussy and tore her panties off her. The inside of her cunt was bright pink and shiny with its juices and his saliva.
"Hey, whatsamatter," moaned Janice. "Why are you stopping, lover boy? Oh please, don't stop now!
Hal didn't answer. Instead he stood up and with unerring aim drove his cock to the hilt in her pussy.
Janice's head was back and her mouth was open in a ringing scream of climax even before Hal started pumping her. The tongue-lashing he'd given her cunt had her so turned on that the sudden feeling of being impaled on that fat sword of cock had been too much. Too, too much!
Hal felt the rippling waves of Janice's orgasm tightening her cunt in a velvet noose around his cock. He was already turned on too much tor any subtle stuff. Frantically he began to pump into her with the force of a stallion fucking a mare.
In the doorway. Ann felt herself go weak at the knees. She had to support herself with one hand on the doorframe while the other kept playing with her pussy. God, what a sight! Oh. the joys she had been missing!
The dildo was one thing. But Ann had to have a man!
Strong young hands gripped Janice's shoulders. Hal's face was buried at the base of her neck, nibbling at her as he drove his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The throbbing prick made a loud rhythmic noise like a plunger unclogging a drain. With every masterful stroke of Hal's cock. Janice lifted the cushiony roundness of her ass off the counter to meet him. The power of his fucking drove her tender asscheeks back onto the counter with a thump at every thrust.
A slippery, boiling-hot. soaking-wet vice clamped Hal's probing cock. Janice's pussy was so hot. so tight, so deliciously wet that he could barely breathe. The heady smell of their fucking filled his nostrils.
The cock hammering into Janice's cunt was like a stick of dynamite. Unbearable pleasure exploded from it every time it drove deep, deep into her cunt. Her fingernails raked Hal's sides as she tried to force him deeper.
"Fuck me harder, Hal!" Janice cried. "Fuck my pussy till it hurts!"
Impossibly, Hal obeyed. Ann wondered how anyone could pump their hips so fast. She could see the blur of his cock going in and out of Janice's wide open snatch. The blonde had her legs spread as far apart as they would go, and Ann could see everything. Everything she'd been missing for so many long months!
"Come in me, Hal!" begged Janice. "Blow off your wad in me! I want to feel your jism fill my pussy! Oh hurry, I'm about to come! Shoot it up my cunt!"
Ann could barely believe such an innocent-looking girl could shout such things. But she wanted to cry out for a man to pump her full of cock and come as well.
Hal grunted into the hollow of the blonde's neck. "Oh hurry!" shrieked Janice. "I'm comiiinnnggg!"
Time after time Hal buried his dick balls deep in the spasming pussy. He couldn't control himself any longer. His mighty prick throbbed and began to spurt come all the way into the girl's womb.
"Aaaiiieeee!" howled Janice as her climax convulsed her luscious body. "I can feel your jizz in my pussy. It burns-oh it burns! So sweet! So-aaaggghhh!"
Screaming, Janice came and came as the cock impaled her. Hal's cock fountained uncontrollably into her cunt. Her nails dug furrows in his back as they both went mad with pleasure.
Cum bubbled up around the rim of Janice's blonde-furred cunt. Gooey white jism began to leak down her moon-white asscheeks onto the counter. The length of Hal's pulsating cock was smeared with oily cunt juice and strands of rich cum.
Hal fucked Janice as if there were no tomorrow. Her cries of ecstasy were constant and piercing.
Ann could barely keep from crying aloud as she came thunderously, again and again. Her cunt sucked at her sopping fingers like a baby sucking its mother's tits.
At last, the unseen watcher could take no more. Ann's dark hair hung limply around her face as she reeled back from the door into the living room. The joyous sounds of youthful balling still came from the kitchen as the lovely widow collapsed on the couch.
Ann's panties were a sopping mess. Her fingers were smeared and getting gummy from rapidly drying cunt juice. She felt as if she were hollow inside.
The scene she had just witnessed had hit her like a sledgehammer. For too long she'd lived without the firmness, the feel, and the fucking of a strong young man. She just couldn't stand it anymore.
Ann needed sex to go on living. And she was going to get it!