Chapter 3
Things had gone well for Joel. He had graduated from college the year before and immediately took a good-paying job with a local company. He had no complaints about the pussy he was getting either.
His mother, who had a good relationship with her mother, went to see his grandmother four times a year and spent two or three weeks there each time. Joel didn't mind. His mother being away didn't mean he had to sleep by himself at night. He simply went out on the prowl and had no trouble finding a horny woman whose pussy needed looking after.
Nora had left again and, as usual, Joel wondered what he was going to do for pussy while she was gone. He was on his way home from the office and he was thinking about it. If he didn't find a woman who wanted to take down her panties for him, he'd end up spending a night without a woman's naked body to snuggle up to.
He thought about all his buddies. If one of them was out of town on a business trip, he could go over to his place and spend the night in bed with his wife. But he came up blank. All his pals were home and accounted for.
He stopped at a red light and sat there watching people pass in front of his car. He checked out the good-looking women he would like to fuck. He counted five.
He looked to the left at the car sitting alongside his. There were two attractive women in it. Here was a chance to do a little flirting, he thought. As they looked him over, he smiled at them. Their windows were down and they made a comment about the traffic.
Then the woman on the passenger side said "Would you like some company?"
"Sure would," Joel replied.
Before that light had a chance to turn green, she was out of that car and into Joel's. She was a real good-looker, Joel noticed, from the top of her head right down to her toes. Her snug sweater hugged her ample curves and her softly rounded, full breasts. Her tight-fitting skirt drew attention to her sweet adorable ass. She slid her butt along the seat and scooted right over to him, which made him thankful he didn't have bucket seats. The wedding ring on her finger didn't keep her from snuggling up close to him so that he could feel her tit against his arm.
Joel introduced himself and the attractive woman, Marion, did the same. While they conversed, the car she'd gotten out of pulled away.
"You want me to catch up to her?" Joel asked.
"No," Marion replied. "I'll ride with you."
By then, Joel's prick had become a solid boner and Marion noticed the big bulge it was making in the front of his pants. She put her hand on it and said, "Your place or mine?"
"I live with my mother and she's out of town," he said, grinning at her. "I have the house all to myself."
"Oh, that's wonderful," Marion cooed. "My husband will be home about nine. That's plenty of time for us to get to know each other, but by nine o'clock we might really be enjoying each other's company and not want to be interrupted by you having to leave before my husband's arrival. Your place will be much better."
"Yeah, I want to get to really know you." Joel said. "At my place we needn't worry about anyone walking in on us."
"That's good," Marion said. "Having someone walk in at the wrong time could be embarrassing. Especially if we weren't fully clothed."
"We might even be naked," Joel suggested.
Marion laughed. "If we were hitting it off that well, I might want to stay with you all night."
"How would your husband react to you being out all night?" he asked.
"I can phone him and tell him I'm spending the night with Laura," Marion replied. "That's the woman who was driving the car I was in. She'll back me up."
When they got into the house, they sat together on the couch. Marion was reserved and well-mannered in her behavior at first, but she wasn't the bashful type either. She was a woman in her late twenties or early thirties, who was feeling hot and horny, and here was a gorgeous young stud she wanted to make it with. Their first few kisses were restrained, but quickly became more hot and passionate and they both allowed their lustful urges to come to the surface.
"I hope you don't think I'm too forward," Marion said breathlessly when they came up for air.
Grinning at her, Joel said, "I've already decided you're my kind of woman. Just let yourself go. You can behave as naughty as you want and no one will know a thing about it."
Marion took him at his word. She practically climbed all over him. She liked the way he fondled her tits and felt between her legs, but she was eager to get onto bigger and better things. like Joel's cock. She unzipped his pants and reached her hand in for it.
"You'd better not have a little wee one like my husband," she warned. "Every now and then I get an urge for a big, long, thick one, and I don't want to be disappointed."
Joel could hardly wait to show her what he had to offer. To help her out as she fumbled with his undershorts, he pushed them, along with his pants, down past his knees. His pecker, suddenly free of the garments, sprang up tall.
"Good heavens," she gasped. "That's the biggest one I've ever seen. I had no idea they came in this size."
Joel thought at first she was handing him a line, but he liked it. She was feeding his ego and he was eating it up. Maybe she meant every word it, he thought. After all, his mother was always making complimentary comments about the size of his dick. Maybe she really was a little shocked that his prick was so much bigger than her husband's.
Other women had told him the same thing. "You like it, huh?"
"Honey, you don't know what this monstrous thing means to a woman who has had to make do with one that can't be more than five inches long," she told him.
"A lot of women will tell you that five inches is better than nothing," he reminded her.
"That's true," Marion agreed. "But one that's five inches makes a woman appreciate a big one like this when she gets ahold of it."
She had ahold of Joel's. She held his balls in one hand, while her other hand playfully stroked his throbbing shaft. Then she leaned over it and gave the head of it a kiss. Joel wasn't expecting her to do that and his ass lifted up from the couch.
"Relax," Marion said after she ran her tongue over it a few times. "This thing is ready to erupt at any second. It will blast off before I even have a chance to get my clothes off. I'm going to settle you down a little." She kissed it a few more times, then added, "Even if I have to blow you three or four times."
"You'd do that for me?" he panted.
She gave a little laugh and said, "If I didn't want it between my legs so bad, I wouldn't mind spending most of the night sucking this beautiful thing."
Those loving lips of hers slipped over the head of his dick and what she did after that had him going nuts. She really knew what to do when she got her mouth on a guy's dick, Joel noted. His mother did a pretty good job of sucking his cock, and so did several women in his neighborhood, but Marion made them all seem like beginners. She knew more ways to please and tease a prick than a two-dollar whore.
"Ohhh.. .you're really good," Joel moaned happily.
Her teeth, tongue and lips worked over his manhood until his load was boiling in his balls. She gripped the base of his cock tightly and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. He blasted off and his load of cream hit the back of her throat. That was just for starters. She sucked him off a second time, and then a third. It took him a while to catch his breath. When his vision cleared, she was standing in front of him, naked.
"You're as bad as my husband," she teased. "After I suck his cock, he's ready to roll over and go to sleep."
He knew she was putting him on. She could see his pecker had risen back up into a solid upright boner. And she could tell by the way he was staring at her jiggling boobs and hair-fringed pussy how much he wanted to get at her.
"Don't you worry about me sleeping," he told her. "The sight of you naked has me fully awake."
He yanked off his shoes and socks, then pulled his feet free of his bunched up pants and undershorts. Then off came his shirt and he, too, was naked. He leaped to his feet and gathered her into his arms, flattening her tits against his chest as she rubbed her pussy up and down on his hard boner.
"Where do you usually fuck a lady when you bring her home?" she asked.
"Between her legs," Joel replied.
"Very funny," she chuckled politely. "Here on the couch? Or do you take her up to your bedroom?"
"I let her choose," he told her.
"Let's go to bed then," she said. "I want a lot of room to roll around with you. And I've already decided, honey, that I'm going to roll around with you all night. Her hand closed around his dick and she added, "This thing is so big, it will probably take you all night just to get it in."
"If it does, since tomorrow is Saturday, I'll keep you here all day and fuck you silly."
Not to be outdone, Marion said, "If you do, I'll phone my husband and tell him I won't be home Sunday either."
"That's a deal," he told her, his fingers exploring the crack of her ass.
"I like the way you talk," she said. "If you can keep me happy all weekend, then you're my kind of guy."
Joel laughed. "Lot of good that will do us, since you're married and can never be my woman."
"That's all right, dear," she cooed. "If you like the pussy you get tonight, and I like how you handle yourself when you're in bed with a hot woman like me, we'll get together whenever we want to."
"You mean I'll be your steady secret lover?"
"That's it, love. You get the best of it. A secret lover gets all the pussy he wants, while a husband pays the bills."
"Sounds good," Joel chuckled as he led her upstairs with his hand exploring her undulating ass while she held onto his prick.
As soon as she stretched out on the bed, he climbed over her. She took hold of his cock with one hand, parted the lips of her pussy with the other and said, "Take it easy going in."
"Damn, you're tight," Joel gasped as his prick moved slowly into her cunt.
"Isn't that interesting?" Marion said with an impish smile. "My husband complains that my pussy is kind of loose. Actually, it's just that your cock is so big. After it's been in me all night, my twat will be so stretched that, when my husband crawls between my legs, he'll fall right in."
Conversation ceased then and they began fucking.
"Mmmmm.. .yes, do it, darling," she whispered in Joel's ear as she wriggled around beneath him, feeling his awesome hunk of meat stretching her pussy. "I want your lovely big, long cock. Ease it up in there. As soon as it's in, all the way to your balls, I'll show you how good I can make it for you. You lit my fire and now you're really in for it."
She moaned excitedly and wrapped her legs about him, her heels digging into his humping butt. She was soon giving him the most heavenly sensations a man could get from a loving woman. Marion was getting some of those nice feelings herself. What joy it was to feel his awesome prick as it moved back and forth in her hot pussy.
"Ohhh, so nice.. . " Joel groaned.
"Yes, darling," Marion purred. "Isn't it wonderful being joined together like this? The pleasure is so intense."
She started climaxing when she felt Joel's driving prick buck and jerk, then spew out its load of cream. He was hunched over, sucking on one of her tits while he pounded her pussy with his cock. She held him tightly with her arms and legs. He held her by the cheeks of her ass and they both went wild.
When it was over, they rested, but not for long. He fucked her a second time and then a third. At nine o'clock, she reached for the phone on the bedside table and phoned her friend Laura.
"Darling, can I count on you to do something for me?" she asked. "I'm going to phone my husband and tell him I won't be home tonight. I'm going to tell him I'm spending the night with you, okay?. . .Thanks, I knew you'd back me up. He may call you, just to check on my story."
There was a long pause while Marion listened to what Laura was saying. Joel was sucking on her tits and playing with her pussy.
Then Marion chuckled and said, "Oh, honey, I'm having the time of my life. This guy is really something. I'm glad I was in your car and you were driving. If it had been my car, I'd have been driving and you would have been on the passenger side. Then you'd be in this bed instead of me. And frankly, my love, I doubt if you could stand it. This guy has a whang on him like you wouldn't believe."
She laughed, talked a few minutes more, then hung up.
"Thanks for the build-up," Joel said.
Between kisses, she said, "Laura is dying to meet you. I think I got her hot for you. But remember, I saw you first."
They fucked again. Then Marion phoned her husband. While she was talking to him, Joel was still on top of her, sucking on her tits, his cock still deep in her cunt.
"Hello, dear," she said. "I just called to tell you I won't be home tonight. What am I up to? Well, I met this real groovy guy and for the past three hours he's been screwing me like crazy. I honestly believe he's going to fuck me all night long. He can't seem to get enough of me. Will it be all right with you if I let him fuck me up the ass?"
Joel thought for a moment he was going to have a heart attack. As if it wasn't bad enough that she had phoned her husband while he was still on top of her, his prick still in her cunt, she had to tell him what he was doing with her. Then he realized her husband would never believe her. He would naturally think she was putting him on. Of course. The best way to hide something was to lay it right out there. Joel heaved a sigh of relief.
"You what? Oh, you already phoned Laura. She didn't tell me. You talked to her, I guess, while I was in the bathroom.
Well, all right, so we're spending a quiet evening talking girl talk and gossiping about who's fucking whom. But one of these nights I'm going to meet a stud and spend the night with him. I promise. Good night, dear."
She hung up the phone, looked at Joel and rolled her eyes. "He called Laura right after I talked to her. That was close. She told him I was in the bathroom and couldn't come to the phone. I expected any minute he'd ask me to put Laura on the phone. Then what would I have done?"
The phone call was soon forgotten, because Marion and Joel were fucking again.
Joel had been Marion's secret lover for six months. As such, she just naturally assumed he was faithful to her. like she was supposed to be faithful to her husband, but wasn't. Her belief that her pussy was the only one Joel was getting, was based on the fact that he fucked her so often. No man could possibly handle more pussy than she was giving him, she told herself. How little she really knew her secret lover.
She probably would have freaked right out if she could have known that every night Joel got into bed with his mother and fucked her. True, Nora Denner, at 40, was a very beautiful woman, who didn't look a day over 30, and she had a body on her that would turn any young man's prick into a shaft of solid oak. But Marion, like most people, never dreamed a young man would ever do anything naughty with his own mother, or that a woman would have the hots for her own son. Though Joel lived with his mother and they had the house all to themselves, it never occurred to her, or anyone else, that Nora would make the most of that opportunity by allowing her adoring son to soothe and satisfy her urgent sexual needs.
Nor did Marion suspect that Joel went after and got all the pussy he wanted from other women, including her closest and best friend Laura.
Laura knew her friend had a secret thing going with Joel. She acted like she had found the most satisfying stud in the whole world, which caused Laura to believe her young lover had something inside his pants that was really special. So it didn't take her long to let Joel know that whenever her husband wasn't around, her pussy was available.
After that, Laura had herself a secret lover too, the same one that her friend Marion had and thought was all hers.
Laura was unique in the respect that she was the only woman Joel fucked who was giving him problems. She was forever complaining that he wasn't interested in her for herself.
"All you care about is my pussy," she told him. "Whenever we're alone, all your attention is on my cunt, like I'm not even here."
Joel knew that wasn't true. He spent plenty of time on her ass and her tits.
"You don't appreciate my mind," she went on. "You never talk to me about things that are really important in life. There's more to living than sticking a prick into a pussy, you know."
Joel would just smile, give her some loving, and before long they were fucking again. He knew she was probably right, but he wasn't one to notice if a woman is intelligent when she has a terrific pair of legs, a sensational ass, a hot pussy and a pair of boobs that made him want to bury his face between them and stay there forever.
Laura wanted to speak words of wisdom to him, but that wasn't easy with his cock stuffed in her mouth. Joel could admit to himself that they did have a problem, though. They got along great most of the time, because most of the time his cock was in her pussy, when it wasn't in her mouth. The trouble was, when they were through fucking, Joel couldn't find anything to talk to her about.
But she did manage to talk him into taking night classes, the course Women and Their Place In Society. Joel didn't mind. He liked studying about women. He'd been studying women for years, ever since he got his first piece of ass from the woman next door and then kept on fucking her whenever her husband wasn't home.
He studied his mother too, when she was naked, in very room of the house. He studied her when he lay on top of her on the couch, and when they were in bed together at night.
He also studied other women, lots of them. One of the first things he found out about them was that older married women were usually surprisingly easy to fuck. They weren't about to pass up a chance to make it with a horny young stud like him when hubby wasn't home. Near as Joel could tell, all they wanted from him was a good, sound fucking, which they always got. Not one of them asked him if he loved her for her mind.
The evening class he attended focused on women's issues. The instructor was Mrs. Smith, who was not only a good-looking woman in her late thirties, but she had a body on her that was outstanding. Joel couldn't decide which to admire most, her lovely legs, superb ass or luscious tits. It was a safe bet that there wasn't a male in the classroom who didn't have a hard-on. Joel had one. He wanted to fuck Mrs. Smith so bad.
He stayed after class to talk to Mrs. Smith. As they discussed his problems with the course, he couldn't help staring at her boobs. She noticed that, smiled and suggested that when they were alone like that, he could call her Helen.
"I don't really understand what constitutes sexual harassment," he told her. "I mean, when it is and when it isn't."
Helen smiled and he noticed she didn't miss the fact that the front of his pants was sticking out like a tent. It looked to him like she actually jiggled her boobs on purpose, to see if his bulge would get any bigger. Or maybe tear its way out of the front of his pants.
"Let me give you an example," she said. "When the person who initiates the sexual contact is in a position of authority over the other person, then sexual harassment is a good possibility."
"I still don't understand," he said.
She gave a little chuckle and said, "Well, since we're alone and our conversation won't be overheard, I suppose I can be more specific. Let's take us, for instance. I'm your instructor, so if I were to fondle your cock and you didn't want me to, that would be sexual harassment. If you wanted me to be playing with your dick, it wouldn't be."
He was startled at the explicit language she used, but grinning at her, Joel said, "I can't imagine me not wanting you to play with my dick. I'd like nothing better than for you to do that."
"Please, let's stick to the subject," she said coolly. But Joel noticed her cheeks were flushed, a sure sign her pussy had heated up.
"Well, anyway, you've made it clearer," he said.
"I'm glad, but let's make sure you understand fully the subtle difference here," she went on. "Now then, if I told you I'd give you an A if you fucked me, that would really be sexual harassment."
"I'd gladly do that, even if you didn't give me an A," he told her. "I'd like to do that very much."
"I was explaining how that would be sexual harassment," she said patiently.
"Maybe it wouldn't be," he replied, believing they were coming closer to an understanding. "I doubt if you'd make an offer like that if you weren't certain I wanted that as much as you did. So, knowing how much I wanted to fuck you, you probably made that offer because you knew I wouldn't have the guts to do anything about it if you didn't give me a little bit of encouragement."
"That's a good point," Helen chuckled. "You're a very clever young man."
"So if each of us knows the other one wants it, you can go ahead and suggest it and sexual harassment doesn't enter into it at all," he said.
Helen gave him a lewd smile. "Well then, in that case, how about it, honey? You want to find out how hot I am for a good-looking stud like you? And how good I can make it for you?"
"Right here and now?" he asked.
She laughed. "Good heavens, no. It's too risky. You think I want to get caught with my panties on the floor and my legs wrapped around one of my students?"
"Okay then, where and when?"
"How about my place? I live about a five-minute drive from here, and my husband is out of town for the next three nights. You want to spend the night with me?"
"This is Friday. Since your husband isn't home, I'd like to spend the weekend with you."
"It's a deal," she said. "But it's only fair to warn you, once you light my fire, I'm a lot of woman for any man to handle. My husband-likes to get away for business, just so he can rest up."
"He'll sure be surprised when he comes home on Monday and finds you all pooped out," Joel told her.
She laughed. "Honey, I hope I'm pooped out on Monday.
"I'll try my best," he said bravely.
"Just so you know what you're getting into," she said.
As soon as they were in her home with the door closed and locked behind them, Helen leaped into his arms and lay a long, hot, passionate kiss on him. He kissed her right back, with his hands holding her by the cheeks of her sweet adorable ass.
As they sat together on the couch, he tugged her sweater up over her head and removed her bra. Her full, fleshy tits were almost perfectly rounded. He sucked on one fat nipple while his fingers teased the other. He devoured her boobs until she sailed off into her first orgasm.
While she was recovering from that, he ran his hand under her skirt, feeling along her inner thighs to the crotch of her panties. He could feel the heat of her pussy as he gently rubbed it. The crotch of her panties was soon wet with her secretions of sexual arousal. He tugged the garment down her legs and, while she flicked them aside with a toe, he slid a finger into her cunthole.
"Oh, honey," she moaned. "You really know how to go after a woman's goodies."
If he hadn't been so busy fingering her cunt, kissing her face and loving up her tits, he might have told her he had something going for him that her husband didn't have. After a few years of marriage, some husbands get out of the habit of making love to their wives. Joel spent a lot of time doing what he was doing and it made Helen feel really special.
"Let's get undressed," she whispered after the third time she climaxed.
When they were naked, they stood there with their arms about one another, hugging and kissing, she holding onto his upright boner and he with his hands on both cheeks of her bare ass.
Then they went upstairs to her bedroom and rolled around on the bed.
Helen spread her legs and he crawled between them, like it was the most natural thing in the world for a young guy to be on top of his teacher, a married woman whose husband was out of town on business. He teased her twat by rubbing the head of his dick back and forth along the moist lips of her pussy. He did that until she told him to stop fooling around and take care of her.
"What you're doing is naughty, teasing me like that," she giggled. "Now shove it up in there. At the rate you're going, the weekend will be over before you get it in."
"You're really hot for it, aren't you?" he said, grinning down at her. "All right, brace yourself. Now I'm going to show you some real excitement."
She wriggled around beneath him as he buried his thick solid shaft in her cunthole.
"Mmmmmm.. .that's more like it," she purred.
"That what you want?"
"Yes. Now I can show my favorite student how good I can make it for him when he's screwing his teacher."
She moaned excitedly and wrapped her legs about him, her heels digging into his humping butt. It was the most heavenly sensation a guy could ever experience. What joy it was to feel his prick moving back and forth in her hot, tight cunt.
"Ohhh, Helen, this is so nice.. . " he groaned.
"Yes my love," she purred. "It feels so good, being joined together like this. A teacher and her student can have such good times when they're in bed together. This is what I wanted from the first moment I saw you in my class."
"Is that what a teacher thinks about when she stands in front of her class?" he asked, keeping a steady humping rhythm going as she wriggled beneath him. "She looks the guys over and wonders what it would be like to be fucked by them?"
"Yes," she giggled. "She picks out a stud she could really get hot for, like I did with you. Then she wonders if he'd be more fun to have in bed with her than her husband."
She started climaxing when she felt his deeply buried prick buck and jerk, then spew out its load of cream. His face was pressed onto one of her tits, the nipple thrust into his mouth. He held her firmly by the cheeks of her ass while he pounded his prick into her. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly about him.
When it was over, they rested, but not for long. Helen intended to make the most of the fact she had this handsome stud's cock and the whole weekend to enjoy it. He fucked her a second time and then a third. They fucked throughout most of the night, like a pair of newlyweds on their honeymoon.