Chapter 1
In the senior class at Wayford Corners High, Marc Stevens had it made. When it came to pussy, the 19 year old was getting more than his fair share. He didn't get it all from the same girl either, but from most of them. When each girl got a case of the hots and wanted a guy to put his mouth or his cock between her legs, Marc was always her first choice. Even ahead of her boyfriend.
like Sonya Adams, for instance. She went after Marc's cock like a dog goes after a bone. She had him fucking her whenever they had a chance to be alone together. But she wouldn't allow her boyfriend Harlan to get his hand even near her tits or her pussy. Harlan was convinced she was highly moral and untouchable, and Sonya wanted him to go right on thinking that.
So she had the reputation, along with a dozen others, of being one of the town's good girls, while secretly enjoying the feel of Marc's big, long, thick boner being buried deep in her cunt and sometimes down her throat. Marc had a thing for female pussy and was a devoted face fucker. But Sonya and the others didn't mind that in the least.
Marc's senior year began with him thinking it couldn't get any better than this, but it did. He met Cathy Turner. Her parents moved to town and Cathy was to take her final year and graduate at Wayford Corners High.
Cathy was a beautiful girl and the sexiest thing on two feet. She appeared to be one of the good girls. She had a neat way of glaring disdainfully at any guy who tried to make a pass at her, and make him look like a complete asshole or worse. It wasn't that she was above fooling around with the guys, but she had already picked out the one she wanted-a handsome young stud named Marc Stevens.
A school holiday came along. Cathy's parents were both at work and she was home all by herself. With only the faintest of hopes, Marc went over to her place after having made certain Cathy was home and her parents weren't.
He didn't think he had a snowball's chance in hell of getting into her panties, but he planned to do his best anyway. Who could say when he might get lucky?
What he didn't know then was that Cathy had already gone all the way with two boys from where she had lived before. The first guy had gotten cold feet after the first time he fucked her. He was convinced he'd committed a terrible sin, and his only hope of salvation was to never, never do it again for the rest of his life, other than with his wife when he finally got one.
The second guy had a far different outlook on life. He fucked Cathy, thought it was great, and vowed to screw her every day from then on. Unfortunately, his parents caught him the second time he slid his prick into Cathy's hot pussy.
They were so embarrassed they couldn't bring themselves to tell Cathy's parents, who remained blissfully unaware that their daughter had a lustful need for cock. Cathy was then confident she could continue to enjoy getting laid without her parents being the wiser. Now here in Wayford Corners, she'd already decided on which boy she wanted between her legs and then, wonder of wonders, when she looked out the window, she saw Marc coming up to her front door.
As soon as they said hello, she practically yanked him in and closed the door behind them. She led him over to the couch and sat him down. No sooner was she snuggled up beside him and she started throwing hints about what they could do when they were alone like this all day.
Marc was neither dumb, slow, nor honorable. He didn't consider the possible consequences if they were caught. That was her problem. Being honorable didn't get a guy any pussy, and Marc was getting plenty. Even if he didn't manage to get into Cathy's panties, he already had more cunt than he could possible handle.
Had he given each girl in his senior class as much cock as she was willing to take, he'd have had no time to spend on anything else. Well, those girls were going to have to get along on even less, he told himself, because he was sure now he'd be spending most of his time with this sweet creature. He could tell when a girl had an itch between her legs and wanted him to do something about it.
Their arms went about one another and they got into some hot and heavy smooching. Cathy grew hotter and hotter, and so did Marc. Suddenly, the girl removed her blouse and bra, and practically pulled his face onto one of her warm fleshy jugs. He didn't take time to admire each huge, dark nipple which was surrounded in turn by a broad, brown, bumpy cap. He could do that later.
"Suck it!" Cathy hissed, and he took it into his mouth. The brown nub got harder as he licked and sucked on it.
He wasn't sure yet how far she would let him go, but he was in there trying. Cathy was very agile. While he sucked on her boob like a starving man, she slithered out of her skirt and kicked off her sandals. All that kept her from being totally nude was her flimsy see through panties that he now had his hand inside of, reaching for her dark, furry muff.
He got her panties down to her ankles and she sent them across the room with a flick of her toe. Without taking his mouth away from her tit, he undid his pants and dragged them, along with his undershorts, down past his knees and freed of his feet. Cathy was tugging at his shirt. She wanted him naked like she was.
He slid a finger into her pussy and was amazed at how wet she was. If she'd had his face down there between her thighs, he would have to lick frantically to stay ahead of her oozing juices. He liked it when a girl was that hot for him.
He took her hand and placed it on his prick. He expected her to take her hand away, but she didn't. She held it in a firm, gentle grip and began playing with it. She rubbed up and down, not really knowing how to do it, but trying. He put his hand on top of hers and guided it until she was doing it as good as any of the other girls.
He slipped three fingers up inside her. Not just in her slit, but really in. She shuddered, breathed heavier and stopped stroking his cock.
"You might cum this way," she said breathlessly. "And I might too. Let's do something better."
With that, she got to her feet, took him by the hand and they hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She flung herself onto the bed, pulling him down on top of her.
"Ball me!" she said urgently. When he hesitated, she thought he hadn't understood. "Fuck me! Come on, do it to me. Do it!"
She grabbed hold of his cock and guided it to her love hole, and he eased it in. He went in deeper, an inch at a time, while she wriggled her ass beneath him. He was only halfway in when she let out a carnal yell that made his hair stand on end. She went nearly rigid, dug her fingernails into his shoulders and heaved her ass up from the mattress.
He let out a howl of his own as his spurting pecker exploded up her snatch, spraying her tunnel of love with his hot fuck juice, he pained her but good.
Already she was worried that he might quit now that he'd gotten his rocks off. She ground her belly against his and cried out, "More! Do it some more!"
When she felt his prick push in, all the way to his balls, she knew then that more was what she was going to get. Maybe a lot more. His long, thick shaft was stretching her twat and she loved it.
He bit her nipple, not too hard, and heard her moan. But not from pain. He chewed on it while he moved his prick back and forth in her tight, clasping snatch. He drove his awesome erection in and out of her raging cunthole to the lewd and erotic accompaniment of her primitive moans. At first he thought it was just her, then he realized he was moaning too. He fucked her furiously, expertly, driven by a wild urge to possess her beautiful body and her pleasure-giving snatch.
They were both possessed. He slammed his prick into her snatch over and over again. He fucked her through one orgasm after another. He had her thinking she'd found heaven. She had most certainly found herself the lover she had been dreaming about.
They spent most of the day there on the bed, fucking in all kinds of positions. Cathy was stunned at his endurance, his marvelous staying power. When he found himself a pussy, he just didn't quit.
Finally, they went into the bathroom and took a shower together. It was another first for Cathy. She had never taken a shower with a guy before. And she'd never had one back her up against the wall of the shower stall and fuck her standing up. Another first was when he had her turn around with her ass against him and bend over. Then he fucked her doggy-style.
"I wish I could be sure Mom and Dad won't be back in time for supper," she told him after they dressed and she kissed him good-bye at the front door. "I'd keep you here all evening."
They kissed again, pleased that they had fucked all day and gotten away with it. No one would ever know.
Except all the girls in their senior high school class the next day.
Looking back on it. Marc considered his senior years of high school to be the happiest of his life. Mostly because of his hot passionate affair with Cathy Turner. He seldom had time for the other girls once Cathy found out how good it was to have his awesome prick buried deep in her pussy. Then just as they both were beginning to think this was going to go on forever, they graduated. And right after graduation, Cathy's parents went on a tour of Europe and took their daughter with them.
A week after that, Marc found out what it was like to have sex with a married woman. What it was like was very, very nice. From that time on, he had a hot thing going with Mrs. George Latham-lovely 38-year-old Delia Latham who lived just down the street. She was letting him fuck her whenever her husband wasn't home. Not bad for a horny young stud who needed pussy every day.
Lovely Delia never refused him her pussy, because she had a thing for young cock. Especially Marc's big, long, thick one that stood proudly erect whenever he was with her. It never seemed to go limp. The big difference between young Marc and her husband, Delia noted, was that her secret lover was a tireless fucker and her husband was just a tired one.
After their affair had been going on for a month, she phoned him one day, as usual, to tell him the coast was clear. Her husband George had put his golf bag in the trunk of the car and headed for the Country Club. He would be there all day, until it got dark.
This Saturday would be like all the others, Marc thought happily as he stepped up onto the porch. Delia would meet him at the front door, lock it behind him and take him right upstairs to her bedroom. They'd take off their clothes, get onto the bed together and spend most of the day fucking.
Delia was one hot cunt, he told himself. She could take all the cock he was willing to give her, and it amazed and delighted her that he could give her so much.
He knocked and she answered the door wearing just her nightgown. When they were in the hall, he asked, "Did I get you out of bed?"
"Certainly not," she said as she slipped her arms about his neck. "This nightgown hasn't been slept in. I put it on just now, after I had my shower. You know I always have a shower before you come over here. Do you think
I'd let you go near my cunt when its all smelly?"
"Why would your twat be smelly?" Marc asked.
"George fucked me last night, before he rolled over and went to sleep."
"Then I guess you don't need me," Marc teased. "Your needs have been taken care of."
"Yes, what he did took care of me until you got here," she replied, rubbing her pussy up against him so she could feel his upright boner inside his slacks.
"Now I'm ready to play. Let's go upstairs."
Delia's gown concealed very little. As Marc gazed lustfully at her, he could see her full round boobs that were almost bare. And the garment was so short he could see her cunt when she moved her legs. At least he saw her nest of pussy hair. He knew Delia was showing him what she had, to get him even more excited than he already was.
Delia was pretty thrilled and excited herself. Just thinking about how this gorgeous young stud was going to stuff her pussy with his cock all day long, while George was out on the golf course, sent shivers of delight all through her. She felt even more delightful sensations when she thought of what she was going to be doing with him.
As he followed her up the stairs, his hand was up under her gown, his fingers exploring the crack of her ass. In her bedroom, he stripped quickly and stood before her, proud of his naked body and his enormous cock standing stiffly erect. His hand stroked it erotically as he gazed at her.
"Why is your cock sticking up like that?" Della teased.
"I guess it's because you look so good in that flimsy nightie," he replied. "I can see your beautiful tits, Delia. And your cunt. You sure are a sexy looking woman. Especially between your legs."
"That's a terrible way to talk to a lady who's old enough to be your mother," Delia said, pretending to scold. "And you shouldn't be standing in front of me when you're naked either."
"Especially while your husband is out on the golf course," Marc said, stroking his cock and playing with his big hairy balls. "It might look like I'm planning to fuck you while he's away."
"Marc, I'm really shocked at you," Delia said, continuing to tease. "You're a brazen exhibitionist."
"Is my standing naked here in front of you getting you all hot and excited?" Marc asked. "Does it start you thinking about how nice it's going to be, the two of us lying on the bed together, fucking?"
"I was thinking about that from the moment George's car pulled out of the driveway," Delia told him. She patted a spot on the bed next to her. "Sit down here beside me and stop showing off."
Marc seated himself beside her and for a while they chatted pleasantly, both pretending they weren't thinking about having sex with each other. Then their arms went about each other and they did some hot and heavy kissing.
Delia's hand reached for his cock and her fingers entwined about the sturdy upright shaft. While she played with it, Marc felt her thighs and then her cunt.
"Mmmmmm...I sure love your pussy," he murmured.
"I figured that," Delia said. "It's never been neglected since that first time you put your hand on it, when your mother sent you over with the roasting pan she'd borrowed. We sat together on the couch and I let you know I was feeling a little horny."
"After we did some hot and heavy smooching, you offered me your pussy. That was the first time I fucked a married woman. You taught me a lot I never would have learned from younger girls. I want you to know I appreciate it."
Delia laughed. "I know I'm the first married woman you made out with. But don't sell those young girls short. You can't credit me with teaching you everything. I know some of those girls you've been fooling around with, and they're pretty smart young ladies. Especially that Cathy Turner you had a hot thing going with."
"You know about her?" Marc said, looking surprised. "You don't seem upset about it."
"I'm not foolish enough to believe a handsome 19-year-old stud like you can be all mine," Delia told him. "A normal healthy young man can never be content with just one pussy. He has to try out a whole lot of them. Just don't neglect me for the girls you're fucking. As long as I'm getting my fair share, you won't hear me complain."
Marc leaned forward, cupping one of her boobs, and he kissed it lovingly. Then he ran his tongue all over it before he started sucking on the stiffened nipple.
Delia moaned in response to the feel of her young lover's tongue on her boob. His oral caress made her nipple stiffen even more. She held onto his cock, her fingers entwining about it, and she played with it teasingly.
"I love to hang onto your cock. It's enormous. God, if the women in my sorority knew how well you're hung, they'd keep you so busy you'd never have any time for me."
His hand moved around between her legs, teasing and titillating her pussy. While he filled his mouth with her tit, his finger explored the moist warmth of her fuck hole.
"Mmmmmm...that feels nice, honey," Delia cooed. "You know how to get a woman all hot and ready."
For several minutes they teased, kissed, stroked and caressed one another, while their lust and passion grew more intense. Until it was full-blown, rampant, obliterating all other considerations.
Delia couldn't hold out any longer. She felt an urgent need to suck on what she was holding in her hand. Dropping to her knees in front of Marc, she took the head of his prick in her mouth.
After she gave it a few licks and kisses, she slid her mouth off it and said, "I just love the weekends. My husband spends all his time on the golf course and I have such a wonderful time with you, enjoying your lovely big prick."
"I wish George would go out more often in the evenings," Marc said. "Then I could run over here and feed it to you."
"Why don't you come over anyway?" Delia teased. "That would be a real thrill, sucking your cock while George is watching a golf tournament on TV."
"Or reaching for the revolver he keeps handy to stop anyone from getting his wife's pussy," Marc told her.
"Yes, that's just about what he'd do," Delia agreed. "It's really a shame. If he didn't have such a bad attitude, we could work something out. I could invite Sally over from next door and she could keep George busy between her legs, so you could spend the evening fucking me."
"I think I prefer fucking you when George isn't around and doesn't suspect I'm doing it with you at all, if you don't mind," Marc told her.
Delia laughed. "But wouldn't it be fun to have someone watching us while we fuck?"
"Only if they're friendly," Marc replied. "If you want that kind of scene though, invite several of your women friends over here some Saturday, and they can watch us fuck."
"I see. You don't mind women watching you screw, but you don't want a man around."
"That's right, I don't," Marc admitted. "A pal of mine had a bad experience with that. There was this woman he was hot for, and the only way he could fuck her was if her husband was there, watching them. That was his thing. Hers too, I guess. She got a real charge out of the fact her husband was watching her being fucked. But that was the way her husband got his jollies, watching his wife getting it."
"I don't see how that was such a bad experience."
"It wasn't at first," Marc said. "After my pal fucked her pussy, her husband didn't even object when he put his prick in her mouth. But when he finished with her, the husband wanted him to put his prick in his mouth too, and my pal wouldn't do it. He wasn't into that kind of thing."
"Was that the end of it?" Delia asked.
"Not hardly," Marc replied. "She and my pal still get together, only they're careful her husband doesn't find out about it. My pal screws her when he isn't home. He-likes that better, not having the husband sitting there beating his meat while he's screwing his wife."
While Marc was talking, Delia began to suck voraciously on his cock again. While she devoured his meat, she explored the length of his prick with her fingers, tickling and tormenting his balls. The tantalizing teasing of her fingers, along with her sucking mouth, set Marc on fire.
"Oh, Delia," Marc groaned. "Can you ever suck cock! You're sensational. You make me feel great."
Delia pulled her mouth off his prick again and said, "I'm not impressed. I'm sure you say the same thing to every woman who sucks you off. But I'm happy you like it."
She cupped the fullness of his balls while she sucked. She lovingly massaged the shaft of his prick and was thrilled by the power she felt surging within it.
"Oh wow, Delia! You're so good I can hardly stand it!"
"Mmmmmm...I just love this big magnificent prick," she purred, rubbing her mouth up and down the upright shaft.
Marc's body jerked each time her tongue lashed out across the sensitive head. It's touch made fiery caresses along the length of his cock from the head to his balls.
She was worked up too, her body writhing and squirming with her mounting lust and sexual desire.
"Suck it, Delia. Ohhh...that feels good!"
She sucked at it wetly, noisily. Hungry to have more of it in her mouth, she tried to cram as much in there as she could. Marc groaned, staring down at her hair swirling about her head. He gazed at her mouth, stuffed with his boner. He knew there was now way she could take it all, but she was doing her best. She was marvelous, Marc thought. Every bit as good as the others who had sucked him off.
He started moving his hips, rotating them in a way that made his cock ream out her mouth. His hands clutched at her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her face against his crotch.
Slowly and sensuously Delia bobbed on his prick. She slid her mouth back and forth on the heated, throbbing shaft of his cock, edging away until the prickhead was all that was in her sucking mouth. Then she surged forward again.
Marc was wriggling his ass on the side of the bed, matching her cocksucking movements. They were both getting hotter by the minute. Delia reached down between her legs and began fingering her cunt, knowing her young lover was close to shooting off. She wanted to climax along with him.
Arousal flamed in her body. She could feel her cunt throbbing, creaming, and her juices were oozing out. Then Marc's bucking, jerking cock let loose and his hot gushing load flooded her mouth. She swallowed frantically while the intensity of her climax was all but wiping her out.
Delia got to her feet and as soon as she sat on the side of the bed next to him, Marc started kissing, licking and sucking on those luscious boobs of hers. While he was doing that, he fingered her cunt and she soon got awfully wet down there. Not only that, Delia climaxed twice.
It was his turn then to get onto his knees between her legs and he buried his head between her soft fleshy thighs.
"Mmmmm...." Delia purred. "This is one of the fringe benefits of living in this neighborhood-knowing a young man who loves eating pussy."
Marc pressed his mouth right onto her snatch. He gave it a loving kiss and Delia let out a delightful squeal. She soon had her legs draped over his shoulders, her warm smooth thighs holding his head in a vise-like grip. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, keeping him there, while her young lover ate her pussy like he couldn't get enough of it. That sent thrills all through her, because he was getting plenty. She never passed up a chance to shove her twat at him, for him to kiss, lick, suck and thrust his prick into. She moaned and cried out each time he licked her and sucked her into a hot ass-wriggling climax. Each time she got off, she wet his face with her cuntal honey. Marc lapped it all up and each time he did that, it just about freaked her out.
The thing that really thrilled her about her young lover was that he always gave her more than she anticipated. But she knew that each time he came to her house, it wasn't just to get a quick fuck. While he licked and sucked on her pussy, she did everything she knew how to show him how much she appreciated having a skillful lover eating her cunt.
He spent considerable time between her legs, kissing, licking, sucking and slurping up her flowing juices while she was swept through one gut-wrenching orgasm after another. By the time he laid her out on the bed, climbed on top of her and brought the head of his prick to the open lips of her hot juicy cunt, Delia hardly knew what way was up.
But she knew enough to know her young lover's prick was pushing it's way into her cunt and she helped all she could. He went into her slowly, an inch at a time, pushing in and pulling back, then going in again. Delia wriggled her ass in harmony with his thrusting movements while her arms about him held him so tight against her, his chest was flattening her full mounds of soft tittie flesh.
When Marc shot off his load into her snatch, Delia was climaxing too. They put on quite a show. If anyone could have seen them, they would have agreed it was a wild performance.
Their mutual climax didn't even slow them down. It sure didn't slow Delia any. She wanted more. And more was what she got. Marc liked it when he had a good thing like this going for him. He liked the way Delia showed him in every erotic way she could think of how much she enjoyed being fucked by him.
An hour later, they finally lay in a heap of tangled arms and legs, panting and gasping for breath. They rested, then Marc's cock became a long, solid boner again. Delia could tell by the way he looked at her what he wanted next. And she never hesitated when it came to giving this young stud exactly what he wanted. Marc played with his sturdy shaft while she whisked off her nightgown, then got onto her knees by the side of the bed, her head and shoulders resting on the mattress.
Marc got onto his knees behind her and crawled up close, until the head of his prick was probing Delia's pussy from behind. Then he pushed it in and she let out a little cry.
"Relax, Delia," he said excitedly. "I've had it in you doggie-style so many times we've lost count, and I haven't hurt you yet."
"Who's worried?" Delia replied. "I always cry out when you put your prick in that way. You know that."
"Well don't cry out too loud," Marc cautioned. "Your next door neighbor, Sally, is out there puttering in her flower garden, practically under this bedroom window."
"Oh don't worry about her," Delia said. "We're good friends. She won't tell on me."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she knows what's going on in here."
"Good grief! She does?"
"Well, she isn't stupid, darling," Delia told him. "She sees you come over here every Saturday and Sunday as soon as George leaves for the golf course. And you stay in here all day with me, then leave shortly before my husband comes home. She knows I'm getting laid, because that's what she'd be doing if she had a young man in the house with her when her husband wasn't home."
"Well I'll be damned," Marc muttered.
"And when she hears me squealing and shrieking up here in my bedroom, she knows your prick is pumping me and we're having a wonderful time together."
Delia moaned as Marc's prick went deeper into her tight love nest. "But does she know for sure?" Marc panted.
"Well, we were chatting over the fence about a week ago," Delia told him. "And Sally remarked that my young lover must have an enormous cock, because I walk kind of funny after you've been here all day."
"That's neighbors for you," Marc said. "Even in the privacy of your home, they know when you're fucking."