Chapter 4
"It already feels incredible," Greta murmured, giving a tiny push at him with her generous hips. As he had with almost all his casual encounters, Fred rubbed the head up and down, making short jabs between her lips but not actually pushing in.
Greta moaned at him to start fucking. Instead, he angled his prickhead to rub it around the brownish, wrinkled skin around her hairy labia. He jerked his dickhead to the top of her slit, pressed hard against where he guessed her clit would be, then he ducked his cock down and shoved the head between her cunt lips.
Moving much faster than he thought a woman her size could, she shoved her pussy at him, hard enough to get his prick in whether he wanted it there or not. That wasn't really the question, though. Grabbing his bare sides, Greta pulled Frank down on top of her.
One jerk of his hips was all it took to get the entire length of his prick in her pussy. Her breasts pooled against his chest, and he worked a hand between them to seize one as he jammed his lips against her mouth.
Greta thrust her tongue between his teeth and
he sucked it greedily as he worked his hips around in a slow circle. The loose, wet feel of her pussy made his cock tingle electrically, and the press of her meaty labia against his tightened scrotum made their screwing even hotter. Even with his fingers fully spread, her breast covered his hand, and the soft flesh slithered around her fingers as he sought out her nipple.
Her soft thighs grazed his hips as she raised her legs, pulling her tongue out of his mouth to grunt as she crossed her legs over the small of his back. Fred pulled his hand off her breast and slid it under her ample buttocks. Greta pressed down on his hand, squeezing him tightly with her thighs.
Suddenly, she began to rock back and forth and make soft, hoarse sounds. Fred felt her pussy flesh grip his wrapped hard-on, felt her fingers dig into the skin of his back as she squeezed his waist even harder. He started pumping hard, letting the cum rush into his cockshaft. As her copious arousal fluids soaked his cock hair and balls, his cum roared into the tip of the condom.
Greta bucked up at him a few times, then remained still, breathing hard. Fred felt his cock start to soften, and he pried her legs up to slide out from between them. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he snapped off the condom, put it in a paper bag and put the bag in his suitcase.
The older woman let out a satisfied sigh and remained flat on her back, her legs spread enough to show the wet reddish pink of her just-fucked gash. Looking at him querulously, she asked, "Do
you collect those things?" She frowned and closed her legs.
Fred winced. "No, Greta. Come on. I mean, suppose your husband what's-his-name found it in the garbage? You're not the first married woman I've had sex with besides my wife, of course."
"Yeah, that was kind of stupid," she grinned sheepishly. "Why did I get that weird thought?"
Fred shrugged and laid down next to her. Absently draping a hand over her breast, he replied, "Who cares? It's a weird night, I guess."
Greta said she agreed and stared reluctantly down at Fred's soft prick. "I'd better wash up and go," she said. "I'd love another fuck or two, but...."
"Believe me, I know," Fred answered, glancing at the phone. There was a chance his wife might call again, and he didn't want Greta in the room while he was talking to Marie.
The older woman got off the bed, and Fred gazed at the wide girth of her bare buttocks as she pulled her nightgown back on. Full-figured women always held a certain erotic fascination for him, but so did the lean hardness of his small-breasted wife.
Greta leaned over to kiss him, and he gently fondled a large breast through the cotton of her nightgown. Bidding him good night, she darted out of the room. The erotic movie was still playing. Fred glanced once at the naked and far too perfect redhead prancing around, yawned, and turned off the set.
What counted, he decided, was the way the woman could fuck.
As administrative assistant to the head of a dance and exercise studio, Marie Joseph could choose either free dance lessons or free yoga classes as a fringe benefit. She originally settled on the yoga, simply because it sounded more exotic. One look at the instructor told her that she had another, even better, reason.
Her workday ended at three, then she headed over to the yoga rooms. There was a small dressing room with lockers off to one side of the large, square room. It was sometimes used for dance classes, so there were mirrors and barres on the walls. Thick, comfortable mats covered the floor.
As always, Marie was the first to arrive. Craig Charles, the tall, well-muscled yoga instructor, flashed her a lusty grin. "Do you have time to stay after class?" he asked.
Gazing at the way his tight T-shirt hugged his muscles and letting her eyes wander down to the crotch of his shorts, Marie said, "Oh, maybe a few minutes or so." She opened the door to the dressing room, and Craig stepped behind her. "Ah-ah, no peeking," she giggled, slamming the door shut behind her.
The night before, Wednesday, she'd called her husband, Fred, hoping for a little phone sex. Her session with Joy and Sally left her only temporarily satisfied, and she was horny again by the time she got home. Fred sounded tired, though, and begged off talking dirty for that night.
Marie was hornier than ever when she awoke the following morning. She got herself off by applying the shower spray to her black-haired pussy, then a busy workday kept her mind off her lust until she went for her yoga lesson.
And what would come afterwards. As she unbuttoned her blouse, another woman in the class came in. She nodded hello to Marie, then pulled her dress off. Marie caught a glimpse of the woman's bare skin in the mirror, and she immediately recalled the lesbian action she'd seen on Joy's porn tape.
Puzzled with herself for thinking about it, she unhooked her bra and hung it up. Her hanging, tear-shaped breasts swayed as she bent to step out of her skirt, and she felt a pang of lust as she pulled down her panties and saw her pussy come into view.
She stumbled as she stepped into her leotard, making her turn in the direction of the other woman. She'd just taken off her panties, and Marie noticed that she had very little pussy hair. Her labia was clearly visible under the wiry brown patch, and Marie looked down at herself.
Obviously, she was much hairier. Her black pubic hair formed a sloppy triangle, a few strands creeping down either side of her pussy lips. Wondering again why she'd be thinking about such things, she pulled her leotard up. The garment was practically backless, only a thin strip of blue fabric covering her ass crack, and the top revealed the gentle swelling of her breasts.
Lust flashed in Craig's eyes as he surveyed his students. Marie's was the most daring leotard, and she watched his face as he began the day's instructions. Next to Marie, a tall blonde's huge tits seemed to be fighting to climb out of her leotard. She noticed that Craig's eyes didn't linger on the blonde's bust like they did on hers, and she guessed that he preferred small tits.
Like Fred, he loved to handle and play with them and be able to take a good deal of breast into his mouth, not just nipple. She thought of the feel of his hands on her tits, and felt a stirring in her pussy. Not wanting to get wet down there before the class even started, she forced herself to focus on the positions they were being taught that day.
The other student was a rather plump young woman in a stretch leotard. She was big-breasted like the blonde, and Craig paid only minimal attention to her body. The day's position called for them to be on their backs, their legs up. Marie recalled how she enjoyed being fucked in that position, and tried not to think of a cock going into her cunt as she bent her legs backward and raised her crotch.
She got hornier and hornier as the class proceeded, and the forty-five minutes dragged on like an entire day. Finally, Craig called the session at an end. Winking at him, Marie darted off to the ladies' room while the other two students went into the dressing room.
They were leaving as Marie stepped out. Craig pretended to be preoccupied with one of the mats
until he heard the door close behind them, then he rushed up to it and locked it securely. Marie stepped up to him, turned and rubbed her almost-bare buttocks against his groin. He threw his arms around her, pressing the leotard material against her breasts. Ducking his head down, he kissed the side of her neck.
"Ever do it standing up?" he said, dabbing his tongue tip at the shell of her ear.
"No, but I'll do it anyway you want," Marie purred. "Make me naked, okay?"
Giving her breasts a squeeze, Craig took hold of the shoulder straps and pulled them down. Marie trembled with lust, staring at herself in a mirror as he slowly dragged the blue garment down her body. Uttering a sexy grunt, he let go of the garment and shoved his hands under her tits.
The small, tear-shaped boobs all but disappeared between his fingers. He closed thumb and forefinger over her lean, light-pink nipples, felt them stiffen, then seized her garment and dragged it down to her feet. Immediately, he slipped a hand between her thighs and jammed his sweaty palm over her sex as he pressed his mouth against hers.
Marie squeezed his hand between her thighs, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her breasts rubbed against the thin cotton of his T-shirt, and she could feel the heat of his body on her bare nipples. Her cunt juice oozed out over his palm. She let him suck her tongue for a moment, then snapped her tongue back and stepped away from
him.
"Let me see you," she murmured, unbuckling his belt. Craig yanked off his T-shirt and tossed it aside. Marie kissed his tiny masculine nipples, then yanked his pants and briefs down. She knelt to drag the garments off his feet, then rose up on her knees to press her mouth firmly against his cock and balls.
"Your prick is so cute," she purred, rubbing a fingertip along the shaft of his short, fat penis. "Just let me have a taste...." Opening her mouth wide, she sucked his half-hard dick between her lips and felt it swell and stiffen.
Access to medical records told her he was safe, and she knew she was. Also, she was on the pill, so there was no need for a condom. Other than Fred, he was the only man whose cum she felt safe to swallow. As his prick filled her mouth, she felt her cunt lips swell and ducked a hand between her legs. She laid two fingers along her cunt lips, squeezing them together as she began to bob her head back and forth.
Craig trembled above her, his strong hands on her smooth, bare shoulders as she sucked hard. Straining her cheeks to open her mouth wider, she thrust her head forward and felt his cock hair graze her nose as his cockhead reached almost to her throat.
His prick started to throb, straining her cheeks more as it grew even thicker. A little frantic tongue work had his erection jerking back and forth, then she felt the warm, wonderful sensation of cum spurts shooting into her mouth. She
continued jerking her head back and forth, thin rivulets of semen running down the corners of her mouth as she struggled to swallow as much as she could.
With a hoarse grunt, Craig dragged his still-spurting prick out of her mouth. One last, long cum shot hit the mat as his cum ran down Marie's throat. He took a moment to catch his breath, then he seized her by her bare hips as she got to her feet.
Marie squealed with delight as he lifted her, carrying her over to where he had three or four mats piled one on top of another. He lowered her gently, pressed her ass against the soft cotton, then gripped her ankles and raised her legs to make her flop over on her back.
Craig dropped to his knees as he spread her legs apart. Flattening himself out on his stomach, he jammed his face against her pussy slit and thrust his tongue between her cunt lips. Marie squeezed the insides of her thighs against his ears, jerking her ass up and down and massaging his face with her labia.
"I want to suck you some more," she gasped, dragging herself back.
Craig got out from between her legs and twisted around, positioning himself on his side with his groin to Marie's face. She turned over on her side, facing him, and lifted a leg. Craig jammed his face back into her crotch, again thrusting his tongue into her pussy. Marie took the head of his soft cock between her lips and rolled it around, dabbing her tongue tip at the
underside.
Gradually, she took more of it in. Craig was poking his tongue back and forth, rubbing the head over the hot, wet flesh of the interior of her vagina, savoring the taste of her heat. Abruptly, his prick hardened in her mouth, making her jerk her head back in surprise.
The stiff member flopped out from between her lips. "I want to fuck," Marie announced, rolling over on her back to free her cunt from his mouth. "Standing up, like you said."
Craig gave her pussy a hard kiss, then jumped to his feet. Marie reached up to grip his hand, and he helped her to her feet.
"Let's go over here," Craig said, curling an arm around her waist. He pointed to where the wall mirrors joined to form a corner. "We can both see everything, that way. Say, you have time, don't you?"
"The whole afternoon," Marie chortled. "I should say, the whole fucking afternoon."
"Perfect," Craig muttered. "Now, just stand right in front of me and put your arms around my shoulders." Marie's tits pressed against his muscled, almost hairless chest, and she kissed his throat as he firmly grasped her butt cheeks. "Raise your legs-don't worry, I have a good grip on you."
Cautiously, Marie raised her left leg. It was more difficult to raise the right one, and she felt herself sink down a little. He held her firmly, though, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as his cockhead grazed her slit.
"We almost have it," Craig said, his voice strained. "Just let me...." He angled his hips up, lifted her a fraction, and his cockhead popped between her pussy lips. "The angle's not quite right, yet," he muttered, lifting her more and bending his knees.
His cock slid deep into her pussy. "That's right," Marie cried out, feeling her pussy fill with his thick cockshaft. Craig spread her ass cheeks and slid his fingers down her crack, making her cry out again as his fingers touched her butthole. His tightened scrotum pressed roughly against her swollen labia, and her stiff nipples dug into his chest.
"You just stay still," he muttered into her ear. "In this position, I do all the humping."
She started to ask him what he meant, then he pulled her ass cheeks away, making about half the length of his prick slide out of her pussy. He pulled her towards him, and his cock slid back in. Murmuring that she understood, Marie kissed her way up his neck. Craig tilted his head down, and she pressed her lips firmly against his.
Again, his tongue rode into her mouth. Craig shifted her to one side, his cockhead angling right against her G spot. Marie closed her mouth tightly over his tongue, sucking the soft, wet flesh hard. Craig slowly worked his lips around in a slow circle, caressing her tongue with his, then he broke their kiss.
"Look," he said, gesturing with his chin to one of the mirrors. "We can see everything." As he spoke, he pulled her back, making his fat, cunt
juice-soaked cockshaft appear between their crotches.
Marie squealed with delight at the sight of the reflection of his cock halfway in her pussy. "You're right," she said breathlessly. "This is so fucking hot, so fucking good!"
Then her pussy started its orgasmic contractions around his invading member. Craig drew in a deep breath, easily holding back his own climax as the petite married woman thrashed around in his arms. She started humping at him, almost losing the grip of her legs around his waist as a wild climax tore through her. Finally, she kicked her ankles against his butt.
"Put me down," she pleaded. "I feel like I'm going to explode from cumming so much."
Cunt juice ran down her thighs and over his ball sac as he slowly lowered her to her feet. Marie took a few steps back, then let out a loud, satisfied sigh and flopped down on her bare butt.
"You sound like you're all fucked out," Craig said, staring down at the naked, sweat-covered housewife.
"Oh, I don't know," Marie said, gazing up at his still-stiff prick. "I think I have another fuck left in me. Besides, you haven't cum-it wouldn't be fair, would it?"
"No, no it wouldn't," Craig said, reaching down to help her up. "Want to get on top this time?"
"Hmm, no." Marie squinted thoughtfully. "Do me over here-I love it from behind."
She stepped over to a barre, gripped it firmly
and bent over, shaking her naked buttocks at him. Craig got behind her, his cockhead dipping into her ass crack as he laid his hands over her hips.
"You know, you could do me there, too," Marie said, thrusting her ass back at him.
"Hmm...not without lube, Marie. Besides, it gets kind of...oh, I don't want to say it, but-"
"Messy," Marie giggled. "Believe me, I know. Too bad this place doesn't have private showers."
"So, we'll just have to make do," Craig said, bending his knees.
Marie shifted her legs apart and leaned over more, her ass cheeks touching his abdomen as his cockshaft glided between her thighs. Taking one hand off her hips, he curled two fingers around the base of his prick and poked the head at her low-hanging slit. For a small woman, she had rather large labia, and they were clearly visible under the round, tight mounds of her buttocks.
So, it was fairly easy for him to guide his prick between them and into the sizzling softness of her pussy. Marie bent almost double as he pushed forward, his fingers still wrapped around the base of his cockshaft. His cock slid in until he felt her pussy lips against his curled-up fingers, then he released his grip and gave one more shove forward.
His cock hair mashed against the bottom of her buttocks. His balls were touching her slit, and he started stroking slowly back-and-forth. Marie shouted, "Come on!" and thrust her butt back at
him, then pulled away until only his cockhead was in her.
Craig immediately thrust forward hard, burying all of his short, fat erection in her twat. They began a rapid back and forth pumping motion, Craig pulling back as she shoved her ass at him and Marie pulling away as Craig thrust forward. Completely hazed over with lust, Craig lost the rhythm and drew back as she drew away from him.
Before he could grab hold of it, his cock popped completely out of her pussy. "Shit, put it in, I'm almost ready to cum," Marie urged him. Craig thrust forward just as she shifted in what she thought was the right direction, and the precum-coated tip of his cockhead butted against a cunt lip. He shifted, she did, and instead of going into her slit, his cockhead butted into her other labia.
"This is pretty hot," Marie gasped, "but I still want it in my pussy."
"So do I," Craig responded with a grunt. "Just stay still and let me do the work."
Gripping the base of his dickshaft again, Craig guided the head between her cunt lips. As his cock slid in, he reached around Marie and laid his hand over her black-haired pussy mound. He pressed down as his pubic hair again touched her butt cheeks, and he spread his fingers, seeking the top of her slit.
Her moan told him he'd found it. Scissoring the wrinkled private flesh between two fingers, he stroked gently back and forth. Her pussy was
already starting to churn around his dick, and it hugged his stiff member tightly as a fast and furious orgasm overtook her. Gripping the barre so tightly her knuckles were white, Marie let out a series of short moans and gasps as she humped back and forth.
Finally, she slowed, slumping down a little. Craig paused, his cock still in her cunt. "Want another?" he asked softly.
"Yeah, yeah, in my cunt," Marie said through deep breaths. "Go ahead."
Angling his cock to the left, Craig began stroking hard. His cockhead rode right over her G spot, and she moaned loudly as her cunt again churned madly around his invading, pumping hard-on. He felt the cum rush into his cockshaft and started stroking hard, and just as the first spurt was about to erupt from his cockhead, he pulled out.
Marie spun around, taking his cock in both hands and kneeling before him, opening her mouth as a long stream of cum shot out of his prickhead. It hit her chin, then she shoved his spurting cock into her mouth and sucked until his load was bulging out her cheeks.
Some of it spilled over her chin as he pulled his softening prick away. The rest she swallowed, licking her lips greedily and rubbing the cum off her chin.
"That was quite a workout," Craig said as Marie got to her feet. "Maybe you'll let me introduce you to tantric yoga-sex yoga, you know."
"Do they teach that here?" Marie looked
surprised.
"No, at my place," Craig smiled. "When you can get away for a whole day, of course."
"I don't know when that will be," Marie frowned. "Maybe sometimes. Anyway, how's Gerri?" Marie inquired about Craig's wife.
"These days, she's pretty happy," Craig said. "Got a bright class of dumb students-that's how she put it. How's Fred?"
"On the road, as usual," Marie sighed. "Taking orders, sleeping in motels."
"Do you think he's sleeping around?" There was a mischievous twinkle in Craig's eye.
Marie sensed that he was kidding her and replied in mock seriousness, "Gee, I never thought to ask. How about Gerri? Think she's stepping out on you?"
"I forgot to ask, too," Craig replied. "I doubt it, though. Schoolteachers-special education types-are a pretty staid bunch."
"Are you telling me she doesn't give you enough?" Marie turned to head for the dressing room, accidentally-on-purpose brushing the back of her hand against his prick.
"I meant, staid outside the bedroom," Craig laughed. "Oh, we fuck plenty. It's just that, that-"
Before he could find the word he was looking for, Marie cut in, "Just that you can never get enough, right?"
"Yes, just like somebody I know very well," Craig laughed, darting up behind her and swiping his hand over her butt cheeks.
Marie squealed delightedly and darted into the
dressing room, turning to stick her tongue out at him as she closed the door behind her. Craig scooped up his discarded clothing, then waited until she emerged fully dressed before unlocking the studio door.
They exchanged one last, lingering tongue kiss, then Marie said she had to go.
"I won't be in tomorrow," Craig said. "Maybe we can get together this weekend? You know, you call me."
"You'd better not call me," Marie said sharply. "Even when Fred's not around...but there's Gerri...look, just get in touch with me here, okay? If something turns up, I'll let you know."
And I hope you 're sticking to your promise to keep it casual, she thought as she left.
What the hell, though. If things really got out of hand, she could always find another outside lover. She thought of the woman in the dressing room again, wondering why the image stayed in her mind as she got into her car.
Meanwhile, across town, the last classes of the day were coming to an end at a local community college. Gerri Charles watched the last of her students file out, then as planned, Carl closed his classroom and came into hers.
"How was your day?" Gerri asked, scooping up some papers and shoving them into her bag.
"Kind of rough. They weren't with me today, at all."
"Oh? Mine were really nice. Anyway, about-" Carl sighed. "Joanne is working at home today, so my place is out."
"Yeah," Gerri said. "And Craig said his late classes might cancel out, so there's no telling when he'll be home."
"It looks like we're stuck," Carl said mournfully.
"Not necessarily." Gerri squeezed her legs together, feeling an extra pang of lust. "Are any of the arts and crafts groups still going?"
"No, they finished at two," Carl frowned. "What are you getting at?"
"Well, no one will be using the crafts storerooms," Gerri smiled.
"You mean in there?" Carl's eyes widened. "Won't it be uncomfortable?"
With a note of impatience in her voice, Gerri replied, "Some might call it that. Others would say it's erotic."