Well, when a woman tells me something like that, no matter how weary I am from just having finished sucking and fucking a very athletic young woman, what do you think I do?
I take off my clothes. When I got my trousers off I saw to my surprise, and Mrs. Hudson's surprise, that there was nothing more to take off.
"My, aren't we bohemian," she said.
"Huh?"
"No underdrawers, Mr. Eastman? That's rather an unconventional habit, I must say."
I had dressed so fast and under such duress when she came in, that I had forgotten to put on my underpants.
"I must have forgotten them this morning." I told her.
"Naughty boy. What would happen if you were in an accident? What would your mother say? There you would be with nothing under your torn pants but your manhood."
"Well," I said. "as long as that wasn't damaged in the accident, I don't really give a shit."
"Heh heh heh," she laughed meaningfully, and I noticed that she was really giving my prick a looking over. She peered at it as if she was figuring on doing a portrait of that alone-which would be different, anyway.
"What's the matter now? " I asked wearily.
"Oh, oh nothing," she mumbled distractedly, still not able to tear her eyes from my prick. "It's… it's so wet."
"Hm!"
She was right. My cock was gleaming with spilt semen, and quite a bit of shiny spew from Sheila's teenage cunt. I tried to wipe it off casually, which is a difficult thing to pull off. Then I straightened up.
"You… you weren't doing anything you shouldn't when I knocked on that door, were you, Mr. Eastman?"
"What are you talking about?" I said guiltily.
"Well, I mean, it does look like you've been, uh, active, recently, and I did hear noises from your office when I was approaching. Was there anyone in there with you?"
"Ha! No, no, of course not, whatever could make you think such a thing! You're imagining things, Mrs. Hudson, and I wish you would stop it."
"Yes, yes… maybe you're right… My, what a large one you have there… so wet… perhaps it needs to be exercised, Mr. Eastman. Do you think so?"
"Oh. I exercise it from time to time."
She wagged a reproving finger at me. "But I don't mean masturbation. Not for a handsome, vital man like you. Why, any woman would be delighted… to have relations with you… why, even me, a married woman."
"Is that, uh… so," I said uncomfortably.
She moved toward me, and I could see her fingers clenching and opening, as if she was getting ready to grab something. I had an idea what that something might be.
Suddenly, the absurdity of it all sent an erotic chill down my spine and I felt it in my cock. Somehow, the prick jumped up spasmodically, growing several inches from its wilted state. I didn't know how to stop such a thing from happening. So I just sighed and wondered what would happen next.
"I think we better get started with the painting now, huh, Mrs. Hudson?"
"Yes, yes…"
Then she took hold of my prick and squeezed it, making it grow several more inches. Suddenly she was holding a good eight or nine inches of thick meat in her hand and pressing on it to make it throb ' anxiously from side to side.
"Yes, I think I'd much prefer a picture of you with your cock all long and hard, Mr. Eastman…"
"But… but that's not how they are in the museums…"
She jerked me back and forth several times, and from somewhere or other a drop of fresh come swelled up out of the head. She smiled at it and jerked some more. There was no stopping her now, nor my prick either, for that matter.
Well, there are certain situations we all come to from time to time, when we can see there is no point in trying to fight the inevitable. In the face of such situations, the best thing to do is relax and enjoy the experience. Tired as I was, I decided to do just that. Besides. Mrs. Hudson did have a rather bewitching pair of tits and a wide, plump ass.
She smiled at me. “This will make a very nice picture, don't you think?"
"But not for your husband," I smiled.
"Oh, he doesn't care. not any more. He only married me to prove to the world that he wasn't queer. Unfortunately, he never proved it to me."
"That's too bad. And I can see that you have a very healthy appetite."
"And no one to feed me," she said sexily, tugging gently but firmly on my thickening prick.
"No one?”
"Oh, the occasional man. Like you. Perhaps you can be more than an occasion, hm? Perhaps we can arrange to meet on a regular basis. It would be rewarding for both of us."
"No doubt," I mumbled, wondering how I could fit her into my already overcrowded schedule.
"Kiss me. Mr. Eastman. Kiss me hard. And then make love to me, hard…"
She squeezed my cock and pulled me closer to her, into her tight, warm embrace.
"All right, I surrender…”
I grabbed her around the waist, then lowered my grip to her wide, fleshy bottom.
"Take me," she said.
I pressed my mouth against hers and she forced her tongue into my mouth. It was very wet and she moved it against the roof of my mouth and over my tongue and teeth. She moaned and her whole body shuddered with the oral contact. My stiff cock bobbed around at her front. We kissed for a few moments, then I got my hands at the waistband of her trousers. I tore them down to her knees in one violent tug. Then I grabbed a handful of panty girdle and ripped that down, too. A full ripe growth of pussy hair gleamed and shimmered at me, jet black, matted down from the pressure of her girdle.
I touched and explored the various folds around her crotch. She was voluptuous all right, with soft, ample flesh and a plump, fat cunt. I touched my cock to the long black hairs sprouting from her mound. The hairs sprang around the cock head and eagerly invited it in. Her pussy was as soft and inviting as a goosefeather pillow.
"Get over there," I said and backed her over to the table she was expecting me to stand on to pose. "That's it. Get back on the table and open your legs…"
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me with that big fat cock of yours, Mr. Eastman!"
"That's what I had in mind, yeah."
I pried apart her fleshy thighs and positioned myself up between them. I gripped her legs, throwing them high into the air, draping them over my shoulders as I crouched into her open middle. I pointed my big, pulsating prick down at her quivering cunt lips. She stopped the nervous struggling she was doing and held her breath, waiting for me to stick my dick inside. For a few seconds more I teased her by rubbing the aching head of my dick around and around outside her wide, wet, shuddering cavern, and this made her dizzy with anticipation.
"God, stick it in, stick it in!"
I hunched up tight against her splayed thighs and I began to push my cock in with all the force I had. She cried out and shook all over as my organ touched base. I pulled out again and shoved it back even rougher.
"Owwwww! Ohhhh! That's good, Mr. Eastman, that's very, very good… do it again!"
I slammed into her again, full force, and dragged my way out against the opposition of her squeezing cunt jaws. When I had withdrawn as far as two inches from my tip, she jumped and wailed loudly.
"Put it back! Put it back all the way, please!"
I pushed in, slowly this time, inch at a time, watching her agonized gestures as I gradually refilled her. I stopped, took a breath, which I very much needed, and then let it whoosh out. All her muscles went limp with my next withdrawal. She was a bundle of nerves. But she opened up and let me in even deeper on the next plunge.
“Oggggg!” she growled. “Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck my hot cunt, Mr. Eastman!"
She reached out to take hold of my shoulders but I eluded her and she ended up with my bare ass instead. She clutched my tensed buttocks with both hands, prying the cheeks apart and sticking her long nails into the valley. Her nails must have been three inches long. I don't know how she could have managed to paint with them. And masturbating must have been a pretty ticklish endeavor for her. She dug these nails into the soft skin of my ass, scratching for blood. She worked them up and down the ridge of thick hairs that grew between my cheeks. But it did have an exciting effect on me. She stretched the hand and clawed with those nails till she was scratching at my anus. I flexed it open and she pushed in. My sphincter tensed wildly, and it made my cock feel an added thrill of excitement. Three inches of painted nail went into my asshole and she turned the finger from side to side, making the sensations increase immeasurably.
"Oh God, baby." I mumbled. "You're really asking for trouble, and I'm gonna give it to you!"
I took a deep, long breath, stretched my muscles above her, and rammed in again. And again, faster, harder, my prick smashing so deeply into her hot hole that I thought I was going to tear right through to her bowels.
"Oh! Oh! Mr. Eastman! You beautiful stud! Yes, yes! That's it, that's good, that feels so good… I'm starting to come now, I am, I am! Ohhhh! My cunt!”
I grunted and drew my yard back. When she felt my cock slipping out of that bubbling quim, she naturally panicked, as they all do, frantically squeezing her cunt jaws together, trying her best to keep my pumping prick within her.
My ass zoomed up and down, my sinewy cheeks spreading and closing on her heatedly exploring fingernails, as I drove my cock in and out of her, again and again. My chest beaded with a sticky sweat and the beads dropped down, splattering on her belly and on the thick growth of black hair above her open, undulating cunt.
I shook and sweated and growled at her. I squeezed at her plump, soft thighs, prying them apart as far as I could manage, giving myself more and more room to lunge in, deeper and deeper against that exploding orifice.
It was quite a bout. My prick was writhing with pleasurable sensation. Each time I rammed into her I felt as if fireworks were going off in my groin. I continued to screw and screw this horny art teacher while gradually my entire body became ignited with an ecstatic fire. The itching, burning sensations rippled through me, right up to my brain, and I realized then that it was only a matter of seconds before I would be shooting my hot juices through her churning insides. My thrusting, pummeling prick smashed in and out at an alarming speed, like an express train, so fast I came close several times to losing my balance and tumbling all over her.
"I’m going to come, Mrs. Hudson," I grunted loudly, plunging and lunging into her boiling mine.
"Yes, yes, now!"
With a crazed shriek she pulled me towards her and threw her cunt up in the air to meet the downward plunge of my prick. With my long, fat piston buried all the way inside her, she began having one hell of an orgasm.
I was coming myself now, but violently working to hold back the actual jism, hanging on cloud nine, in total ecstasy for one sublime second after another.
Her cunt shook spectacularly, the heavy jaws springing open and clamping shut faster and faster around the shaft of my rod. Warm juice flowed from her opening.
"Now, baby, now!" I cried out when I knew I couldn't keep my fluids back any longer.
My heaving prick trembled, from the bulbous tip right down to the dangling balls, and finally the first steaming squirt rocketed into her.
"There, baby! There! Take it up that sweet, wet pussy! God! All of it!"
My prick exploded again and again, filling her hole with a flood of sudsy sperm. There was so damn much of it I was afraid I would cut a canal in that opening. It finally overflowed, pouring out of her flared cunt and running down the crack of her ass as I continued my pumping, still spewing prime, bubbling white stuff. It poured onto my balls, onto the table, down onto the floor, making a puddle of white cream between my feet. And I was still coming.
At last the final ounce made its way up her funnel and I slowly slid back out and dropped my throbbing, spent cock onto the soft pillow of her black bush. I slumped forward and collapsed over her.
"Did you like that, Mrs. Hudson?" I asked. "
"Beautiful… you are an artist yourself, Mr. Eastman… and what a brush you work with!"
When I caught my breath I pushed off of her and got dressed. She wanted to do the painting after all, but I told her I had done my share of modeling for that day.
I climbed the staircase to the ground floor and made my way out to the rear parking lot where I had left my car. I put on the engine and backed out of my space. As I was going down the driveway, I saw something in the rear-view mirror. I turned around and gave it a glance, but there was nothing there then. But something distracted me again as I was pulling onto the road and heading for home. I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. I stretched around and looked back at the floor of the back seat. Two interesting objects were crouched down there in the back.
One of them was Sheila James. The other was a girl named Judy something, from the same class of mine.
I should have known better than to believe Sheila would keep her mouth shut about our relationship. Already she had brought a friend into the picture. And I had little doubt what their plans might be. But I was determined not to be blackmailed into doing anything I didn't feel like doing.
"What's going on?" I asked, turning back to the road before nearly running off of it.
"Shh!" Sheila cautioned me. "Keep driving, don't talk to us. We're all going to your place for a visit, okay?"
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. It'll be fun. Mr. Eastman. Judy here is lots of fun. She fucks even better than I do."
I heaved a sigh and wondered whether I should stop the car and throw them out. It might be hard to explain if somebody saw them now. But then again, did I really want two horny teenyboppers running around my house? I had had a long day teaching and fucking.
Oh well, perhaps I could argue with them once we got inside. I could reason with them.
Ha!
I pulled in the driveway of my house and up flat against the door so we could sneak right in. The girls scurried out and through the door. I followed. They rushed into the living room and made themselves at home.
"Now what is it you girls want me to do for you, anyway?" I asked them.
"We want you to fuck us!" they said in unison, giggling like the little girls they were.
"Well, well see about that. Let me get you something to drink, and maybe you'll have second thoughts, guilty consciences, if you know what such things are…”
I wanted to get them ginger ales, hut they insisted on martinis, doubles. After they finished them, their eyes were swimming. They began giggling foolishly.
"Don't you want to fuck us?" Sheila asked.
"Yeah, sure, maybe later."
But they wouldn't be put off from getting their jollies. If I wouldn't cooperate they had other alternatives. Judy took out two sloppily wrapped cigarettes. They lit the marijuana and took several deep tokes apiece. Then they began to remove their clothes.
In another minute they were both naked. I sat down and watched the show. Sheila cupped her hands on either side of Judy's melon-shaped tits and squeezed them. The nipples became quite stiff. Sheila caught the long left nipple between her teeth. Her fingers, meanwhile, combed through the girl's pubes and down to the open lips of her hole.
They took another toke apiece.
I could see the wetness growing inside Judy's pussy and drops of milky come were dribbling out as her excitement mounted. She groaned loudly as Sheila dipped her tongue down into her pussy and began lapping at it.
"Mmmmm,” she moaned.
Her pink cunt glistened with secretion and clinging saliva. Sheila slipped her hands onto the girl's other tit and brought her mouth slowly towards it. She closed her lips over it and began sucking. She moved her head back and forth on her schoolmate's tit, sucking it intensely. For several minutes she sucked and chewed and licked, the nipples getting swollen to a bright pink color. And all this while she was jamming her hand up the pretty schoolgirl's cunt and grabbing an occasional hit from the joints.
I just sat back an‹l watched it all.
At last it came time for them to reverse positions. Judy's eyes darted to the reddish thatch between Sheila's legs. Sheila opened her legs wide and Judy positioned herself between them. She braced her hands on her thighs and bent her head down to her snatch. Sheila. gasped with delight as she felt the other girl's tongue licking its way slowly up and down the length of her trembling, wet slit.
Sheila gently guided Judy's head up and down. Her tongue began to lap more furiously, burrowing straight through the scarlet-tinged hair and into the gash itself, up to the tingling ruby red clit, and on into the depths of the hole, licking and sucking away voraciously.
"Ohhhhh!" Sheila moaned. "Oh. that's good! Are you watching us, Mr. Eastman? Are you watching her eat my lovely pussy? Isn't it sexy? Don't you want to join us?"
“Yeah, yeah sure," I said. "In a minute or two."
And in fact it was having its effect on me, giving me one stiff, throbbing erection- which I reluctantly took out of my pants and held in my hand.
Sheila spread her legs wider apart and thrust her ass forward, to make it easier for Judy to get her tongue in there. The latter girl's face burrowed closer and closer, until her nose was completely buried in the pretty gash. They were certainly enjoying each other. I had a good idea this wasn't the first time that Sheila had had Judy's tongue wriggling around inside her cunt, licking her, making her come. Well, they had to do something when there were no boys around, right?
I started jerking on my prick as the atmosphere got under my skin, watching these naked teenaged girls, with their cunts open and their juices flowing.
And then Mrs. Hoag came into the room.
She stood speechless for several seconds, staring at the spectacle of her husband's students so strangely occupied, balling each other in my living room. And the spectacle of me, an upstanding teacher, sitting and watching them with my prick out and hard.
"Oh, my God," she mumbled, "what's going on here?"
The girls didn't pay any attention to her.
"Hello, baby." I said. "We're just having a party here. Care to join us?"
"I..I ^never expected this!"
"Go on, take off your clothes and join the fun. I bet you would like to taste young Judy's pussy, wouldn't you?"
She just stared at them and shook her head in surprise.
"God," she said, "you're too much. You go after all of them, don't you?"
“They go after me!" I laughed. "Just the way you did the other night-if you remember."
She inched her way to me, eyes riveted on the two Mountainview girls writhing on the floor, their tongues now in each other's assholes as they moved into the 69 position. When Mrs. Hoag was standing beside me I thrust a hand up her dress. She wasn't wearing any panties, I quickly realized. She had come dressed to kill. And her honeypot was very warm and sticky. It was obvious that she was having one of her horny spells and had come over for my aid and comfort. I pushed my fingers into the wet cunt and worked them around in a circular motion, around and around, making her grind her hips and groan with pleasure. I pushed all of three fingers into that tight, hot quim, and there was room for more.
I moved another hand under her dress, up to the tight curls of her bush. I tugged on them, uncurled several of them, playing with her, making her buck and grind erotically.
I pushed my other hand in deeper, up into that gooey hole. She was ready and I was willing.
"Come on. Mrs. Hoag, straddle me."
"Yes, yes," she muttered frantically. "Stick your dick into me… fill my hot hole!"
She mounted me, grabbing my cock with both hands and pressing the head below the taut labes. Her hole caught me and then she sank down, every inch filling her.
"Ohhhhh! God, that feels good, you can't imagine…"
She began to bounce, slowly, up and down, lifting her cunt up the length of my shaft then dropping back down again, up and down, rhythmically, sensually. Her eyes were closed and she hung her head back, probably not even thinking about me, or caring who I was as long as I kept my long prick hard and let her ride it.
I glanced across and saw that Sheila and Judy were graduating to more esoteric stunts. Sheila was attempting to fist-fuck her friend and already had most of her hand and wrist up Judy's open, aching pussy.
"Oh! Oh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Mrs. Hoag suddenly shouted at the top of her trembling lungs.
"Look. look," Judy whispered. "Look who's here, will you! It's Mrs. Hoag… and Mr. Eastman's fucking her good!"
"Hello, Mrs. Hoag," Sheila said. “That Mr. Eastman, he fucks real good, doesn't he?"
Mrs. Hoag, needless to say, ignored them. She was off on her own voluptuous journey, eyes clenched, nostrils flaring violently, grinding her teeth, wiggling her ass around me, the jaws of her pussy clenching, loosening, quivering all around my hard prick.
And then another visitor entered the room. I looked back and saw him standing in the hallway, eyes wide, fists clenched. It was Mr. Hoag.
"Helen!" he croaked. "Mr… Mr. Eastman! Gaaaa…" He backed out of sight. Mrs. Hoag saw him, trembled, then continued fucking. Her body flushed as her orgasm peaked. She sighed convulsively.
Suddenly, Mr. Hoag came running out of the kitchen, swinging a butcher knife.
"I'm going to kill you! Both of you!" he exclaimed, and ran for us, decapitation obviously on his mind.
I lifted Mrs. Hoag up, till my cock slithered out of her damp hole and dropped her on her pretty ass, right on the floor, blocking Mr. Hoag's attack and tripping him up. They rolled over together.
I quickly examined the situation, and I saw how limited were my options. Then I hurried into my bedroom, tossed the few things I had unpacked back into my suitcase, closed it, and started for the front door.
Mr. Hoag was up and about by then, though, and nearly caught me with that butcher knife. His wife was cowering on a couch in the living room. Sheila and Judy were still screwing on the floor, stoned out of their minds and not giving a shit about anything, I guess. I turned on my heels and ran for a side window, Mr. Hoag gave pursuit, but I was younger and faster.
I made it to my car and drove off into the sunset. And frankly. I think I was well out of it.