Marta Stevens stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her high creamy tits. She wiped off the steamy mirror and took a long look at herself. Her face was flushed and her eyes were deep green and lusty. Her lips parted unconsciously and she felt her pussy begin to tingle again, just remembering the way that Larry Campbell had looked at her during rehearsal.
They had sat close together in the dark theater and all during the criticism she had showered on her high school actors, his leg had pressed insistently up against her soft thigh. She wondered if he had gone straight home. Perhaps light now, this very moment, he was fucking his pretty blonde wife.
She shook her head angrily. She had no business thinking like that. She was a married woman! Just because Todd was out of town for that ridiculous business meeting didn't mean that she should behave like a sex-starved animal, playing with her pussy this afternoon and feeling like doing it again right now.
She stalked angrily into the living room and turned on the television. Perhaps an old movie would take her mind off the bulge that she had noticed in Larry's pants as he had driven her home.
She settled down and lit a cigarette. The movie was about two lovers, snowbound in a small hotel. Her mind went back to the first time that she and Todd had fucked in a motel and the beat in her pussy grew with the memory.
She had been barely eighteen and it was her first night in Chicago. She had been flirting with Todd all night, even though he was at the college party with another girl. It was her first night away from home and she was feeling the effects of then wine she had drank. She was sure that she was all grown up now and ready for some of that sinful college living.
At first Todd had ignored her. She could tell that he thought she was too young to be playing adult pines. He hadn't really responded to her at all until she had gone boldly up to him and asked him to dance with her.
"You're coming on pretty strong, little girl," he said, fitting his long hard body to her soft, young curves. "Does your mother know you're out?"
Marta tossed her head and laughed huskily. "I'm not afraid to come on strong when I want something," she replied. The she snuggled right up to him and kissed the side of his neck; "And I think I want you."
"I don't think you quite know what you're getting into," he laughed. He held her a little tighter though, she noticed, and she could feel her nipples hardening up against his chest.
"Come to room 312 at the Holiday tonight if you it really serious."
They finished the dance in silence. Her body thumbed against his. He led her politely back to her chair and the girl he had brought to the party stared daggers into her back.
Marta had another glass of wine. She almost managed to convince herself that she had been teasing him and that he probably hadn't been serious about his invitation to his room anyway. She told herself that she had no intention of going to 312 at the Holiday that night or any other night. Her creaming pussy didn't agree though. It throbbed and twitched as she watched him dancing with his date.
At three minutes past midnight she rang his bell. Todd looked surprised when he opened the door. Then he smiled and she knew that she had made the right decision. It was a perfect night for losing her virginity.
She walked into the room and began methodically taking off her clothes. When she slipped out of her one-piece pantsuit he gasped. Her creamy white tits stood out like two shimmering mountains, high and perfect. The nipples seemed to throb. She saw his glance lower to the thick red triangle of her pussyhair and she smiled serenely.
"I hope you don't mind that I'm a virgin," she had said calmly.
He laughed. "My pleasure," he replied and kissed her deeply on her full, throbbing lips.
When he pulled, off his pants she was the one to gasp. She couldn't believe that something that big and hard could possibly fit inside the tiny hole in her steaming pussy. She tried to hide her sudden attack of nervousness.
"There's still time to back down, little girl," he said, reading her expression at a glance.
"No," she piped. "I want to… really I do!"
She couldn't help but stare at his cock. She felt a tingling rush through her whole body, centering right in the creaming gash of her hot pussyslit. Honey poured from her tiny, throbbing cunthole and coated the pink lips of her pussy. They swelled and throbbed, pushing out and puffing up. They slipped wetly apart and pouted, making a wet, sticky sound in the stillness of the room.
Suddenly she was embarrassed. She was wand at her nerve, coming here and blatantly assuming that he wanted to fuck her. Marta Connely, an innocent virgin. She felt the blush rising to color her white face, then spreading down until her whole body was rosy pink and glowing.
She tried to look at something besides his stiff cock but her eyes wouldn't obey the demands of her mind. She just kept staring and staring at the huge pole of his prick, standing erect and quivering be wean his legs.
He began to approach her slowly, his cock held like a lance in front of him. She saw the way it sprouted up cleanly from its patch of dark black curly hair and how the head of it looked soft and shiny. It we almost touching her now, almost rubbing up against her soft white tummy and she reached out and touched it with the tip of her fingers.
It felt hot and hard and she fleetingly wondered if it would hurt when he fucked her. Then she couldn't think anymore because his strong fingers reached out and cupped her quivering mounds of tit-flesh, sending whirling thrills through her body.
"Oh, hurry," she gasped. "Hurry and get it over with. Hurry and fuck me Todd!"
Todd's laughter filled the room. He tilted her face up to his and clamped his lips down on hem. Her mouth opened automatically. Here was something she knew how to do. She had kissed boys before. She could handle herself when it came to kissing.
His tongue stabbed between her parted lips and dove into the hot wetness of her mouth. It poked and wiggled, a miniature prick, fucking her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly, anxious to please him. If she kissed him well enough maybe it would make up for her inexperience at the rest of it.
Todd drew back. His body was still pressed to her tightly and he was breathing hard. She could feel the hardness of his prick, nosing up between them.
"If you fuck half as well as you kiss, little girl, we'll get along just fine." Then he lowered his mouth to her nipple.
Marta had never let anyone suck her nipples before. The first touch of his tongue on her rubbery bud made her body jerk as if she'd touched a live wire. Electric thrills ran through her pussy. She jammed her tit up against his face and sighed deeply.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, it feels so good! Do it again Todd! Do it again!"
Todd didn't answer. He just lowered his mouth to her other nipple and sucked. His probing tongue circled. His hot lips clamped tightly over the sensitive little stiff bud and he rolled it back and forth between his lips.
"Aaaaaaah!" she squealed. Her legs gave way under her mid only his arms saved her from collapsing in a puddle of lust on the floor. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before… exciting and wonderful. The room spun around her and she smelled the hot perfumed scent of her arousal mixed with something… something heavy and male and exciting.
"Fuck me now," she cried out. "Oh, I'm ready! I'm ready for your cock!"
Todd lifted her up in his arms. He carried her easily to the bed and dropped her lightly. She shut her eyes tightly and prayed for courage. She was so horny that she didn't care any longer if it hurt. She wanted his prick inside her creaming pussy more than she had ever wanted anything in her whole life.
Her head spun. Thoughts and images flashed through her mind. She moaned softly and waited for his cock to rip through her cherry.
She waited for what seemed like ages and finally opened her eyes to see Todd standing over her, just looking at her lush, trembling body. She fought the urge to cover her hairy pussy with her hands in foolish modesty.
"Is… is something the matter?" she asked fearfully.
He laughed in a deep wiling sound. "No, there's nothing the matter," he replied. Then he reached out and ran the tip of his finger around her tit, tracing the high, rounded fullness. "I'm just feasting my eyes on your beautiful, virgin body… the first and only one I'm likely to see."
He laughed again as her eyes widened in surprise. "It's kind of rare to see a virgin you know… unless you want to count ugly second-graders."
She giggled a little at his joke but the surprise still showed on her face. "You mean you've never had a virgin?" she asked curiously.
"No," he replied. "It's a real treat honey."
Then he kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'll make sure you have a good time, honey," he promised, his face growing tender.
Marta caught her breath as his finger trailed down her body, past the rounded swell of her belly down to the patch of auburn hair on her pussy. Then she gasped as his lips followed the trail traced by his fingertips until his face was buried in the silky hair of her beaver, his breath hot on her creaming cuntlips.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, Todd! What are you doing?"
"I'm going to kiss you all over, darling," he replied gently, his words muffled by her soft beaver. "I'm going to kiss and lick your sweet pink pussy until you come in my mouth."
"Ooooooooh," she groaned. She could feel her pussy creaming wildly as his lips approached its hot wetness.
She squealed in delight as his tongue stabbed out and licked the quivering nub of her little red clit. Her body spasmed and her legs shot out, spreading widely for his searching tongue. She pushed her heels against the bed and pushed her aching pussy up to meet his stabbing tongue, her heart beating wildly.
His tongue slipped hotly over the puffy pink satin of her cuntlips and lapped up the honey clinging to them. It circled fleetingly around her pulsing clit and then down to lash quickly over the whole expanse of her creaming pussy. The slurping, sucking sounds he made filled Marta with a hunger she couldn't explain. She wanted to do something to him too.
She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair. She felt the sweat on the back of his neck and how his hair curled wetly. She clasped her hands together over the back of his neck and pushed his head down even farther into hers steaming pussy.
His tongue found the tight ring of her pussyhole. It dipped in and wiggled around, probing deeply. It felt hot and wet and wonderful. Then she felt him sucking at her cuntmouth, drawing out the honeyed cream that gushed in torrents from her trembling hole.
He placed his tongue, wide and flat, across her whole pussy and shook it. She felt her body shake right along with him, sugary thrills racing through her every pore. Then she felt his tongue explore lower, down past her pussy to the tight puckered mouth of her ass, ringing it lightly, sending uncontrollable shivers of delight up and down her cuntslit.
"Aaaaaah! Oh, Todd! Todd! I'm going to come! I'm going to come right in your mouth!"
His lips fastened around her pulsing, quivering clit, shaking it tightly and then her pussy was exploding in a fiery gush of cream her body spasming and shaking, her pussyjuice filling his mouth and flowing down his throat as fast as he could gulp in the sweet honey.
She lay shaken, barely moving, completely spent. She had never in her wildest imagination, ever dreamed that it could be like this! This was what she had been waiting for ail her life. Now there was only one thing remaining, only one deed left undone. She had to have cock! She had to feel his hard pole of prickflesh filling her sweet virginal holes.
"Do it to me now," she breathed. "Take me now, Todd. Pop my cherry!"
Her words were a fierce whisper, a horny demand for the cock that he could give her. He could feel his hard, aching prick jerk at the lust he heard in her gaping demand.
He shivered with frustration. He couldn't hold back now. His hard cock was already jerking with impatience. He needed to plunge it to her virgin pussy and feel her hot wetness surrounding the burning meat of his cock.
"Oh, Jesus!" he whimpered. He placed the tip of his hard cock against the mouth of her quivering little pussy. He gasped and moaned in lust. Now it was his turn. Now he could push his prick all the way into her cunt.
Her little cuntmouth welcomed the soft nose of his prick. It expanded around his cock and then nipped and tugged greedily. He pushed just the tip of his cock in. Her horny little cunt sucked at it furiously.
He couldn't stop now. He had to push it all the way in. He couldn't resist. Her little cuntmouth was sucking at his cock and it was driving him any with lust.
He moaned once, loudly. Then he gasped with lust and began cuing his swollen thick cockshaft into her little steamy tight pussy.
Marta sighed deeply. At last, she was going to have cock?
"Yes!" she hissed. "Oh, yes Todd! Give it to me! Fill up my hot pussy with cock!"
Todd's huge cock felt like a pole inside her tightly stretched cunt. It seemed enormous, stretching her out almost to bunting. His hard prick nosed deeper and deeper until finally it hit the barrier of her cherry.
She winced when he pushed up against it. She could feel the pain shoot through her body. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. She had been waiting her whole life for this moment and she wasn't going to let a little pain stop her.
"Hold on, little girl," he whispered. "It'll all be over in just a second."
"Do it!" she hissed fiercely. "I don't care if it hurts. Just do it."
Todd backed off a bit. He prepared himself for a mighty lunge forward. Then he jammed his rigid prick right through the stubborn barrier of her cherry.
"Oooooooh!" she squealed. She twisted unconsciously to get away from his stiff plunging cock but he held her tightly. He felt her pussy snap painfully around his tightly lodged prick and he thought for a moment to take it out, to let her recover from the vein of his plunge. He couldn't stop now though. The feel of her cunt was so wonderful that he couldn't draw out now.
Her pussy gripped his prick tightly. It was so hot and slick, a snapping sheath of delight to fuck. He plunged in farther, uncontrollable with lust.
Todd sighed in relief as he felt her arms clamp tightly around him. She didn't want him to stop either. She wanted to fuck as badly as he did.
He began to work his stiff cock in her torn pussy. He sawed it back and forth, probing deeper and deeper, feeling the sweet hot friction that made him crazy with pleasure.
Marta threw her legs up around his waist. She realized that the worst part of it was over. He had broken through her cherry and was nothing but pleasure remained. It had hurt when he had plunged his big stiff cock into her and had broken through the shield of her cherry, but it didn't hurt as much now.
She felt her cunt stretch wide to accommodate his giant cockshaft. It was lunging in and out and in and out with swift, rapid strokes. Each time he plunged it in it hurt a little less. She felt her pussycream start to flow again and it bathed her tortured cuntwalls with a healing lotion. Her hot juices made his fucking slick and easy. It was beginning to feel much better.
Marta felt her pussy stretch even wider, welcoming the plunging of his thick cock. It began to feel wonderful, being stuffed full with his heavy, hard prick. Little bursts of pleasure rippled through her body every time he shoved it in, sliding it past her horny little clit and rubbing lustily across her slick puffy pussylips.
"Oooooh! I like it, Todd!" she gasped. "It feels wonderful now! I like fucking!"
Todd looked down at her face. He could tell that she was beginning to like the wet lunges of his sliding prick. Her face was flushed and her eyes were bright with lust. Her nipples were swollen and they poked out lewdly at his chest. Her hot pussy clutched at his hard cockshaft and her cunt squeezed his prick.
Her pussy began gushing hot juice. Her hips swirled back and forth in time with his horny hinges and she gasped out her pleasure.
"Oh, yes, Todd! Fuck me, Todd! Fuck me with your hard prick! Fuck me fast, Todd! Make me come again with your hard prick inside my pussy! Do it, Todd! Fuck me!"
Todd let himself go. He bucked and jerked inside the hot silky glove of her pussy. He felt the way her slippery sheath mapped and nipped at his hard cock and he fucked her harder. He could feel the cum build up in his balls making them tingle and swell. It was only a matter of time until he exploded in her sucking, squeezing pussy.
Marta squealed shrilly. Her body clasped his lightly and her hips slammed her cunt against his thrusting cock. She moved with frenzied little motions and Todd could see that she was close to her peak. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly and she whined in passion.
"Oh, I love it! I love your cock in my hot pussy!Ooooooh! You're making me come! Yes, Todd!Aaaaaaaagh!"
He felt the ripples wash through her body. Her cunt gripped his cock hard. He gasped along with her and felt his balls pump out their load of hot cum. His prick jerked spasmodically and he flooded her seething cunt with his hot cream.
He felt her hot pussy squeezing the stiff meat of his prick, milking every drop of scalding cum from his balls. He closed his eyes and pumped and hosed until his balls were dry.
When he opened his eyes again he saw that she was smiling. "Well, how was your first taste of cock?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, I loved it!" she breathed. "I just loved it!" Her soft tits quivered again in remembered passion.
"Fucking is even better than I thought it would be," she confessed happily. "I want to fuck again and again and again…"
Marta's fingers pulled aside the towel and dropped to her silky pussy. She was just too horny to stand it any longer. She wished that Todd wouldn't have to be out of town so much. She knew that he probably found plenty of pretty girls to take care of his beautiful cock when he was attending conventions. She felt a ripple of jealousy sweep through her.
She sighed as her fingers spread the hot puffiness of her swollen cuntlips. She wished that life was that simple for her. She wished that she could just go out and have a discreet affair with someone when Todd was gone. Her cunt was too hot and juicy to be ignored for days at a time.
Then she had a thought that made her gasp with excitement. Why not?
She knew that Todd wasn't beating off into his pillow on the nights he was away. Why shouldn't she go out and take care of her horny pussy? It wasn't any different for her than it was for him. Of course she'd never dream of being unfaithful when he we home, but while he was away…
Her pussy throbbed hotly. She wanted to feel a nice hard cock inside its horny depths. She sank her finger a little deeper in and began to lightly twirl the sensitive nub of her clit.
Marta's heart began to thump loudly in her ears. Her cuntlips swelled even farther apart and she could feel her pussyhole snap and nip, longing for thick hard prick.
She pressed her pussy against the smoothness of her palm and backed up against it hard. She moaned softly. It just wasn't enough. Her fingers weren't enough to satisfy her horny cunt.
She groaned and tossed her head. Her hand squeezed her whole crotch lightly, shaking it fiercely. She felt the softness of her beaver and the wetness seeped out between her fingers. She shoved her finger in her trembling pussymouth, jabbing in deeply. Her thumb wiled over her shamelessly throbbing clit and familiar electric jolts shot through her body. She felt the heat growing deep inside her.
Maria groaned again. Her finger just wasn't the same, but it would have to do for now. She needed something right now. She fucked her finger all the way up her hot, quivering cunt. She pulled and tugged at her horny clit with the other hand. Her arms squeezed in against the sides of her jiggling tits, making her nipples point upward.
It happened quickly. Her hips thrust out toward her fucking fingers. Her nipples throbbed and pulsed on the tips of her tits. They were so hard that they felt like little marbles. Her legs spread wide and her knees flexed. Her pussy was wide open, open to her plunging finger.
She pushed another finger into her flaming cunt and then another. It wasn't as big as a stiff cock, but it would have to do. She was too horny right now to care about size. Her cuntmouth gaped open widely. It gleamed with creamy juice.
Dizzying waves of orgasm rushed through her body. Her legs shook uncontrollably. Her fingers twirled and fucked in her spasming cunt. Her other hand rolled and pinched at her clit until it exploded and burst into delicious flame.
"Aaaaaaagh!" she gasped. "Oh, Jesus! Aaaaaagh!"
She huddled on the couch and shook when it was all over. That ought to satisfy her for a while, she thought.
Marta pulled her shaking fingers front her cunt. Rivers of cuntjuice rolled out with them. She wiped herself carefully on the towel and sighed deeply. This was getting to be ridiculous. Her cunt never stayed satisfied this way for long. She knew that within a few hours she'd be horny spin and the thought made her body twitch violently and her face harden into a defiant expression.
What the hell. She didn't know what she was supposed to do anyway. Todd went off and left her and she couldn't satisfy her pussy with her fingers any longer. She just didn't have much choice in the matter.
She heaved a sigh of relief and smiled. What else could he expect her to do? This was supposed to be the age of free love and sexual revolution. People were supposed to be able to fuck and suck anyone they chose. She would just have to get in on a little of the action.
Marta's horny thoughts turned to Larry Cambell. She remembered meeting his wife, Jill at one of the faculty parties. She sighed deeply and concentrated on remembering just what Jill Cambell looked like. She was short and blonde, that much she remembered. There was something else too… something that hung back in the haziness of her mind… something that she should remember about Jill.
Suddenly Marta giggled. That was it! Now she remembered what it was about Jill Cambell that had struck her as peculiar.
Jill had been embarrassed when Todd had told one of his infamous dirty jokes. Everyone had joined in the howl of laughter that had followed the punchline – everyone but Jill. Marta remembered that Jill had smiled rather stiffly and tried to look amused, but she had blushed right down to the tips of her toes.
Marta felt a thrill run all the way through her body. It was going to be easy to seduce Larry Cambell. Jill was a prude. There it was… pure and simple. Larry was married to a fucking prude and Marta was going to show him how much fun fucking could be!
Jill was right in the middle of an exciting movie when Larry came home from the school. It was supposed to be an X-rated movie and so far she hadn't seen any of the X. She was watching carefully though. She was trying to learn everything. She was trying to learn everything she could about the seamier side of life. Larry waved at her and went into the kitchen.
She could hear him poking around in there, opening the refrigerator and making himself a sandwich. She wished that he'd hurry and go to bed and leave her in peace to finish the rest of the movie.
Larry sat down beside her on the couch. He put his hand on her leg. His other arm went around her shoulders. Oh, shit! she thought in exasperation. You might know it! He hasn't touched me in a week, and tonight he wants to do it!
"Do you really want to finish that movie, hon? If you come to bed I'll bet I can find something that's just as good as that old movie!"
Jill smiled obediently and switched off the television. She went into the bedroom while Larry started his shower. She managed to keep a pleased expression on her face but her thoughts were murderous.
I'll just bet it'll be better than that movie, she thought, sighing deeply, her mind sharpened with sarcasm. I'd rather watch a movie any day than do it with you!
Jill put her hands to her mouth even though she hadn't said a word. She shouldn't even be thinking things like that. Larry was a good husband. He made a good living, teaching at the high school and they had a nice house and car. She really didn't have anything to complain about.
She would have been content to go on like this indefinitely if she hadn't read that damn book of Bobbie Jean's. Jill had heard all about wild singles of course, but she had never thought that the sexual revolution and free love could apply to her. After all, she was a married woman.
Jill knew that most of the time Larry's performance in bed didn't do much to satisfy her. She usually got around that though. She usually did just what she had done before she was married. She would wait until fairy wasn't home and then she would bring herself off with her fingers. She didn't see where that was important anyway. She and Larry got along fine in the areas that counted. They went to the same church and they agreed about how much money they should spend and how many children they wanted eventually. Sex just wasn't that important.
Then, just last Tuesday morning, Bobbie Jean had changed all that. Bobbie Jean and Stan Jenson were their neighbors. Stan taught, at the high school, too, and Bobbie Jean came over for coffee whenever she could. They giggled about being two neglected housewives, but neither Stan nor Larry approved of working wives. Bobbie Jean and Jill had become very close friends in the year that they had known each other. Jill found herself loosening up around Bobbie Jean. It would have been impossible not to. Bobbie Jean was outspoken and Jill was beginning to get used to her outrageous comments.
Bobbie Jean had breezed into the kitchen without knocking Jill was just sitting down with a cup of coffee. She grabbed herself a cup and tossed a magazine on the table.
"Feast your innocent little eyes on that!" she exclaimed, jabbing toward the book with the tip of her cigarette. "I found that little gem in Stan's tackle box. Now I know why he never caught anything. He was too busy fucking his fist and looking at the pussies in that!"
"Bobbie Jean!" Jill gasped. "You really shouldn't talk like that!" Then she laughed in spite of her shock. Even if Bobbie Jean was raunchy most of the time, she was funny too. She had a strange way of saying absolutely terrible things and then looking like an innocent little girl. It cracked Jill up every time she did it.
Jill looked down at the book and felt the blood rise to her face. Damn! She wished she wouldn't blush every time she was embarrassed. It was the curse of light skin and blonde hair.
The magazine had fallen open to a picture of a man with a fantastically big cock. The swollen purple knob of it was pressed up against a girl's full red mouth. The expression on her face was nothing but lewd. She looked as if she could hardly wait to gobble up his thick, long prick.
Jill gulped. She hoped that she didn't look quite as embarrassed as she felt. "Uh… Uh… That's really something all right!" she managed.
Bobbie Jean didn't seem to notice Jill's embarrassment. She reached down and flipped through the pages of lewd pictures until she came to the page she wanted. She pointed at it.
"Now that's really something!" she breathed. Jill looked down at the picture and almost sank right through the polished linoleum floor. She didn't know what to think she was no shocked. The picture showed two girls lying on their sides in reversed positions. Their tongues were in each other's pussies, lapping each other's shiny pink lips.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, God! What are they doing?"
Then she was even more embarrassed at her innocence. She could feel her face flaming and she didn't dare meet Bobbie Jean's eyes.
Bobbie Jean bunt out laughing. "Well, don't look so shocked, Jill," Bobbie Jean giggled. "They're just licking each other's pussies, that's all."
Then she stopped laughing abruptly and stand hard at Jill's red face. "Don't tell me you never heard of that!"
Jill didn't know what to answer. She just blushed furiously. With a sudden flash of insight she realized that the two girls in the picture must be doing the thing that lesbians do. Of course she knew about lesbians, but she'd never really thought about what they did in bed. She remembered hearing the girls giggling at school about one of their mannish-looking gym teachers has and her equally butch roommate. It was just that she had never really imagined something this… this graphic.
She gulped and opened her mouth. She was all set to tell Bobbie Jean exactly what she thought about dirty pictures like this, when her curiosity overrode her prudishness.
"Bobbie Jean," she gulped, breathlessly. "Did you ever, I mean, I know you're married and all, but… I mean…" Her voice trailed off in confusion.
Bobbie Jean giggled again. "You want to know if I ever did anything like this, right?"
Jill nodded weakly, her face a flaming mask of bright red. She didn't trust herself to speak further.
"Why sure I did," Bobbie Jean admitted. "There sure wasn't any cock at that fancy school my parents sent me to. We girls had to do something to put out the fire in our pussies. We used to do that all the time. It feels real good!"
Jill kept staring at her hands folded on the table. She knew that if she raised her eyes shed have to look at that awful picture again. Either that or she'd have to look at Bobbie Jean and that was oven worse. She wondered what Bobbie Jean thought of her stupid question.
A long minute of silence ticked by. Jill sat miserably trying to think of something to say. She had really made a fool of herself by asking a stupid personal question like that. She had bettor apologize to Bobbie Jean. She raised her eyes but couldn't quite meet Bobbie Jean's.
"I… I'm sorry I asked such a personal question," she stammered. "We just never really talked about things like that at my school. I mean… of course I'm curious and all that… and I'd never dare ask Larry!"
Bobbie Jean laughed softly. She didn't know much about Jill's sex life but she guessed it had been pretty straight. She couldn't imagine a girl growing up without knowing about licking pussies though. Jill must have had an awfully sheltered life, she thought.
"You must not have done anything like that at your school," she guessed. "I can tell that you're all embarrassed about it. It's all right though, Jill… really. I don't mind telling you about it. You ought to try it sometime. It's lots of fun. Anyway, it's a lot better than finger-fucking yourself."
Bobbie Jean stopped and peered at Jill's flushed face. Suddenly she had doubts about even that. "You do play with yourself, don't you Jill?"
Jill nodded miserably. She hadn't intended to tell Bobbie Jean anything about her sex life but the words just gushed out.
"I have to do it sometimes," she admitted. "Larry doesn't do it to me that often and sometimes I get so horny I could just die."
Bobbie Jean chuckled. "I know just what you mean," she sympathized. "I've got one of those little vibrators at home and it just saves my life when Stan works late at school."
"I… I was always scared to get one," Jill confessed. "I was afraid that Larry would find it."
"Well, you can sure borrow mine," Bobbie Jean offered generously. Then she giggled again and her eyes began to sparkle with a wicked gleam.
"Maybe I'll take that offer back," she mused. "I've got a much better idea. If you get horny, you just come on over to my house and we'll do what those girls are doing in the picture."
"Oh!" Jill gasped. "Oh, Bobbie Jean! I couldn't do that!"
"I don't see why not," Bobbie Jean replied quickly, grinning mischievously. "You don't have to tell Larry everything you how!"
Then she winked at Jill, making the poor girl blush even more. "Besides, I bet you don't tell him about finger-fucking yourself, do you?"
Jill looked like she waited to sink right through the floor. "No," she admitted. "Larry would probably be all shocked if I told him about that!"
"Well, I don't think there's anything wrong in two friends getting together and having a few kicks," Bobbie Jean declared. "You've got to admit that it's slot better than going out to a bar and picking up some guy to bring home."
Jill took a deep breath. "I… I guess you're right Bobbie Jean. It's just that I don't want to do anything to make Larry angry."
Bobbie Jean giggled. "If you told him about getting it on with another woman it'd probably make him more horny than angry. I know that every time I mention something like that to Stan he gets so horny he almost rapes me on the spot."
"You mean you tell him about it?" Jill's expression was even more shocked.
"Sure," Bobbie Jean answered casually. "Stan loves to hear about what we used to do in school. He says that hearing about women doing it always makes him as stiff as a board." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "He even wants me to do it again sometime and let him watch!"
Jill's eyes widened again. "Are you going to do it?"
"That just depends," Bobbie Jean confessed. "There's really nobody I'd like to do it with now except maybe you."
Jill felt the blush rise to her face again. She had never had such an embarrassing conversation. At first she didn't know what to say but she didn't want to hurt Bobbie Jean's feelings. After all, they were best friends.
"You don't have to say anything right now," Bobbie Jean said, sensing Jill's confusion and taking it as a hopeful sign. At least Jill hadn't said no before thinking. She decided to let Jill mull it over for awhile. She was sure that sooner or later Larry would do something to make Jill mad and then she could mention it again.
She put her coffee cup in the sink and started out the door. "Keep the book," she called out as she stepped through the doorway. "Stan's got every picture memorized by now, I'm sure."
Jill had put the book up on the top shelf of the closet. She tried to forget all about it but she kept seeing that picture of the two girl's licking each other's pussies all day. Finally she gave up and paged carefully through the whole book. There were all sorts of pictures of people doing things she hadn't even known about, like the picture of the guy putting his long stiff prick in a girl's tiny asshole. She began to wonder what else there was about sex that she didn't know.
The next time Larry and she fucked, she kept thinking about the wild things in that book. She wondered if they would feel good to try. She found that just having Larry climb on top of her and hump away in a few seconds just wasn't as exciting as looking at the book and playing with her pussy with her own fingers.
She wished that she had never seen that dam book! It was opening her eyes to all sorts of exciting things about sex and she wished that she could try some of them. Of comic she couldn't, though. If she said that she wanted to do something different, Larry would wonder where she got the idea and then she'd have to tell him about the book. She just knew that he wouldn't approve! It would cause a big fight, and she didn't want that! She would just have to put it out of her mind. She would have to forget that she had ever seen it!
Jill tried to throw the book away several times. She always pulled it out of the trash before the trashmen came, though. It was like the book was a bridge to an exciting new world and she just couldn't give it up even though she knew Larry wouldn't approve of the sexy, kinky ideas it gave her.
"Your turn hon," Larry called out. He came out of the shower with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He patted her ass as she moved past him into the bathroom.
"Don't take all night. I've got something I want to give you before we go to sleep."
Jill shut the door. She still had the frozen, pleasant smile on her face.
She undressed quickly and turned on the shower. She tried to concentrate on soaping her body and rushing to finish the shower, but the warmth in her pussy grew.
God! She was horny. It wasn't the kind of lust that Larry could satisfy though. She knew that. She lusted for the kinds of wild things in the book of sexy pictures. She lusted for adventure, novelty, kicks…
"Damn!" she muttered angrily. This was getting out of hand!
She tried to think of all the good points of her marriage. She thought of her husband's trim figure, of their comfortable life, of their position in the community, but if didn't do a bit of good. Her pussy burned for kicks and she'd never get them with Larry.
The world was different now. She knew that. She was living in an age of free love, of sexual revolution. It didn't seem to make any difference in her life, though. She was stuck in suburbia, where everything was proper and nice. Everyone else was out fucking whomever they wanted, doing wild and lascivious things in bed, but she was stuck with Larry, the proper husband and there was nothing she could do about it without risking her marriage.
Jill had had only one man in her whole life. At thirty-three, she knew next to nothing about sex. She had seen only one cock and that was when she had peeked at Larry in the shower. He never made love with the lights on, never did anything kinky or exciting. Sex was a complete bore and the only reason that she let him fuck her was because it was her wifely duty.
She let the water rush against her throbbing tits. The wetness splattering against her nipples felt like little needles. It didn't hurt though. It felt surprisingly good against her horny plump nipples. It seemed to make the heat in her pussy grow and grow.
With a muffled groan she aimed the spray of water lower and reached down with her fingers. Her cuntlips were puffy and slick from the water.
She gave a sharp little gasp as the water rushed against her soft, open cunt. It zeroed in and pelted against her erect clit, arousing her even more.
"Hey, are you going to stay in there all night?" Larry's voice called out through the bathroom door.
She jumped as if she'd been shot. It wouldn't do to have Larry push open the shower door and find her playing with her pussy.
She shut off the water. Damn! She wished she could have stayed in just a little bit longer, feeling the water caress her throbbing pussy in that exciting way. Larry was waiting though. She fixed a smile firmly on her face and started to open the bathroom door. Then a mischievous little grin spread over her face. Maybe fucking with Larry wouldn't be so bad after all. She would try something new to arouse him. She would undress in front of him with the lights on. Maybe that would spark a little life into their sex.
Larry was waiting for her in bed, as always. He had his pajamas on. She wished he would sleep in the nude. It would be a lot more sexy that way.
She walked over to the dresser and took a deep breath. Usually she turned off the light and slipped off her robe. Then she climbed into bed. Tonight she would change all that.
She let her robe slip off her shoulders. She could see his free in the mirror. He was watching her.
She picked up the hairbrush and ran it through her shining blonde hair. She felt sure that she was making Larry nice and horny. She knew that she had a good body and her image in the mirror confirmed that.
When she lifted her arms up to brush her hair, her round, full tits bounced sexily. They stuck straight out from her chest. The nipples plumped up and pouted back at her. She knew that she had beautiful tits. They were bigger than the nude pictures she had seen of pin-ups in men's magazines. They were even better than the girls had in that sexy picture book. They weaved slightly as she brushed her hair. She watched Larry ogle them in the mirror.
She saw Larry's eyes lower to her beaver. The soft blonde curls were damp and glistening from her shower. She felt her pussy throb under his lustful gaze. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad tonight, after all.
She strode over to the bed and slipped under the covers. She didn't turn off the light.
She noticed that his pajamas were tented out in front. She knew that he was horny. She just hoped that he would decide to be adventuresome in bed. She held her breath, waiting for him to make the first move.
Larry reached up and turned off the light. "Come here," he said, pulling her into his arms.
Jill tried not to let her disappointment show. She wished he had left on the light. That might be fun for a change.
Larry kissed her hungrily. That was one thing that he did well. She shivered as the tip of his tongue probed into the hot wetness of her mouth. She wished that he fucked as well as he kissed.
She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing up against her soft tummy. The pajamas were bunched up in front. Suddenly she felt a boldness rush through her.
"Why don't you take off your pajamas," she suggested. "I want to feel you up against me."
Larry's body tensed. She could have bit off her tongue for saying that. She knew that he liked to do things his own way. She stifled the urge to rip the pajamas from his body and demand that he fuck her right. If she kept on taking the initiative like that, he probably wouldn't fuck her at all.
"I'm sorry honey," he apologized. "Sometimes you just make me so horny that I lose control of myself."
She felt his body relax. That was all right to say. A woman was supposed to respond to her husband that way.
Larry slipped out of his pajama pants. He left his top on. She forced her body to stay calm and open. She wanted to ripe the tops right off him. All he cared about was a hot cunt to stick his prick in. He didn't care if she was aroused or not. He didn't even think about being romantic and asking her if she wanted to feel his whole nude body against hers. All he wanted was to stick his cock in her pump a couple of times until he shot his load into her pussy. That was supposed to be fun for her. She felt like a rabbit or something. He didn't care if she had any fun or not as long as he got his rocks off.
Larry laughed, deep in his throat. He pulled her close again. She could feel her pussy burn as his cock bumped up against it. She was horny in spite of herself.
"Is that better?" he growled.
"Yes," she sighed. "That's much better, Larry." She felt the long line of his cock against her tummy. It was better. She wished he would hurry and put his hard cock inside of her. Maybe it would take a little longer tonight and she would actually come. It would be so wonderful if she could. She snuggled up against him and kissed his neck. Then she started to pretend that he was someone else. That was a trick that she'd used often. It made her terribly horny to pretend that he was a movie star. She had gotten so horny a couple of times that she had almost made it. He had just come too quickly, that was all. If he had lasted a few moments more, she would have come right along with him. She started her fantasy.
This time Larry was one of the guys in the sexy picture book. He was taking her to a motel and whispering all the things that he was going to do to her. He was going to lick her hot pussy and stick his long thick cock in her ass. He was going to make her come three or four times at least, before he finally shot his load into her grasping, snapping cunt.
Larry brought her back to the present. "I've been thinking about you all night, hon," he said. "I could hardly wait to get home and give it to you."
Jill sighed. If only he wouldn't talk. Then she could lose herself in her fantasy and maybe tonight would be the night she'd come.
She felt like telling him that she'd been horny all day too. She hadn't been horny for him though. She had been horny for the men in those pictures… the men that were doing all those exciting things. She had been horny remembering Bobbie Jean's conversation, too. She had thought about how it would feel to have Bobbie Jean's smooth pink tongue in her pussy, licking and sucking at her throbbing clit. She had brought herself off twice with her fingers, she had been so horny. She wondered what Larry would say if she told him what made her horny. She bet that would stop their lovemaking in a hurry.
"Ummmmmm. You feel good honey," he said. "Just what I need… a nice warm, cuddly wife."
Jill felt her body respond to his. He must really be horny to say something like that. Usually he just pulled her over to his side of the bed and stuck it in. She felt a rush of fire spread through her pussy, soaking her tender cuntflesh. Maybe tonight would be the night he would do something different, something exciting.
She reached down to touch his cock. If she had thought, she never would have done it. Larry didn't like her to touch him unless he asked for it… and he hard never did.
She curled her fingers around his stiff hot prick. It was silky and hot and throbbing. She discovered she liked to touch his cock. It was exciting. She felt her pussy cream helplessly. She was terribly horny.
Larry seemed surprised at her boldnes, but he didn't push her hand away. He sighed deeply and pushed his cock against her stroking fingers.
"You read my mind, hon," he breathed. "I was just going to tell you to touch me."
She felt a thrill of delight run through her as his hands rasped her tits. That was unusual Larry usually didn't take the time to play with her tits. She relaxed and gave herself up to the enjoyment of his firm hands on her trembling tits.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, not quite daring to say more, just enough to let him know that she enjoyed it but not enough to scare him off.
Her fingers moved slowly up and down the rigid shaft of his cock. She felt it pulse and throb under her fingers. She touched him lightly, teasingly. She felt him respond by squeezing her erect nipples between his fingers… rolling and pinching them in a firm, lusty way.
She moved her fingers up to the tip of his hard, drooling prick. She could feel the slippery cream oozing from his trembling glanshole. She smeared her fingers over it and rubbed it all over his thick prickshaft.
Larry moaned. He kneaded her tits harder. She smiled in triumph. She had really made him horny this time!
It was a good thing that Jill couldn't read Larry's mind. It was true that he was horny, but she hadn't been the one to make him that way. He was horny for Marta Stevens and it had all started that night at rehearsal for the school play.
Larry hated school plays. He always got stuck being assistant director and it was always a bore. The only good thing about the job was the fact that he was paid extra. With Jill not working, they needed every bit of extra pay he could get. He wouldn't let her work though. No one could doubt that he was the bread winner in his family.
Larry took a seat in the back of the auditorium. He could hear the new director giving instructions. He remembered that her name was Marta Stevens. She was the new English and drama teacher this year. His eyes traveled from one group of students to another, looking for her.
Larry drew in his breath sharply. There she was. He had almost missed her. She was dressed in a tight pair of Levi's and a printed T-shirt. She looked like one of the kids.
Then Marta turned sideways and Larry gasped again. Now she didn't look like one of the kids at all. No high school girl had a figure like that.
Marta's jeans were skin-tight. They covered her quivering asscheeks but they didn't hide any of the lush curves of her body. They looked like they had been painted on her. Larry's eyes almost popped from his head as he watched her move across the stage.
Then he mined his eyes to her tits. He felt his limp cock surge into instant life. She had tits that wouldn't quit.
Marta's tits jiggled as she walked. They looked like two quivering melons under her thin T-shirt. They weaved heavily and rippled provocatively. Larry would have laid ten-to-one odds that she wasn't wearing a bra. He wondered for a second whether they even made bras that size.
Once Larry had started watching her, he found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He tried desperately to remember the information that was in the school paper about the new teachers. He couldn't seem to remember much, though, at least nothing that told him what he wanted to know.
"DO you want us to run through it once, Mrs. Stevens?" one of the girls asked. Marta nodded agreement.
"Just take it from the top and go through the whole thing," she instructed. "I'll sit out here and see how it looks."
Larry smiled and then hastily waved at her as she jumped lightly off the apron of the stage and moved toward him. That was exactly what he had wanted to know. The Mrs. meant that she was either married or had been married. He wondered if there was a husband at home every night to kiss and fondle those lovely tits.
"Hello. It's Larry, isn't it?" she asked in a low sexy voice. "I guess I've never really gotten a chance to know you at the faculty meetings. I'm glad to be working with you."
Larry murmured a polite reply. He was glad, too, more glad than he should have been for a happily married man. He hoped the play rehearsals would last a long time. He surely wouldn't bitch if they ran late this year.
Marta seemed to read his mind. She gave him a quick smile. "I hope your wife doesn't mind if these rehearsals run late," she whispered. "From the looks of this group we're going to have a long, hard job ahead of us."
Larry leaned over to answer. He smelled the light, pleasant scent of her perfume. Her hair tickled his mouth as he whispered in her ear.
"She won't mind," he said assuredly. "How about your husband?"
Marta laughed softly. "That's the reason I'm so glad I got this job," she confided. "Todd spends a lot of time out of town and it keeps me from being lonely while he's gone." Then she turned her attention back to the stage.
Larry grinned in the darkness. What a perfect set-up! Her husband spent a lot of time out of town. It was a sheer stroke of luck he'd signed up for assistant director again this year.
Larry tried to pay attention to the kids stumbling through their badly memorized lines. His mind turned to things much more exciting than the school play. It would be entirely natural for him to get together with the director concerning the play. Perhaps one night after practice, he could join her for a dunk. Then they could discuss more than the play.
Larry forced his concentration back to the stage. It was going to be rough talking about the play, if he didn't even know what it was about. He couldn't concentrate for long though, especially when one of those luscious tits of hers brushed against his arm. He moved his leg closer to hers, pressing up against her thigh. He wondered if she'd move away.
Maria felt his leg pressing against hers and she hid her smile. He was certainly attractive. She wondered if his leg was in that rather intimate position by accident or if he'd pressed against her purposefully. She didn't really care. It felt good, regardless. She could feel her heart start to beat a little faster and a warm glow spread over her body, centering right in the middle of her creaming pussy. She shifted positions slightly, making sure that her leg made an even tighter contact with his. This was fun. She really didn't care if the kids fluffed all their lines or not. She was content to sit in the darkness with Larry's leg pressed up against hers.
When rehearsal was over she had said goodnight. It was too early to suggest a conference about the play. Later though. Her eye met his in a clear invitation as they walked out to the parking lot. Both of them knew that it was only a matter of lime before they would know each other a lot better.
Larry had driven home with an aching hard-on. He saw visions of her lush tits quivering before his eyes. By the time he turned into his driveway he was ready to fuck anything that moved.
Larry loved his wife, but that didn't stop him from dreaming about fucking other women. He hadn't been unfaithful to her yet, but he was thinking about it a lot more than he had before. Jill was a perfect wife and he adored her, but it might be nice to make it with someone a little more exciting… someone who knew their way around in bed. He bet that Marta did.
Larry turned his thoughts back to Jill. She was hot and horny in his arms. It had been along time since she'd been turned on this much. He was glad that she found their sex life satisfying. He just wished that he did.
Jill grasped Larry's hard cock and pumped it up and down. She was thinking about one of the pictures is the book and it was making her very horny. She thrust out her tits and nabbed them against his hands. Then she sighed as his fingers caressed and squeezed.
"Oooooooh," she moaned softly. "Oh, Larry. That feels so good."
Larry felt his cock give a sudden lurch. He knew it was time to bury it in Jill's hot pussy. He had almost waited too long as it was. If he didn't hurry and fuck her, he'd come in her hand!
"Roll over," he ordered gruffly.
Jill sighed again, but this time it wasn't in passion. Every time it got a little bit exciting, Larry couldn't wait. She resigned herself to her fate and rolled over on her back, spreading her legs out wide. Maybe it would take him a couple of minutes this time, if she was lucky. She forced herself to smile sexily.
Larry got into position on top of her. He gabbed his stiff prick and aimed the drooling head directly at her open pussy. He could feel her hot cunt snatching at his prick, drawing it into her steaming depths.
"Mmmmmmm," she groaned as she felt his cockhead push against her small, sucking pussymouth. "Mmmmmmm."
Larry pushed forward into her steaming pussy. He loved the way she arched her body up to meet his when he first entered her. That always made him almost blow his rocks.
He could feel his cock pushing down the slippery hot tunnel of her cunt and nudging up against her hot, soft womb. Larry moved his body down on top of her. He could feel his chest pressing against the soft pillow of her hot tits. She was still as hot as she'd been the first time he'd fucked her ten years before.
Jill couldn't resist the blissful sigh that escaped her lips when Larry first thrust his cock inside her pussy. It always felt so wonderful when his thick hard cock filled her. She wished he didn't have a hair-trigger cock though. If only he could hold out for just a little bit longer.
She felt Larry's hands slip under her tight asscheeks and hold her there. She knew he was ready to fuck hard.
Larry drew back and then slammed down like a pile-driver. His fingers dug into her asscheeks and hold her down. He stabbed and tore into her pussy savagely, five… six… seven times. His prick lunged faster and faster. It made her whimper and grab him around the waist to hold on. She felt his body tense with excitement and then her pussy went slack and cooled under his plunging thrusts. She knew that it was all over. Just one more lunge and he would come, leaving her frustrated again.
Larry didn't feel the change in Jill's pussy. He was too wrapped up in his own fantasy. He pretended that he was plunging and tearing into Marta's hot pussy. He gave one last rough fuck-thrust into her cunt and collapsed.
Jill's mind reeled, in frustrated disappointment as she felt his hot cum squirt into her pussy. It splattered up against the wall of her womb, but it didn't send the hot thrills coursing through her body that she'd read about. It didn't make the world spin around her and it didn't make her scream out in delirious joy. It didn't do anything like that at all.
The only emotions that Jill felt were disappointment that it hadn't been like her dreams and relief that it was over for another night. She had no more illusions about fucking Larry. It would never be any good for her.
She forced herself to smile pleasantly and fake satisfaction. She remained quiet and still until Larry had gotten to sleep. Then she got up and took a sleeping pill. She wasn't going to stay awake all night thinking depressing thoughts. She was going to get a good night's sleep and then she was going to make a little visit to Bobbie Jean's in the morning. She didn't know if she'd have the nerve to try any of that pussy-licking Bobbie Jean had suggested, but she'd borrow the vibrator anyway. At least she knew that it would give her more satisfaction than Larry's cock.