Going home from school, Susan walked on air.
If she felt guilty over her seduction of a thirteen-year-old boy, the negative effect was so outweighed by her positive satisfactions that it amounted to nothing. She had done what she had wanted to do for years, and it had been so very, very good! That was all that mattered.
Susan's glow persisted through the evening. Chester remarked about it at the dinner table, while his stolid little wife watched, sour-faced, and chewed her food. Afterwards Susan returned to her room because she wanted to be alone with her warm thoughts of Tommy. She hoped he was feeling as good about what had happened as she was. She hoped he would be eager to do it again – and even more next time. She wanted to do everything with Tommy, to teach him everything.
She went to bed early and had no trouble falling asleep. Her first dream was pleasant – not about Tommy or about anything that she could remember later, but peaceful and good.
Her peace was shattered rudely by the vibration of the bed beneath her. She felt something. Someone was in her bed with her, she realized in sudden panic. As she began to struggle and tried to cry out, a hand was clamped across her mouth. Whiskey-scented breath bathed her.
"My darling, lovely angel…!" Chester's softly rasping voice said next to her ear. "Don't make a sound. Oooh, my precious…!"
He took his hand off her mouth, and Susan wanted to scream. But she quickly realized that it would be the worst thing she could do. A scream would rouse Chester's wife, and that would lead to a scandal. A scandal would cost Susan her job, and she would never again be with Tommy.
She forced herself to remain silent as the thick-bodied man who was atop her worked his way down her body, his flabby face nuzzling her breasts through her gauzy nightgown. She knew it would do no good to argue with Chester, to try to persuade him to leave her alone. He was drunk and fired with passion. Susan could feel his hard cock against her thigh.
He pushed up the frilly lower edge of her short nightie. Susan wore no panties beneath. The man's moist lips caressed her belly. Then they settled into her soft sexual nest as he spread her legs wide apart and lifted them.
Susan could do nothing but lie there and let Chester eat her cunt.
Reluctant, compliance quickly turned into pleasure, for Susan wasn't immune to tactile stimulation of her private parts, no matter what the source. Though she disliked the idea of Chester making out with her, her mind deftly solved that problem by imagining that his tongue, his lips belonged to Tommy and that it was the adorable thirteen-year-old who was licking her responsive pussy and shoving his tongue into her wet, grabby hole. The lips grinding at her warm cunt and sucking up her sweetness became Tommy's lips. His hands, not Chester's, were pawing at her breasts, squeezing and rolling them through her nylon nightie, and plucking at her rigid nipples.
The fancy was undermined by Chester's bulk, his aggressiveness, and, particularly, his strong stench of whiskey. Still Susan struggled to maintain the illusion, shutting her eyes and visualizing the lad she loved as Chester's hungry mouth spread her cunt-lips open and ate voraciously. She heard the wet, slippery sounds of his mouth and his muffled groans. She writhed.
Chester pushed her legs farther back and delved with his tongue and flabby lips between the rubbery mounds of her buttocks. This heightened the girl's excitement. Chester rolled her over, so as to gain access to her entire, lovely ass. He pressed his face into the division between the satiny curves, licking her asshole lewdly as her buttocks vibrated responsively against his cheeks.
By that time Susan was ready for anything and, when Chester flopped her onto her back once more, she didn't resist as he sprang astride her. He was nude, and his lusty cock projected toward her face as he straddled her torso. Her eyelids were raised just enough to see the bulging pink head from which Chester had retracted the foreskin. Its teasing aroma tantalized her nostrils.
The impassioned man was pushing up her nightie. Her breasts bobbed free. Chester shoved the luscious mounds together, rolling the springy masses against each other. His thumbs rubbed her nipples, making them bend to the side and flip upright again and again. The stimulation intensified Susan's desire.
The man leaned forward, bracing himself with one arm against the headboard of the bed, and his hard cock dropped into the valley between Susan's tits. He used his free hand and the inner side of his other arm to force her breasts together around his prick, and he drove his hips forward and back, sawing his rod up and down between the girl's soft, warm titties.
Susan gazed from beneath lowered lashes at the red, inviting cockhead which rhythmically surged toward her face. Finally she could resist it no longer, and she thrust her head forward, protruding her wet, rosy tongue. She lashed at Chester's driving cock, succeeding in swiping her tongue-tip across the vented end of his organ several times. This so thrilled the man that he forgot about fucking her breasts and let them spring away from his rod.
He raised himself and scrambled forward. Clutching the base of his pecker, he tilted the stiffly throbbing organ down. Susan's soft, warm lips received it.
The middle-aged hardware merchant realized the greatest thrill of his life as he stroked his wildly excited cock in and out between Susan's sucking, slippery lips. His bloated glans rubbed her tongue which fluttered responsively. His balls bumped her chin.
It was no longer necessary for Chester to hold his cock, because Susan's stroking, compressing lips were doing a marvelous job of that. The man instead wrapped his hands around the back of Susan's head, elevating it to just the proper angle so that her mouth could work more freely and effectively on his prick.
Susan sucked his cock eagerly, lunging far down on the thrusting column, taking its bulbous end into her throat as her encircling lips lapped moistly near its hairy base. Her nostrils were filled with the musky, sweaty tang of the man. Her taste buds reveled in his flavor.
She was no longer thinking of Tommy. Her mind, as well as her mouth, were full of prick. Just prick. Prick was all she wanted now. Sweet, luscious, thick, hard, meaty prick!
Susan loved it.
Chester took as much of her mouth's magnificent stimulation as he could stand, then suddenly pulled his cock out from between her lips, making an audible pop. His organ flipped, twitching ecstatically as it trailed a strand of moisture from Susan's lips, glistening in the moonlight which flooded in through the unshaded windows.
Chester scrambled backward, settling between Susan's thighs. Again he grasped her bare legs, bending them back and wide apart. His eager prick speared her gaping slit. His meat sank six inches into her.
Fucking the pretty girl vigorously, he huffed and groaned. The bed rocked beneath them, its old springs creaking. Susan's hips reached for each thrust of the man's horny rod. She writhed and tossed her head to and fro, making her black hair whip across the white pillowcase and bed sheet. Her nipple-studded titties vibrated in the moonlight.
Chester's cock voluptuously expanded her narrow channel with each inward rush, his bulging cockhead sending ripples up and down her cunt. His hard shaft sawed against her tingling clitty. His balls patted and tickled her anus.
Susan screwed her hot snatch around his plunging pecker. She moaned and panted. Never mind now that the cock belonged to a middle-aged old fart instead of the young, innocent lad she loved. A cock was a cock was a cock when Susan was deep in passion.
"Fuck me harder!" she begged. "Ram it deeper! Give me all you've got! Ooh, Chester, I love your prick!"
"And I love your… hot little pussy!" he panted. "Oooh, God! I can't… last any… longerrr!"
His cock jerked and let go inside Susan. But she was ready. Her orgasm blossomed around the man's hot, vigorous spurts. Male and female clung together, shaking and moaning as they reached Nirvana.
In the morning Susan was tempted to believe it had been a dream. But she couldn't kid herself to that extent. She had sinned again, taking a man inside her and, worst of all, enjoying it.
Though she didn't form the conclusion consciously, her recourse was to concentrate even more intensively on Tommy. Her relationship with him was fine and clean, she felt, despite the fact that he was only a child. Never mind what the world might think about it, she and Tommy were right for each other. He was the only one she really wanted.
She thought fondly about him as she got dressed, leaving off a bra as she had done the day before. She decided to forego stockings and a garter belt also, because it was going to be a warm day and her creamy-smooth legs didn't require a cover to make her look trim and decent. She dressed in just four items – shoes, white nylon panties with little pink flowers printed on them, and a dress that wasn't too tight but clung suggestively to the fullest parts of her curves, revealing the imprint of her nipples and the arching lines of her panty elastics.
Too daring for school? Susan didn't think so, in this day and age.
Walking to the old brick schoolhouse, she enjoyed the quiver of her breasts, her stiff nipples stimulated by the fabric of her dress as they rubbed abrasively against it. She liked the free feeling of bare legs, also, and it was nice not to have any band around her belly – just her whisper-light briefs.
Men ogled her, even more audaciously than usual, but she didn't mind. Let them look, the dirty devils!
Just don't touch me! she thought. I belong to Tommy.
That afternoon she would take him right in the classroom, she decided, which would furnish an extra fillip. She had the naughty thought that it would be wonderful to do it in front of the other children. But that, of course, was out of the question. Susan didn't want to get fired and perhaps even sent to jail.
Her first glimpse of Tommy, as he entered her classroom, sent a thrill coursing through her. She caught his eyes and they communed that way, wordlessly. Woman and child. Lovers.
Susan could hardly wait for the end of the school day…