In thinking things over that night, Susan reluctantly concluded that she had gone too far. Having fun with one student wasn't so risky, but, with two boys involved, the chance of exposure had doubled. Also, it was just too dangerous to keep screwing in the schoolhouse.
Susan didn't want to be disgraced and run out of town.
She decided to have a talk with Tommy and arrange to meet him somewhere else. They couldn't get together in her room or at his home, either. They would have to figure out another place.
So that he might have a chance to think it over before she met him at school the next day, she walked over to his house that evening. Just calling on him for a conversation wasn't risky, she thought, since teachers frequently had talks with students in the evenings to discuss their studies. She assumed Tommy's brother would give them an opportunity to talk alone.
She stepped up onto the porch of the Lansons' modest home and rang the bell. She hoped Rusty would be out screwing around somewhere. No, she reconsidered. It would be better if Rusty were at home, so that she could give him an explanation for her presence and he wouldn't hear second-hand, perhaps from a neighbor, that she had visited his baby brother at night.
The door opened. Rusty grinned at her in happy surprise.
"Hello," she smiled. "I'd like to talk with Tommy, if I may."
"Afraid you can't do that," Rusty said, his eyes flicking over her curves. "The kid's gone to bed."
"So early?" Susan asked in surprise. "It isn't nine o'clock yet."
"I know, but Tom was plum tuckered out. He's been that way every night lately. You must be workin' him too hard at that school of yours."
"Well, I…" Susan stopped in confusion.
"Come on in, though," Rusty invited, holding the door wide open. "You and me can have a little drink."
"No, thank you," Susan sniffed, and turned to leave.
Rusty grasped her arm. It was plain to Susan that he had already been drinking. In fact, he was on the verge of being drunk.
"Let go of me!" she demanded.
"Better tone down or you'll wake up the kid," Rusty warned. "Come in. You've got nothin' better to do tonight."
Susan permitted herself to be drawn into the house. Rusty shut the door.
"I'll just have one drink and that's all," Susan said firmly.
"Maybe that'll be enough." Rusty winked.
He had wicked ideas – that was for sure and Susan wanted nothing to do with him. Especially not tonight, after her vigorous sexual workout with Tommy and Spike that afternoon. She sat on the sofa and crossed her bare legs. Her skirt slid above her knees.
"What do you like – bourbon with a little water?" Rusty asked.
"That will be fine," Susan said, being careful to maintain a cool attitude. She didn't know why she was there with Rusty at all, except that he had made it difficult for her to walk away.
He brought her drink, along with one for himself. He grinned over his glass, making a toasting gesture. Susan reciprocated and sipped. Rusty sat beside her.
"So what did you want to talk to the little shit about?" Rusty asked.
Susan colored slightly. "Are you referring to Tommy?"
"Who else?" Rusty gulped from his glass.
"I think it's awful of you to call him a little shit," she said.
"Well, then, the little prick. You like that better?"
"You're dirty," Susan said.
"Now just hold on there," Rusty said, snuggling closer. "As I recall, when you and I were makin' it, you didn't hesitate to use some four-letter words – like fuck me, fuck me, Rusty or somethin' like that."
Susan's cheeks grew very red. "I wish you'd please forget that. We're not going to get together again, ever. It isn't decent."
"Bullshit, baby!" Rusty told her.
Susan started to get up, but the slender, good-looking man grasped her arm, forcing her bottom back down against the sofa.
"You ain't gonna run off just like that," he said. He was ogling her breasts which had jiggled in her clinging blouse. "Say, you quit wearing a bra didn't you?"
"My underwear is my own business, if you don't mind," Susan said huffily.
"Yeah, but when your titties jiggle like that, a guy can't help gettin' interested. Why, I'll bet even Tommy's old enough to enjoy a jiggly set of tits. Struttin' around like that at school, you're probably makin' him jack off in the boys' room. That's probably why he's so tired every night."
"I won't sit here and listen to your filthy talk!" Susan exclaimed, and began to struggle, attempting to free herself from his grasp.
Her glass tipped and spilled onto the rug.
"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, without thinking. "Now look what I've done."
Rusty laughed. "Never mind that. But you just proved my point – that you're not above using a little strong language yourself sometimes."
"I didn't mean to say it," Susan replied, embarrassed. "Now let go of me!"
"Not just yet." Maintaining his hold on her with one hand, Rusty set his glass down. He took Susan's drink and placed it on the end table, beside his own. "I don't think you really want that – or need it, either."
"What do you mean?"
"I think you're fully capable of throwin' a good fuck without any liquor in you. In fact, you proved that a couple of times with me."
"I told you to forget those times," Susan said. "I'll never do it again."
"The hell you won't!"
Rusty moved in for a kiss. Susan jerked her head to the side, seeking to avoid him. But he was persistent. He grasped her chin to steady it. His lips crushed hers. He forced her mouth open, and his tongue came spearing in.
Susan's blood quickened. No man could kiss her that way without invoking a response. Though she preferred boys, and only felt right when she was with them, men excited her physically. That was something over which she had no control.
Rusty slid a hand up her front, toying with her titties through her thin blouse. Her nipples stiffened. Her mouth relaxed more, making it easier for Rusty's tongue to play inside it. Her tongue joined in the game.
She was breathing hotly by the time Rusty began caressing her legs, feeling up the satiny slopes of her thighs. Her legs moved well apart, as if of their own accord, and the man's eager fingers reached the center strip of her panties. He tickled her pussy through the silken fabric.
Susan writhed. She clutched Rusty around the back of the head and did most of the kissing herself. He let her wet tongue flutter in his mouth, next to his, circling and sliding against it.
She was becoming strongly turned on, and it was only natural that she would reach for the center of his sexual power. She caressed the hump in his pants and pulled at it.
Rusty took his hand from her long enough to yank down his zipper and to drag his semi-erect penis out of its confinement. The meaty organ whipped in the air and stiffened up as Susan's delicate fingers closed on its head.
Rusty put his hand back between her legs, this time hooking her panties aside and stroking her hot cunt directly. Her soft labia were puffing and becoming moist. Rusty slipped his finger between the velvet folds.
Susan began to stroke his cock ardently. She wanted that big thing inside her. Boys' pricks were delightful, giving her a special thrill, but they didn't fill her up like a man's cock did.
Before Rusty stuck his prick into her, though, she wanted to taste it. The gliding of his finger up her cunt, rubbing her excited clitty, gave her the final stimulus to induce action, and she tore her mouth free of Rusty's. She bent forward.
The man let her wrap her warm, soft lips around the head of his cock. He moaned as she sucked, licking his flavorful glans at the same time. She began to pump her head up and down, gliding her o-shaped lips across the ridge of his cockhead and along his slippery shaft. His glans pressed her writhing, velvety tongue.
All the while, he was stroking his middle finger in her slippery twat. His other hand rolled her titties through her blouse. He pulled the blouse up, and her soft globes bobbed into his grasp. He squeezed them and pulled on her nipples.
Susan was working on his cock as if it were an ice-cream cone, drawing her lips suckingly up over the tasty head, using her tongue well. She let his organ pop free of her lips. The wet, redolent glans rubbed her nose and rubbed up alongside it as she licked downward on his shaft. Her eager hand scooped his balls out of his pants, and she licked those bobbly fruits in their velvet, hairy sac.
Rusty pushed her down on her back on the sofa, forcing her to give up her oral loving of him. He lifted her bare legs in the air, holding them wide apart. This exposed her pink panties where the nylon cuddled her warm cunt and clung to the plump pillows of her ass.
Rusty bent his head into the V of her thighs, licking the satiny flesh. He nuzzled the center strip of her panties and licked along the elastics which pressed against her rubbery buttocks.
He grasped her panties at both sides and pulled the silky garment along her legs and off. As he spread her legs again, all of her erotic beauty was exposed to him. Silken black wisps curled away at either side from the meaty slash which gleamed wet and pink at its center. Rusty's thumbs opened that delightful feast.
"Oooooh!" Susan sighed passionately as he bent his head once more, this time bringing his mouth into direct contact with her wide-open pussy.
He licked up the slippery inside of one cuntal lip and down the other, letting his nose appreciate Susan's aroused aroma. He fluttered his tongue against her clitty, causing her to gasp and writhe. She pushed her cunt at him, and his tongue slid down from her clit-bump into the hot, grabby mouth of her channel. Rusty tongue-fucked her, stretching her vaginal opening with his meaty, slippery thrusts.
He licked below her pussy, even tickling and moistening the dimple-like depression of her ass.
Susan was so hot that she was beside herself with lust. She flopped onto her belly and elevated her ass. Rusty leaned back to gaze at her beautiful bottom which was magnificently displayed, with her knees spread apart and her tits pressed against the sofa.
She waved her ass at him. "I've been such a bad girl!" she exclaimed, panting. "Punish me with your prick! Ooh please… please!"
Rusty eyed her enticing, tight asshole – a tiny slit of pink, with little puckers radiating out from it, placed provocatively between the luscious white mounds of her buttocks. His throat tightening, the blood surging in his veins, he positioned himself behind the wantonly exposed young woman.
This was the time to take her in the way he had wanted to do from the first, he decided. He grasped his cock, which was moist with Susan's spit and his own pre-coital secretion. He moved toward her inviting anus, which he had moistened with his kisses.
The contact of his cockhead with her rear slit sent a hot thrill racing through Susan. She feared the entry of Rusty's big prick back there – it would be the thickest and longest she had taken up her asshole yet – but she wanted it, too! She had to have it!
Moaning, the impassioned girl wriggled her ass, keeping her back bowed as she aimed her anus upward. Holding his shaft in his fist, Rusty pressed forward, grinding his rubbery, slick cockhead against the forbidden gate.
"Oooh!" Susan cried. "It hurts! Ooooooh!"
But she didn't stop pressing backward, and Rusty didn't stop pressing or grinding, either. Slowly and relentlessly, he was forcing her tight asshole open. The tip of his prick was entering the elastic ring, stretching it wider and wider as the fattest part of his cock followed along.
Susan feared that her anus might pop as the man's horny ridge became lodged in the opening. It hurt fiercely, bringing tears to Susan's eyes. But in a way she enjoyed the harsh punishment.
Rusty kept pushing, and his entire cockhead popped into her ass. Her sphincter contracted behind the ridge, lessening the painful pressure to Susan. She thrilled to the glorious, hot fullness in her butt as Rusty sank his cock deeper.
He began to take little strokes, in and out, and his slippery shaft relaxed Susan's anal muscle. The hurt was practically gone. But how huge Rusty felt in her ass! How hot the fucking was as he thrust deeper and deeper up her rectum!
Finally he was giving her all eight inches of his monstrous cock up her rear, fucking her tight, rippling asshole with long, steady strokes.
"Ooooh, WOW!" Susan panted. "That's so good!"
Rusty grasped her hips, squeezing her buttocks as he stroked in and out. He watched his thick pole withdraw from her pink, encircling asshole, then sink deeply into her butt again, turning the pink flesh inward. Her asshole's snug grasp of his cock was magnificent. The encompassing heat of her rectum was grand, also.
The man had never experienced such glorious fucking before.
Susan reveled in the intense physical sensation and in the degrading aspect of the act, as well. This she never would have admitted, but she responded to it. Moaning, she wriggled her ass around the man's deep-reaching plunges.
He fell forward, over her back, and reached underneath to grasp her titties. He squeezed those suspended, satiny globes, rolling Susan's hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
His balls scratched her pussy and stimulated it each time he sank his quivering cock to its full length up her anus. He pumped relentlessly in and out, fighting the urge to complete quickly.
But he couldn't make the intensely exciting act last as long as he would have liked. Susan's asshole was just too tight, and she was too hot. Rusty's prick throbbed gloriously in her anal clutches.
Giving a growl, he fucked her ass harder and faster.
"Ooh, my Goddd!" Susan cried, and began to climax.
Her entire body writhed and heaved. Her asshole rippled wildly up and down the man's stroking rod. Rusty jerked. Moaning fiercely, he expelled hot fluid from his twitching prick, into Susan's bowels.
The climax was magnificent and complete for them both.
After they had cleaned up, they snuggled into Rusty's bed.
What am I doing here with him like this? Susan wondered. He isn't the one I love. It's his baby brother.
Nevertheless she felt very good lying with Rusty and letting him caress her tenderly as they whispered and kissed. She found he was not altogether the brash, egotistical male she had first known. He had a gentle, genial side which he now showed.
He made Susan feel protected, giving her a sense of security she couldn't get from a mere boy. This was something she hadn't thought she needed, but she responded to it.
Rusty's warm kisses, reciprocated by Susan's slithery little tongue, and his hands tenderly toying with her titties and the velvety lips of her cunt put her in a fucking mood again. On her side, facing Rusty, she let one of her legs climb his body, hooking around his waist. His strong prick found its way into her soft cavern. Susan moved her hips in counterpoint to his as he began to thrust in and out driving his bulging cockhead all the way up inside her.
As they fucked voluptuously, he squeezed and wiggled the resilient rondures of her ass. He twisted his head and tongue-lashed a rigid nipple before sucking it deeply into his mouth. He bathed the tingling bud in his warm saliva.
"Ooooh, Rusty… Rusty… I love you!" Susan heard herself saying.
"And I love you, baby!" Rusty replied with feeling. "You're all the woman I'll ever want!"
The turn-about in her feelings toward Rusty happened so quickly that Susan hadn't had a chance to get accustomed to it or to consider what it meant. She still could scarcely believe what had taken place within her.
But as the leisurely, yet deeply passionate fucking continued, she knew that her feeling for Rusty was real. She did love him. And she wanted him forever.
But what about Tommy?
Oh, God! she suddenly thought. What would Rusty think of me if he KNEW!
She forced that negative idea from her mind as too painful to contemplate and concentrated on the magnificent thrust of Rusty's cock as she ground her hot cunt around it. She loved to feel his hands on her ass while they screwed, his strong fingers manipulating her springy buttocks. She enjoyed his sucking of her titties.
"Oooh, fuck me… fuck me!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me forever!"
"That's just what I figure to do!" Rusty said heatedly as he drove his strong prick into her with heightening fervor.
He rocked her from head to hips with his horny thrusts. He made her titties shake. Susan was thrusting just as vigorously herself. The coupling was no longer relaxed, but was gripped by the lovers mutual need.
They fucked intensely, making the bedsprings creak and sigh.
Suddenly Rusty rolled on top of the prick-speared young woman and drove his hot cock down and into her with such frenzy that she could only gasp and hold her breath, letting out a small, keening squeal as their passion built to an excruciating height.
The lusty bubble burst, and Rusty's hot spurts tilled the well of her contracting, throbbing cunt. Her vagina rippled up and down his twitching rod. Susan clutched the strong, handsome man she loved and bit his neck with her hot mouth as her fingernails raked his back.
She had come magnificently, with all her heart and soul as well as her body. And she knew that her life had been changed that evening.
It was a change she had never expected and wasn't prepared for.
What about Tommy? The question kept recurring.
Susan had no answer, but she knew she would have to work an answer out. And quickly.