That afternoon Paula was visited in her classroom by Hal Jenkins. She was all alone at her desk. Her students were gone for the day. She flushed deeply as soon as she saw him, and tried to appear busy with the papers in front of her. He closed the door behind him and calmly strode up to her.
"Hal! How nice to see you," she said. "How did your first day of classes go?"
She tried to sound as cheerful and businesslike as possible. But she was actually very nervous. All day long she'd been wondering how she would react when she saw him. Now she knew. She was self-conscious and tense. And what was worse, she was excited.
"I didn't come here to talk about my classes," he said. "I came here to talk about us. I've been thinking about you all day. I can't get you out of my head."
She blushed, "You mustn't think of me at all. What happened between us last night, it was crazy. It was just one of those things. We both probably had too much wine. It can't happen again."
"Why not?" He grinned. "I want it to. Your husband wants it to. And I think you want it to as well."
He had moved, round the desk to stand in front of her. He was close enough to touch her, but he didn't for now. He simply stared down at her. Her fingers were clutching tightly to her pen but she wasn't writing anything.
"You're wrong about all that," she said. "I don't want anything more to happen between us. And I'm sure Gerald doesn't either. You're imagining things."
He reached out to touch her shoulder and Paula felt like an electric shock was running through her. She squirmed up from her chair and began gathering up text books from the corner of her desk. She made a pile of them, clutched them to her chest, and then made for a walk-in storage closet at the front of the room.
He followed her. He actually held the door of the closet open for her and then slid in behind her. He clicked the door shut and gripped her around her waist. Paula shuddered and the pile of books went clattering to the floor.
"Hal, please! Leave me alone!" she groaned. "I'm a happily married woman! I'm not interested in casual sex!"
"You're a liar. You're desperately interested. And your marriage hasn't been happy for a while, I bet. Why are you fighting it?"
Paula was trapped. The room was small and cramped and there was no way for her to escape. He was pressing his body against her and she was forced to reach out and grip the shelves in front of her. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock through his pants. It was jammed tight between her asscheeks.
"Please, Hal! Don't!" she begged. She tried to heave her body forward and away from him.
His hands moved from her hips around onto her belly. Then they slid higher, till they were cupping her big tits. He squeezed the heavy mounds through her blouse. He rolled them around and around on her chest. His crotch stayed firmly locked against her ass.
"I can't get these tits out of my mind," he gasped into her ear. "I keep seeing them naked and dripping with my cum."
"Don't talk like that. Forget it ever happened," she moaned. "Let me go now please, before someone comes by and we both lose our jobs."
She tried to wriggle away from him but it was impossible. He had her trapped against the shelves of the closet. His fingers were working at the buttons of her blouse and in seconds he had it open. Her big tits could be seen oozing over the cups of a lacy white bra.
He tugged at the flimsy harness, and suddenly both her tits had wobbled free. They were dangling there, and he took them into his hands again and massaged them. He dug his fingers into the firm flesh and tweaked the dark-brown nipples.
"Ohhhh, God! Oh please no!" she whimpered. Her hands clung tight to the shelves in front of her for support.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" he wheezed. "You love having your big tits mauled. Admit it."
Her tits were so huge they overflowed his fingers. The nipples were growing hard and long as he teased them. Sparks of pleasure were shooting through Paula, but she wasn't about to admit it. She continued to moan and struggle. She tried to pull her ass away from the hot bulk of his cock.
"You're a real bastard, you know that?" she grunted. "You're supposed to be Gerald's friend, and here you are molesting his wife."
"It's what he wants, baby. I'm only doing what old Gerald wants," he gasped. "And you can bet your ass he's fucking around behind your back. Why else would he encourage us the way he did last night?"
A shudder went through Paula. This was probably true, she thought. Why else would Gerald have behaved so strangely last evening? It had baffled her at the time, but now it began to make sense. Gerald was probably fooling around on her. If he knew she was fucking around with Hal, he would be feel free to do as he liked.
"Oh my God!" she groaned. "Oh my! Oh my!"
Hal's hands had left her tits. He was running them up her legs, raising her skirt at the same time. His fingers scraped up over the nylon of her stockings and then along the taut elastic of her garters. He bunched her skirt up over the small of her back and quickly drew down her whispy panties.
"No, Hal. Please, no," she groaned. But she wasn't really resisting any longer. She had stopped wriggling and was simply bracing herself against the bookshelves.
He knelt behind her and untangled her panties from around her feet. Then he forced her legs apart and gazed at the spilt cheeks of her ass. The buns were trim and perfectly shaped. He gripped them and pried them apart, then sank his mouth between them and licked her asshole. He felt her quiver as his tongue poked at the tight puckered ring.
"Oh God, Hal. No," she whimpered. "That's so dirty! You're making me feel so ashamed!"
"Never feel ashamed where sex is concerned, baby," he hissed, scraping his tongue up and down between the cheeks of her ass. "Just enjoy it. There's nothing to feel ashamed of."
She blushed deeply all the same, and her fingers tightened on the wooden shelves of the closet. The awful thing was that his tongue felt good on her asshole. How could such a shameful and dirty thing feel so wonderful? She spread her legs farther for him, gave him more room to work. But she whimpered softly the whole time.
"Maybe that's why Gerald wants same changes made," he went on, licking the insides of her thigh. "Maybe you have too many hang ups in bed, baby."
Paula groaned. She wished he wouldn't say such things. For one thing, it was embarrassing enough, being half-naked with him in a school closet while he sucked on her asshole. And for another, what he said was probably painfully close to the truth.
She opened her mouth to say something. But before she could utter a word his tongue was on her cunt. He was licking both her puffy cuntlips and probing the tip of his tongue between them. All Paula could do was groan. She felt suddenly weak in the knees. If he kept this up for long, she would collapse to the ground, she was sure.
"So dirty! Oh God, so dirty!" she whimpered. "But so good! It feels so fucking good!"
He had forced the cheeks of her ass wide apart, and her cunt was tilted up towards him. He spread the cuntlips wide with his thumbs and swirled his tongue about inside her. He touched the bud of her clit several times and felt her shudder with pleasure.
"You dirty bastard! Oh fuck, Hal, you're a dirty sonovabitch!" she moaned. "Your tongue feels so good! It's driving me crazy!"
His tongue was also making her very wet. Cunt juice was pouring down from inside her. The inner lips of her clit were stretching, growing longer and thicker by the second.
He ate her for another few seconds. She was beginning to hump her crotch down onto his mouth with gentle motions. But then he stopped and scrambled to his feet. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and shorts down around his ankles. His cock bobbed out and he grabbed it and pumped it up and down. It was thick and solid already.
"Are you going to fuck me?" she gasped. "Are you going to shove your big cock inside me?"
"What do you think, baby? Is that what you want?" he teased. He stroked one hand up and down her asscheeks while he pumped his cock with the other.
"Yes!" she admitted. "I want you inside me, Hal! I want you to fuck me with your big thick cock! Oh please, do it!"
Hal grinned slyly. She was just as hot as he knew she'd be. She might whine and protest about how much she didn't want sex with anyone but her husband, but deep down she seemed to need it badly. And he was glad to give it to her. She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever met.
"Ask me nicely," he teased. "Are you sure you don't want to stay faithful to Gerald? Maybe I should stop right here, before this gets out of hand."
"It's too late for that and you know it, you sonovabitch!" she hissed. "I want you to fuck me! Stick your big cock up my cunt and fuck me silly! To hell with Gerald!"
Again he grinned. But this time he nudged his cock forward till it was nestled between her thighs. Her cuntlips were wide open and drooling. He eased his cockhead between them with no trouble. But before he could move forward, Paula shoved herself backwards. She impaled herself on several hard inches of his prick.
"Ooooooh! Ohhh, it feels so nice," she cooed. "Such a nice hard cock! So thick and hot!"
With her hands still bracing herself against the shelves, she began to hump back and forth. Her knees bent and her pretty ass slapped against his belly again and again. Her cuntlips slid all the way down his cock, till they were nipping at his pubic hair. All he had to do was stand there with his crotch angled outward.
"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me with your big hard cock!" she urged. She drove her cunt up and down on his prick.
He held her gently around her tiny waist. He ran his fingers over the lacy material of her white garter belt and down along the taut elastic of her garters. The garters were digging deep into her trim asscheeks. He loved the look of them stretching down to her stocking tops.
He leaned over her and brought his hands up to cup her huge dangling tits once again. He squeezed them, mashed them hard against her chest. The nipples were well over half an inch long now, and they were as hard and rough as rocks. He tweaked them between his thumbs and forefingers and she squealed softly.
"Pinch my nipples like that? Tweak them hard!" she hissed. "Shove your cock deep inside me! I want to feel your cock going deep!"
"Like this?" he wheezed. "Is this what you want?"
Still clutching at her tits, he began driving his hips back and forth. He met the motions of her ass again and again, knifing his cock deep inside her. His cock was buried to the balls on every stroke. His cockhead plowed far, far up her cunt.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me hard like that! Ram your big beautiful cock all the way up my cunt!"
She eased up on her own movements. She held her legs wide apart and let him plow into her time after time. Her whole body shuddered each time he drove forward. Her big tits quivered in his hands.
"Deep! So deep! So good!" she whimpered, biting her bottom lip. "Don't stop! Keep fucking me like that!"
She was amazed at the sound of her on voice, but she couldn't help herself. Only days before, hours really, she'd been the faithful little wife, never dreaming of doing anything behind her husband's back. Now here she was half-naked in a school closet, fucking like a bitch in heat with her husband's old friend. What was happening to her?
She wasn't sure. But one thing she was sure of. It was all her husband's fault. He had started this whole thing, leaving her alone with Hal, making her wear an obscene dress. He had pointed her in this direction. Could she be faulted for doing what he seemed to want?
"Such a hot little bitch!" Hal was gasping in her car. "You're such a horny little slut, deep down, aren't you?"
"Yes! I think lam!" she moaned. "Oh fuck, yes!"
"You love cock, don't you? Don't you just fucking crave it?"
"Yes! Oh fuck, I do! I love cock! It feels so good plowing in and out of my wet cunt!"
He lunged in and out of her, jerking her body forward against the book shelves. He let her tits swing free and gripped the cheeks of her ass again. He pried them apart to that he could watch his big prick drilling in and out of her cunt. The shaft was as thick as his forearm.
"I knew it all along!" he muttered. "I knew you were one hot and horny bitch as soon as I met you! You just needed the right guy to come along!"
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she whimpered.
She unclasped one hand from the shelf in front of her and cupped her tit with it. She tweaked her own nipple, pinching the nub hard. Then she ran her hand down her flat belly and into her crotch. Her forefinger reached out to find her swollen clit. She began flicking it gently.
"I'm going to cum," she mumbled. "I'm going to cum, you bastard. Do you hear me?"
"I hear you, slut," he growled. "You're going to cum all over my big hard cock! Do it! Then I can spray your hot cunt with my spunk! I'm going to fill you with hot gooey cum!"
He knifed his cock into her several more times, ramming her forward against the shelves. She began to quiver underneath him, and for a moment bethought she would collapse to the floor. She seemed real shaky in the knees. He circled an arm around her waist to support her, just in case. He buried his cock up her cunt again and again.
"Cumming, you bastard! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" she wailed, still flicking her clit. "Fuck me deep! Don't stop! Cram your big ugly cock all the way up my cunt!"
She quivered some more, and sagged heavily against his arm. But she didn't collapse. He drove his cock through all the slime oozing from her cunt, determined to hold off cumming himself. But it was impossible. Her pussy was sucking at his cock and massaging it from balls to tip.
"Going to spunk up your cunt, bitch!" he grunted. "Going to spray your wet cunt with hot cum! Are you ready for it?"
There was no answer. Paula just whimpered softly. She was still cumming, her pussy spasming around his hard prick. She flicked her clit with one hand and gripped the bookshelf with the other. Streams of cunt-juice flowed down the insides of her legs.
His cock throbbed inside her and gushed out a thick stream of cum. She called out loud, as if she could feel it. He spurted again and again, till her cunt was awash with jizz. It overflowed her cuntlips in silver strings and dribbled down the insides of her thighs. White cum hung front his cock in gooey strands.
"Such a hot cunt!" he howled. "So fucking deep! So fucking wet!"
He rammed his cock back inside her and spurted out another long jet of cum. And another. Her cunt was clogged with his fuckjuice. She was still diddling her clit and her hand grew sticky as the slime poured out, from her pussy. Her fingers were webbed together with his silver spunk.
"What a hot fuck you are, baby!" he yelled. "What a hot and horny fucking slut!"
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she gasped, finding her voice at last. "I'm such a slut! I love cock so much!"
Her legs were steadier now and he could uncurl her arm from around her waist. He gripped the rear strap of her garter belt with both hands and humped his hips back and forth more slowly. His cock had gushed out the last of his cum, but it was as big and hard as ever. He watched it slide in and out through all the cum and cunt-juice.
"So much cum! You shot off so much cum inside me!" she gasped. She removed her hand from her crotch and stared at it. There was a thick pool of spunk in her palm.
"And you loved it, didn't you?" he grunted. "Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" Paula admitted.