Linda was standing in front of her closet mirror when Fran entered the bedroom.
"Hey, toots, your dreamboat just arrived. I told him to make himself comfortable."
"Thanks, kid. How do I look?"
Fran gave her a whistle. Linda had on a transparent white lace shirt over a tight, short skirt. With her majestic chest jutting out, she made a sexy picture.
"A knockout! But hey, listen, Teach. I see what you mean about the kid being a dreamboat. Gawd, is he sexy. Robert Redford, eat your heart out. He looks like he's really got a big apple in his basket. I wouldn't mind taking a bite myself. How did you get him to come over?"
"I handed him a note that said I was free at eight o'clock. I haven't got my lie straight yet as to why I asked him over. I'll think of something, though. The important thing is that he's here!"
Fran took the liberty of' smoothing her hand over Linda's nicely rounded ass. "Yeah – where Daddy can't watch over him, huh? You could. get into trouble with the school board. The kid's old man is big shit around these parts."
"I don't care. Haven't you ever wanted something so badly you were willing to risk everything for it?"
"You don't have to explain to me, sweetheart. Teaching is for the birds anyway. They don't pay you enough money to deal with their little middle – class monsters. I started to be an airline stewardess when I got out of college. I wish I had now. At least there you have a crack at scoring a millionaire. In this town all you get are baldheaded history professors."
"It's never too late – there's still time to blow this place. Hey, I better get down there. Come on down and I'll introduce you to him."
When they came downstairs, Bill Fitz was looking over the record collection. There were a lot of the Beatles and Rolling Stones, and a few Bob Dylan. He would have never suspected Miss Harris was that far out.
"Hi. Billy. This is my roommate Miss Fran Carson. She teaches English."
"Yeah, I've seen her at school plenty of times." He was very nervous. He did not know what to do with his hands.
Linda and Fran ate him up with their eyes. They made small talk for awhile and then Fran excused herself, making it very plain that she would be out late tonight.
As soon as Fran left the house, there was tension in the air. Bill, being as young as he was, was not comfortable with a woman as voluptuous as Miss Harris. She on the other hand, could not decide how she wanted to play out the scene. What did she do, come on strong and snatch out his penis and tote him off to bed? She had to remember that he still saw her as a teacher, an authority figure. If she was too aggressive, he might withdraw.
He was so quiet that it made her nervous so she picked up a joint from the cigarette box on the coffee table. Then she realized what she had done. He saw her holding the joint.
"Well, no sense trying to hide it. We're going to be friends, aren't we, Billy?"
Billy felt better now and sat down. He looked at her for a long while, trying to decide what to make of her.
"I don't see no reason why we can't be. I mean, I think it's great that you took time to see me."
"If we're friends, I can light this joint. Will you have some?" She said it in such a way that if he refused he was not a man.
"Yeah, I get stoned all the time."
She lit the joint. She passed it to Billy and then gave him her side view. Billy nearly choked on the smoke, seeing the silhouette of her big, booming bust. Suddenly he began to weigh the possibilities…
She drew back the curtain and they could see the ocean and the sun going down. She returned to the couch and sat down beside him. Their thighs touched. Linda hoped that he would soon be too stoned to remember why he had come there. the couch and sat down beside him. Their thighs touched. Linda hoped that he would soon be too stoned to remember why he had come there.
After a couple of deep hits, Bill Fitz was not himself any longer. In essence he was a better lover than his dad. Miss Harris looked far more beautiful than that whore his dad had brought home last night. Boy… if the fellows could just see him now! And she sure was making him comfortable.
He liked the house because of its rustic, beach – cottage atmosphere. There were sea shells on table, and oddly structured driftwood lying about. An outdated stereo speaker sat in one corner with a host of everybody's favorite albums stacked on top of it. On the wall was a very good painting of a nude male. The artist had overemphasized the largeness of his penis. Perhaps the artist was a penis worshipper, or by emphasizing the male organ maybe she was saying to her sedate circle of divorcees that she was not a child any more; she dealt with the biological fact that males were different from females and she loved the difference.
The sun went down and the sky turned yellow, then slipped into nightfall. The shades were left open and the outdoors cast enough light into the semi – dark room to make it cozy.
But Bill still was not sure how real Miss Harris was. She had chatted about subjects near enough to sex to lead him into it. She was letting him know that she was a swinger. He had mentioned Bobby Wills in passing.
"Oh? What did Bobby tell you about me?" She laughed in a phony 'all – pro's'voice – not convincing at all. "I knew he couldn't keep quiet about it."
"No, really, Bobby didn't tell me anything."
"I bet he did so. Come on, tell me." She touched him as old friends do.
"Well – he said that – ah, er, you were a far – out lady." He dropped his head and folded his hands in his lap.
She wondered what he meant. "Far – out" could mean anything. The subject was dropped and now she really did not know how to play it. Had Bobby Wills told him that she went down on him in the supply closet?
Billy was hallucinating a little – it was damn good grass. She sat there on the edge of the couch puffing the joint. What great legs she had! They were very long, and very tan, and almost a crusty bronze in color. The skirt was high on her legs and exposed a lot of her "hamhock" thighs.
He was getting horny to fuck her. He didn't care if she was that much older than he was. He was a man and he had a dick and he could fuck good. He knew that because he had laid it to Suzan so good she could not go to school for two days. And everybody always talked about how big his cock was. He wondered if Miss Harris thought so. For what other reason would she have invited him to her house? He began to weigh the possibilities again.
This time his penis helped him. It throbbed and surged down his leg. The heat of it against his leg made him think how nice it would be to roll it on those big, pretty thighs of Miss Harris'.
He was getting hot flashes grooving on her legs. His overactive imagination was conjuring up all sorts of fantasies. He freaked off legs like hers: the thighs looked so tender, so round and fully packed. Her fleshy thighs indicated that her pussy was constantly smothered in them. He knew her drawers had to be wet.
He moved closer to her. She pushed back into the corner of the couch. She looked at him in bewilderment, then came close for his kiss. It was a good kiss. It was a very good kiss. He was immediately hot to fuck and curious to feel her big tits. He wanted to see how soft they really were. He almost rushed it when he cupped one clumsily.
He had to play it cool because he knew other guys had made eyes over her big cans. He had to come in through the back door to make sure he stayed in her house of pleasure. She could not help but wonder why he was not groping over her chest. Was not that the reason he had come tonight?
Actually, he really did not freak out on big breasts, but he could get off into a trip over boobs Miss Harris' size. Her sweet breasts would be just that much more sugar in the pot, so to speak.
He began to work on her in a hurry before she changed her mind. She might be the wishy – washy type who loved to talk themselves out of doing "nasty" things.
"I shouldn't let you do this," she said. "That's one of my problems. I don't know how to say no. You just have to touch me and I'm all yours." Her voice sounded like it came from a distance, like from a well – guarded place deep within herself. "Is that what Bobby told you about me? That's it, he probably told you that I'm a pushover."
He had learned from his dad a long time ago never to intervene when a woman is fighting with herself – lay back and wait. She did not want him to see how desperate she was to fuck.
"Golly, you sure have nice breasts."
"I'm glad you didn't call them tits. I hate that. But thank you. They're too big, though."
She protectively dropped her right arm across her peaks. He had to prove to her that he was not a kid, and he came here to fuck and not horse around. He firmly moved the arm aside, and almost cruelly squeezed her right tit. She shriveled up in pleasure like a sun – dried plum.
"Oh, Gawd, I've been waiting so long for you to do that. You just don't know how I dream of you, Billy Fitz."
"Oh wow! I don't believe it. I – I never thought… you know what I mean, I wanted you too. But I didn't think you wanted me in the same way as I wanted you."
"Billy, don't talk, just take me. Just this once have pity on me."
She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the couch. Her hands brazenly guided his bands over her tits.
"Feel me. I love to have them squeezed. It feels so lovely when a man does it. Nothing happens when I do it."
Again her voice was not directed to him specifically; it could have been any man off the street moving her blouse off her shoulders to see her play – pretties.
She was genuinely embarrassed for a moment when he saw her mammoth – sized breasts exploding over her bra. They were a shock to his eyes. Seeing them that way, bubbly swells of honey mounds, turned the ballgame completely around. Bingo! He saw now what the other boys boasted about. Miss Harris had knockers so majestic that they sprung right up and kicked you in the eye!
He just could not believe a woman could have that much cleavage. The bra was a super job designed to the last detail to hold as much as possible in. Her breasts had to measure a good thirty – nine inches.
He reached back to unsnap the bra. He fumbled in the dark. She obligingly offered to do it. "Here, you better let me unsnap it. This damn thing is a bother…"
Her tits dropped like a flash of lightning that illuminated the room. She was deeply tanned and the better portion of her breasts were milky white topped by perky, chewy red nipples. He captured one and moved it around her chest. It was full and heavy, and just touching it made his penis harder than a rock!
She removed the blouse and bra and threw them to the floor. She looked as if she was thinking: "Well, let's see where this takes us. It doesn't matter if he's good or not, as long as I get mine." Her lips drew thin, her eyes smoldered in desire.
Her auburn hair made a beautiful halo around her sleek bronze shoulders, and her white breasts hung down like grapefruits, like headlights glowing in the dark.
Bill felt down her legs to her center. The moment he touched her pussy she started to squirm. No pretense. She was a hot nymphomaniac.
His dad had told him to always be a man. So he cleared his throat and spoke up. "Let's get you out of this skirt."
She stood up. There was something sexy about the way she unzipped her skirt. She looked relieved to be free of it.
He saw how pretty her ass was. Her panties were damp enough to cling to her buttocks. Her ample butterballs sat in them nicely. It was sexy to see how the material had slid up the crack of her ass. She turned around with both arms across her chest.
"Where's your bedroom?"
"Upstairs. I guess the couch would be sort of uncomfortable."
She led the way out of the living room into the hall and up the stairs. To the left, straight back, was her bedroom in the rear of the house. The moment he walked in he felt her sexual presence. It was like being in a spider's web, and wanting to be there, but scared to death the pussy was going to be too good.
A waterbed was against the wall under the side windows. She pulled the blinds to let the moonlight in.
Bill could not believe how good Miss Harris was at sucking his cock. When she went down, she went down! Most girls had mouthed his cock as though they were obligated to do so. If you had an abnormally large cock, they were happy to take the sting out of it so it would fit their cunts. Some girls would blow you off just because they did not want to fuck you. Not Miss Harris. She looked as though she really enjoyed eating his meat. She played her role of educator very well, but behind dosed doors, she put the male first. In the privacy of her home, with nobody looking over her shoulder, she did not fuck around with her personal kicks.
At first she stretched his penis along his thigh without touching the crown. She wanted to see just how long she could make it. She got off on king – sized cocks. What a surprise she must have gotten when his penis stretched to its full, massive size. She lurched back and looked up at him with sexy blue eyes, as if to say: "You should be ashamed of yourself." He became embarrassed. All his life he had been teased about the.size of his cock. His buddies gave him nicknames like "Elephant Walk," "Bull," and "Tree Tops". And to see her stare at him as if he was a living freak threw him for a loop. Was he really that huge? He looked down and tried to measure his cock in his mind. His dick was the same length as her face from forehead to chin. Then a totally different look came over her face. One that might have said: "I'd better get into eating this cock. After all, how often does one get the chance to suck on a truly gigantic prick?"
He heard her smack her lips and he shuddered as from a shock of electricity. Her mouth opened and he closed his eyes in anticipation. It was like a hot oven had captured his dickhead, hot and juicy. She put just the slightest pressure on his dick. She gagged it and let the goodness simmer a bit. She wanted to see if he liked her mouth. "You're a beautiful lady," was all he could say. They both waited while his dickhead surged as large as a good – sized apple. When the crown was as hard and sensitive as she wanted – she began to swish her tongue around the ridge without opening her mouth.
He shoved it into her mouth until the tip of his prick was deep down in her throat. Her gentle fingers slowly pushed him back, to let him know she could not take deep shots too often. From that point on he knew this was going to be the best flicking he had ever had. She wet his crown and let it pop into her mouth. She got off on seeing it wiggle like an uncontrollable wild thing.
She pushed his legs wider apart and settled down to really get into it. She grasped it with both hands and smoothed her face along the shaft. The side of her face was still another intensity of heat. Her beauty meant nothing in comparison to how she adored his penis. She did not need the make – up now, the hours of setting her hair. None of that mattered now. All barriers were down. The door was locked tight.
She ate him as she would a lollipop, with precious pink lips that never seem to quit. Up and down she rubbed her face against his stock, until finally she licked all the way up and gorged on the crown.
"Oh, it's good, baby. Lie down. I want it inside me."
They climbed on the waterbed, splashing around, getting comfortable. Bill took a deep breath and kissed her hard. He was holding a lot of woman, her breasts flattened out against his chest. He kissed her neck and shoulders and brought his lips down, to her navel. He put both hands around her thighs. His mouth was above her pussy and she felt his hot breath. Before she could encourage more, he was licking the lobes of her thighs, going from one to the other. At first it was titillating to her, then it became more intense as his wet tongue played over her clitoris.
Her legs opened and his tongue stabbed into her pussyhole the way a cock would. She held his head and squirmed her hips to make her cunt juicier. She fucked his tongue and soon he was frantic and slurping her juices. He was such a dear, sweet, darling boy, so eager to please.
"Not so hard, honey." She was jolted when he had gotten carried away and bit her cit.
"Ohhhh… I'm sorry."
"Stick your finger in it… twirl it around a little for me. That's it. We want to get it good and juicy so that big dick of yours will get in."
He rose up and stuck his prick into her pussy. She cried out loud. Then the pain subsided and he was a good long way inside her vagina. A smile crossed her lips, having such a beautiful union, discovering that she could hold his entire length in her pussy. Her pussy contracted and played havoc over his shaft, bathing it in her hot juicy fluid. She drew her legs up and over his back to take more of his cock, stealing it from him by degrees, taking all of it, raping it of its strength, letting it drive in and out, stroking, burning, throbbing to be pinched in the most heavenly feminine funk imaginable.
"Gawd, you sure can fuck good. Do you like me, Billy?"
"Oh, oh, oh…" he huffed and puffed, "… best I ever had."
She felt the way his body trembled, and held on with his deep intrusions. That sensation gave her pleasure and she reached up and kissed his ear, then blew into it. "Oweee, Billy. Gawd, you're so strong. I love it, I love it! Get all you want, sugar."
He raised up to his knees, still keeping the flicking going. He wanted to see what she looked like on her back. The moment he saw her large tits rolling over her chest, he reached forward. He grabbed them both and began squeezing and shaping them into cones. The sight of their fullness made his cock surge with ever more strength. He was filling her now, stuffing her with his entire throbbing dick. She reached down and pressed hard into her belly. "I can feel it going all the way up here," she told him, hoping he would lighten up a little bit. But she had invited him over to fuck, and he did not care if he was ripping out her insides. He was sorry but the pussy was just too good to sweet – fuck.
Still hovering above her, he brought his right hand down to tease her clitoris. He had done this with some of the younger girls and it drove them crazy. He was anxious to see what effect it would have on Miss Harris. He touched it and she made a squawking sound in her throat and drew up. The expression on her contorted face said that she had gotten her first climax. Her face flushed red and he felt his dick being propelled nearly out of her tunnel.
"Oh… keep your hand on my cit. I have this problem..I cum so often that it pushes the penis out of me. I know that's no fun for you. But if you keep your hands on my clitoris it opens up my pussy more. And it doesn't hurt so much, when you go so deep."
He kept banging away and she shut up long enough to have another orgasm.
"Oh wow, let me catch my breath. That second one was a goodie. I can keep going off like this forever and ever – "
"I dig your tits, baby."
"Do you? While you're fucking me like this? Does it turn you on?" She began to cup and squeeze them for his delight. "Okay, I don't mind, but it feels better when you do it. But you can't very well rub my clit and squeeze my tits at the same time. Aren't they monsters!" she giggled like a school girl and pointed a nipple at him.
He raised both her legs higher and bent them back to her chest. He smoothed the sides of her shanks and gloried in her symmetry. Her pussy seemed to get tighter, which made his penis all the harder.
"I'll try not to cum so much," she said. "But it's so damn good."
"You can cum as much as you want. It doesn't bother me." And it did not, because he was getting his fill, hitting all her distant corners where the hot sensations were buried deep.
"You don't mind?" She was surprised because most older men resented her having multiple orgasms.
"That's why I am here, Miss Harris."
"You love to fuck, like me, hub? Okay, I like it all the way in where it hurts. Sometimes I like to be punished – it makes me feel like I'm into my subservient role." inadvertently she squealed and had another orgasm.
He rammed it to her, again and again, harder and deeper, until she was nearly slobbering at the mouth, gasping for breath. He put his tongue in her ear and milked down her titties.
He felt himself going off slowly and she locked her legs over his back and would not let him go, aware of how he was straining to hold back the explosion. She whupped it to him so good that he became weak – too weak not to let it all come down. A rush of hot, boiling semen was shooting down the tube of his penis. He had never in his life experienced an orgasm quite so soul – stirring.
It was after two when Fran returned home from her date. She lit a joint downstairs before going up to bed. She turned out the hall light and went upstairs. There was not a light under Linda's door so she presumed that she had flaked out early. She went into her room and settled into bed. She thought about Frank before she began to drift into a nice sleep. Then she heard the dull splashing sound of Linda's waterbed going a mile a minute. She sat up and listened more carefully. Sonofabitch! Linda still had that kid in there, fucking him to death. She heard Linda moan once or twice and squeal loudly. She had to be getting plenty of good dick to make her carry on so. Usually Linda was fairly conservative in bed.. Maybe Bill Fitz was the puppeteer who could pull Linda's string.
Fran laid back down and masturbated herself to sleep, listening to Linda going off every two minutes.