He leaned back, lurching up on his knees and holding Ann's legs wide apart so Madge could see how her cunt was opening and trembling and frothing around his cock. Without any warning, he felt his stinging load start to boil out. The hair stood up on the back of his neck when he heard the rising wail escaping Ann's parched lips.
"We're coming!" she babbled. "We're coming together. It's heaven! I can feel your cum burning my poor little hole. Aaaahhhh!"
Rod grunted and rammed his cock all the way home. It jerked and kept pouring more and more cum into the clenching cunt beneath him.
Ann suddenly twisted out from under him and lunged for his spouting tool. She jammed it into her mouth and sucked frantically on it, jacking his battered pole and sinking her thumbs deep into his cum-channel, milking out every drop. When he was dry, she rubbed his softening prick over her flushed cheeks and licked it up one side and down the other.
Rod sat on the carpet, looking down at her flushed face nestled in his lap. He pulled Madge up close to him.
"If you know any more cock-mad women like this one, please don't introduce me to them, Madge. One like her, every so often, is quite enough. If a man can be fucked to death, this is the female to do it!"
Madge rumpled his hair and kissed him. "You would rather die by easier stages… like when you and me fuck. Right?"
He smiled and painfully eased his tired cock out of Ann's clinging mouth. "I want to go just a little at a time."
Ann sat up and stretched. "Now I'm going to take my pussy home," she announced shakily. "And I'm going to soak it in a big tub of bubbles. And then, damnit, I'm going to see a certain high school principal I know."
Ann stretched out in the hot tub full of pine-scented bubbles and sighed contentedly. Even though she knew the feeling wouldn't last, her raging sexual hunger seemed temporarily satisfied.
She had grown used to always feeling horny, to the little tingles that zipped up through her every time she crossed her legs and the crotch of her panties teased into her moist slit. Ever since the first time she had her pussy filled with a hard cock, she felt she had been going through life at a dead run, searching for a man who could really satisfy her. She could not remember how many men she had fucked. Their faces and their thrusting cocks ran together in an erotic blur of confused images. She sighed again.
"You crazy nymph," she told her image in the tall mirror at the end of the tub. "You better get your act together. Fucking around with psycho teenagers and other women's boyfriends is no damn good. Your cunt needs a steady fucker of its own. It's high time you got your own personal stud."
Her fingers cupped her pussy, so soft and warm and still ultra-sensitive. Her clit promptly stiffened and began to clamor for more attention. She spread her legs and sloshed the warm bath water up her pussy hole, trying to ignore the itching sensations of her demanding cunt. She realized she was more than a little tired. It had been one hell of a Saturday. Already she'd had more cock than most women got in a month.
Then why did she still feel so restless? Why wouldn't her pussy let her relax, stop its throbbing way up inside?
"What I need is a good night's sleep," she told herself, standing up in the tube. But the towel drying her pink pussy made it so alive and hot, she knew sleep was not going to come.
Maybe she should call Greg again. If he was fucking that skinny twit of a secretary, he must be hard up for ass. But then, as principal of a high school in, a conservative town, he couldn't run around like a hot stud, picking up strange women. The wealthy, overstuffed matrons, who Ann knew really ran their community, would nail his hide to the wall out of sheer jealousy if he was seen too often in doubtful company.
"But I'm a teacher. Like he was before he became principal of Grover High," Ann told her mirror. She suddenly grinned. "I'm respectable! On the outside, at least. Those catty bitches might even approve of Greg dating me. If I wore a tighter bra, maybe."
She cupped her full white tits and ran her thumbs over her erect nipples. "Fuck that idea," she muttered. "The cups would drive me batty, pressing on my nipples."
She reached down and spread her swollen cuntlips, peeking at her erect clit nestled in the blonde curly bush. She suddenly giggled like a hot virgin schoolgirl looking in the boys' gym window, and bent over to whisper to her pussy, "Shall we call Greg?" She felt her cunthole contract, and watched her clit swelling fuller. "We will!"
She hurriedly dried herself and filled the bathroom with clouds of scented powder. "You are just a nympho, Ann Carter," she told herself. "But what the hell. You need him… and his cock. Go get him!"
She slipped into a filmy black see-through and ran a brush through her pussy fur. A touch of lipstick, and a few dabs of perfume, in just the right places. She could feel his strong cock in her already!
She flounced into her bedroom, her boobies bouncing. This was where she would bring him. She would fuck him silly, right there in her king-sized bed. She'd flip on the tiny silvery spotlights in her ceiling and watch herself getting fucked royally in the big mirrors that ran from floor to ceiling on either side of her bed. How different it would be from that frantic fucking on the hard floor of his office.
She stumbled over her camera and picked it up to toss it into her dresser drawer. A tiny germ of an idea began to grow in her hot mind. She remembered when she had previewed her selection of slides before the school board of young girls masturbating. Greg had very hesitantly asked her to run through them again. He hadn't been able to tear his eyes away from the screen, watching the tender girls fingering their clitties. And hadn't he said he loved to see a hot woman do herself? She would get him in bed with her and drive him bananas, fingerfucking her pretty pussy right under his hot eyes.
The sound of the doorbell interrupted her sexy thoughts. She absently tied the filmy robe around her waist and shuffled through the living room, preoccupied with her horny plans. She swung the door open and blinked in surprise.
"Hello, Ann." Greg was smiling at her. "You called, remember?"
She finally found her voice. "Oh, yes. This afternoon. Ah… I was just getting ready to come. I mean, to go. Out, that is."
"Dressed in that frilly black foofoo thing?"
"You… you make me feel stark naked, the way you're staring at me," Ann said softly. "Would you like… ah… a drink?"
"That, too," he grinned, following her swinging hips over to the tiny bar at the end of her long couch.
Her hands shook as she splashed scotch into two tall glasses. She felt she didn't dare look directly at him until she got herself under control. He was going to fuck her – right here, right now!
She could feel his eyes burning through the sheer fabric of her gown. Her nipples were achingly stiff. She wanted to get control of the situation, like when they were together in his office, but she was so damn hot and hungry for his cock, her mind was in a whirl.
He came up in back of her, standing at the bar. She felt his strong hands around her waist, tugging her back toward him. Her sensitive ass shivered when she felt the hard bulge of his cock pressing against her ass. She turned to face him, holding the drinks. Her gown, brushed open, and one rounded tit slipped out. His warm hand cupped it, his fingernail teasing her pink nipple.
"You have the most beautiful breasts in the world," he murmured.
The words slipped out in spite of herself. "Prettier than Jody's?"
"Oh, hell, yes!" he said emphatically. His mouth brushed over her pouting lips. He pulled back and looked down at her face. "Ah ha! So that's it! You're jealous of my secretary. Here, give me your hand. Feel. She never gets me that hard, Ann. Not even when she'd doing her damnedest to suck me off. She's just a young, horny kid who thinks she's in love."
"And you?"
He pulled her down on the sofa and put their drinks on the end table. His fingers tugged at the cord of the gown around her waist.
"It's you I keep thinking about," he said. "It's you I want. I can't stop thinking about that wild afternoon with you, in my office. I'm even getting used to walking around with wet shorts."
His eyes took in the deep cleavage between her trembling tits. He put her hand, palm down, on the thick, sturdy cock that moved so enticingly under the pressure of her fingers. Shivering with excitement, Ann melted into his arms and lifted her open mouth to be kissed.
When their long tongue-fucking kiss ended, her negligee had fallen open and her full, lush tits were standing out naked under his gaze.
"You are so lovely, Ann," he breathed, laying her down on the soft sofa. He pushed her gown away so he could admire the nakedness of her warm body. His head lowered, and he buried his face in the warm valley between her tits. He bathed her rigid nipples with his tongue before his lips moved over the smoothness of her dimpled belly. His tongue teased around in the soft indentation of her belly button. His hand reached beneath her, and cupped the firm cheeks of her ass, his fingers moved smoothly into the glowing firmness of her flushed skin.
Ann shivered ecstatically. This was so much better than the frantic makeout in his office. His movements were slow and sensuous. He took his time, enjoying every soft curve that led his fingers into all her secret turn-on places that she wanted him to explore. Her mouth went dust-dry with excitement, but she could feel her pussy flowing like a mad river, trickling warm juice down her shaking thighs. She yearned to get her hands around his cock, but she forced herself to wait, to let him lead the action.
She felt him spreading her legs and kissing the softness of her thighs. His wet tongue traveled down her smooth calves, over her trim ankles, licked gently over the soles of her wriggling feet and moved, slowly and teasingly, back up her legs toward her hot cunt. She gasped out loud when his searching tongue-tip grazed over her raging hot clit.
"Mmmnnnmmm," she moaned. "I'm going to melt and run all over this couch, Greg. Lick me. Oh, please, lick me!"
His warm mouth covered every single inch of her pussy, his tongue swirling around in the slick, heated flesh of her dripping cunt. Her hips lifted her cunt tighter to his mouth. When he began licking just the very tip of her clit with his talented tongue, she whimpered and gave up trying to delay the delicious orgasm that her nerves demanded.
"Greg, darling… help me. Suck my clitty harder. Push me over the top. I have to come. Have to! Just once. Just one tiny little come."
"It's too soon. Wait, like I am. Let it build up," he said, rolling her gently over onto her stomach. He pressed his face into the yielding depths between the cheeks of her ass. Ann shook from head to foot when his wet tongue licked around and around her sensitive asshole. He slipped one hand beneath her and swirled his thumb tip over her clit.
She began to pant and squirm and mumble incoherently. Strong flashes of electric current jolted up her spine and spread a foggy haze over her eyes. He turned her over again and spread her shaking thighs with his strong hands. His mouth closed over her cunt again. He lapped at her juicy pussy, letting the sweet flow seep into his strongly sucking mouth.
Ann's body writhed and twisted in ecstasy on the yielding sofa. Her hands clenched his hair and pulled his head tighter and tighter to her wet cunt.