Carole rose and left Larry asleep in bed. She had bloodshot eyes and it took a half dozen drops of eyewash to clear up the redness. She felt lousy and her pussy ached. It had a hollow, empty feeling that was becoming all to familiar to the woman. She wanted something more substantial, than her middle finger, but that was all she had.
She stepped into the shower and finger fucked herself vigorously. This brought her up to the point of climax, but it wasn't quite good enough. She knew from long practice exactly what to do. She turned on the water until it was right at blood temperature.
All she could feel was the wetness and the gushing force of the water. It might not have existed save for the power of its blast from the nozzle. She stood, legs spread wide apart, so the water could flow over her snatch. Her brown pussy fur quickly matted down and the water trickled across her aroused cunt lips.
She moaned loudly and then bit back an exclamation as she felt the water drive, needle sharp, into her erect clitoris. The tiny organ had poked its pointy head up to take a look around. The action all around it pleased the center of her arousal. She ran her finger over the cit a few times. The lightning blasts of desire racing along her nerves almost made her come.
"I need it so baaaaadly," she sighed. "I want more than this. But this is better than what I'm
getting. So niiiice!"
The water caressed her cit in ways softer and m6re subtle than her finger ever could. She felt the power of her come mounting inside her belly. The sexual tensions were released with a powerful surge as she came.
The top of her head lifted off. She gasped like a fish out of water. The sledgehammer blows to her
body rocked her and made her tense all over. She felt her boobs vowing as her excited heart pumped faster and faster. Her cit even grew. As she pressed her finger into it to stroke around the base, she came again.
This time was even more intense. Her finger drove all the way up into her well-greased cunt. The finger whirled around inside, touching all the slippery walls, and then moved in and out with a speed that no prick could match. She came again.
And again and again and still one more time.
Exhausted, ashamed of herself for having to get off in this private, non-social way, she finished her shower and toweled off. Carole wondered what was wrong with her. She couldn't get off on a normal flicking by her husband. It had to be her. He hadn't changed a single thing he did in the past fourteen years.
Resigned to her frigid fate, she dressed in her housecoat and went to prepare breakfast. Buddy would be up and away to school soon.
She greeted her son, a lump forming in her throat when she saw how much the fourteen year old looked like this father.
"Big day today, Morn," he said, wolfing down his breakfast. "Trying out for the school football team."
"Football? Aren't you a little young? That should be for the juniors and seniors, not the kids in junior high."
"Aw, I don't think I'll make it. But I want to see
all the cheerleaders!" He finished off the last of his eggs and rushed out the door with a fleeting, "See ya tonight!"
She sighed. How fast they grew up. Maybe it was the tempo of society. Or maybe all kids started noticing the opposite sex by the time they were fourteen. She found it hard remembering back eighteen years to how it was like to be a teenager and fourteen again.
"Morning," said Larry, wobbling into the dining room. "God, I slept like a log. Fucking always does that to me. A good way of getting a good night's sleep, huh?"
She agreed. She always did. This was like part of a bad movie. She could predict every line that he'd say.
"Why can't we do it differently, just once?" she said, surprising herself with the request. "Maybe with the lights on. I love seeing your prick go between my cunt lips. I mean see it as well as feel
it. Or maybe you could change positions. Experiment a little bit."
The shocked look on Larry's face told her she had offended him. Suddenly, she didn't care. She pressed on. "Why can't we be more spontaneous? Fuck when we feel like it rather than waiting till the calendar tells us it's the right day for balling?"
"What's got into you, Carole?" he asked, his voice pained. "Isn't it any good any more?"
She wanted to tell him their fucking stunk, that she got no pleasure at all from it, but she had been
faking orgasm so long, it wasn't possible. He wouldn't have believed her.
She shook her head, saying, "I don't know. It's just not as good as it was. When we were first married."
"We've aged a bit. We should be enjoying it more. I am," Larry said truthfully. "What do you want? Maybe a little cock right now,, huh?" He came up behind his wife and lifted her housecoat. Her slim legs gleamed whitely in the light. His hands stroked upwards and along the smooth curves of her asscheeks. He pressed in lovingly and let his fingers glide between her legs. He moved his hands along the perky ass until he could dive between the meaty slabs into the humid canyon he found. She moved away from him a little. He followed her every movement.
"Please, Larry, don't."
"Ummm, I like this. Don't you?"
His hand stroked along the woman's cunt lips. He felt her gash part for it probing fingers. He felt wetness, a sure sign she was turned on. His fingers curled a little and. laced themselves though the thick mat of her pussy fur. He pulled a little spire of bush into a spire and teased it. She sighed and he abandoned. that as not being enough of a turn-on for her..
He dipped into her cunt hole and found it more than a little damp. His fingers came out covered with her inner juices. He started fucking her with his finger.
"You like that? 'Bend forward and let me get your housecoat hiked up. I'm going to fuck you
over the Stove."
"From behind?" she asked, a tremor of anticipation in her voice.
"Sure, why not?" He probed deeper and thought he felt her pussy walls give a little earthquake of desire for his prick. He'd find out moan enough.
Much to his surprise, she twisted and pulled away from him. She pushed down her housecoat and said in a tired voice, "Not right now. What do you want for breakfast?"
"You!"
"I'm not on the menu. You can have eggs or cereal. We tan out of bacon yesterday. I'll have to go to the grocery and get some more after the PTA meeting."
"Fuck the PTA meeting. I thought you wanted to ball! You were wet," he accused. "You wanted it. Why did you decide to stop me!"
His prick pressed hard into his pants and tented the material at his crotch. It wasn't enough to be painful, but it annoyed him. She had asked for a good fucking and he was ready to give it. And then she turned him off like a water spigot. Women. Who could figure them out?
"I've got to get to school fax the PTA meeting," she repeated. "And I wasn't damp from wanting you. I just didn't dry off well after my shower."
Carole wasn't sure if she was lying or not. Her
tired body refused to give her any clues as to the source of the moisture he'd felt. If she'd thought there was a chance in hell she could have gotten one big orgasm out of the fucking, she'd have done
it. Even if he'd humped into a dry hole, she would have gone along. But it would have ended up the same as all their fucking.
He'd come and she wouldn't.
Larry finished his breakfast and left without saying another word. Carole was glad to be rid of him for the day. Besides, she had her PTA meeting to attend.
so the outbreaks of violence in the school will be curtailed by the use of uniformed police officers patrolling the halls. We don't like this any more than you, the parents, do but these are turbulent times and strong measures are needed to stop the violence against other students. And to teachers," the principal added.
Carole tried to keep from yawning. Alex Hansen was a boring speaker, even on a subject which should have aroused her ire. But still, this was better than sitting around home all day watching the gushy soap operas.
She tried to concentrate on what the principal was saying when she felt what she thought was a bug crawling around her ankle. Carole kicked a little to dislodge, the crawling insect. It stayed
firmly on her ankle and moved up her leg a bit more.
Irritated, not liking bugs at all, she reached down to pluck the insect off and crush it under her heel. She was surprised to find the bug disappear. as if it knew what she was going to do. She looked down and saw nothing but her trim ankle and slender calf. Shrugging it off, Carole tried to pay attention to the principal again.
And again came the bug.
It slithered around her ankle and rapidly moved up the inside of her leg. When it got to her knee, she yelped. It wasn't any bug that could grab hold of her knee like that.
She looked down again and this time saw a man's hand. He was rhythmically squeezing her knee and stroking along the smooth flesh of her calf. She started to say something but shut up quickly. This wasn't the type of thing you blurted out for God and everyone to hear.
This was a PTA meeting. She was surrounded by lots of gossipy neighbors and all her son's teachers. How could she possibly yell out, "Will whoever is trying to cop a feel please stop?"
It wasn't done that way. Besides, she liked the feel of a man's hand tormenting her in this way. It was sexy and unexpected. In the condition she was in, it was almost predictable that her pussy was getting damp from the thought of where this might lead.
She closed her eyes and imagined the man
attached to the hand around her waist. And the man attached to the arm surprising her and actually fucking her. Carole liked the little fantasy even if she knew it wasn't going to come true. She was in the back row of the auditorium and in front of her were almost two hundred parents and teachers called for this special meeting. What man would dare do anything with a potential audience like this?
Still, the thought amused her and made her just a little bit hotter than she might have gotten otherwise. The itchy feeling in her pussy grew and she sighed, slipping down a little in her hard folding chair.
It was as if the person stroking along the inside of her leg knew what she was thinking. The hand worked its way slowly up to her thighs. Gentle strokes, hard pressures, probing fingers. She gasped when the tips of the fingers brushed across her panty-clad crotch. This wasn't enough for the fingers. They worked their way up under the elastic leg band of her panties and wormed, through the moist jungle of her tangled pussy fur.
"Stop that!" she hissed, not even knowing who she was talking to. "You can't do that in public!"
"I can't?" came back the laughing answer. "I guess I'll have to do something else, then."
"Who are you?"
"An admirer. More than an admirer. Someone who thinks you're they sexiest, most beautiful woman in the whole world. And someone who
won't be able to sleep nights unless he has you!"
"Bull shit," she said under her voice, but secretly she was pleased. Somebody was going to a lot of trouble and risk to do this. She had to be aroused and thrilled with the attention and she was.
She gasped when the fingers started working off her panties. She looked around in panic. No one seemed to notice her or what was going on. She involuntarily raised her hips. This was all the opportunity needed to slide the panties from her flaring ass. Her panties ended up around her ankles.
She was naked under her dress. And only she and the man undressing her knew it. The thrill of this secret, shared knowledge made her cunt drool obscenely. No matter how much she tried to quell the rising tide of passion inside her, she couldn't do
it. This was all so unexpected, so delightful, she didn't really want to do any such thing.
"Ummm, nice and wet and ready," came the voice from behind her. She craned her neck around to see who was doing this wonderful thing to her pussy. She was just a little bit late. The man was worming under the chair with the agility of a trained athlete.
She turned her attention back forward and saw her son's science teacher crouching between her legs, his fingers gleaming with her cunt juices.
"Mr. Burton!" she cried out.
He put the finger to his lips to caution her to silence. As the cunt-juice-soaked finger touched his lips, he smiled. Then he stuck the finger into his
mouth and licked it clean. The expression on his face as he tasted her pussy sauce was one of total carnal arousal.
"Call me Michael," he told her. "After all, I'm going to eat your pussy and we shouldn't be so formal."
"You're going to what? Now, really, th- Ohhhhhhh!"
His hands went around her and gripped firmly on her buttocks. He lifted, slid her forward on the seat so that her legs draped over his shoulders, and her cunt slipped directly up to his face. His tongue shot out and parted the damp pussy lips.
She went wild with the feel of his rough, pink tongue probing deeply into her twat. The woman had never felt anything this exciting in all her life. She had had her pussy eaten out a lot of times, even though Larry didn't much like doing it for some reason, but nothing had g her the sexual thrill that this sudden move had.
Carole tried to figure out why she was allowing her son's science teacher to do this.
Then she realized ‹the full truth. She was bored with her husband. Larry always did the same old thing over and over. He was a fucking robot. He had no imagination. Larry would never once think of feeling her up in public, much less crawling between her legs and tongue fucking her.
The sensations in her cunt were nice but the idea that a man would take the risk to do this just to eat her pussy was stimulating. The woman sighed
loudly and wiggled a little in the seat so that Michael could get his mouth firmly fixed over her flowing gash. He dragged his tongue up and- down the blue-tinged cunt lips until she was trembling as if she had a fever.
And she did. The fever of flicking.
She wanted more than his tongue up her cunt. She realized it wasn't possible, not here at school, but she still irrationally wanted it. His mouth moved hotly over her most sensitive parts and he was pushing her passions to the breaking point.
The woman couldn't remember the last time a man had given her an orgasm. It was buried in the long dead ruins of what' had been her sex life. She wanted to enjoy the strange sensations as long as she could. The wet, slithery tongue parted her puffy pussy lips and prodded into her cit. She thought the roof was coming off.
She gasped hard and clutched the metal seats on either side of her to keep down the rising tide of her passion. She failed. She came. The woman almost choked trying to keep from crying out. She made tiny, trapped animal noises deep in her throat which attracted attention from a small cluster of parents a couple of rows in front of her. She smiled wanly and shrugged casually. to allay their curiosity.
She hoped it worked. Because of the tongue inside her pussy, stroking back and forth with the regularity of a metronome, her voice was totally gone. All she could do was grunt and moan softly.
She could never explain, to anyone why she was crying out and thrashing around like a beached whale.
"Stop it this instant!" she managed to whisper. Her voice was husky with the promise of fucking.
"Why?" came the muffled question from high up under her skirt, She almost laughed at the sight. It looked as if she were pregnant. The man's head bulged – up between her legs in an unsightly way. But she didn't mind that at all. It was sexy.
"Not in public! Let's go somewhere more private."
"I like it here."
Before she could carry on her conversation with the man whose head was buried so far up under her dress, she saw a couple of other teachers walk in at the back of the auditorium. She hastily moved her coat so that Michael's body would be partially hidden. There wasn't much she could do about the ungainly position she sat in. Her legs were hooked over the man's shoulders.
The teachers walked Qn down toward the front.. Carole sighed in relief. They had to attend so they intended to be where the principal could see them. that was good, as good as the tongue flicking her tight little cunt.
"Ummm, this is tasty. You have a great little curt, but then I knew you would. It always seemed that you would." The voice was muffled by the thick mound of pussy fur and his desire to drive his tongue faster and deeper into her cunt.
When he began working around the rim of her cunt lips again, she came. There wasn't any way she could hold back the incredible tide of her desirer His tongue quickly flicked the tiny spire of her cunt and sent carnal electricity volting throughout her body. This was the trigger she needed for the pent up sexual energies she had been accumulating for so long.
She soared, she sailed, she moaned, she came heavily.
"Not so loud," cautioned Michael. "You want the others to hear what's going on?" His voice was teasing, even tormenting.
"I don't care! I want you!"
"And I want you. Let's split and see if we both can't get what we want. To the projection booth at the back of the auditorium. It's empty right now and I can show you how some of the teachers spend their lunch hours."
"Fucking?" she asked, frightened at the intensity of her own passion for this man.
"That, too. But there's a bit more in the projection booth. Come on up and we'll share it."
With a smooth movement, he left her cunt crying for more. He stood, licked his lips to clean them of her pussy juices, then smiled broadly. Carole looked up at his broad back as he walked away. She wondered why she had never really noticed how handsome he was before.
Maybe it was because he had never eaten her cunt before.