"Mrs. Kane? This is the vice-principal at Hoover High School. I hate to call you again about the same thing, but John's been in a fight," the man said sympathetically over the phone.
"Oh, noooo. Was he hurt?" Sheila asked as her heart pounded away in honor.
"No. In fact, the other boy took a pretty bad beating. Your other son Bob came in and helped his brother. Then other boys joined, and, well, before you know it…"
"I know, I know," Sheila groaned. The old scandal was following them wherever they moved.
This was the second high school her sons had been placed in since the divorce, and it was no better than the first.
"According to school rules, the parents must come down to pick up their children after an event like this. Counseling and all that, if you know what I mean," the vice-principal said softly. Sheila began to feel that the man was sounding more like an obscene caller than a school official.
"I'll be there in a few minutes," Sheila said as she tried to control the fire racing through her snapping snatch. "Just keep them on ice for a while."
"Will do, Mrs. Kane. See you soon," the man mumbled in the receiver, as Sheila hung up.
"Damn!" the blonde said, banging her fist against the coffee table. She hated people for following her and her sons wherever they went and bringing up an ugly past event. Sheila prayed that people would forget. But they seemed to enjoy taunting them into corners until all they could do was lash out.
"Hey, forget about me?" Frank called out from the top of the stairs.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Sheila said, suddenly remembering why her pussy was aching so much. "That was the school. I've got to run down there and pick up my sons. They've been in a fight," Sheila said as she turned and ran up the stairs.
"Hey, not so fast. They'll keep," Frank said as Sheila stepped up to the top landing.
"But I can't keep them in the vice-principal's office all day," Sheila said softly as she felt Frank's powerful, hairy arms wrap around her slender waist.
"Why not for a few minutes more? Besides, if they've been fighting, they need a few minutes to sit down quietly and get themselves together before you get there. And I guarantee you that you'll be in a hell of a more receptive mood once I take care of this," Frank said, reaching down and squeezing her snatchlips together.
"Ohhhh,yesssss!" Sheila groaned, closing her dyes and hunching against Frank's powerful body. She felt the full length of his thickly veined cock slide up and down her drooling gash. Sheila knew that she couldn't even think of driving to her sons' high school until her prospective boarder fucked her brains out.
"Then come on," Frank groaned, taking her by the hand and leading her back to the bedroom.
Sheila moved like a mechanical doll, her eyes riveted on Frank's twitching cock and contracting balls. Everything vanished for her except the man's dick and the mind-bending cunt flutterings that grew increasingly powerful with every passing second.
"Ahhhhhh!" Sheila gasped as she rolled onto the bed and hiked her legs high in the air. She looked hungrily at Frank as he crawled on top of her. Her nipples poked angrily up at his face as her swollen tits heaved up and down on her panting chest. Sheila's slender, firm body was covered with a sea of sweat and spit as she wriggled on the bed, begging the man to fuck her. Frank leaned forward, extending his arms and putting them on either side of her shoulders as he bumped the swollen, purple tip of his jerking prick against her asscheeks.
"Ummmmm!" Sheila groaned as she reached between her trembling thighs to grab his cock in her hand. She used the other hand to spread her pussylips wide apart.
"Ohhhh, God!" Frank groaned as he closed his eyes tightly and hunched forward.
Sheila grunted back and rubbed the pulsating, purple cockhead over her soft, trembling cunt. She covered his cock with a thick layer of her hot twat juice that poured freely out of her hole.
"Oh now! Now! Oh fuckin' Jeeeesus,nowwwww!" Sheila cried out, hunching forward desperately. Frank inhaled sharply, then hunched his powerful thighs forward, aiming directly at her parted, quivering snatchlips. Slowly he drove forward until the tip of his purple, tightly stretched cockhead barely touched Sheila's juice slick cuntal membranes.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Sheila cried out, feeling her cuntlips spring more widely apart. "IN! IN! IN!" she groaned, feeling her pussy suck in thin air.
"Okay, babe," Frank groaned as he backed away for a second, then drove his dick in like a ramming torpedo.
"Aiyeeeee!" Sheila shrieked as she felt her swollen cuntlips stretch apart and clamp over the man's invading prick. As the knob slid in, Sheila's hot labes closed over it.
"Jeeeeeeesus!" Frank cried out between tightly clenched teeth as inch after steaming inch sank slowly down into Sheila's sucking snatch.
"More! m-m-more!" Sheila cried out, rotating her sweaty asscheeks slowly in the air. She screwed her thighs up as her cunt swallowed and gulped more and more of Frank's driving cock. The man began to rotate his ass in the opposite direction, reaming out her tight fuck tunnel like an oil drill. Sheila groaned and screamed like a wounded animal, wondering just how long it would take Frank to push the full length of his throbbing dick into her pussy.
"G-g-goooooooood!" Sheila moaned as she reached up and squeezed her tits for relief.
"Ugggghhhhh!" Frank answered as he dropped his head on his chest and drove his prick harder into Sheila's waiting twat.
The blonde felt his spongy, hot cockhead reaming and sinking farther and farther into her gut. Sheila tossed her head from side to side in unspeakable ecstasy as Frank pushed the final hot, hard, thick inches into her pussy. Strands of blonde hair clung to her parted mouth and inflamed nostrils as Frank reached up and brushed Sheila's hands away from her tits. That was his job, and he wasn't about to let her take care of it for him.
"Nnnnghhhhhh!" Sheila moaned, feeling her nipples squeezed tightly between Frank's fingers.
"Rub my balls, bitch!" Frank moaned as he raised his ass and yanked his cock almost completely out of her cunt before he fell forward again and jammed his dick all the way up her juicing snatch.
Sheila tried to pull her mind together. She felt everything around her exploding into a brightly lit, cunt-juice-smelling cloud that gradually surrounded her. All she could think of was her stuffed, twitching snatch and her itching nipples. Sheila ground her teeth together and brought herself back to reality as she reached forward and around her upturned thighs until she felt the hot, leathery sac of Frank's balls. Gently she cupped his balls in her palms as the man groaned, sweated and fucked.
"Oh God! Goddddd!" Sheila shrieked as Frank's cock ripped through her sucking cunt. She almost flew off the bed as the man's thick dick hammered against her erect, throbbing clit. It slammed down harder and harder as he raised his head and clamped his lips around her stiff nipples.
"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" Frank yelled out suddenly as he started to slam his dick in desperately.
"Oh no! Not yet! Not yet! Oh God, not yet!" Sheila wailed desperately as she pumped her sucking cunt up and down, milking Frank's sinking dick. She could feel the man's cock swell up enormously in her pussy as his hard, sweating body trembled as if he were gripped in some kind of fit. "Oh God,wait for meeeeee!" Sheila pleaded as she felt his cock jerking wildly inside her. She knew from the sensations inside her snatch that she was almost to the peak. If Frank could only hold his load for a few seconds more, the two of them would be bucking in time in a sympathetic cum.
"Now! Now! Nowwwwww! Arrrghhhhh!" Frank screamed as he slammed his hairy, hard body against Sheila's and ground his quivering flesh against her flattened nipples.
"Ohhhhh! Yesssss! Ahhhhhhh!" Sheila shrieked as she felt the first hot jets of scalding, sticky rich cum spurt and squirt deep into her cunt. That was the final trigger she needed. Sheila's eyes flew open and she felt her eyeballs roll back into her head as a tidal wave of orgasm pushed up from her belly and crashed against her beating clit. Wave after wave of cum racked her pussy, making her snatch walls grip Frank's shooting, spraying dick like a vise.
"Wawwwwwhhhh! Wowwwwwhhhhhh! Aiyeeeee!" Sheila shouted and wailed as she thrashed and flailed helplessly on the bed. It felt as if the entire world were exploding with her as her snatch clenched the man's dick. It held the squirming, spraying cock-meat tightly as wads of jizz oozed out from between her gripping cuntlips and trickled down to the sheet.
"Oh God, goooood," Sheila groaned and grunted as the contractions became less frequent and severe. She felt every ounce of energy drain out of her as the last wad of fuck juice shot out of Frank's slowly softening dick.
"You're one hell of a fuck!" Frank gasped as he reached up and gently lowered her legs to the bed.
"Well, when you haven't had a dick in your cunt for over five months, you're bound to…" Sheila started to say.
"Five months! What the hell's been going on?" Frank said in disbelief.
Sheila felt her face flush as she looked at the surprised man. Now she'd have to tell him the whole story. It was useless to lie. Frank would find out anyway.
"It was a promise I gave to my sons shortly after my divorce," Sheila began, sitting up and tucking her long, slender legs under her ass.
"But why?" Frank asked, puzzled that an attractive, firm-titted blonde like Sheila would dream of swearing off sex even for a day, let alone five months!
"It was because of what happened with my marriage. Maybe you don't recognize me by the name of Kane. I changed back to my maiden name after the divorce to get away from all the creeps and scandal-seekers. Does the name Perrara sound familiar?" Sheila asked, looking closely at Frank's reaction.
"You don't mean you're the same woman who got caught running all those sex parties?" Frank asked in surprise.
"The same one," Sheila said softly, feeling her face burning bright red as she lowered her head in shame.
"Hey, don't feel that bad about it. I was one of the guys who felt you got a raw deal," Frank said sympathetically, reaching out and stroking her cheek lightly with his hand.
"It was! It was!" Sheila suddenly cried out, brushing the tears from her eyes and clenching her fingers together into two tight fists. "My husband and everybody else in the neighborhood was just as involved in it as me. But they all pretended to be shocked when the story broke out. Nobody admitted they'd ever come to my house for those kind of parties. They all said I must have gotten my people from out of town. The papers bought it and crucified me!" Sheila wailed, covering her face with her hands.
"But it's all over now," Frank said softly.
"That's what you think. My sons have been fighting their way through school literally since the divorce. Wherever we go, people sneer and make dirty jokes about us. They even say that I fucked my own sons," Sheila said, trying to fight down another problem that was bothering her lately. It was probably because of her lack of cockmeat lately, but she'd been looking at John's and Bob's crotches lately with more than motherly curiosity.
"That was what the phone call was about?" Frank asked tenderly.
"Oh, it's only one of a hundred I've gotten since the story broke," Sheila said with a touch of fatigue in her voice as she swung her legs around and jumped off the bed. "You know, what's funny is that my husband had to force me into accepting sex parties. I wanted to play the straight housewife bit. But no, Ray had to experiment with other women, and felt less guilty if I were along," Sheila continued as she walked to the adjoining bathroom and grabbed a towel, wiping up the cooling jizz that was oozing out of her slackening cuntlips and down her thighs.
"So, a lot of people do that," Frank said, shrugging his shoulders as he watched Sheila dab her crotch hairs dry.
"Oh sure. But this was different. Ray was a social climber as well as a sex fanatic. We had the best people in this town over – the mayor, council members and their wives or whores – or both," Sheila said, shaking her head slowly as she threw the towel on the floor and turned toward the shower stall.
"Whew!" Frank whistled. "All the big-wigs."
"You bet. And after a while, I began to look forward to those parties more than Ray did. Of course, we kept it from the boys. They never suspected what was going on when we sent them off to my sister's place in Bakersfield," Sheila continued as she turned on the hot water. "Then one of the councilmen's wives got a little loose with her mouth. The papers got wind of what was going on and started doing a little snooping. It didn't take them long to find out what was going on."
"Then why didn't everybody sink with you?" Frank asked as he walked slowly into the bathroom and stood behind Sheila, rubbing his soft, dangling cock against her smooth ass.
"Money. Oh, a few political figures went down the tubes with me. But the really important ones bought up the investigation. In the end, I looked like a cheap hooker who ran a sleazy cathouse for out-of-town salesmen. My husband just about had to divorce me to keep his job and social position," Sheila said bitterly as she adjusted the water temperature, then stepped into the stall.
"And your sons asked you to swear off sex after they found out about the whole mess," Frank concluded as he stepped in with Sheila and reached up to milk her hanging tits.
"Ummmm, yes. I thought I saw their point for a while. But Christ, it wasn't my fault. If I'm guilty of anything, it's stupidity. I should have fought for my rights, but -ohhhhh!" Sheila cried suddenly as she felt the man's wet, soapy hand slide into her tightening pussy.
"Hey, I think you're ready to go again," Frank said, opening his eyes in surprise as he continued to finger the tender walls of Sheila's spasming cunt.
"Don't! Don't!" Sheila protested, backing away from the man and pressing her ass hard against the wall of the shower. "I've got to pick up my sons."
"Hmmmm. Okay for now. But I can't guarantee what I'll do once I'm renting from you," Frank said, flashing a broad smile at Sheila.
"Just mind your manners," she said, laughing suddenly and throwing herself against Frank as she felt his cock slowly stiffen and rise against her clit and her hot cuntlips.
It was almost an hour and a half since the call from the vice-principal when Sheila walked into the school office, looking far her sons. The room was empty except for the attendance secretary and a student helper who was working the telephone switchboard.
"Excuse me. I'm Mrs. Kane. The vice-principal called me a little while ago about my sons," Sheila said nervously as she walked up to the counter and leaned against it. Sheila couldn't help it, but whenever she went any place, she felt as if everyone were staring at her and judging her. She felt this way now as the secretary looked up from a pile of papers and narrowed her eyes.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Kane. I think Mr. Taddeo is expecting you. Please have a seat, and I'll see if he's in," the middle-aged woman said crisply as she got up from her chair and strode over to a door on her right.
"Mrs. Kane to see you, sir," the woman announced through a crack in the doorway.
Sheila watched as the door almost flew open and a tall, thin, graying man walked out and smiled grimly at her. Almost at once Sheila felt intimidated by him and the secretary. It was as if she were on trial, and anything she said would automatically send her sprinting to the gallows.
"I'd hoped you would have come sooner," the man began, motioning her to step forward. "But that's all right. John and Bob are in the gym now, working off their – uh, frustration in the pool. I thought it'd be a good idea while we talked. Miss Jones, please hold all my calls for a while," the vice-principal said as he backed into his office and waved Sheila forward.
"I hate to be so much trouble," Sheila said as the man shut the door behind her and moved around to the rear of his desk.
"Not at all," he said, sitting down and folding his hands together.
Sheila stood in front of his desk for what seemed like an hour of silence, staring into his cold, blue eyes. For a man of his age, the boys' vice-principal was a handsome, trim-looking man.
In other circumstances, Sheila wouldn't have minded if he made a serious pass at her. But this was in a high school office. And her sons were in trouble, probably because they were fighting in defense of her. This wasn't the time to be thinking about fucking, and she resented the "Come on, I want to jam my prick into you" look the man was giving her now.
"Mrs. Kane. I know what John and Bob were fighting about, and I'm sorry that something like that just can't be forgotten so quickly," he began, rocking back in his chair as he smoothed down his handsome gray hair and stared hotly at her protruding tits.
"Mister-uh," Sheila started to say, wondering what his name was.
"Just call me Joe," he said, smiling greasily at her.
"Please, I just want to take my sons home and give them a good lecture," Sheila said a little nervously. She wanted to make sure that there wasn't a trace of lust in her voice. He was sniffing the air for vaporized snatch juice and listening for the slightest hint of passion in her speech. He'd leap at her like a wolf if he noticed the slightest bit of interest on her part.
"Understandably. But this isn't the first time your sons have been caught fighting," the man said, obviously disappointed that Sheila wasn't the loose slut everybody thought she was.
"Can you blame them, though?" Sheila asked desperately. She was leaning on the desk top now, her face flushed with anger and shame. "Let's cut all this crap. We both know why they've been in so much trouble, and personally I'm sick of it! I know you think I was going to hike my skirt up and shove my snatch in your face so you could chew away until the Second Coming!"
"Mrs. Kane!" the vice-principal said, shocked and a little frightened by Sheila's sudden outburst.
"Well, whatever you and the rest of your damned friends think, I'm no whore!"
"Please, Mrs. Kane," the vice-principal pleaded, obviously sorry now that he'd bothered to call her.
"And as for my sons, I'm taking them out of this piss-hole of a school and putting them into a private one. At least maybe there they'll find peace away from creeps like you and your precious other students!" Sheila almost shrieked at him as she reached behind her and tore open the door.
"Ohhhhhh!" the secretary cried as she fell to the office.
"Sorry to spoil your fun," Sheila said dryly as she stepped over the prostrate secretary and headed for the hall.
"Mrs. Kane! Mrs. Kane!" the vice-principal called out desperately.
But Sheila refused to turn around. Something had snapped in her mind back in the office. She wasn't going to lie around like some kind of floor mat, begging people not to spit on her. This was a new Sheila – one that didn't care what other people thought. It had started that afternoon with Frank fucking the shit out of her – first in the bedroom, and later in the shower. If people didn't like what she did, they could pound salt – or anything else they wanted. As for her, Sheila was going to enjoy herself – and hold her head up in public, no matter what anybody said about her and her sons.
"Hey, Mom!" she heard one of her sons call out from behind her. Sheila stopped in the hall and closed her eyes. She felt ripples of sexual excitement sweep over her slowly stiffening clit as she heard the sounds of two pairs of feet running up behind her. Sheila didn't know if she was liberated enough yet to start seducing her own sons.
"Hey, wait up!" she heard her other son call after his brother.
Sheila turned around to greet her sons, and felt her heart contract suddenly as she watched the handsome boys approaching.