hammered his stiff cock in her juicy pussy.
'Yes, yessss, do it to meeeee!' she panted. She blushed, a little shocked by her own wantonness, but the more she masturbated, the more rowdy and wild she got. There was a normal hot-blooded young woman inside her who'd never been released before. She moaned, creamed and jerked her hips in an instinctive fucking motion. She was speeding towards orgasm.
It was so easy to come. No problem at all. She only had to jerk that thick banana with lightening speed, and there was no way she could keep from coming. She felt the fiery-hot orgasm bursting from the depths of her cunt and shaking her whole body.
'Ooooooooh, God, whaaaaahhhhhhh!' she wailed.
It was a good long come, and maybe she should have been content with it, but she wasn't. Right away she wanted to get off again. Was that normal? Jamie didn't know. But she had to do what her lusty body demanded, or she'd go crazy with frustration.
Suddenly a memory came back to her, one she'd kept buried for years. It had been too disgusting, too shameful, to think about. It was her first year at the all-girl college, and she'd shared a large dorm bedroom with a dozen other girls. One night she'd decided to go to bed early.
She'd left her roommates in the study room and gone to the sleeping room. She thought she was alone till she heard a soft moan from one of the cots. She glanced over and saw that someone was in bed already, and that someone was writhing around and whimpering.
Jamie assumed the girl was sick, in pain. She tiptoed over for a closer look. What she saw made her blush and freeze in her tracks. The girl, Marcia, was stark naked, and she was lying there on top of the covers, jerking her hand between her thighs.
'Unnnnnhhh, shit, fuck, unnnhhhhh!' Marcia moaned.
She had her eyes closed, so she didn't see Jamie. She was moaning a steady stream of hoarse dirty words as she rubbed her pussy. Jamie noticed that she was jerking her middle finger over the very top of her slit. Then Marcia suddenly let out a wail of pleasure.
'Ooooooh, motherfucker, ooooooooooh!' she yelled.
Her face was contorted with lust, her body shaking violently. Jamie finally realized that this had something to do with sex. Marcia was a bad girl. She was touching herself down there, in that forbidden place, and she was obviously loving it.
Jamie had tiptoed out of the sleeping room before Marcia noticed her, and she'd tried to bury that embarrassing memory. Now, several years later, it came back to her, and this time she didn't see Marcia as a bad girl. Not at all, Marcia had just been doing something instinctive and natural, relieving her hot lust. Jamie got hot just thinking about it. She threw herself face down on the bed, lying just the way Marcia had, and she began rubbing her middle finger over her clit. Marcia had been onto something, all right. It felt fantastically good.
'Ooooooooh, shit, ooooooooh!' Jamie squealed.
It was the first time in her life that she'd used a dirty word, but somehow she just couldn't help it. She wanted to shout every naughty word in the world as she rubbed her stiff finger furiously over her swollen wet clit. She felt the pleasure building fast in her pussy.
'Fuck, yessssss, shit!' she groaned.
She got off even faster and harder this time. Her pussy seemed to be on a hair trigger, set to go off with just the slightest stimulation. It occurred to Jamie that this was the result of bottling up her natural lust for so long. She had so much need stored up, and now at last it was being released.
'Unnnnhhhh, fuck, yesssss, whaaaahhhhh!' she howled.
She rubbed her clit frantically as she came, milking out every drop of hot sensation. Her hand was soaked with her molten come-cream, her slit buzzing and sizzling. It took her quite awhile to catch her breath when she'd finished coming. Surely she should be satisfied now, ready to sleep. But she wasn't.
'What in hell's wrong with me?' the nice young teacher exclaimed.
She hardly recognized herself. She was swearing, she was horny as a slut. Now that she'd learned how to give herself a climax, she couldn't stop. But she had to stop. She was afraid of turning into a sex fiend. She jumped out of bed and put on her clothes.
Maybe a brisk walk would ease her hot lust. Jamie was almost afraid she'd masturbate herself to death if she didn't get out of that apartment. She took the elevator down to street level and started walking hard. Before she realized it, she'd gone half a mile.
She decided to return via the alleys. She'd have more privacy there to think her thoughts. She hadn't gone far before she came to the back of a motel, and she noticed that in one of the bedrooms the lights were on and the curtains left open.
The window was open a crack, and she could hear people talking. She moved closer and saw a young couple standing in the room, the man tall, dark-haired and handsome, the girl petite and blonde. As Jamie watched, they moved into each other's arms and kissed. Jamie sighed to herself. She'd never even been kissed before.
She knew it was naughty to spy on people, but she was so couious. The pictures in her sex manual had been pretty explicit, but they hadn't told everything. She still wondered what it was really like when people made love, and this might be her chance to find out.
The couple couldn't see her. She was hidden in the shadows even as she moved within a few feet of the open window. She felt her tireless pussy getting hot and swollen and wet again. She just prayed the couple didn't close the curtains.
They didn't. They were too wrapped up in each other to notice the window. They finally broke their long steamy kiss, and the man held the girl by the shoulders and grinned down at her.
'SO how does it feel to be an old married woman, Erin?' he asked.
Erin blushed and smiled.
'Phil, I can't get used to it,' she said. 'I guess my mind's still back at the ceremony. I can't believe we're finally alone together.'
'Start believing it, baby,' Phil said. 'I've been waiting for this moment a long, long time.'
He started to unbutton Erin's jacket, but she gasped and jumped back away from him.
'Wait, honey,' she said. 'Let me go change. I don't want to waste that beautiful nightgown.'
'Sure, go ahead!' Phil smiled.
Erin darted into the bathroom, and Phil took off his clothes. Jamie's eyes got huge. She'd never seen a man naked before except in those photos. She stared shamelessly as Phil drew off his jockey shorts and revealed his big hard cock.
His prick was stiff and ready. It was drooling thick globs of cream. He stretched out on the king-size bed, and his cock stood straight up, obscenely engorged. He was grinning to himself. Jamie could just imagine what he was thinking.
Erin came out of the bathroom in a virginal white lace nightgown, and the first thing she looked at was her new husband's rigid drooling cock. She blushed right down to her toes. She was shaking with nervousness as she walked slowly to the bed and slipped on beside Phil.
'Phil,' she said in a squeaky voice, 'you know I'm nervous. Please be gentle.'
'Of course I will, baby,' Phil said soothingly. 'We're just gonna take our time. We won't do anything till you're ready. Come here, just kiss me for awhile, till you're calmed down.'
Jamie felt for the girl. She and Erin had something in common. They were both virgins and scared of sex. They wanted it, yet they were terrified of it. Jamie was very curious about how Phil would handle the situation. Would he get his bride to like sex, or would he mess up?
Phil kissed Erin till she stopped shaking. Then he gently lifted her nightgown and tucked it up around her waist, exposing the naturally blonde little triangle of her bush. Erin blushed furiously and bit her lip as he reached out to separate her thighs.
'Not so fast!' she whimpered.
'Easy,' Phil said. 'I'm not going to fuck you yet. I think you'll like this a lot.'
He drew her thighs wide open, exposing the luscious pink flesh of her cunt and its pretty fringe of blonde curls. He started moving his middle finger up and down over the tender flesh, and Erin gasped and shivered. Her eyes seemed to glaze over with pleasure.
