“'I'm too busy for girls,' he smiled and actually blushed. So few young men blush these days.
“The telephone rang at that point. Thomas called to say that he was going to be a couple of hours late. I didn't mention that Dick was waiting for him. I didn't want him to hurry home on the boy's account. I wanted Dick to myself.
“When I told the cute lad about my husband's call he said that he would come back some other day. I just couldn't bear to see him walk out of the house so I made him another drink. After a third drink we were both a little drunk. I rubbed up against the handsome young stud and groped at his crotch. When I did he finally realized just why I was detaining him and he pressed his lips against mine. I clutched at his firm young body. Dick started to unzip my dress and this made me pull away from him. 'No,' I breathed.
“The fellow looked annoyed. 'No?' he repeated. 'Isn't that what you wanted?'
“Dick reminded me of those fellows I used to pick up at bars, all right. Somehow I felt he, like them, would treat me as just another object. I remembered my promise not to have sex with these good looking studs anymore. I didn't want to be taken for a fool again no matter how much I wanted sex.
“'I guess I'll leave,' Dick told me, still burning over my rejection.
“I groped at his crotch and held him. 'Stay here,' I all but whispered.
“The student looked confused until I zipped his fly open. He was in a state of erection. My hands slipped over his iron-hard pole of sex. After all those limp nights with my husband it was good to grab a powerfully virile young man again. I wanted sex and yet I didn't want to commit adultery. There seemed to be only one solution. I went down on my knees…
“'A blow job?' I heard Dick say in wonder. 'Is that what you want to give me?'
“He was crude but correct. I licked the shiny, scarlet head of his stiff penis and then opened my mouth. The long bulk of his sex organ filled me and I bobbed my head up and down along his uplifted manhood.
“The young man stood in front of me with his pants and shorts down about his knees and his prick deep in my mouth. I kept fellating until the young man patted my head. 'I'm going to shoot my load,' he said as if by way of warning.
“I suppose he wanted to give me the choice of pulling my mouth away from him or not. Even in the midst of this oral passion he was being considerate. Maybe he wasn't so much like those bar flies, after all.
“I pushed my mouth all the way down his stiff tool and sucked. Dick climaxed. His flow was very strong and I kept swallowing down his hot and salty fluid. How very virile the lad was! Although I loved my middle-aged husband he just could not provide me with all the sex I craved for. Well, at least I was not committing adultery… not really. Mouthing wasn't fornicating.
“Dick's sex organ grew soft in my mouth and I stood up. I couldn't face him but he embraced me hard and, vital male that he was, he tried to take off my dress once more. Again I had to push him away. He smiled wickedly. 'You just like to go down, right?' he wanted to know.
“The student was patronizing me but I could hardly blame him. How many faculty wives perform acts of sex perversion on campus studs? I implored Dick not to spread the word about me. After all, there was my husband's reputation to think of as well as my own.
“Can I see you again?” he asked by way of answer.
“I then understood what he wanted. He wanted me to perform more oral acts upon him in the future. I was being blackmailed but I didn't care. I wanted to mouth Dick's virile manhood again.
“The student came back the following day, not to see my husband, but to see me. He thought I was a bit odd for only wanting oral sex, yet he didn't try to push any other kind upon me. We both stripped and went to bed. I licked his smooth, hard body and sucked his penis into spewing action once more.
“Dick returned time and time again until he grew tired of my weird sexual demands. On his last visit he told me that he wasn't going to come back until I screwed him in the regular way. 'Hell,' he complained, 'I know girls who do everything but French. You do it the other way around.'
“'Each to his and her own taste,' I replied lightly.
“'Well, getting Frenched all the time isn't my taste,' Dick said. 'I can get as much from a fag.'
“As much as I liked the strong and handsome boy, I couldn't give him my vagina. He had to be satisfied with my mouth or nothing. Eventually he picked nothing and didn't bother coming back.
“There was more than one stud on the campus and I knew I would never be lonely. I could've had teenaged lads, but I drew the line at child molestation. There were plenty of adult students in the post-graduate classes for me to play around with.
“I didn't even have to go looking for young men… they came to the house. At first they came to see Thomas, but soon I had them looking for me. When I started with Dick, I had to get high on alcohol, but I no longer needed to be braced up in such a fashion as I went down from stud to stud. The more men I had, the less guilty I became about sex.
“My dear husband became aware of these students who dropped by the house, but he was the typical absent-minded professor and never realized what the studs really wanted. 'These fellows keep missing me, dear,' he told me once. 'Try to hold them for me if I'm not going to be out too long.
“This made the situation weird. A muscular stud named Garry actually did want to see my husband for some reason, but he also wanted the use of my mouth. He arrived at the house an hour before Thomas and we went into the bedroom where we removed our clothes. Garry had a great body and one of the biggest pricks I had ever seen. When I mouthed him, I almost choked myself to death trying to get it all in. He shot his load and I felt as if I were drowning in his manly fluid.
“After I had sucked the young man off, he tried to mount me. Usually all I had to do was tell the stud to stop but this one was almost out of control. He got the head of his partially erected penis into my vagina and I clawed at his back so hard that I made him bleed. He screamed and slapped me. Once he lost that driving urge he apologized. 'I'm sorry, Pamela,' he said, 'but you really turn a guy on with that mouth of yours.”
“I was flattered. 'My husband will be home any minute so I'd better fix your back up first,' I told him and applied Band-Aids to his cuts which weren't deep at all.
“By the time Thomas came in, Garry was fully clothed and was sitting there with an innocent expression on his face. He talked with him for a half hour or so and then left. It never failed to amaze me that my husband never got the hint that his students were more interested in me than in him.
“But I'm afraid that he will find out sooner or later and that's why I want to stop my oral need for young males. In the past few years I've fellated over thirty men! I'm sure some of them have spoken to others about me, but I've been lucky since my reputation around the campus is still good. How good will it be if my secret is ever discovered? How much longer can this go on?
“Poor Thomas. He means so much to me. If I had a choice of having empty sex relations with an unlimited number of studs for the rest of my life and my middle-aged, sexually indifferent husband, I would pick Thomas. Championship is more important than sex in the long run and I don't want to lose a man who likes me for myself and not my mouth or my money. No man since my father had ever been so kind to me and, if I lose Thomas, I doubt that I will ever find another. I live in fear that one day he will find out about my affairs with his students and I will be cast out into the world again. At my age I can't afford to be an orphan. Once was enough.”
DIAGNOSIS:
Pamela may be in her thirties, but emotionally she is still a very young girl. When she lived alone and taught school she could not take it because she needed someone to lean on. After her mother died, she went to live with her father under the guise that he needed her care. Actually it was the other way around; Pamela needed the care and affection of her father.
As long as Pamela had a man in her life she was not bothered by her strong sexual drives, but once he died, these feelings came to surface. The young woman couldn't act upon these feelings because she was still too immature to face the world alone so she sold her house in order to have enough money to love on. This prevented her from going out and looking for a job. Yet she still needed a man and this need overpowered his basic shyness. Once she discovered the joys of sex, she went from man to man.
Martin, the con man who took all her money, was a traumatic shock to Pamela. She realized that she had been a fool and retreated from her new-found joys of sex. In Thomas she found a father she could center her life around once more because those had been the happiest years of her life.
