leaned her face forward, and opened her mouth.
Bob didn’t wait for another invitation. He’d never come in contact with a woman quite as hot as Cindy before. She was ready and eager to be fucked. He was hardly in control of the act, and he had enough ego to feel certain he’d be in control before long. He continued rubbing the young woman’s nipples as he brought his lips against hers, engaging her tongue in sweet, oral play. They were sitting side by side. Cindy had uncrossed her legs, and each had one arm around the other. Bob could feel the thick pap of her tit burning his palm.
He kneaded and pulled on her tit, producing deep moans from her quivering lips. He knew she was really ready and hot. He let his free hand trace a path across her abdomen, and then encounter the tickling hairs of her snatch. He had pulled his hand from her tit. He flattened his hand, keeping his fingers together. He rubbed at the top of her slit, letting his fingers get acquainted with the territory.
Cindy wasn’t the first woman or girl he’d fucked since he’d been mated. There’d been quite a number of horny teenagers, of which one or two had been virgins. And there had been a number of other teachers’ wives. He had almost every morning off, and since the biggest donor to the school, old man worthy, liked him, the school kept him on as coach. He broke their passionate kiss.
“Oh, baby, that was great,” Cindy said huskily.
He reached out and grabbed her free hand and brought it to his stiff cock. “Feel this,” he said, “this is a lot better!”
“God!” Cindy exclaimed. “What a monster!”
“Wait until you feel it in you!” Bob bragged. He knew some women were a little afraid of his big prick when they finally got a good look at it, but he also knew Cindy was really anxious to get it in. She just wasn’t quite ready yet.
Bob kept rubbing on her hair-covered cunt as they kissed again. Cindy gripped his cock and began to run her hand up and down its mighty length, marveling at the length. His balls were already churning and aching.
Cindy continued to respond to the caresses Bob was raining upon her body. His hand now crept back up to her tit, and the nipple jerked with lustful abandon when he tweaked it with his fingers. The hair of his loins tickled her hand when she let it ride all the way to the base of his cock. It was strange and odd to feel hair on a man’s legs after all the times she and her darling brother had fucked. He kept all the hair on his body shaved off, except for his head and his loins, because it offered less water resistance that way.
Heat bathed her hand as the massive prick jutting out from Bob’s loins throbbed and ached for release. Her clit began to lift its head out from its sheath, and the fluids began to coat the inner surfaces of her cunt lips. She imagined she could hear the almost inaudible squishing noises coming from her cunt as the folds of coral-hued flesh within her outer lips relaxed, preparing themselves for the delightful invasion to come.
“Oh, baby,” Bob said as he pulled his mouth from Cindy’s. “Your tits are something else!”
His hand was still pulling and digging on the resilient flesh of her doughy tits. He disentangled his arm from behind her neck and pulled his body from the thigh-to-thigh contact they held originally. He bent his head and planted a soft kiss on the turgid nipple of her right breast. He took it into his hot, moist mouth and twirled his tongue around its sensitive surface. She groaned and gasped in depraved delight.
“Ooooohhhhh!” Cindy gasped. “Oooohhh, that’s soooo goooooddd!”
Bob couldn’t stand it any longer. He quickly pulled his head from her tit and pushed her down on the couch. Cindy sprawled there, her tits flopping. She looked up at him with a puzzled expression on her face. He grinned and reached and gripped her shapely hips. He flipped her over onto her stomach with ease, and pulled her ass up in the air. He quickly got to his knees on the couch, and with an awkward gait, advanced upon her quivering buttocks.
“What’re you going to do?” Cindy asked.
“You just wait, baby,” Bob gasped. He gripped the huge log of his cock and placed its head at the entrance to her pussy. He grinned as he heard Cindy moan as she finally realized what he was going to do. He ran his cock up and down the moist furrow, and then with a flick of his hips, sent his cock into her cunt.
“Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!” Cindy growled.
Bob gripped her ass, leaving red marks where his fingers gouged into her. He ignored her pleas for more time to grow used to his size and plowed straight ahead. He pulled the thick cock from her clasping, hot, tight, wet cunt and then stuffed it back in her again. He pulled on her hips as he did so, sliding her pussy over his cock as he shoved his hips forward.
Cindy had been looking forward to the fuck, but Bob was really rough. He had no finesse, and she knew she’d never care to repeat this mistake again. She knew he thought that sheer size made up for everything else. She mentally shrugged and was determined to make the most of it. If she could twist her body just right, the huge cock stuffed into her cunt would start to rub against her aching clit. All she wanted to do was get off, and be done with it.
She was being buffeted by the almost amateurish moves of the swimming coach. His superior strength was the only thing really keeping her cunt in contact with his giant cock. She thought the entire thing a total waste as far as any real good fucking went. But his big prick was rubbing and tickling and exciting her clit, and it was enough to make her cunt juices flow freely. They gushed from her cunt, trickling down the insides of her thighs.
“Ohhh, honey, are you tight!” Bob gasped.
He clasped her hips in his vise-like grip, pummeling her with savage thrusts into her body. He didn’t really care if she got off at all. He was only concerned with his own building orgasm. His balls were swinging free and the scalding cuntal sheath milked on his prick. He leaned forward a little, shortening his strokes into Cindy’s abused pussy, and reached under her body. He cupped the two swinging tits as they hung loose from her chest as she waited like a bitch in heat for him to finish. He pulled roughly on them, mauling and tweaking her tits. She yelped a little in pain, but kept concentrating on her cunt, trying to bring about the orgasm she knew she needed.
Cindy suddenly felt a lightness in her belly. It was if all the water in her body suddenly congealed in her abdomen, and then it gushed out of her cunt. It slid over and around Bob’s prick, and the walls of her cunt convulsed in spastic jerks on the cock within her. She could hardly breathe, the orgasm was so intense, and she didn’t want Bob to know how much she had concentrated, so she shook her hips slightly. The words struggled in her throat, but didn’t come out. She then felt herself go limp, and she started to pitch forward.
“Hey!” Bob said as he gripped her hips. “Not so fast, honey, I haven’t had my turn yet!” He grinned. Another hot cunt that he’d shown what a real fuck was about.
He slid into her squelching depths a few more times until his own release was upon him. He gripped the young woman’s hips in a fantastically tight hold, and arched his back. He was bent like a bow, and his monster cock was battering against the end of Cindy’s cunt. The boiling churning mass of semen gushed out the tip of his cock and splashed all around within her cunt. The fluids quickly filled her pussy and flowed down and out of her hole. It flowed down the trail left by her own lubricating fluids.
“Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!” Bob bellowed as he finished his orgasm. He finally felt himself go limp, and he let go of Cindy’s hips. She crawled quickly from him, and sat at the corner of the couch. Her right leg was bent up and her left dangled over the edge. The hair of her cunt was matted with jism and her own fluids. She looked at him with a strange light in her eyes.
“Pretty good, huh?” Bob grinned at her.
She jerked at the words, and then smiled evilly.
“I could have had a better fuck from a spastic.” Bob felt the words slide like ice over his brain.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The bell rang shrilly. Everyone in the classroom tensed, putting their books in order. Emerald Finderson, Bob Finderson’s lovely wife, straightened her slight form. She had been solving an equation on the blackboard. She sighed and looked at the clock. At least it was the last class of the day for her. Her dark-green eyes relaxed, and she walked over to her desk.
“Class dismissed,” she said in her sultry voice, “except for James Whitehall.”
Jimmy sat in his chair, puzzled. What had he done this time? He hadn’t daydreamed today, as he had when he last got in trouble. After all, he no longer dreamed about fucking; he did it every night at home. He shrugged his
