juices gushed around his battering cock as giant tremors of sexual ecstasy ripped at her insides and the crashing walls of her gasping vagina milked at his churning prick now swollen beyond anything he had ever known and her cumming, the supreme act of submission acted as a signal for his own release and his thick hot seminal fluid began its headlong dash from his fomenting balls. His cock jerked again and again as the milky liquid splashed heavily into her still-quivering belly until finally he was milked dry and there was nothing left and they lay back on the sweat-dampened leather couch, already glistening with tiny trickles of shimmering cum-juice.
Sid lay on his side, looking up at the high ceiling, his teenaged sexual partner lay beside him, sleeping lightly. The glow of satiation fading, Sid felt embarrassed as he glanced over their naked bodies. The realization that anyone could had heard them in their nude fornication, combined with guilt over deceiving his wife, not to mention June's age, brought a blush of shame to his face. His shame and guilt began to give way to anger after a moment, anger at the way this rich girl had assumed his intentions. As if every man in the world would give up their marriage to get in her pants!
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt the youthful sprite stir beside him, and then she sat up, looking at him. 'Mmmmm, Sid, I'm going to like learning French from you…'
'Yeah, good, because tomorrow we're gonna get down to business and start conjugating those verbs. You're father is going to be mighty angry if he finds out he's paying me to make love to his adolescent daughter.'
Later that night as Sid sat in the quietude of his study, absentmindedly thumbing through his college French conversation books and the hordes of foreign literature he'd carried with him over the years of teaching, the idea that his departing words to June might have been a trifle cold-blooded filtered into his brain. But what could he do? His job was at stake, his reputation, not to mention his marriage.
Sybil… Lord what havoc would this new job reek on his marriage?
Transfixed, an open book in his hands, he listened to the silence and, hearing the buzz of the television station that had signed off the air for the night, Sid set down the book and headed for the bedroom. It would be safe now, and no doubt Sybil would be asleep before the television set. God, he wished she'd show more interest and enthusiasm for life rather than wasting her time before that damnable silver screen!
Just as well she was asleep tonight. Thinking back on the incredible afternoon, his feeling about June had changed to a warmer attitude now. Whatever the reason was for June's interest in him, he was willing to go along with it. He wanted to teach her and learn from her at the same time, and judging by her performance from this afternoon, he thought wrily, that was a hell of a lot!
He knew then, that he was caught by that teenage nymph!
CHAPTER THREE
'Sid, we have to pay the rent this week or Mr. Hansen's going to have us evicted! How could you be so irresponsible? You know I can't pay it out of the money I make from taking in sewing,' she complained. Sybil refused to let up her tirade as she cleared the breakfast dishes from the table. In the month since Sid had started teaching the Dunlap sisters, everything seemed to take second place. Sid's meager contribution of taking out the garbage and cleaning out the garage had since ceased, and Sybil was getting tired of having to take full responsibility for everything.
'Damnit! I said I'd get to it,' Sid stormed. 'Just quit nagging me, will you?'
Sybil, fighting back biting words of anger, dashed out of the kitchen and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and kicking the wall. She'd lost her temper completely, something she hadn't done since Sid last tried to do those awful things in bed with her.
'The irresponsible bastard! He leaves everything up to me! I'd like to get out this Goddamned house once in a while myself! But no…! I have to stay here and fix broken zippers and hem dresses for other women to pay the rent.' She felt more than angry at Sid… a slow, burning hatred was taking over her being and controlling her mind. She felt just like the bills… forgotten, neglected, unwanted. Sid seemed to be living in a different world lately. At times, he was moody and dreamy and wouldn't come out of his study. At other times he'd come home from the Dunlaps and sleep until morning without even trying to make love to her! It seemed he'd lost all sense of time in these past weeks.
Sid stepped on the accelerator, thankful to leave his bickering wife behind closed doors. Sybil had been giving him a hard time lately he grumbled, as he stepped on the car's gas and roared out of the driveway. Maybe she was right to complain, he thought, but a man just had to have room to grow once in awhile. And he'd been growing, all right… inside June's tight little pussy! It was almost impossible to think about paying the rent and making car payments with June around.
The Dunlap girl was young, he thought, but she had a maturity about her that put Sybil to shame! She was intelligent, eager to learn, and eager to teach. Why he'd gone years with Sybil without getting laid properly… and it had taken only one phone call to settle that as well as his formerly distressing financial situation!
May Dunlap sat in a chaise lounge beside the kidney-shaped swimming pool, its turquoise water winking back at her in the mid-morning sun. In her lap a French book was opened and she muttered through her present verbs of to be.
'Je suis, tu es…'
Someone was tapping her on the shoulder and, turning, she saw her older sister leaning over her shoulder, squinting down at the open page. 'You're so serious, May…' her older sister said with a sigh. 'You've been studying too hard. But I can think of something else that's hard that you'd really like!'
May's eyes brightened. Her sister June was so mischievous, so full of life… but sometimes she got in trouble for all that curiosity. 'Like what?'
'Like our tutor's cock!'
'What…? He's married! My gosh, June, don't you eves quit?' the younger sister chided, her cheeks blushing with the intimacy of her claims. She closed up her book, a knowing expression on her face. 'So that's why we've had only two hours of practice a day. Now I see! And I thought you were just giving me time to 'study'.' May's dark eyes sparkled big.
'You wanna try out our teach…?'
'Oh, June I couldn't…' She paused. 'Or could I?' the thirteen year old mused out loud. How this crazy chain of exchanged lovers between her sister and herself had started was still a mystery to the youngest Dunlap; still, she hadn't been disappointed yet by her sister's generous offer of her lovers. 'Okay…' Her cheer clouded. 'But how?'
'Simple…' her sister directed, sitting down on the squeaking chaise lounge. 'When Sid comes to our house he always goes right to the study. He'll wait till I get there… we always make love first thing in the morning before you come down from dressing. Sometimes it's a quickie because we never know when to expect your knock on the door. So all you have to do is be there, and habit will take care of the rest.'
June was right.
Sid parked the Chevy in in the service driveway, grabbed his book-laden briefcase from the backseat of the car and whistled his way to the door, Sybil's nagging behind him. Lottic answered the knock, and with the confidence of familiarity, the tutor headed for the study, gave his appearance a quick appraisal in the mirror,
