She jerked on my cock till it was good and wet all down the length of it, and then she opened her thighs and fed the bobbing tool into her sticky hole.
"Give it to me, give it to me," she breathed frantically. "Fuck that cock into me!"
Her fingers scratched at her pink vaginal lips, furiously parting them for my entrance. My cock pushed into the secreting, sensitive flesh. Inside, it was visibly throbbing and pulsing with passion. She needed a cock in there, all right. I only hoped I would be enough for her.
I grabbed the smooth round flesh of her bare ass and lifted her gently into the air, setting her down just on the tip of my cock. She scratched and squeezed at my shoulder, begging for me to hurry.
I pinched the twin cheeks, my nails stabbing into that smooth skin, and I let her slide down my pole, let her fuckhole fill up with ten inches of my manhood. It all went in, and she shook and screamed for more. Her eyes clamped shut, her head wagged, and she snorted like an animal.
"Put it in, put it in!" she gasped.
I told her to relax or I couldn't operate. She took a very deep breath and opened her crotch to its widest. I got the full feel and dimension of her pussy. There was plenty of it. I shook her around above me, my fingers spreading her buttocks, the nails of my left hand scratching across the tiny furrow of her asshole. No matter how she tried, she couldn't keep from shaking and snorting excitedly. To keep us from falling, I backed her up against the door for balance.
I screwed in tight against her hungry cunt, and I began a slow, rhythmic twisting, around and around in hot circles within that damp, wide twat. "Unngggg!" she squealed. "Yes, yes, do it! Oh, I love it, I love the feel of your cock…"
And as I began to increase the speed and pressure of my gyrations she went absolutely crazy with pleasure, gasping violently, clawing at my back and buttocks, clasping the jaws of her pussy with a vise-like grip which made it a fight to get my cock all the way in and then out of her-but I made it.
She clutched at me and growled in my ear, and bit my ear. I told her to be careful, she was cutting me, and I pumped my rock- hard prick between her thighs, buried the full length of it deep within that blistering heat.
"Ohhhh! Yes, yes. that's it!" she cried.
"Be quiet, Mrs. Hoag! Your husband will hear you, fool!"
But I couldn't stop her now. She had no control over her emotions. She was awash in feelings of animal delight as my blood- gorged prick rammed in and out.
"But God, it's so good! So fucking good! My pussy… my pussy, yes, fuck it, fuck it hard"
I backed her up higher against the door and changed my grip on her pretty pink rump, allowing me to pluck at her puckered asshole. And all the while we continued our mutual pump-action, in and out, around and around. I pushed harder against her constricting belly, deeper and deeper with a driving thrust, slapping with a loud staccato sound against her soft flesh. I fucked her hard, giving her just what she was craving, what she couldn't get from that aging husband of hers.
Again and again I repeated the screwing motion, arching my pelvis all the way backwards, till only the fat head of my cock was still within her, and then jerking all the way inward, running my prick all the way back into her tubes, filling her deep, trembling twat with the full measure of my steaming, sweating, swelling fuckrod.
She was panting frantically, digging her ivory teeth into her trembling lips, shaking all over, flying with the wonderful delirium of her orgasm. Her cunt dug into me, grasping with those stern jaws for more and more, and I tried to give her still more. I breathlessly gave her all I had, banging our two clutching bodies against the wooden bathroom door, as I pounded my cock through the gates of her clasping labes, that wet mouth of eros, in and out, faster and faster. The heat rose in my blood. I could feel it. We sweated, we shivered, we gasped loudly for breath.
I was starting to come, ripple after ripple of ecstasy going all through me. I lurched backward in stunned excitement. We almost fell to the floor, with her straddling me tightly, but I twisted around and landed her pretty rear right at the edge of the sink.
"Ooohh!" she shrieked. "The sink is cold on my bare ass! Come! Give me your hot come!"
I cupped my hands under her buttocks and proceeded to plunge my final ejaculating strokes into the woman's drooling pouch. She threw her head back and stretched her mouth wide open for a silent scream. I continued to drill her as the hot cream flowed into her system, a gallon of it up from my burning, exploding balls.
Her firecracker orgasm flamed on, and she snorted and shook her head, mouth wide open. Her free hand dug along the back of my neck. I leaned into her and ground out the remainder of my load, more and more.
She shook and shook, and held me, and we danced like that for another half a minute, till she collapsed completely in my arms like a rag-doll.
I slid away from her, and her ass slipped down into the wet bathroom sink.
"Oh, shit," she Sighed, "I'm sitting in cold water…"
"I've got to get out of here," I said.
I had already been gone way too long. Hoag, her husband, was bound to be suspicious. Maybe he was already on his way upstairs, to check out his supposedly "dizzy" wife.
"Don't leave me," his wife pleaded.
I’ve got to get back to the party, baby," I said. "Or else there will definitely be trouble. I can't tell him I came up here to lie down too, you know." "You're wonderful," she moaned, clutching me by the waist with one hand and massaging my weary prick with the other. I pulled it away from her grip.
She looked pretty absurd, sitting there in the sink with her skirt pulled up and her pussy showing. I stuck my hand down there and tugged on her bush, and then lifted her up and down to the floor.
She reluctantly dropped her skirt to a decent level and stretched up to give me a gentle kiss on the mouth. I slapped her on her firm fanny and stepped back to the door.
"See you later, baby," I whispered, and silently opened the door. I scurried down the staircase, brushing myself off, trying to look like nothing had happened.
Downstairs, they hadn't even missed me. In fact, one of the guests. Miss Jobert, had already gone home.
"She wasn't feeling too well, apparently," Miss Honeywell explained, as I sat down beside her.
"I wonder if there's a bug going around," I said, thinking of Mrs. Hoag's supposed illness.
"What's that?"
"Wasn't Mrs. Hoag feeling poorly too?"
"Oh, that's right. I hope it isn't the flu. I might have caught it too then, since I kissed her earlier, when she met me at the door."
"You're not the only one,” I mumbled, then smiled at her. "So you teach-what was it?-science?" "Yes, that's right. Science is my field, Mr. Eastman." She smiled back at me, then downed her drink. Her chest rose as she gulped at the liquid. The woman was fantastically bosomy. And those eyeglasses she wore somehow seemed to add to the erotic air she gave off. But this wasn't the time for those thoughts. I was too tired. "And how did your day go, Mr. Eastman? Did you get to teach any classes yet?"
I quickly lifted my gaze from her bustline. "Yes, I did catch my last class."
"And how did you like your students?" “They seemed nice enough. They might have been a little afraid of me, but that will change."
"I'm sure it will. And I bet you found them rather attractive, did you, Mr. Eastman?" She winked at me.
"Ah, yes, attractive. They are quite presentable, I must admit Those tight sweaters and short skirts they wear are quite becoming…"
"Ha! They're rather naughty outfits, in my opinion," the woman laughed. "I mean to say, those skirts are so short that if they bend over their private parts are just about hanging out for the world to see."