She was almost enough woman to change my mind. But in the end I got away, leaving her behind. I was going to make my fortune back in the homeland and couldn't be saddled with any excess baggage. Besides, I never had any trouble finding new girlfriends. The stewardesses on the plane to New York, tall, blonde, round-hipped, big-titted beauties with southern and Midwestern accents, with names like Cathy and Mary Jo, reminded that the U.S. was not lacking in feminine attractions. I didn't think I would have any trouble reactivating my love life, not even at a private school out in the wilds of New Jersey. And brother, did that prove to be an understatement.
Chapter Two
When I got into New York City the first thing I did was blow three hundred dollars of my savings on a used car. It was an old heap, but it ran and would serve to get me to the Mountainview School in northern New Jersey. When the headmaster at Mountainview confirmed my appointment, he enclosed instructions telling me what to do when I arrived. The first thing was to get in touch with a Mrs. Black, a real estate agent in the town of Elmwood, the closest town to the school. The school had already rented a cottage for me, and Mrs. Black would show me where it and the school were located. So I took off for the wilds of New Jersey. For my first hour in the garden state there was nothing to the left or right of me but a nightmarish industrial wasteland, and I had to roll up the car windows to keep out the smell. Then gradually the landscape softened out, the highway narrowed to two lanes across, and the air, as I moved up into the mountains, became crisp and fairly breathable. Tall green forest was all around when I turned off the highway and onto a rural road that led to the town. It was nothing but a single street of small shops, a supermarket, and a gas station. A cop directed me to the real estate office. There were pictures of chalet-type houses in the window. Inside, there was one woman, sitting behind a typewriter. "Yes," she said, "can I help you?" "I'm looking for Mrs. Black." "Yes, that's me." She took her eyeglasses off and smiled at me. She was an attractive brunette, late thirties, I would say. She leaned back in her chair to study me, stretching her already quite tight pullover, giving evidence as she did of an unusually large pair of tits. She must have sensed I was staring at her chest, for she glanced down at herself and smiled slyly. "I'm Mrs. Black," she reiterated. "What can I do for you, Mr.-" "Eastman. Les Eastman." "You're looking to buy a house, are you?" "I'm the new teacher at Mountainview School. The headmaster there, Mr. Hoag, said they had rented a cottage for me and to contact you about it." "Oh, yes, yes. It's up there on the way to the school. About a twenty minute drive, I would say. Do you know your way around here yet?" "No, I've only just arrived. I haven't even been to the school yet, as a matter of fact." She reflected on this. I got the feeling, as she stole a couple of glances at me, that she was considering me for something. But I didn't know what. She stood up. The tits were indeed quite large, but I saw now that she was healthy all over, with a ripe round ass, too, and long, stockinged legs extending below a temptingly short skirt. She walked over to me and offered her hand. I shook it slowly, one might almost say sensually. The woman was giving off curiously sexual vibrations. What did this mean? Perhaps it was only typically American ingenuousness. I had been away so long I was probably out of touch with the national character. But then again, perhaps the woman was genuinely heated up by my overwhelming natural charms. With her next statement, I knew I would have time to find out which it was: "I'll take you out there, Mr. Eastman, and show you the house. We wouldn't want you getting lost up there. The woods are pretty thick in these parts." "Fine…that's fine, Mrs. Black." "Call me June, please." "I certainly will. And my name's Les." I followed her car up a steep, partially unpaved road. The houses were few and far between and were an odd mix of genuine mansions and veritable shacks. We didn't pass any other cars all the way up. She finally put on her turn signal, and turned left up a narrower, completely unpaved road. There was a sign for the school at the turn. It read: Mountainview Girls School, One Mile Ahead. We passed several identical cottages of red brick, and Mrs. Black pulled into the driveway of the fourth one. I pulled up beside her and got out of my car. She reached the front door and turned, smiling at me provocatively and swinging the keys in her hand. "You're the first of your kind, far as I know," she said, chuckling, pursing her lips. "What does that mean?" I came up beside her. "I mean, a handsome young man and all. That school you're going to work for generally only hires ladies or else senile or faggot men. 1 can imagine why." "Why? " "Oh, all those tempting young things wiggling around. That sort of situation can be dangerous when you put a virile man in there. It s like putting a…cock…in the henhouse, if you see what I mean." Her very deliberate pronunciation of the word "cock" left no doubt in my mind that she was putting herself up for grabs. So I stepped closer and grabbed her. "Don't worry," I said, putting a hand around her waist and slipping it down to the wide curve of her ass. 1 squeezed the plump, soft flesh and heard her inhale sharply. "Don't worry, Mrs. Black, I prefer my women to be post-pubescent, if you see what I mean." "I think I do, Les. Let's go inside and discuss it." And I followed her inside, thinking: here was America, robust, lusty, and straightforward! It was a compact little house. June showed me the living room, then the dining room, the kitchen, and then bedroom and bath. She dropped down on the bed to show me how very soft and comfortable it was. "Yes," I said, "it looks like I could jump into that bed right now and enjoy myself thoroughly." "I assure you, you could." "Not that it makes any difference to me, June, but where does Mr. Black hang out at this time of day?" "I haven't the foggiest, Les, dear; we've been divorced for almost a year now." She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, wide enough to let me see the plump crotch band of her pink panties. No, I didn't need more encouragement than that. I stepped up to the bed and she reached out for me, quickly unzipping my pants, dragging them down and then the underpants, letting my cock bob up into view. She sighed loudly. Her fingers curled through my pubic hair, and my cock jumped up at her, growing several inches. The thick head reached up and touched the palm of her caressing hand. "Such a nice, nice prick," the woman breathed, letting her hand slide down over my pubic hair till the palm touched the base of the prick, pushing the pole downward below her till the palm was sliding along the length of my shaft. Her hand reached the end of my cock, the palm pressing right against my swelling knob, and then she twisted her hand around to the underside and her fingers closed tight there just below the head. It felt so damned good it took my breath away. I glanced down at my cock and saw a bead of shiny liquid just rising out from the glans. Very erotic. Mrs. Black squeezed tighter and more of the sexy fluid ebbed out. "Go, baby, that's beautiful…" She nodded in agreement and slowly. pulled forward. She pulled till the crinkled foreskin was moving up around the head. Then she let it spring back, and the cock grew even longer and tauter in her dainty feminine hand. She jerked me several times more, slowly, moving the skin up, up, then letting it slide back, squeezing her fingers close against the tense muscle, making it throb passionately, making more of that sticky white juice flow out from the head. Mr. Black didn't know what he was missing. I growled huskily at her, encouragingly, muttering what a good job she was doing and all of that. I extended my pelvis out further in response to the continuing caresses. But she was already ready for bigger and better things, I guess. She rearranged her grip on my dick and with her free hand pulled up her skirt and dragged down her panties, all in one movement. What dexterity! Her pussy itself was gorgeous, with thick brown curls and a delectably plump mound. I didn't have a chance to feel it, though, before she moved up against me, just to the side, pressing the naked loins and their electrifying brown hairs against my thigh. She began a slow grind, mopping the bush around my thigh and the edge of my ass. My cock quivered and jumped up hotter and heavier than ever. "Oh shit, baby, that's nice!" She laughed. Her hand grabbed hold of my cock and tugged it back and forth quickly. She pressed her body tightly to mine. With her free hand, she rubbed my ass, sticking her fingers in between my clenching cheeks, into the tight valley there, rubbing up and down, moving toward my tight asshole. She laughed again as I moaned, and ground her pussy into me with more wanton abandon, spreading her legs to let me feel the soft meat of the pink cunt itself. In a twitching frenzy I swung a hand around her and encircled the woman's plump fanny even as she was caressing mine. It was, truth to tell, a beautiful ass, wide and plump, but not sagging-pert and round as two huge casabas. I scratched in and down between the round buttocks and found the little cleft of her anus. It wasn't so little, actually, but puckered widely, just waiting to be fucked. I poked inward at it, sticking my nail under the pouty rim and pushing in slowly, feeling her squirm around in reaction. "You like that, Mrs. Black?" I asked, between the sobs of my own excitement. "Yes, yes… oh, lovely!" she whispered back. "Oh, I like that, Les… push it in further!" Yes, they all liked that. She reached down and held my probing hand. She revolved it around in faster circles, and ground her ass at the same time, as if tickling herself with my finger. Her sphincter yawned wider and sucked in on the lone digit. She leaned over as far as she could stretch and let me jab away at her open anus, while she jerked on my cock, keeping my erection firm and fiery. I was really incensed now, and ready for anything, my mind flitting from one filthy image to another. At last I pushed her down to her knees and had her stick that wide, gorgeous rear in to the air. I got down behind her, plucking my finger out of her ass and pressing my face in there instead. The smell from her crotch was exhilarating, a hot erotic musk that you could almost taste. A whitish foam clung to the sides of her cunt, clear sign that she was really getting off even on these preliminaries. "How'd you like me to stick my tongue in around that territory there, baby?" I asked her, snickering lustfully. "Yes, yes, anything!" she groaned back. "Do what you want, do anything you want, I don't care! I'm wild, honey, as wild as you can ever be and then some!" So I moved my face in closer and hung my tongue out. I dabbed it around on that burning pink nether area. I swabbed my tongue across her anus, around and around on the taut pucker, and then down to the edge of her beautiful, mysterious dark opening beneath. She squirmed and shock her ass at me. I dug my nails into the plump cheeks, holding them close against me, so she couldn't get away-not that she wanted to. I dabbed the rubbery dagger in and out and around, buck up to the anus, inside it, pushing my tongue in a good inch or two, plucking it out, swiping down again to the hairy, hairy cunt, pushing into that pulsating orifice. She shook, she squirmed, she moaned passionately. And all the while my cock throbbed quite ecstatically, my steady erection not lessening a single inch, it was so excited by my oral mischief. "Yes, yes, that feels so good!" she exclaimed. "Yes, yes, lick my cunt… my hot, wet cunt!" She was shaking and groaning enough to be climaxing, and I myself was having a helluva good time, too, with my wet oral exploration, moving into those dark channels, pink pussy and ass, gobbling away with my lips and tongue and nose, gobbling at the darkness and the wetness. I ran a hand in below my mouth, between her legs, touching her electric, alive cunt, scratching at the tightly curled brown hairs, and then in, into the sexy oven, the heated hole of this lovely real estate agent. And now my face was planted firmly against the tiny squirming cavity of her asshole. I forced two fingers between her quivering labes, and pushed them deeply inside her cunt. She opened up completely then, and I slid in two more fingers and part of my thumb. She made me feel tough and hard, and I moved my hand around harshly, stretching the walls of her sweet pussy, making her groan with a tinge of pain on top of all that pleasure. "Feel it, baby!" I growled at her. "Feel my hand inside your fat cunt