The way she was frantically grasping him in her arms, gripping him with her ankles and thighs, Carl could tell her orgasm was rapidly approaching. Listening to the way Sylvia was sobbing and gurgling beneath him, Carl knew it wouldn't be long now.
"Oh, God, honey," she squealed as he drove harder and deeper into her quivering body. "Fuck me good, darling! Fuck me good!"
Thinking about Denise, he began driving harder into his wife's lurching pussy.
"Oh, yes, baby," she squealed. "That's it! Fuck me good! Fuck me good!"
Sylvia was tensing for the inevitable orgasm that was building and building in her body, and she knew it was going to be the greatest climax she'd ever experienced. It was only seconds away and she could already hear the distant sound of bells beginning to ring in her ears. A wild thrill gripped her body as she started up over the crest of her orgasm.
With his mind on Denise, Carl felt his jism boiling deep in his balls. Thinking how wonderful it would feel to shoot his hot load into the slutty teen's writhing belly, he was suddenly aware of his hot jizz rushing up through his stiff shaft.
Sylvia was at the very brink of climaxing when she suddenly felt a torrent of steaming hot cum gushing up into her cunt, splattering against her womb.
"Don't stop!" she screamed, clutching at his ass, trying desperately to keep the top ridge of his cock rubbing against her throbbing clit. "Don't stop, honey, I'm almost there!"
Only a split second away from an overwhelming orgasm, she frantically raised her hips, trying to bring herself off by rubbing her swollen clit against the base of his squirting, shrinking prick.
"Don't stop, honey!" she hysterically screamed. "Please, darling, I'm almost there! Almost there!"
Carl's prick gave two or three feeble jerks and then slipped out of her cum-filled cunt as he rolled onto his back.
"No, Carl," she sobbed.
Staring up at the ceiling as her husband lay snoring beside her, Sylvia couldn't believe that something which had started out so fantastic could end up in such frustrating shambles.
CHAPTER TWO
After school the next afternoon, Carl Stone was about to drive his car out of the faculty parking lot when he saw Denise Corby walking toward him, her luscious tits bouncing around wickedly under her sweater.
"Hi, Mr. Stone!" shouted the attractive teen.
"Hello," he replied, smiling.
"You drive north to go home, don't you?" asked the girl.
"That's right."
"Then would you mind giving me a lift up as far as West Valley Street?"
"Not at all," the teacher smiled. "Hop in." Pulling out of the parking lot, they drove several blocks without talking. Driving the car down the street, Carl could hardly keep his eyes away from her deliciously naked thighs beneath her short, hiked up skirt.
"You think I'm sexy, don't you?" she said finally.
"What makes you say that?"
"I can tell by the way you watch me in class," she said, closing her eyes and resting her head against the back of the seat. "And now you can't keep your eyes off my legs."
"Well," he stammered. "It's just that think you're a very attractive young lady."
"Would you like to fuck me?"
"What?" he gasped.
"I just asked if you'd like to fuck me," Denise repeated.
"Of course not."
"Why not?"
"My God, Denise," he gasped.
"My old man started fuckin' me years ago," she giggled.
"Denise," he said nervously. "You're not really serious, are you?"
"Sure," she answered, switching her gum to the other side of her mouth. "He fucked me all the time until he left Mom for a younger woman."
"Wasn't it painful when you were so young?" asked Carl, completely shocked at what the teen was telling him.
"At first it was," she admitted. "But pretty soon it felt so good, we fucked every night after my mom went to work."
"Where did your mother work?" he asked.
"She was a cleaning lady in an office building downtown," she answered.
Carl drove on in silence, still unable to comprehend what the teen had told him. He couldn't understand how any man could sink low enough to molest his teenage daughter.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she repeated after a long silence.
"Of course not," he answered quickly.
"I'm sure a hot piece of ass," the girl said. "My God," he gasped. "I can't believe you, Denise. Why, you're still in high school!"
"I know, but I'm also eighteen," she giggled. "But young girls get hot pants, too."
"Then go after a boy your own age," he suggested.
"High school kids are so droopy," she sneered. "I like real men."
"Hell, Denise," he sighed. "You could have any guy in school."
"No thanks," the girl smiled. "They all act like a bunch of silly kids."
"Maybe so," he grinned. "But you can count me out."
"Why?" she said. "You could have a real good time with my hot body."
"I probably could," sighed Carl.
"Why won't you fuck me?" she suddenly asked. "I'm clean."
"I'm sure you are," he said. "But I'm not going to fool around with you."
"Am I ugly?"
"No," he grinned. "You're quite pretty."
"I've sure got a hot cunt," she giggled. "I'm sure you have. But the answer is still no."
"What have you got, against hot cunts?" she asked, smiling up at him with her sensual eyes.
"Do you remember the first girl you ever fucked?"
Carl smiled to himself, vividly recalling Bess Ford whom he'd never forgotten. They had both been fifteen years old when they enjoyed their first piece of ass together one summer evening in her back yard. It was something. Carl would never forget. They spent the rest of that summer fucking each other half to death. The man often thought back on those days and wondered what had ever happened to Bess after she moved away.
"Well," smiled Denise, "do you remember?"
"Yes," he sighed. "I remember."
"Was it good?"
"Just fantastic," he smiled, a faraway look in his eyes, the memory of that first fuck sending excited tingles through his cock. He could feel his prick stiffening at the thought of Bess Ford and her cute naked body.
"Then what have you got against young pussies?" she giggled, reaching over and resting her fingers on his crotch.
He was about to remove her hand, but it felt so good that he decided to let it remain as they only had a few more blocks to drive before she was to get out.
"Why don't you try my cunt?" she whispered. "I'll bet it's just as hot and juicy as hers was."
Glancing down at her shapely thighs, he could almost feel them wrapped around him as he drove his cock into her tight young pussy. It was a crazy thought, but fucking this cute slut would be one helluva party.
"You're gettin' a neat hard on," she giggled, lowering his zipper and whipping out his stiff prick.
Carl knew he should stop her, but the electric feel of her soft cool fingers around his shaft was too good to resist. Staring blankly ahead, he drove on while her naughty fingers skimmed the foreskin up and down over his stiff, throbbing rod.
"Please," she whispered. "Please, fuck me."
He didn't answer. He just stared numbly down at her half-closed eyes and moistly parted lips. The pleasing expression on her lovely face made his cock throb more violently in her hand.
"Let's go to a motel together," she chirped. "You won't be sorry. You'll just love all the neat things my hot, cunt can do."
"Oh, Denise," he stammered. "It's all wrong. I just can't do it."
"Please," she begged, bending down and running her hot wet tongue around the rim of his big knob.