And it was hot. The heat of her ass surrounded his cock and blew his mind.
He gave her the full length of his cock, pushing forward until every inch of his prick was embedded in her shit-tube.
He let it soak awhile. He leaned over her back and grabbed her big tits and whispered in her ear. "I love it, Mom."
Brenda groaned. "I love it, too, baby. Fuck me now. Fuck my ass and make me come."
He straightened up, gripped her big ass with his hands and started fucking.
He moved slowly at first, but soon his cock was sliding in and out of her stretched bung-hole with force.
Her asscheeks wobbled each time he slammed forward against them.
"Fuck it!" she cried. "Fuck my ass, baby, fuck it hard!"
She came when he started blasting his load inside her shitter. She milked his spurting cock with her asshole, clamping down on his sliding prick as the hot globs of jism jetted out of his pisshole.
Grunting, his head thrown back, the boy emptied his balls and slumped forward against her body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ken began having trouble at school. His exam grades were falling. At first Brenda thought it would pass, but instead of passing it got worse. She talked to the boy about it and he said maybe he needed some help with a few things. The problem was the teachers were always busy and he couldn't get a teacher to give any kind of help that meant anything. He promised her he would spend more time in the evening studying.
Brenda felt guilty. Maybe all the fucking they'd been doing was taking its toll on the boy. Maybe all the sex was harming him.
One afternoon she was downtown in a department store, and as she was about to leave she saw someone she thought she recognized.
Yes, she did know him. It was Mr. Haverkamp, the high school principal.
He was buying something at a ladies underwear counter. Brenda was amused and wondered if it was for his wife.
Haverkamp received his package and turned toward Brenda and their eyes met. He looked her up and down, his glance hesitating on the swell of her tits, and then he smiled.
Brenda had a sudden inspiration. She smiled back at him and said, "It's nice to shop when the store is empty, isn't it?"
They started talking. She made a pretense of buying some nylons and soon she was asking his advice about the various shades and about whether pantyhose were really going out of style.
He was very much a gentleman, polite and easygoing, and fifteen minutes after they met he invited her to have a drink with him in a nearby cocktail lounge.
Brenda, of course, agreed. Having a drink with him was her plan all along. She wondered why the hell the principal of the high school wasn't back in his office doing whatever principals do, but as long as he was here she had an idea she might be able to help Ken.
Inside the cocktail lounge they sat beside each other in a dark booth. They had one drink and then two drinks and then they were flirting openly with each other.
When the third drink arrived, he had his arm pushing against her tit and she had her hand on his thigh.
His first name was Arthur and he readily admitted he was married. But he said nothing about being the high school principal and Brenda said nothing about Ken being one of his students.
It took some time for him to get around to the main point, but finally he said, "This place is a little stuffy, don't you think? We could find something better than this."
"Like where?" Brenda said. She was feeling the alcohol and her fingers gripped his thigh as she tried to steady herself.
"Well… What about a hotel?"
Brenda giggled. "That means hanky-panky."
He giggled back at her. "I certainly hope so."
She left the cocktail lounge hanging on his arm.
The fresh air outside cleared her head a bit and she deliberately leaned her body against his as they walked to her car. He said he had his car in a mechanic's place, but she thought maybe he was worried she would find out who he was.
Inside the car it was his turn to put a hand on her thigh. He kept the hand there as she drove to a motel down the road. By the time he came out of the motel office with a room-key, her head was completely clear and her pussy completely wet.
Haverkamp hurried her into a room and locked the door and closed the blinds and turned and smiled at her.
"Well, here we are," he said. "How about a little kiss?"
She stepped forward into his arms and in a moment their tongues were tangled.
She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly. Sliding her hand between their bodies, she ran her fingertips over the outline of his cock and pinched his cockhead.
Haverkamp groaned under her lips.
She found his zipper and pulled it down. Sliding her hand inside his pants, she brought his cock out and stroked his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead.
When they finally broke the kiss, she looked down at his cock and smiled at the way his pisshole was dripping juice on her wrist.
"What have we here?" she said. "It looks to me like the cannon is almost ready to go off."
She slipped her hand inside his pants again and pulled his balls out. She stepped back to look at him, her eyes hot as she gazed at the way the meat of his cock and balls dangled out of his fly.
Haverkamp turned boyish. His aggressiveness was gone. Her bold approach had completely subdued him.
"Show me what's in that package," she said.
"What?"
"You bought something in the store."
"It's a garter belt for my wife."
"Something sexy?"
"Yes."
"You naughty boy! Let me see."
He reluctantly opened the package and handed her a black lace garter belt. His cock and balls were still hanging out of his fly and each time they jiggled around her pussy twitched in response.
She held the garter belt against her waist and smiled at him. "I'll try it on. I'll model it for you and you'll get a chance to see what it looks like. You just sit over there and wait for me."
His face flushed, his cock still dripping, Haverkamp sat down.
Brenda vanished into the bathroom and five minutes later she reappeared wearing nothing but the garter belt and her nylons and her sling-back four-inch heels.
A great sigh of pleasure escaped Haverkamp's chest as he looked at her.
She pranced around the room, posing for him, her hands cupped under her big tits and her fingers rolling her fat nipples.
Her pussy was swollen and wet and beads of cuntjuice glistened on the cunthairs covering her cuntlips.
Haverkamp held his balls in one hand and his cock in the other hand as he gazed at her. He slowly stroked his prick as she wiggled in front of him.
She smiled down at him and said, "Let me have a taste of that."
He opened his legs as she slid down to her knees in front of him. Pushing his hands away, she fingered his bloated balls and cockshaft and sucked his cockhead into her wet mouth.
Haverkamp closed his eyes and groaned.
She sucked his meaty prick. His cockhead was tasty. He had lots of foreskin and she liked the way it pressed against her lips as she sucked his leaking knob.
She did not want him to come in her mouth. Dropping his prick from her lips, she rose up and posed for him again. When she turned her back to him and looked at him over her shoulder, she saw the intense glitter in his eyes as he gazed at her ass.
"Like my ass?"
He made a croaking sound. "Yes."
"Are you an ass man?"
"That's right."
"Mmmmmm, I love it when a man pays attention to my ass. Would you like to kiss it?"
Backing up, she leaned forward and presented her ass to his face. Haverkamp ran his hands over her hips, stroking her skin from the garter belt down to the tops of her nylons, and then he nuzzled his face into the crack of her ass.