He sniffed and kissed her creamy asscheeks. His tongue came out of his mouth and he licked up and down her asscrack.
Brenda giggled, straightened up and turned around. "Now my pussy," she said. "We don't want to ignore it, do we?"
She pushed her crotch forward and Haverkamp buried his mouth in her cuntbush.
He was good. She stood there with her legs apart, gazing down between her tits at his mouth working in her crotch. Using both hands, she peeled her cuntlips apart to give him the bare meat of her pussy.
She let him suck and lick her dripping cunt awhile, and then she pulled away and went to the bed.
She knew how to get him crazy.
Kneeling on the bed with her ass facing him, she reached back and pulled her asscheeks apart to show him what she had.
Haverkamp made a gurgling sound and quickly stripped his clothes off.
He climbed onto the bed behind her and swooped down to kiss her ass.
He licked and nibbled her asscheeks and then once again his tongue was inside her asscrack.
This time he zeroed in on her asshole. She pushed back, pressing her ass against his face, opening her bunghole to let his wet tongue slither inside.
He stroked his tongue in and out of her brownie, his hands squeezing and mauling her asscheeks.
Finally pulling his mouth away from her bunghole, he told her he wanted to fuck her ass.
Brenda refused. She wanted him hanging like a fish on a hook. "We'll do that next time," she said. "Right now I want it in my pussy. Put it in me, honey. Fuck my pussy with that big cannon."
He pinched her ass and leaned over to grab her tits and then he fisted his cock and pushed his swollen cockhead inside her cunthole. With a grunt of satisfaction he rammed his hips forward and buried his prick in her steaming cunt.
It was a strong and lusty fuck, and when he finally came the feel of his hot jism gushing inside her cunt-channel brought her off.
They lay on the bed side by side after he pulled out of her.
He talked about himself and about his wife and hinted around, and Brenda finally pushed him into revealing a surprise.
Haverkamp told her that he and his wife were swingers and he invited her to come home with him.
"You mean for a threesome?"
"That's right," he said. "I think you'll like my wife."
"I'm sure I would. But how about if I bring a friend along? I think four can be more fun than three, don't you?"
"Well…"
"He's young. Does your wife go for the young ones?"
"Sometimes."
"You think your, uh, wife would be interested?"
"I know it. Come on over this evening at about nine o'clock. How's that?"
"Sounds fine. Now let's see if we can get you hard again so you can fuck me one more time."
She moved her head down to his crotch and began kissing and licking his soft prick. His cockhead was completely covered by his foreskin now, and she gently skinned it and took the pink knob of his cock between her lips.
She sucked his pisshole, nibbled the spongy flesh of his cockhead as her fingers jiggled his nuts. Sliding her fingers under his balls, she found his asshole and drilled a fingertip inside his bung.
He groaned and his cock began to get hard in her mouth.
She sucked his cock until he was stiff enough to fuck and then she sat on it and rode him to a finish.
It was almost three o'clock when they left the motel room. He still hadn't told her he was the school principal.
Another con artist, she thought. He's got the school board thinking he's Mr. Clean when all the time he and his wife are swingers.
She wondered about his wife. That woman she'd seen him with in the restaurant that night didn't look like much of a swinger.
When she got home, the first thing Brenda did was tell Ken about her afternoon with Mr. Haverkamp.
Ken knew she went out with men sometimes and he was never jealous. But this time he was shocked out of his boots.
"Haverkamp, the school principal?"
"That's right, lover," Brenda smiled. "What do you think of that?"
"Holy shit!"
"Are you coming along with me tonight? I've got a plan to solve your problems at school. Anyway, how can you turn down a chance to fuck the principal's wife?"
He couldn't, of course. He started quivering with anticipation as soon as they agreed he would go.
Brenda was also looking forward to it. The idea of watching Ken sock it to another woman turned her on. She was realizing her affair with her son had opened unlimited possibilities.
Her blood raced as she thought about the evening ahead.
CHAPTER NINE
Wilma Haverkamp turned out to be something. She was the same woman they'd seen in the restaurant that night, but now she looked completely different. Now she did not look dowdy at all. She wore heavy make-up and a blonde wig and a party dress that had a bare back and a slit half-way up her thigh. If you looked at the slit you could see where the top of her stocking ended and the creamy flesh of her thigh began.
She welcomed them with a flashy smile. "So glad you could come. My God, he's adorable. Where did you find such a cute one?"
Ken blushed as she patted his cheek.
Brenda suspected they were in for a hot time with the Haverkamps. Wilma looked like the sort of woman who could pull all the stops out and end the evening by going completely crazy.
Brenda was satisfied. She wanted the Haverkamps to go crazy. She'd have a great time watching Ken in action and then she'd have Arthur Haverkamp around her little finger.
They sat in the living room making small talk and pretending to be civilized. Arthur put some tapes on the stereo and before long Wilma smiled at Ken and asked him to dance. As soon as they were on the floor, Arthur moved over to sit beside Brenda on the sofa.
"What do you think of my wife?" he said.
"She's very nice."
"She's crazy about the kid."
"I can see that."
"I was wondering if he's from around here, I mean locally. Is he a local kid?"
"No, he lives in Hinsdale. His mother works here in town and he drives in with her once in a while."
"That's great."
Sure it's great, Brenda thought. Haverkamp was worried Ken might be a local boy and a student at the high school. Brenda was amazed that Haverkamp was such a dummy. He had his cock working instead of his brain and it was a wonder he could function as a school principal.
Wilma knew how to dance. She was up there flapping her elbows and shaking her tits like a teenager. She had big knockers, and each time she jerked her body her tits threatened to spill over the top of her dress.
Then a slow number came on and Ken and Wilma moved in close. Brenda enjoyed seeing Ken holding another woman in his arms. She couldn't understand it. She thought she ought to be jealous, but she wasn't. Seeing him with Wilma actually turned her on.
Arthur slipped an arm around Brenda's shoulders and dropped his hand over the mound of her tit. Brenda cuddled against him and he pinched her nipple through her blouse.
"I had a great time this afternoon," Arthur said.
"Yes, it was nice."
"Are you going to let me do what you didn't let me do this afternoon?"
"You really dig that, don't you?"
"You bet."
"All right, we'll see."
It was thrilling to her that he was dying to fuck her ass. When a man was hungry for it like that, it always made it more exciting.
When Brenda looked at the couple on the floor again, she saw that Wilma was kissing Ken and moving her hand over his crotch.
Seeing that turned Brenda on. She crossed her legs and squeezed her cuntlips by flexing her thigh muscles. She'd known it would be damn exciting to see Ken making it with another woman.
"My wife's a fast worker," Arthur said with a chuckle.