"You can return the favor by whacking Dale's cock a good one for not ordering me over tonight. I'm horny as hell."
"Poor baby," Jo offered.
Jo got the dress and slipped it on. It was a button-down-the-front affair, low cut in the neck, tight at the waist. The skirt was extremely short, barely reaching a quarter of the way down her thighs. Jo arranged the neckline so that only her nipples were covered.
"Wow!" Jenny exclaimed. "Honey, you'd better wear a coat over that when you leave this cottage."
"I intend to," Jo smiled. "No one's ever going to see me in this dress but Dale. No other man, that is."
"Are you falling for him?" Jenny asked, surprise in her voice.
"Maybe," Jo said. She couldn't decide to whom she was lying; Jenny or herself.
Wearing a light coat, Jo left a few minutes before eight. She was mildly excited. Dale's cottage was only two houses away, and she was ringing his doorbell exactly on the hour. The door opened at once, and she stepped quickly inside. Dale was wearing his robe. He seized her at once, crushing her body against his.
"My beautiful Jo," he crooned, running his hand over her back and down over her hips. "I've been looking forward to this all day. More than you could ever guess."
Jo could feel his hard cock pressing up against her belly, and she practically swooned with the joy of it.
"Here, let me help you off with your coat." He slid the coat down over her shoulders and threw it aside. Then he stepped back and said, "Jo! What a beautiful, sexy dress!" "Do you really like it?"
"I love it!" Momentarily he sobered. "You don't intend to wear it in your office?"
"Of course not, silly. I bought it just for you."
"I was going to say, we wouldn't be able to keep the kids' minds on anything but sex, and sex is only part of our curriculum." He smiled at her and said, "Come here."
"Wait! I want you to look at my panties first."
He lifted up her skirt and looked. "Jo, they're absolutely terrific. And those navy blue nylons do wonders for both the dress and your panties. I can practically have an orgasm just looking."
"You'd better not! All of your orgasms belong to me-tonight." She threw her arms about him wildly, lifting her mouth to be kissed, her tongue to be sucked. "Dale! Oh, darling Dale! I'm so glad to be here."
He kissed her long and hard, working over her mouth with his lips and tongue, fondling her ass, pressing his prick against her belly.
They broke after a long moment and Jo said, "Please take off that robe. It's hiding something I truly love." She tried to imagine how Jenny would react and what she would say. It wasn't that Dale was not sexy, it was something else. He just wasn't a young boy. She accepted this but realized that if she wanted to keep her job she had to make him believe she was wild to crawl into the sack with him.
He laughed, removed the robe, and threw it to one side. She reached down and took hold of his rigid, throbbing cock and began to stroke it. She had to admit that it was a very large cock, but somehow on young boys,'the size of the cock was much more emphasized by the size of the boys.
"Careful, honey," Dale said. "Remember how much nicer it is if we arouse each other first Let's spend some time at that, huh?"
He swept Jo up into his arms and carried her to a divan. Placing her on his lap, he immediately reached up and pushed the edge of her neckline away from her tit and began sucking it hungrily. At the same time he reached up beneath her skirt and caressed her thighs. Jo merely stroked his hair.
Presently he stood her on her feet. Together, they removed her dress and Dale carefully put it aside. Jo started to remove her panties.
"No! Wait!" he interrupted, staring at her crotch. "Those are the sexiest pair of panties I've ever seen." Looking up at her, he asked, "Can you do a grind and a few bumps?"
"Do what?" Her voice was smooth and she was in control of herself.
"You know, act like a dancer, a belly dancer."
"I'll try." She put her hands behind her head, crooked her knees, arched out her hips and, smiling at him wickedly, executed a perfect grind. Watching, he sucked in his breath. Stepping closer, she executed a bump. The second one ended when she threw her cunt up within a hair of his face.
He uttered a growling sound, grabbed her around the ass, and buried his face against her panties. A moment later he had stripped off the panties and was burying his face in her pubic hair, fingering her pussy. She reached down and took hold of his cock, squeezing it, fondling it. Now she purred at him, in a voice she thought he might like, "Oh, darling, darling! When? How long are you going to make me wait?"
"Not another minute. We'll have a quickie. Right now. Right here on the floor."
Gently he put her down on her back on the floor. She spread her legs wide and he got in between them. Both of them were aflame with desire and passion. Jo reached up, took hold of his cock, and guided it into the hole.
Dale began screwing her savagely.
Jo gasped as he began to fuck. His ass rose and fell, his groin slamming against her upturned cunt with every stroke and his cock blasting the length of her vaginal tube. It pounded, plunged, like a great, hot piston.
She grunted involuntarily with each blow. "Uh! Unh! Unh!"
He seemed to drive her into the floor with his thrusts, and the thick carpeting seemed to spring back to position her for each one that followed.
On his backstrokes, she felt the bulk of his cock-head withdraw along her passage to the tightness of her cunt, and on the forward plunges, he plowed to the upper regions of her belly. He fucked with a brutal urgency that gave her an uneasy feeling of lost identity. She felt as if she had become a faceless, nameless, fur-ringed cunt for him to release his tensions into.
The sensation was a frightening one, but it began to thrill her at the same time. She enjoyed the unaccustomed role of "object" and the sense of helplessness. As if reading her confused thoughts, Dale seized her wrists and pinned them over her head, pressing them deeply into the rug while his cock pounded harder in her.
Leaning far over her while he fucked, his weight on her extended legs, he raised her ass and threw her own weight on her shoulders and upper back. Her hips had no restraints to prevent full, savage rotary undulation. She twisted them and thrust with primitive abandon at his groin, feeling as if she were pivoting on the great cock that impaled her. All of the events of the day crowded into her consciousness to amplify her sensitivity and deepen her lust. She tried to imagine it was one of her young student boys; one who had come to her with sex problems.
As she fantasized, Dale's cock pinned the entire picture together, speared through her cunt, and thrust rudely through each of the scenes.
The orgasm she had waited so long to experience and one she hadn't imagined Dale could bring about was upon her before she realized what was happening. Her belly knotted for an instant-a glorious, breath-stopping convulsion that paralyzed her and filled her with a sense of impending violence-then broke into powerful, rhythmic contractions that seemed to crush Dale's cock in waves of milking action. An overpowering tremor seized her. She flung her head backward into the yielding carpeting and tensed her legs to force her cunt tightly against Dale's groin.
"Christ!" Dale yelled, the sound exploding from him. "You got a vise, not a cunt! AGHHH!"
He blasted against her distended pussy, grinding the base of his cock into the puffy mounds of her labia and trapping her clitoris between his pelvic arch and hers.
She couldn't distinguish between his explosive grunts and her own gasping groans. She realized vaguely that he was caught in the same tremor that was shaking her; she felt as if the entire living room were in the throes of an earthquake. The tension that had mounted so high drained away, but she still floated somewhere in the depths of a sea of ecstasy that she wanted never to lose. She alternately tensed and relaxed, magnifying her orgasmic contractions and forcing them to expand to include her whole body.