I tried not to think of the sensation of Mary's cock-sucking and my own cunt-lapping at the same time. I found that doing this gave me a "divided mind," that I didn't know which to enjoy, to concentrate on pleasure wise.
Finally, I decided that Mary would have to take care of her own sucking, that I would concentrate on Nora's pussy, which I began to do almost exclusively. The hair around her box was, of course, dark brown, the same as her head hair, and there wasn't much of it. I don't care to lap a female's cunt when she has too much hair there. The damned stuff gets between your teeth and becomes a bother.
At any rate, Nora didn't have that much and as I spread her legs as far as I could and bore in on her slit, the hole suddenly became much wetter.
I stopped lipping. "Are you in trouble?" I asked her, scarcely knowing what I was saying.
She giggled and pulled my hair. "Just a discharge, Mr. Horton. Pay no attention. Can you get your tongue up me a bit farther, please. I don't think you're touching the little… sensitive spot some of the time. I do so love to have you touch me there with your tongue. It makes me, as you say, very, very hot, sir. How is… your wife doing?… Her cunt tastes very good to me. I do hope she'll forgive me if I do it awkwardly. I've never had any experience in going down on people. Oh, I've been such a stupid fool all of my life."
"Please, Miss Doans," Mary said, a touch of irony in her tone, "don't make long speeches, suck and tongue me off."
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Horton. You must think me a terrible… boob.
I'm really quite an… ass, you know."
I grinned and patted her behind. "Yes, you are, baby. You're quite an ass all right. I think I'll try to kiss it right now." I stretched my head and got my face in back of her and kissed her asshole with feelings of positive delight.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Horton, for talking again, but that felt so marvelous, Mr.
Horton. Could you run your tongue up my… you know?"
"So you want your asshole reamed with my tongue. Well, my dear, I'm afraid we'll all have to change positions because a tongue isn't the best asshole-reamer there is. My cock will serve the purpose much more efficiently.
Do you mind, Mary?" This meant, of course, that Mary would have to give up my cock and stop her sucking on it."
Mary, being the dear girl that she always is, beamed and kissed my cheek quickly as she half threw her body over mine. "Bull honey, if our guest wants you to ream her asshole with your prick, then by all means do so. It would be terribly unkind of us not to do it, me for not stopping to suck It, and you for not ramming it up her ass. Come now, turn around, Miss Doans. Perhaps you'd better get up on your hands and knees. I know my husband. When he corn-holes a woman he likes to at least start from that position. There now. Are you comfortable, Miss Doans? Don't be unduly concerned about the pain of it at first. The pain leaves after a time, or perhaps it's that you become so hot you don't notice it till, later. At any rate, I see Bull is ready… just look at that long, hard ramrod of his, Miss Doans."
Miss Doans got up on her hands and knees, a look of lust on her face, the like of which I had never seen before. "Stick it up my asshole, Bull Horton," she rasped. "Ream my ass out good. Hurt me. Hurt me terribly. I don't care. I feel like I need to be hurt. My, what a long, big cock you have, Mr. Horton. I hope you shove it up my ass as far as you can get it… baby." Miss Doans giggled, but I had a feeling it was because of her use of the word "baby." What a strange female she was, I thought as I moved around in back of her and placed the head of my cock against her asshole… and shoved like crazy. She screamed with pain and (I think) pleasure as I systematically began to ream her a-hole.
She clutched at Mary and drew her down in front of her. Miss Nora Doans began to run her tongue hotly over Mary's ass, while I kept on corn-holing until, finally, of course, I increased the speed terrifically and blew off in her ass.
Chapter 9
About four weeks passed without my once ever seeing Nora Doans again. I learned from the old woman at the desk of the hotel that she had moved, but the old broad wouldn't tell me where she had moved. Several times I was tempted to call up a member of the school board, or even the school super himself and ask for her address, but each time I would put down the temptation and not do it. Mary and Jack and Jill and I continued, of course, with our swapping of partners much to the pleasure of everyone concerned, but still I wanted to bring this schoolteacher into our tight little group. To put it more bluntly, I wanted to try a five-way daisy-chain with Nora as number five.
I came out of the drugstore down the street one late afternoon and almost trampled her to death. I saw the woman crossing in front of me in a vague sort of way, but it wasn't until I bumped her that I reached out quickly and grabbed her to avoid knocking her to the ground. This was an instinctive thing and the moment I had my arms about her I knew it was she. Funny how some people have a certain "feel" to them. She was such a person. I straightened her up, turned her about and smiled at her.
"Hello, Mr. Horton," she said demurely. "How are you, sir?" She sounded as if she were standing just outside her classroom and someone might be listening to her.
I took my cue from her. "I'm fine, Miss Doans. How is school going this year?"
Dumb question, but others were milling about and there was no way of knowing how they all were.
"Just fine, Mr. Horton. How is Mrs. Horton?"
"Good," I said, an idea hitting me quickly. "Just today she was saying we should invite you to dinner again. How about this evening, Miss Doans? My wife would love to have you, you know."
It was almost as though she weren't listening to me. "I'm living on the south side of town these days, Mr. Horton." She placed her hand on top of mine momentarily and when I say momentarily I mean exactly that. It was hardly there long enough for me to feel it. She wore gloves on her hands, I saw (and felt).
It was at that precise moment when I saw a fellow I happened to know taught in the high school. He nodded to me and passed on into the drug store. I knew now why she had changed the subject for the moment, had refrained from answering my question. She was afraid the other schoolteacher might overhear her accepting my invitation. It paid to be careful around such people as other schoolteachers, school board members and the like.
"I'll be there at… will eight o'clock be all right?" she whispered.
"Yes. Fine," I said, and smiled at her. "That'll be fine, Miss Doans. Good-bye now."
"Good-bye, Mr. Horton."
I wanted to turn and watch her as she walked down the street – I wanted to see her ass swing back and forth in the worst way – (the best way, actually), but I didn't quite dare risk it. Someone might see me and.
"Oh, the hell with it," I mumbled to myself and set out for home, at which point I arrived some three minutes later. With a hard-on, by the way. My cock was as hard as it had ever been and when Mary saw me coming in the door she began to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked not realizing my pants were unzipped.
"Good grief," she cried, her hand over her mouth, "did you just walk up the street with your joint hanging out like that?"
I glanced down and in a somewhat stupefied manner observed my prick sticking out of my pants. I had been so busy thinking about the lush, near-virginal body of Miss Doans that I hadn't noticed it.
Mary was nearly doubled over with laughter. "Oh baby," she squealed. "What a sight that must have been. I'll bet half the women in town will be calling you on the phone soon."
I glanced down at my hard-on again and shrugged. "I met Nora Doans in front of the drug store and invited her to the house tonight I told her-er-you wanted to see her. At least I think I told her that."
Mary giggled. "So that's why you have the big hard-on. You were thinking about three-waying again."