Chapter 2

Other than my sex with Mommy and with Frank, I maintained my chastity, if not my virginity, until high school, long after I had learned the pleasures of incestual fucking. My extra-family days were spent in foreplay with members of both sexes; what the fuck, if my Mommy can do it, so can I. I had a big mouth in junior high and high school, and a lot of the time my mouth was spent wrapped around a cock or a clit. Despite Mommy's constant railings against the male of the species, I found the taste of cum to be a pleasant addition to my diet. And I loved to rinse my face in the delightful gush of a squirting pussy. I made friends easily, obviously, and got along well with my teachers, of both sexes. Though I didn't need the help, life was simpler if I swapped the pleasing of their libidos for straight A's.

My cherry disappeared in my sophomore year of high school, or so the taker thought. It was 'taken' by Mr. Jensen, my math teacher, who used Calculus to calculate the route past my panties. The poor man never knew how I reveled in his circuitous attack, loving every moment as he saved me the trouble of throwing my thong onto his desk and following it with my ass. That man was gorgeous, and he encouraged my interest in Mathematics as well as in fucking. I remember actually going blind, for one millionth of a second, when he tore aside my tender anal membrane as he straddled me from behind, only to have my eyes burst wide open, staring at the chalk board full of equations, as I savored the internal sensations of someone other than uncle Frank.

Anyway, as the boys would say about a baseball player, I 'swung the bat from both sides of the plate.' I was a good student, a hard worker; yet in my leisure hours, I lived for the orgasm. And being reasonably presentable to the eye, I had the opportunities, and took them all. Still, once I became a teacher, I like to think that I never sold a good grade for my sexual pleasure. My beloved husband does think that I may have helped a marginal student or two over the top in return for a romp in the hay, but I'll deny that.

My first encounter as the more powerful partner, as the teacher, came during my first year of teaching. It was a high school math class, before I moved on to the university level. The students were generally achievers, but it was still a mandatory course, and so not all were as adept as others at understanding the material. One day Nancy came to my desk after class.

"I'm having trouble with this week's material. Is there some way I could get some extra help?"

I had noticed Nancy before; in fact, I had noticed every student in the class, male and female, choosing which ones I might fantasize over as I masturbated or fucked, one of which I did at least once a day. Or night. Nancy was near the top of the list. Tall, exceptionally pretty, high breasted, with rounded hips, I pictured her on top of me, wearing a large strap-on dildo, fucking me madly, my hips pushing up at her as she stroked into me.

"Come back here after your last class. We can spend a half hour going over the assignment."

She agreed, and left. Though she had not given me the slightest come-on, the idea of being alone with her, even in school, had me wet the rest of the day. When she returned, I was seated at the small conference table in the corner. I watched as she walked toward me, her hips swiveling like a runway model, yet in total innocence. I was afraid to stand up lest my wetness give me away. She sat next to me and opened her textbook.

After a few minutes of discussion, with Nancy answering each successively more difficult question correctly, she was stumped and silent. Her eyes danced between my own and the textbook, as she waited for me to give the clue that would help her toward the answer. But I sat silently, looking only at her eyes, just inches from mine. Finally she stopped looking at the text and returned my stare. Ten seconds seemed like an hour.

I will never know if I actually saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes or if I just couldn't control myself; I reached up and put my hand behind her head, steering her face to mine, her lips to mine. Her head twisted quickly toward the door, a precaution I had totally forgotten, and then came back toward mine. Her eyes closed just before our lips touched, the softest of kisses. My tongue slid out to lick her lips, with no attempt to force its way into her mouth. I moved my head back and whispered.

"Nancy, why don't we finish this review at my apartment and then I'll drive you home?"

She nodded, and for the next fifteen minutes, from the classroom to my car to my apartment, neither of us spoke a word. We were deep in our respective thoughts, thoughts which covered many things but always came back to the touch of our lips, the incredible wetness in my panties, and what was to follow.

Inside my door, we faced each other, still silently. The kiss this time was fiercer, more intense, more urgent, and our tongues fought for space in each other's mouth. Her soft breasts pressed against mine; I resisted the urge to caress them, knowing there would be plenty of time for that.

"Ms. King..." (I wasn't yet married, had not yet changed my name to Andersen.)

"Kim."

"OK. Kim, I never expected to be here in your arms. I've seen you glance at me, and I glanced back; I don't know if you ever noticed. I get wet every time I'm in your class."

"Oh, Nancy, if only I had known sooner."

Her hands were on my ass, pressing so that my pelvis ground into hers. I took one of her hands and led her to my bedroom, where I lifted her sweater over her head. Her breasts were as beautiful as I had imagined; a quick touch on the front clasp of her bra and two turgid nipples presented my mouth with a choice. I opted for both, pressing her breasts together so that I could suck on two nipples at once. She kicked off her shoes as I eased her back toward the bed.

Her eyes shone as I fumbled at the waist of her jeans; her mouth was slightly open, formed into a small circle as though ready to receive a cock. She was panting slightly, breathing more through her mouth than her nose. She implored me silently to hurry with her clothing. I finally got her jeans off, revealing sexy silk undies; not sluttish or whorish, just sexy. They were damp with excitement, as were mine under my slacks.

I pushed the moisture-darkened crotch to one side, so that I might feast my eyes on shiny wet pussy lips surrounded by light fuzz. My fingers raced to the site, lightly tracing the length of her slit, dipping inside her to concentrate on her clit. My mouth watered at the touch of her body, but as I moved my head to savor her taste, she pulled me up alongside her. Our lips met and parted, allowing tongues to polish teeth as her hands feathered my breasts.

"It's not fair, Kim, if you keep your clothes on while I'm naked."

I had been so intent on seeing and touching Nancy's body, as well as tasting it, that I hadn't even thought about my own clothing. I stood up to strip. Her eyes followed my hands as they opened every button and snap, yet they kept coming back to my face, to my own eyes. This incredible young woman had me in a state of uncontrollable lust. I was down to my panties and hooked my fingers in the waist.

"Leave those on for now, Kim; I'll get to them myself later." I giggled at the thought.

I lay again next to her, our arms around each other, lips together. Hands stroked backs and butts, slid around to caress breasts. My eyes were closed; I think Nancy's were also, as our mouths opened to allow tongues inside. I felt my saliva building and hurriedly swallowed it to avoid the embarrassment of drooling while making love.

"Suck my tits, Kim." I did so hungrily, attacking hard nipples to milk them of imaginary sustenance.

"I wish you had milk to give me, Nancy."

"So do I. Maybe you'd like some pussy juice instead." I returned to her sodden crotch. With a light tap to her ass, she lifted off the bed so that I might strip her of her panties. Her beautiful scent—she sprayed herself, obviously; I wondered if that was routine for her or just preparation during the day for a planned seduction of me that afternoon—her scent attracted my mouth to her like a bee to honey. And it tasted as sweet, though that part might just have been in my mind.

As I ate her, my tongue sucking on her clit, poking its head out at me, my fingers massaging her inner walls, she twisted her upper body so that her fingers could reach under my panties to explore my own wetness. I gave a little yelp at the sharpness of her nail; she backed off quickly.

"I'm sorry, baby." I wanted to laugh at the thought of this young woman, this delicious piece of ass, probably ten years younger than me, calling me 'baby'.

"Let me finish you off first, Nancy."

"My pleasure, Kim."

She lay back, spread-eagled as though in submission, yet lifting her ass off the bed rhythmically to press her snatch into my mouth. The skin on her hips and thighs, on all of her body, remained dry, baby powder absorbing any perspiration. Ah, yes, she had prepared herself for this adventure. My kiss in the classroom had been no surprise to her; my delay in making any advance had been my own loss.

The first orgasm of a first encounter never takes long. Try as we may, the novelty of the partner sends lust to its full measure, driving bodies toward a needed release. My lips were happily sucking away when I felt, with barely any warning, two fists hit the sides of my head, fortunately softly, as her hips lifted off the bed like a rocket from Cape Canaveral, but with the sound of its roaring engines replaced by a scream of ecstasy, "AAAAIIIIIEEEEE," soon followed by a sigh and a purr.

I lifted my mouth, wet from her juices, off of her delicious pussy; she lay there smiling at me, her hand curling in my hair. "That was beautiful, Kim."

I stared up and down at her body, my pussy soaking with anticipation, and flopped down on my back next to her. We held hands silently, the only sound being the inhaling and exhaling as her lungs brought more oxygen to her racing heart. After a few minutes, she reached down to remove my panties and then rolled atop me.

We kissed, mouths open. Our tongues were in one another's mouths, but instead of dueling, they were more like caressing each other. As her hand caressed my breast, my two hands held her mouth tightly to my own, my mind silently willing her to pull it away and begin to eat my soaking nether lips and my little man. Instead, she started on my cunt with one finger, running it slowly, tantalizingly, up and down my slit, alternating with a rubbing motion by the heel of her hand. Then the finger was inside me, just up to the first knuckle, running up and down the same route.

I pulled Nancy's hand from inside me and brought her finger to my mouth, sucking my own juices off it as I had just sucked hers from between her legs. She allowed me my pleasure as her head moved to my breasts, left nipple and right nipple in turn growing hard under the gentle pressure of her mouth. All of a sudden, she rose above me, her head a full six inches over mine, eyes staring sensuously into my own, as her knee forced itself between mine. In seconds, her thigh was against my pussy and her own wet loins were pressed against mine. Teen aged boys might call it dry humping but our juices poured over each other as she rubbed back and forth against me.

But that lasted only for a few moments. Rolling off me, Nancy stretched for her oversized purse and dug out a pink strap-on cock. My imagination having come true, I spread my legs in anticipation as she donned the fake male member and guided its head toward my eager slit. It slid in without difficulty and my young student began to fuck me like a man, her hands alongside my head, her breasts swinging as she plunged into me again and again.

"Fuck me, Nancy, fuck me; make me cum."

She smiled. No response was necessary save for the touch of two fingers on my clit as she balanced herself on one hand over me, her smile a mixture of affection and lust. I pulled her face down to mine, our kiss coinciding with my orgasm, her lips aborting my scream.

Nancy passed the course with honors. I must admit that she received extra credit for time spent in my arms.

Nancy was not the only student to warm my feet in the winter; a total of four if I recall correctly. Two of the four had penises; none of the four needed the extra credit to pass the course. We continued as casual fuck-mates, all of us, even after they had graduated, and even after I had moved on to the university and had met Earl. After that, however, I became faithful to Earl. From that date forward, I never shared my body with anyone else unless Earl was present and joined in the fun. Oh, yes, there were a few rare occasions when a student would actually hit on me, and if I was tempted, I would always get his permission for the assignation. Those were always forgettable. Time passed.

Earl, as usual, was sleeping with his lap up against my ass. He was sound asleep, as was I. What was unusual about the scene was the fact that my lap was smack up against the ass of a guy named John, one of Earl's graduate students, with whom we had spent last evening, well past our usual bedtimes, 'getting acquainted' with each other, if you know what I mean.

My pussy was sore from the action, each of them having fucked me twice — straight in, no oral, no anal, just sex. We slept with the windows open and the cover on the floor; it was summer and the air conditioning was two days away from replacement. I woke up to the usual pressure of a full bladder; I had to pee. I crawled out from the middle of the Kim sandwich, trying not to disturb the two men in the bed. When I came back from the bathroom, I noticed that the two slices of bread no longer had any space between them; John had backed up against Earl.

And they were both awake. Even in the early dawn's light, I could see Earl's big hand wrapped around John's meat, black on white, stroking him slowly. John's hand had worked its way between the two of them and he was jiggling Earl's nuts. This I had to see; I ran back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face awake. Back in the bedroom, I sat in the easy chair, watching my lover and our guest in their foreplay. After just a few seconds, I ran to the bed and began to lick John's piss slit, with Earl's fist touching my face as he stroked his friend's cock.

"Later, baby; first let John and I take care of each other."

This wasn't the first time that Earl and another man had taken care of each other in our bed, but it was always exciting for me to watch. John pulled himself free from Earl and left the bed, just so that he could push my husband on to his back. He took Earl's huge weapon in his mouth and then threw one leg over him, straddling Earl's face in the classic sixty-nine position.

While John sucked on my beloved's huge member like a vacuum cleaner, Earl just licked our guest's balls while he stroked John's meat, oh so slowly. The two of them hummed their moans of pleasure while John's saliva rolled down Earl's cock, the liquid shine making my husband's big black cock look like patent leather.

"Why aren't you sucking John, dear?"

"You forget, my dear, that John likes to cum in my ass, and at this hour of the morning, we only have time for one more cum."

"But you just promised me next."

"I'm sorry; I wasn't thinking."

"You mean you forgot?"

He laughed and then his tongue began to lick the length of John's member while his finger explored John's back door, massaging his prostate. Once he felt Earl's finger up there, John's mouth went crazy and his host could hold out no longer, blasting a mouthful of semen into our guest's gullet. John rolled off Earl and licked the oozings from the edges of his mouth. Then he raised up on his knees and looked at Earl wordlessly.

My husband took the hint and rolled onto his stomach, raising his ass up for John's onslaught. The white cock approached its target, looming larger than life as it was silhouetted against Earl's dark skinned ass cheeks. The incursion was quick and easy; Earl's asshole has had enough visitors to make way comfortably. John was speedily in right to the hilt, his cock disappearing and his balls slapping against Earl.

Soon the cock reappeared, only to be swallowed up again as he pumped in and out of my husband. The scene was all black for a moment, then white pulled out, then black, white, black, white, blackwhiteblackwhiteblackwhite "NNGGHH NNGGHH" as John let go, his cream oozing pearly white as it dripped out of Earl's ass.

My contribution at that moment was limited to sucking John dry when he was finished, although he did give it to me doggy style in the shower after breakfast. All in all, a pleasant evening and morning.

And so the air conditioning was fixed, the summer flew by and the leaves began to fall, the soon bare trees preparing themselves for the snow to come.

It was the middle of winter. I was home, sitting in front of a roaring fire — those gas starters really are worth the expense. The house was warm enough for my peignoir, supplemented by some neat 16 year old unblended scotch. Neat, as in without ice. We'd had an early dinner and then Earl had gone back to the school for a late session of an educator's conference that the university was hosting. It was a short session, and I expected him home soon. Actually, I had been looking forward to him bringing home some guest to share our bed.