Tracy finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it off.
"So, what do you think? Will you survive a week with all these crazy women?" she asked.
John already had his shirt off and was undoing his belt.
"Sure. I can take care of myself."
Tracy let her jeans slide to her ankles before stepping out of them and tossing the pants onto the hotel room chair. John stood a few feet away in his boxers.
"I bet some of them think you'll fuck them before the week's over," Tracy said. She unhooked her bra and casually added it to the growing pile of clothes.
Despite having seen Tracy naked dozens of time before, John still took a second to admire her full, firm breasts.
"Some of them may be right," he said, pushing his boxers down his legs.
Tracy smiled at the man's thick cock. Not yet fully erect, she knew it would only take her magic lips a few seconds to get him ready.
"Like who?" she inquired.
The two young teachers were now naked, moving together next to the bed. John reached out and touched Tracy's nipples.
"We'll have to see. Won't we?"
Tracy held his cock and they both responded to the rush of sexual stimulation they felt, knowing that soon they would be fucking wildly.
John, 29, and Tracy, 27, clicked on John's first day at the middle school. The tall, good-looking guy and the leggy blonde were dating within weeks. Their friendship was no secret among the other staff members. But his status as a single male hadn't changed. Nearly all of the predominantly female staff had at least daydreamed one time or another of being with the amiable math teacher.
Together now for a week-long conference in central Florida, the small group would have plenty of opportunities to interact with each other in so many ways. Tracy did not fear losing her man. Or, if she did, she didn't show it.
With her tongue sliding up and down John's hardened shaft, it seemed unlikely to her that he would not eventually come back to her even if he did temporarily stray. She wrapped her lips around him and took him deep into her throat. She was on her back, anxious for the athletic figure hovering over her to begin pounding his cock into her wet pussy.
John didn't need to be told what Tracy wanted. He moved down and thrust his cock into her with the amount of force that he knew would drive her crazy. He held her by the ass and hammered her until she moaned with desire. Then he took her nipple in his mouth, positioning himself so he wouldn't miss a beat.
Tracy cried out as her man bit down lightly on the nipple. She clung to him and felt her orgasm build. There would be no prolonged teasing this time. This was fucking at its finest.
Tracy announced that she was about to cum and John gave one last lick of her nipple. Their heads were now side by side and the pair came together with their bodies acting as one. They kissed, hearing each other moan through long, violent orgasms. Near the end they rolled onto their sides while John continued to plunge his cock into Tracy. The last of his cum poured into her just as she began to lie still on the bed, totally spent.
They were motionless for a moment, heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
"God. And it's only the first day," Tracy sighed.
"And I've got so many women to do," John added.
"Yeah. That's right. Just who DO you think you're going to do this week?" Tracy rolled onto her side, facing her lover.
"How many are there?"
"Fuck you," Tracy said. "Start naming names."
John smiled at her and then stared at the roof as in thought. "I bet I can get Lisa."
Tracy frowned. She knew he might be right. "And Amy. But I think that's it."
"Yeah. Amy would be good," John agreed. "How about Kathy?"
"Never. Too old. But you do like blondes, don't you?"
"And Michele," John said.
"Oh, sure. Rob the cradle. You probably want every first year teacher from now on, don't you?" Tracy said, circling John's nipple with her finger.
"Only the cute ones."
She squeezed the nipple tightly, getting the expected response from him. "Anyway, I'm guessing Lisa and Amy and that's it."
"And I'm adding Kathy and Michele. What's the bet?" John asked.
Tracy smiled. She wasn't going to pass up this opportunity to play out a favorite fantasy. "The one who's closest gets to tie up the loser. Anything goes."
"Deal. I'll try not to hurt you."
"Hurt me," Tracy said, rolling on top of him.
Chapter 1: Lisa
An hour before Lisa was to meet a group of teachers in the lobby to walk to dinner, she was stepping into the shower. The 35 year old brunette let the water run over her body from her shoulders to her toes. She turned and let it flow down her back, over her ass and onto her thighs.
Her hands rose over her stomach until resting on top of her ample breasts. She closed her eyes and pushed her palms against her sensitive nipples. Lisa imagined that they were John's hands. The new, young, male teacher was now the official heartthrob of the school and the shy, married woman could only dream of having him.
Lisa grabbed the small bar of soap and placed it between her legs. It rubbed against her pussy, then along the folds of skin protecting her clit. She pressed harder and felt the nub harden as she envisioned John removing his clothes outside the shower. Lisa could see him through the thin curtain. John stepped into the shower with her, his long, thick cock hanging between his legs.
Lisa moved the soap up to her tits, spreading the bubbly film over her chest until her nipples stuck out even farther. After a few seconds, the soap was back between her legs.
She held the soap in her palm while inserting her middle finger inside her soaked pussy. With the soap massaging her clit, she slid the finger in and out, picturing John forcing his body against hers.
Finally, Lisa put the soap back in its dish and began to work her clit even harder. Her free hand was on her nipple, ruggedly squeezing and rolling it. In her mind she was kneeling down, putting John's rock hard cock between her lips. She let him push it deep into her throat, licking it with her tongue the entire time.
Two fingers rubbed against her clit--the soap, water and her own juices combining to make it feel as if she was rubbing an ice cube. Except she was hot, aching for his cock inside her and needing to cum.
She bent forward at the waist. Her own body was trying to escape the onslaught of her hands. But she continued to stroke the most sensitive areas until arriving at the brink.
Five more seconds and she would cum.
Lisa's mind was spinning with images of John cumming in her mouth, his cum trickling down her chin as she tried to take it all in. She more she stroked him and sucked on his shaft, the more he came.
Then her hands pulled away from her body and she leaned against the back of the shower. Her body screamed out with lust.
"Oh my God," Lisa whispered to herself, trying to catch her breath.
She rinsed off, purposely avoiding any contact by her hands. How was she going to dry off without cumming, she thought? Lisa stood in the shower for another couple minutes to allow her body to return to normal, then stepped out.
Half an hour later, John and Tracy walked into the hotel lobby. They spotted a small group of familiar faces and headed that way. Soon, all of the staff members who said they wanted to go out to dinner were present. The small crowd managed to agree on a location and set off into the night.
John found himself walking next to and chatting with Lisa. Her above average intelligence and above average bashfulness intrigued him, not to mention her mature good looks.
She was dressed in a light weight sweater and skirt that showed off her pleasant figure. Lisa was definitely one of the members of the party that John hoped to see around the pool as the week progressed.
Tracy was walking well ahead of John and Lisa, amidst a group of women talking much too loud for his liking. Within two blocks John and Lisa had fallen off the back of the mob.
"Is being with all these women going to drive you crazy?" Lisa asked with a smile.
"In what way?" John said straight-faced.
Lisa giggled. "All the talking."
"Oh. Well, I'm getting a little used to it in the school lounge. This is just a bigger version of that, I guess," he said.
"I'm glad you're going out with us, Lisa said. "I get tired of listening to all of them talk."
"You're not much of a talker?"
Lisa smiled. "Not much. Only when I have to."
"Do you want me to leave you alone?" John asked, knowing it was a loaded question.
"Of course not. In fact, tell me more about you."
John filled in the parts about his life story that he didn't think Lisa already knew. In the meantime he managed to extract little nuggets about Lisa. Like the fact her husband traveled a lot and that maybe she'd like him to get a job that kept him home a little more. And that she was afraid her thirteen year old daughter was going to be "a wild one."
When the group got to the restaurant and were escorted to their tables, John and Lisa sat together. Tracy was at another table, but strategically faced the two new friends. John was sure it was no coincidence.
The dinner went by fast. As much as John tried to join in on almost all the conversations, he and Lisa found themselves talking to each other more often than not. The walk back to the hotel was much the same as the walk to the restaurant, except for the fact John was now frantically thinking of ways to spend more time with Lisa. The most obvious way...getting her into his room...wasn't being ruled out, but he thought it unlikely.
Once back inside the lobby of the hotel, the group began to break up. John and Lisa brought up the rear, again.
