Pussy was on Tom's mind as he walked to school. His oral evenings with the two of his school's most popular 19-year-old hotties, Sally-Anne and Melissa dominated his thoughts.
He licked his lips and smiled as he thought how he had learned in two short episodes to love eating pussy. He loved the smell and taste of pussy. To feel a woman’s body jump and tremble as his tongue touched their clit was the ultimate turn on.
He had developed a heightened interest in women. Young women old women, fat women, thin women, blondes, brunettes, redheads it didn’t matter.
He studied them all. He would watch them, looking beyond their breasts legs and bums, as he tried to picture their pussy lying open, shiny and wet after sex.
I’m a bloody sex fiend, he thought, when he relieved the pressure on his balls in the mall toilet before going to work at the store.
Tom wasn’t the only one having trouble coming to grips with reality after a night of heavy sex.
Melissa couldn’t contain herself; she had to tell Juanita and Danni about Tom.
“I was begging him to fuck me,” she whispered, as they sat together in the coffee shop after school. “I can’t explain what his tongue and lips do, other than to say it’s bloody wonderful, so loving, so tantalizing. Yes that’s it tantalizing, that’s the word. He creates a feeling of anticipation as you seem to lay suspended waiting for him to do it. He doesn’t rush; he just kisses and touches you all over. He’s so bloody slow he drives you crazy.”
Tom left the toilet and was heading for work when he spied Melissa and her friends. Melissa saw him coming, “There he is,” she whispered.
Tom waved to them, and then stopped as his mobile rang.
“Do you remember giving me your number at the company dance?” a husky voice asked quietly. You promised to take me dancing if I gave you a call.”
Tom’s prick gave a lurch in his pants as he recalled giving his number to a six-foot-six redhead whose prominent thick lips so dominated her face, that all he could think of was kissing them.
“My word I do,” he answered. ”I remember you.” He smiled as he thought how could I forget that round arse, those long legs, those hard pear shaped tits and those thick red lips. “Call me Dot,” she had said when he asked her to dance.
Dorothy Schrader put on what she thought was her most sexy tone. “Well I am surprised; I thought with all those beautiful young girls at school you would have forgotten us oldies.”
Tom found it easy to be cheeky on the phone, “I might forget some of them but not you and those lips made for kissing. I can’t wait to get you alone.”
“That’s good.” Dorothy whispered. ”But I have a lady friend who would like to go dancing, can you handle two.” Depends on what you mean by handle he thought, but didn’t say, instead he responded. “It would be a lot better just you and me,” as he spied Melissa and the others watching and listening,
He moved away as Dorothy started to speak. “So would I, but remember I’m married. I work in the companies head office. I’m well known. I must be careful.”
Toms mind was racing ahead. She’s married, she wants to go out with me, and she said we must be careful, so she’s not telling her husband. Shit this sounds interesting and even a little dangerous.
Melissa and her friends were now watching him closely.
“Look I can’t talk now, I’m working this afternoon, can you ring me tonight?”
“I’ll try,” she whispered down the phone, her voice giving him a thrill.
“Give me your number and I’ll ring you,” Tom asked as he tried to hide his anxiety.
“I can`t, it`s too dangerous,”_ she whispered.
“Everyone answers our phone at home.”” In the silence he heard her sigh, “I`ll ring you,” she said as the phone went dead.
Shit I don’t want to miss this opportunity he thought.
The wives at the dance had made him realise that there could be a lot of available experienced pussy in the thirty to forty age group.
Down at the store he had become more and more amazed at the number of women in that age group who responded quite positively to his good manners and his flirting.
Tom had spent hours trying to work out a fool proof way to get one of them to spend time alone with him.
Mrs Schrader was heaven sent; she wanted to go out with him. He grinned as he thought, she has a friend.
After exchanging small talk with Melissa he headed for work, where Molly was waiting. “Christine Barton that millionaire property developer was in here with the owners. She enquired about you.” Molly looked worried, “What have you been up to?” Tom wasn’t worried, “I don’t know I only met her once when I danced with her at the company function.”
He was packing Juanita Phillips mother’s bags when his mobile vibrated in his pocket. Mrs. Phillips was built wrong, she had very big saggy breasts, a fat belly and a large lumpy bum and yet Tom found her surprisingly sexy. He wondered as they worked together what her pussy would look like, would it be big and fat like the rest of her body.
The store was full of customers when his mobile rang again; excusing himself he headed for the storeroom.
"Hi it’s me," Dorothy Schrader said as he answered.
Tom couldn’t help himself, "My god you’ve got a terribly sexy telephone voice," he groaned as he looked around to see if anyone was close by.
"Thank you, I’m glad you like it," she purred.
Her voice changed as she became more business like.
"When and where can we go dancing?" she asked. He mumbled about a few discos and a waltzing group down at the 50`s and over club.
“Christ we can’t go there!" she exclaimed. “It has to be more private.” “The only place where couples go with no questions asked, is that motel and night club out of town on the coast road.” he said.
“There’s another bar down at the beach with canned music. Town folk don’t go there because it’s out of the way and it’s a hangout for the beach crowd.”
"The last one sounds interesting," she whispered.
"I’ll ring my girlfriend and get back to you." In the meantime I’ll give you my direct line to my office desk. I’m the only one who answers it. Don’t dare ring me at home," she said as she whispered goodbye and hung up.
Tom spoke quietly to himself as he left the storeroom. “She’s hot to trot, she wants an out of the way spot and she has a friend. I wonder if there’s a chance of a threesome.”
