After my encounter with that ultra slim and leggy administrative director, I knew that I could certainly get away with anything my perverted mind could conjure up. The knowledge that I could have a crack at any woman I wanted, and without any repercussions, rushed to my head like a drug. Shit: I had the power to do what I wanted----a very unique power not to say the least, and I felt like a God. Having passed the initial inhibitions and doubts, I now set forth to lay every mature woman that struck my fancy. I swept through the neighboring towns like the plague, leaving behind a bevy of confused and highly agitated women.
My third victim, Victoria Ryder, was certainly an interesting woman. I had known her since the first day I had walked into grade school fifteen years ago. Back then she had simply been a teacher and for a seven-year old, just another annoying ‘older person’. At first she had meant nothing to me. But when I turned thirteen I suddenly found her to be the most exciting female God had put on this earth. Of course I had reached puberty and suddenly saw every woman I knew in a different light. But compared to most of them, Victoria Ryder was a Goddess. Back then she had been thirty-five or thirty-six, three times my age! But I was hooked. She had to have been the most ultimate female specimen and I had spent almost every night fantasying about her.
I was now twenty-two and she had matured into a forty-six year old. So far, she was the oldest candidate on my long list of do-able mature women. Yet even now she was still a hell of a stunning woman and it was easy to see just how gorgeous she must have been in her younger years. Her husband had certainly found her irresistible----she had pumped out six kids over the years! The oldest was a twenty-seven-year old whom I hadn’t seen in several years and the youngest a mere nine-year-old boy. I knew all of their kids pretty well. The rest were girls and they all looked like her. Oh, they were hot all right. They were one of the most popular girls in town. But whereas the guys chased after these four young girls and most definitely fucked them silly, I drooled after the mother. Call me weird; call me sick. I don’t care. They had nothing on her----not even their youth. I had admired her for years. Now that I had the ‘power’, I decided to turn all those nightly fantasies into reality.
She had managed to work her way up and was now the principal of our little grade school. The building stood at the outskirts of our little town, surrounded on two sides by cornfields and the cemetery on the other. We’re a small community and we have absolutely no crime. The school doesn’t even have a security or an alarm system---that’s how trusting we are of each other. The last person out had to lock up; that was all. And Mrs. Ryder was wont to stay late, pouring over papers or working out a new educational program.
I stood in front of her office and peered through the Venetian blinds. She was sitting behind her desk going through a stack of papers. She hadn’t changed much---a bit older, naturally, and perhaps a bit plumpier than when she had first entered my life. But man, was she a sight for sore eyes! I ran into her almost daily and my cock would harden immediately so that I had to cover it up. Yup; they don’t call me ‘Pocket Pool Eric’ for nothing!
I opened the door and slowly walked in. She looked up, sort of startled. “Eric Braddock! Heavens, you scared me silly! What are you doing here?” She had a soft, sultry voice that could give a guy an immediate hard-on. I had to hide that damn ‘bulge’ with my hands again.
I closed the office door behind me. I turned and stared at her with a stony look. “What are you doing here?” she demanded again. She got up from her desk and came forward slowly, shaking her head. “Damn it, boy! Say something. You’re giving me the creeps.”
I took the opportunity and studied her profile for a few seconds. Although she stood taller than usual due to her heels she was actually sort of short, about five-foot-three. She had put on some extra weight over the years that now lent her a sort of comfortable, well-rounded physique. Her hips had broadened and it seemed that her breasts had become fuller, too. Oh, she had an amazing voluptuous figure that tipped the scales at about a hundred and thirty. She had real high chested and large, spherical globes so perfectly round that you’d think she had shoved grapefruits into her bra cups. It was those amazingly rounded spheres that had kept me spellbound for years.
The natural blonde hair was now almost platinum. It hadn’t turned gray, not yet, but it had turned lighter and whiter, a sort of bleached look that was definitely natural and not applied. She had a head full of soft, luscious waves and curls that fell to the nape of her neck, sort of Marilyn Monroe style with a teasing curl above the left eye. As long as I’ve known her she always had the same style. She had beautiful baby-blue eyes; a small upturned nose and one of those V-shaped, pouting mouths you just wanted to shove your cock in. She was definitely one of the most beautiful and desirable women in town and the men folk were absolutely gaga about her.
She was wearing a red blazer over a silky, white blouse and a short, black leather skirt. Dark, sheer stockings snaked up her strong legs. On her feet she wore red stiletto pumps with pointed tips. She had a dainty bracelet around her left wrist that chimed and tinkled and her right hand was adorned with numerous rings.
Since I’ve known her she had always dressed the same---always very professional looking and sophisticated looking with her blouses and business suits. But she had a knack for making it look extremely provocative and sluttish. I suppose it’s because she kept her blouses buttoned low and the skirts short and tight.
The blazer was buttoned around the midriff. The lapels of the silk blouse were spread wide, exposing her throat and the large pearl necklace underneath, not too low, but just enough to make a guy want to look a little longer. (I knew that had she remained sitting that she would have presented me with a splendid view of her cleavage.) And those hugely rounded breasts really heaved through the silk blouse, spreading the red blazer’s lapels far apart. The tight-fitting black miniskirt really amplified the broad hips. What a body indeed! Oh, what a stacked blonde bombshell!
With six children she most definitely had a very healthy sex life. But I wanted her to believe that she hadn’t been laid in a very, very long time. I wanted her hot and horny and desperately wanting it! I wanted her crawling and begging for it!
I stared into her lovely baby-blue eyes. She blinked as our eyes locked and I knew she was instantly hypnotized. “You feel like you haven’t been laid in many years.” I sent her a mental message and she blinked at me with wide eyes. “You’re so hot that the need is running down your legs. I’m the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen. You want me---desperately.”
She licked her pink lips and brushed the annoying curl out of her eyes. When she was nervous she always did that---just an absentminded flick of the wrist. She came towards me slowly, blue eyes flashing. She stopped and stared up at me with wide eyes. She cocked her head and gazed at me dreamily. “Oooh, you’re a real hunk, aren’t you?” she cooed at me suddenly and traced a long finger down the front of my shirt. “Muscular, too. I like that.” She had her hands all over the front of my shirt, pawing and clawing at my shirt collars. The bracelet chimed. “Are you going to let Auntie Vicky show you a good time?”
I calmly brushed her hands aside and stared at her. She was all over me and I couldn’t help but be turned-on by her sultry advances. Man, this Evil Eye shit was amazing! She looked like she was having an orgasm already and realized that I’d have to slow this down a bit before she’d tire out. I pushed her away from me and raised a warning finger. “Whoa! What makes you think I’d be interested in an old hag like you?”
