Elaine Moore, 32 years of age, MA in Music Education, lately an awardee of the Advanced Music Fellowship at Lexington Baptist College in Texas, writhed breathlessly through yet another orgasm on the rigid, pounding cock of a small town young stud.
She was pretty "small town" too, she reminded herself. Her Southern Baptist upbringing had instilled in her a strict code of morality. She'd grown up to fear punishment both now and eternally in the Hereafter for even dreaming of sex in any form other than between man and woman sanctified in the eyes of the Almighty. She'd remained true to the faith throughout her young adulthood despite the continual invitations to stray and to experiment with which men responded to her smoky eyes, sculpted face and a body that was all at once lanky, athletic and voluptuous.
That is, she'd remained a virgin. She'd averted her eyes when other schoolmates had shared scandalous photos and magazine images of men and women enjoying themselves, and she'd refused to take part in or listen to those self-same friends recount their own many and varied sexual experiences-whether real or made up for the sake of impressing one another.
But "Laney" had her own imagination and a relentless sex drive that she couldn't entirely mask...at least not when she was alone. Nightly she'd given herself up to binges of obsessive masturbation, fantasizing about things she'd never speak aloud or dare to act out.
Had she not been brilliant and a quick study Elaine might have flunked out of college, so little sleep did she manage on the many nights when she'd discovered a brand new way to play with her own body.
She was sure she wasn't imagining it now, though, when she saw movement and heard furtive noises from behind the window at the other end of the music room. She wasn't troubled by it. The doors to the building were locked and only a few of her favorite students had copies of the keys. Oftentimes one or more of the guys would slip in to watch her sexing a lucky classmate and despite the dangers inherent in the practice, Elaine let herself be guided by a simple principle:
It pays to advertise.
She contracted her inner muscles around Brandon Crane's prick, adding to both their pleasure and ensuring that his attention was completely upon the lusty fuck she was throwing him. He was nearing another climax...she could feel it in the pulsing of his prick and she was determined that nothing would deprive her of the full, thundering discharge of this fine stud's seed into her womanly canal.
If later on one or more other steely-dicked guys revealed themselves and joined in, so much the better, for Laney did love to practice her proficiency on multiple instruments.
* * * * *
When Nicole opened her eyes, Luke Gable was crouched over her. "There you are," he said.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You kinda fainted away. I caught you, and made you, um, comfortable."
Something in Luke's tone triggered an alarm in Nicole's head and she pulled herself quickly up to a sitting position. They were still in the darkened small room adjacent to the place...the place where that woman was having her way with Brandon. Nicole's immediate fears were unfounded, though: she was still fully clothed in baggy teeshirt and unfashionable loose, grey sweatpants and jacket.
Luke read her look. "Here now, whatta think I am?" he said. "I just put you down there and made a bed out of those old furniture pads they protect the piano with. You were breathin' okay so I didn't even try, you know, CPR or somethin." His irrepressible confidence flashed for just a moment and he added "Not that I didn't want to give you a little chest massage."
"Please!" As her head cleared Nicole remembered all that she'd seen and heard through the thin glass window. She needed to take action, to protect her son from traveling any further down the licentious road that had cost her so much in her own youth. But she didn't want to humiliate him. What to do?
"How long was I..."
"Out? Five minutes maybe." Luke shrugged. "Hard dick and wet pussy wait for no one, though, and the show in there has, uh, 'progressed.' Brando blew a load up Laney's snatch and now she's doin' her own kind of resuscitatin' on him."
Returning in curiosity to the window Nicole saw Elaine now sitting on the couch in crosslegged "indian fashion" before Brandon. He was on his knees facing her, one hand braced against the couch back. She bobbed her head, taking only the first few inches of his rapidly hardening cock into her mouth. She'd suck avidly for a few strokes and them release him, batting his saliva-slick rod between her hands, tickling his balls and once again humming her little song of lust.
Nicole had her first unobstructed look in years at her eighteen-year-old son's cock. She was transfixed.
My, my how they grow up.
"I reckon she's fixin' to titty-fuck him," Luke volunteered. "You like to titty-fuck, Mrs. Crane?"
"Luke! How dare you?" Nicole almost shouted, but remembered in time to lower her voice. Yet...if she was determined to put a stop to this obscene coupling why was she hesitant to reveal her presence? She wasn't sure.
"It's a simple question," Luke said. "Most of the babes in this town, they get hold of a big cock and two things they want to do right away is suck and then slide it up between their hooters. Heck, a lot o teachers are the same way, I oughta know."
Luke smirked and put his face close to Nicole's. "And older guys wives. And mothers. Hell, I gotta friend whose mom must be twenty years older than you, but you wouldn't know it when her hair's down and she's naked. Nope, Lucille looks purty as a girl when she's ridin' my cock."
Nicole just stared at Luke, so close, and recognition burst through her years of self-repression: her "discomfort" at his nearness was just plain lust.
Sex with George Crane was a meager thing, but Nicole had convinced herself that it was enough for her. Deep down she was terrified that loosening control of the horny female animal she'd been all those years ago would cost her too much...that she would somehow lose Brandon, as she had lost her father. Now Luke Gable was suggesting possibilities that Nicole had refused to think about for nearly two decades. What if...
But NO! Nicole shook off the tempting thoughts. She needed to focus. She had to save her son.
And, frighteningly, the only hope she saw close at hand was Luke.
"Luke," she began calmly, soothingly, "You know that what these older women do with you and Brandon and your friends is not good for you or for them...right?"
"'Course not."
"Well then-"
