Tom Allison: In heat wild wife

For this reason, Todd now demanded that Cindy get a job as a history tutor to take her mind off fucking. His reasoning was that history distracted her from the needs of her pussy, and she wouldn't stoop to fucking the teenaged boys who would be her clients.

He was wrong on both counts; Cindy's career as a tutor turned out to be a bigger mistake than her short time with Food for Tots.

"…and Athens and Sparta were completely different places to live. The Athenians were more cultured, more interested in the arts. But Sparta was an almost completely militaristic society. The saying… Mitch, are you paying attention to me at all?"

The tall, lanky redhead shrugged his shoulders and slumped on Cindy's living room couch. He was the fifth student she had tutored and by far the most difficult.

Mitch had no trouble learning; if he'd wanted, he could have become the best student in his class. Rather, he was a classic study in teenage rebelliousness. Before she'd taken him on, Mitch's parents had nervously warned her that his arrest record was considerable.

Cindy was genuinely angry. "Mitch, this is our second session, and you still haven't said three words to me. I'll bet you didn't even glance at your homework assignment, did you?"

"Nope," Mitch said insolently.

"Would you like me to tell your parents how little attention you pay to your lessons with me?"

"I don't give a fuck what you tell my parents."

The color rose in Cindy's cheeks. She wanted to order him to do as she said, but she already knew she was taking her role too seriously. She was, after all, only three years older than her student.

"Okay, Mitch. Look." Cindy dropped the textbook and smiled at him broadly. "To tell you the truth, I was really shitty in high school, too. But I was always good at history and if you'd give me a chance, I could at least teach you that much."

"What I'd really like," Mitch said easily, "would be for you to teach me how to fuck!"

Cindy blushed, put her hands on her lap and looked confusedly around her living room. The mere use of the word sent thrills of horniness coursing through her pussy, but she made a real effort to suppress them. With five clients on her payroll, she'd only fucked one of her pupils thus far – Tommy. She took the job seriously.

"Mitch, what gives you the right to make that sort of suggestion to me?"

"Cut the shit!" Mitch's grin was broad and leering. "You know Gary Reynolds? I get loaded with him all the time. He told me you can suck prick so fucking hard, you make a guy shoot stars out of his Goddamn balls. He said you've got the hottest cunt of any woman he's ever fucked in his life!"

"Mitch, stop this!" But Cindy's pussy was juicing profusely, and deep down inside, she already knew she was going to spread her legs for the young delinquent. "Mr. Reynolds was lying. I don't know bullshit."

Mitch rose from the couch, sat on the arm of Cindy's easy chair and dropped his hand to her lap. She whimpered and did nothing to stop him as he pushed his fingers between her legs and started massaging her pussy through her skin-tight jeans.

"Does that feel good, teach?"

"Mitch, you've got to stop this!" Cindy's voice was girlishly high with excitement. "Unnggghh! Please, I'm a married woman! Please…"

Confidently, arrogantly, Mitch knelt on the floor before the chair. Calmly, he unbuckled and unzipped Cindy's designer jeans, knowing she would do nothing to stop him.

Cindy watched silently as he pulled her pants and panties down over her ass cheeks, down her creamy white, tapering legs. Then she was naked from the waist down, and Mitch grinned as he smelled the pungent aroma wafting from her dripping cunt.

"Shit, your pussy's wet…"

He thrust his hands under her ass cheeks and pulled her hot little ass to the edge of the chair cushion. Then he sank his head between her thighs and glued his lips to her bearded pussy, hungrily tonguing up the fuck juices that flowed from her pouting cunt.

"Unnggghh! No, Mitch, no… nnnnggg!" Cindy twisted and grimaced as the pleasure of his cunt sucking drenched her pussy with cream. Again, she felt the thin veneer of the tutor's personality slipping away from her, replaced by the cock-hungry slut she'd always been.

"Do you like it, teach?"

"Suck on my cunt!" Cindy grabbed his thick red hair and hornily pulled his mouth back to her steaming cunt. "Yes, you little bastard. Now you've got to make me cum! Suck off my cunt!"

Mitch slurped up her pussy juices, making his tongue wriggle quickly between the flowering folds of her aching cunt. She grunted and humped her ass off the springy cushion, fucking her cunt on his mouth.

"Harder, bastard!" She thrust her hand between her legs and spread her cunt, exposing her twitching clit. "Suck on my clit now! Unnggghhh, shit! That feels good! You little bastard, make me cream!"

Mitch squeezed her ass cheeks savagely, as if intent upon pulling them from her body. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked it very hard, teasing the stiff pink tip with his tongue.

"Cumming!" Cindy's groan was loud and guttural as the spasms throbbed through her fuck hole. "Unnnggghhh! Oh fuck it, Mitch! Suck my pussy! I'm gonna cum!"

Mitch kept sucking her clit, making the pleasure much more intense as the spasms drenched her fuck slit again and again. When she came to, she was surprised to see him standing over her, glowering at her furiously.

"You called me a bastard," he said softly.

"That's what you are, you conceited little fuck!" Cindy giggled and sat up on the chair, fumbling for his belt buckle. "Now take off those Goddamn pants. I want to see what it feels like to have a teenaged stud's cock rooting up my cunt!"

Mitch slapped her hand away. His expression became angrier.

"No one calls me a bastard," he whispered. "Nobody."

Suddenly, he whipped off his belt and lunged at her. She shrieked helplessly as she watched him using it to tie up her ankles. Then she bellowed, and he tied up her hands with her jeans and shoved her panties in her mouth. Cindy struggled, but apparently Mitch had learned at least one useful thing in school; the knots were very good. A new fear spread through her as she realized that she was captive in the hands of a very young, very real sadist.

"Now I call the shots," Mitch said.

Slowly, casually, he kicked off his boots and stripped naked, revealing a lean, white body and a very big cock. Then he propped her bound body up on the chair and rubbed his spongy, rosy cock head all over her face.

"Like that, baby? Like my big prick?"

Cindy wanted to scream, but she couldn't get the panties out of her mouth. Mitch shredded her blouse and bra from her body, exposing all of her nakedness. His big cock bounded to a new stiffness at the sight of her grapefruit sized tits.

"Jee-sus!" He caught one enormous tit in his hand and pinched the stiff, red nipple. "Man, Gary wasn't lying. You really are stacked!"

Abruptly, he pulled the panties out of her mouth. Before she could scream, he crammed his throbbing prick between her lips.

"Bite it, and I kill you," he whispered softly. "Honey, you're about to give me the best blow job of my life, or your husband's going to be picking up pieces of you from all over this room. Understand? Now suck my cock! Now!"

Obediently, Cindy wrapped her lips around the veined stalk of the teenager's prick and started sucking as hard as she could. She believed he would hurt her, if not really murder her, and that made her feel terribly afraid.

But she knew the fear was secondary to the lust she felt at having his big cock throbbing in her mouth.

"Ahhh!" Mitch clawed her neck and rocked his ass, staring delightedly at the spectacle of the pretty, big-titted tutor with her mouth full of his cock.