Norma Egan - Boy-craving wife

"Bet I can squirt farther than anybody," Jack bragged.

"You're fulla shit," another boy snickered. "Betcha a quarter I beat you."

"You're on," Jack said with a grin.

Other bets were passed, but Edie didn't hear them. Her whole attention was on those fine young cocks which kept poking out of pumping fists, the heads hard and rosy and leaking bright bubbles of juice. Her cunt ached and creamed, her pussy swelled, as she thought of taking every damned cock in that room, fucking those handsome boys one after the other.

"Hey, you know what?" Jack panted. "I wish I was fucking Mrs. Burns."

Edie reddened at the mention of her name. "Jesus, you an me both," another boy sighed. "Christ, she's got the biggest tits I ever saw."

"Like watermelons," another boy moaned. "Wonder what her pussy looks like?"

"Only ol' Burns knows that," Jack said. "I wonder if he still fucks her?"

"Are you kidding?" Someone laughed. "Can you imagine ol' Burns fucking anybody?" That got a big round of snickers and guffaws. Edie grinned wryly. The kids' estimation of her sex life wasn't so far off the mark. But now she knew what to do about it. If all the boys in the school were this horny, she wouldn't have much trouble getting fucked. Jack's remark indicated that quite a few of the boys were turned on to her, too.

"Hey, let's all pretend we're fucking Mrs. Burns," Jack said eagerly. "That way we'll really shoot far. Just think about that nice hot cunt."

His idea caught on, and all the boys fisted their stiff drooling cocks faster and harder, their young faces red with lust. Edie knew she must wait till tomorrow and catch one of them alone, but her lust was so urgent, that she had to have some kind of relief. Still watching the boys intently, she reached inside her robe and began to rub the slick hot lump of her clit.

Instant and intense pleasure ripped through her belly as she rubbed the throbbing tot lump of her joy button. She imagined that Jack was fucking her, and she slipped one stiff finger up her molten hot cunt and began to finger-fuck herself. She had to stifle moans of horny excitement as her pleasure mounted. She worked her stiff finger hard and fast in her fiery gripping twat.

"Ahhhhh, shit," one of the boys yelped. "I'm gonna shoot."

Edie's hot eyes focused on the boy's rosy hard cock-head, and she saw a streak of thick white jism shooting out from the slit-mouth of his prick and splattering on the shower room floor. He was soon joined by other yelping and howling boys spurting their hot loads. Edith pumped her rigid finger faster and faster in her milking, squeezing cunt, and she frigged her hot little clit furiously.

Now she concentrated on Jack, the husky blond boy who'd said he wanted to fuck her. He was still holding out, building up his pleasure, and his eyes were glazed and hot. Was he thinking about fucking her? In his fantasy, was he working that gorgeous pale hard-on in her juicy little cunt? Edith imagined the kid's rock-hard cock hammering in her famished twat, and she began to come.

"Uhhhhh," she gasped helplessly.

"Awwwww," Jack bawled.

His sizzling jism shot across the room, farther than any of the other boys had shot. Jack pumped his squirting prick limp, then grinned with pride.

Edie sank against the wall, quivering with pleasure as her explosive climax spun out.

"You won, Jack," someone said wistfully. "Yeah," Jack sighed, "but I still wish I was fucking Mrs. Burns."

Well, honey, Edie thought, tomorrow you just might get your wish.

The next day Edie waited with seething impatience until late afternoon, when Harold went off in the woods to look for butterflies. She'd made up her mind to seduce one of their young students, but she couldn't very well do it with her husband around.

From the window of their apartment living room Edie could see the playfield three stories below. A number of the boys were romping down there, among them handsome blond Jack. Good – Jack was her first choice as a lover. Edie opened the window wide and leaned out.

"Oh, Jack," she called, "could you come up here for awhile? I need some help moving furniture."

Jack looked up at her with a broad grin. "Sure, Mrs. Burns," he said eagerly. "I'll be right there."

Edie waited for him, practically quivering with horniness. She was wearing just a semi-sheer negligee and lacy black bra and panties. She was sure the boy would be delighted with her idea. Still she felt a little nervous. After all, never in her life had she fucked anybody but Harold, and she'd never dreamed of cheating on him before.

Jack made it up the stairs in record time and knocked at the door of Edie's apartment. When she opened the door and stood there in her transparent negligee, the boy's eyes grew huge. He could see right through the gown, and he ogled Edie's mature curvy body in bra and panties. This woman sure as hell didn't look like she'd been moving furniture.

"Come in, Jack," Edie said in a husky voice. "I hope you don't mind leaving your friends for awhile."

"Not for you, Mrs. Burns," the boy said, his voice breaking in a horny croak. "You just tell me what you want, and I'll do it."

Edie smiled wickedly. "Call me Edie, dear," she purred. "I have a feeling we're going to become great friends."

She led the way into the living room. Now she had the kid alone in her apartment, and it was obvious that he wanted her, but what was her next step? She hadn't thought that far. She grasped at the first idea that came to her.

"My, it's hot," she sighed. "I've just got to take off this robe."

She untied the filmy negligee and let it swirl down from her shoulders. It puddled on the rug, and she stood there in just her black lace bra and panties. Jack was so overcome by the sight of her statuesque creamy-skinned body that he just stood there speechless and gawking. Edie saw the crotch of his jeans starting to swell and bulge.

"It's very hot," she went on. "Maybe I should take off more clothes. You could help me take off my bra if you want to, Jack."

"Ur," he said, or something like that. The gawking kid was still too overcome to speak, but he stumbled toward Edie, his eyes glued to her huge thrusting tits. The big pale melons looked ready to burst from her flimsy little bra. Hardly believing his luck, Jack got behind her and fumbled with the catch of her bra. He finally got the damned thing unhooked, and it snapped away and slid off down her arms.

"Ummmmmm, that feels so much better," Edie sighed, turning to face Jack.

Jack's blue eyes nearly popped from his head.

Every boy in school talked about the headmistress' big tits, but they seemed even bigger without the confinement of a bra. The enormous pale melons poked straight at him, capped with large conical rosy nipples. Jack had never seen tits like those, not even in the girlie magazines some of the boys had smuggled into the dorm.

At last he found his voice. "Oh, wow, Mrs. Burns – I mean, Edie," he croaked. "Your tits are so beautiful! Could I touch them?"

"That would be very nice, Jack," Edie said with an enticing smile.

He had to be dreaming. This was just too good to be true. His hands sweating and shaking, Jack reached out and cupped Edie's huge thrusting tits. The enormous melons overflowed his hands and felt hot and heavy. The boy moaned softly and began to caress his teacher's silky throbbing tits. He'd never played with tits before, and at first his touch was timid and clumsy.

Edie quivered with lust. Jack's hot hands felt wonderful on her big sensitive tits. Her pussy was growing moist, swollen, and steamy – hot as she thought of fucking this handsome teenager. She knew he'd be ready for her – the fly of his jeans was rigidly tented, and he was panting and moaning as he felt her tits.