Gale Roman - Swinging wife

It thrilled Fran to hear a grown-up speak this way, especially the high-school principal who had a reputation for punishing students who used foul language!

"Yes!" she moaned. "Fuck me, you bastard!"

Mr. Briscoe didn't flinch at her choice of words at all. Though this was the first time he had fucked a student, it certainly wasn't going to be the last! He rammed his cock high into her tight cunt and began rutting in and out as though trying to beat a stop-watch.

Fran began shaking and shuddering. The ramming and battering technique employed by Mr. Briscoe was to set a precedent for all her future lovers. She could feel the blood surge to her cheeks and her face take on a feverish glow.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck the hell out of me!"

Mr. Briscoe had the good sense to bring his mouth down on hers to muffle any more out thrusts like this and he swallowed her spit in lieu of her cunt-juice. The awareness of what he was doing and the short time he knew they had together, all sewed to speed Mr. Briscoe's cum on its trek from his balls to her cunt. Just as her own orgasm shot through her, Fran felt her womb being washed by a hot, sticky fluid, and she felt her excitement burn higher.

It was several moments before they came to a stop.

Mr. Briscoe stayed on top of her, his eyes closed, his head reeling with the enormity of what he had done. He could feel his cock retreating back to its normal size in the confines of her tight cunt and he sighed.

"You'd better get cleaned up now," he advised her with a gentle kiss. "Get ready for your speech!"

Fran opened her eyes and peered into his handsome face. "I wish I could stay here forever," she told him.

Mr. Briscoe smiled and disengaged himself from her arms. He noted his desk was being stained by his excess jizz and he removed his white handkerchief from his pocket. Wiping his desk neatly, he said: "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll be back for seconds!"

That afternoon Fran stood on the stage of the large auditorium and faced the faculty and student body. Her spirits were soaring from her fuck with Mr. Briscoe and the fact that she had been chosen as homecoming queen. Her voice rang out confidently over the masses as she spoke: "Most of you might be wondering why I should deserve the honor of the vast hall. I wondered that myself," she continued, thus endearing herself to all the jealous chickies who were staring at her with thinly veiled hatred. "But now, after an in-depth interview with our principal, Mr. Briscoe, I no longer doubt that I deserve this award!"

There was a shocked silence while the little honeys and female teachers tried to interpret her meaning. As for the boys, there was not one among them who had fucked around who didn't recognize the look on her face and what had, caused it.

"Mr. Briscoe has made me feel that I am ready to take my place in the adult society of our nation. Under his careful tutelage, I feel eager for the challenge and I say to you that you have not misplaced your choice!"

With a self-satisfied smirk, Fran had sat down to much applause. She glanced towards Mr. Briscoe to see how he had received her speech, but he now had his back to her as he led the auditorium in the school anthem.

Thus, until she graduated, Fran not only enjoyed the privileges that went with being a high-school star, she was also able to avail herself of the finest cock in the school. She went on to become a debating star, being careful to always get fucked prior to speaking in public, and enjoyed the acclaim that she received.

Now, as Bill battered and rammed away at her cunt, Fran knew her heart was pumping adrenaline and blood into every fiber of her being. And when she exploded with a powerful orgasm that kept her pussy twitching for almost five minutes, she knew her meeting with the client that afternoon was bound to be a success.

Lisa called Sally the next day after Sally's fuck with Ziggy and suggested they go to the beach together.

"What abut the kids?" Sally asked warily. She didn't have anything personally against children, but they certainly cramped her style. If she wanted to put up with that kind of interference, she would have had her own. And that simply was not on Sally's agenda for some time.

"I can put them with my mother," Lisa was quick to say. She was aware of Sally's feelings about having kids around, and though this hurt her, she also understood why.

They agreed to meet at Sally's house and within a half-hour, Lisa honked outside the door.

Gathering her beach bag and her dark glasses, Sally raced out of the house, disappointed that no new friends had come to her place of abode and that she had to search one out at a public beach. Well, she rationalized, she could use a little sun and a change of scenery.

Lisa drove quickly towards Long Island. It seems that they weren't simply going to the beach, but to a friend's house on Fire Island. Sally's heart quickened. She had never been to Fire Island before and she bombarded Lisa with questions all the way over on the ferry.

"It's more fun on the weekends," Lisa admitted. "But it's still fun during the middle of the week!"

Sally hoped so. She had heard about the wild sex orgies that went on in some of the more hip communities, and she certainly hoped Lisa's friends lived in one of them.

"Cherry Grove?" Sally asked Lisa as they trudged through the sand towards a neat row of odd-shaped houses. "Isn't that where all the faggots are?"

Lisa admitted that the homosexual population was heavier in Cherry Grove than in some of the other communities, but the house they were going to had a mixture.

"How come they're not working during the week?" Sally wanted, to know. She glanced around at various men on the boardwalk who were hardly her idea of masculine examples.

Lisa explained that Ed and Mike were unemployed actors collecting compensation and that Ralph was a writer who always spent his summers on the island.

"They're not gay," Lisa said, "but they have friends who are. They only stay in this community because they can't afford a house in The Pines."

The two young women stopped at a grey clapboard house with an American Flag on a pole in the front. All around the house were flowers brightly blooming.

"Sure is pretty," Sally said. Thank God she remembered her dark glasses. She couldn't remember the sun being so bright. Right now it was burning her shoulders and she was grateful when they knocked on the front door.

"Yes?" a male voice rang out. Sally was grateful the voice had no trace of a lisp, though it was beyond her why three straight guys would live in a gay community.

"You're too up-tight sometimes," Lisa chided. That was one thing she couldn't figure out about her friend. Though liberal to a fault in her, own sexual excesses, Sally was sometimes a downright puritan when it came to others' preferences.

The door opened, and there, framed against the darkened living room, was one of the best-looking dudes it had been Sally's pleasure to ever meet.

They entered the house and Lisa introduced Sally to Ralph.

"My pleasure," he boomed, extending his broad hand to Sally and looking her over.

"Where are the others?" Lisa asked, setting their tote bags down on an empty chair.

"They'll be back," Ralph explained. "They went on a beer run."

Sally sat down self-consciously on the old couch. The house smelled of the sea and she found that sexually exciting. No wonder people were always fucking around on the beach, she thought to herself. The whole ocean smelled like cum!

"Can I get you girls anything?" Ralph asked, looking from one to the other and trying to decide which was the prettier.

Lisa wiped her sweating brow. "I sure could go for something tall and cool," she said. "Whatever you have is fine with me! How about you, Sally?"