J Watson: Weekend wife

"You're beautiful too," she whispered.

He laughed and drew back from her. He stripped his clothes off and Gayle looked in admiration at his strong, lithe body. As she had imagined, there was a matted crop of black hairs on his chest and that turned her on even more.

"Oh God, Alan," she said. "I've needed someone like you for so long."

"Well you've got me," Alan said. "Get ready for some real fucking."

He stretched out on her and pushed open her thighs. She felt his cock at her pussy entrance and she nearly fainted with desire.

"Oh yes, Alan," she moaned. "Put it to me. Put that big monster right down inside me."

He pushed harder and this time his cock slipped in right to his balls. She almost cried out loud at the pleasure it gave her. She reached beneath them and began to softly squeeze his balls together.

"Shit," Alan moaned. "That feels good. Shit, that feels great, baby."

He began to fuck her in slow, deep strokes. She pushed her pussy at him, wanting him to get deeper and deeper, wanting his big cock pushing against the back of her cunt.

"That's it, baby!" she cried. "That's it! That's the way I want it!"

He lifted slightly and his hands began to massage her tits. She pushed her tits into his hands, moaning and pleading with him to squeeze them harder.

"God," she moaned. "Fuck me, honey. Give it to me good. I can feel it getting bigger. Oh slit. I know you're going to come. Oh fuck, Alan!"

Alan began to quicken his pace. He had known he was going to fuck Gayle on this field-trip. He hadn't believed that it would be possible to get his cock in so quickly, but he had known he was going to get his cock in.

She was too ready for it. All those times he had sat next to her in class, he had felt the heat coming from her body. He could understand the longing in her eyes.

Now he was getting it and he was surprised at the tightness of her pussy. And her experience. He had fucked a few of the girls at school but none of them knew how to squeeze Alan's cock as Gayle was doing. None of them knew how to kiss as she was kissing. And none of them had such nice tits.

"Fuck me!" Gayle was crying. "Oh fuck me!"

He quit squeezing her tits and moved his hands to cup her ass once more. He picked her up off the seat so that his cock was going in even deeper.

"Oh shit," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to fill you up with my cum."

Gayle leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She allowed the pleasure sensations to wash over her like waves. God, was he good. His cock was doing things to her that Richard's cock had never managed.

"Shit," she moaned. "Oh shit and fuck! I can feel you coming! Oh fuck, Alan! Oh Jesus fuck!"

She felt his hot cum erupt from his cock at the same time that her hot juices were flooding him. She didn't allow him to pull back. She kept her hips moving, urging him to keep stroking until every drop that had been drained from his cock.

"Oh Jesus," he groaned. "Oh dear Jesus."

He fell away, his limp cock touching her thighs and leaving a little streak of wetness.

"That was good, baby," he said. "That was really good."

"Oh yes," she agreed. "I needed that. I've needed it for so long."

"And we're not finished," he said. "We've got a full three days and a bed will be a hell of lot more comfortable than a front seat."

Gayle had a sudden bad feeling. What if Richard could see her now, lying naked with a young man in the front seat of a car? What if Richard knew that she had just been unfaithful to him? And now Alan was asking her to be unfaithful again.

"No," she said. "Alan, this was wrong. I've never done anything like this before and I've no intention of doing it again."

"Shit," Alan said. "You know you've got a hot little cunt. You won't be able to go three days with all the men around."

"That's enough, Alan," she said. "Let's get on with the trip. We're just going to pretend it never happened."

"Sure," Alan said, but he wore an evil grin.

Doug Sandoval, who was the class teacher, had called an immediate meeting when all the students arrived. Gayle and Alan were two of the last to arrive. Gayle had asked for a room of her own.

She found herself placed in an adjoining room to Alan and another male classmate. She took a quick shower and changed clothes. She tried not to think about Alan just being one room away. For the rest of the trip, she was determined that she was going to behave as she was supposed to.

She was the last to reach Doug Sandoval's room.

She took a seat on the edge of one of the double beds, aware that Alan's eyes were on her. He was looking at her with an amused expression on his face.

"Now all of you know what your projects are," Doug Sandoval said. "We haven't come up here to play around. Just pay attention to what you're supposed to do and there won't be any problems."

Doug went on to other things, but Gayle wasn't listening. She kept finding herself looking at Alan and finding herself growing flushed. She knew she would be uneasy around Alan for the rest of the field-trip.

Gayle went back to her room after the meeting and began putting the rest of her things away.

There was nothing more to be done until the next morning. She put out a shortie nightie to wear to bed and then decided to go down to the cafe for supper.

She hadn't eaten since early that morning. She hadn't wanted Alan to stop along the way, since they were already late. She got her purse and started out.

Alan was leaning against his car outside.

"I thought you might be hungry," he said. "I wouldn't want you to walk to the cafe."

"I can manage," Gayle said.

"Hell and damnation," Alan cursed. "Get in the car, Gayle."

"Leave me alone," she said. "I said I could manage."

She started to walk away but Alan caught her arm. His eyes were ugly and suddenly she was afraid of him. He wasn't the same Alan who she'd thought was a gentleman. He had changed.

"You're going to do what I say, Gayle," he said softly. "You're going to enjoy yourself this weekend."

"I don't know what you mean," she said.

He smiled and his smile was ugly. "I'll tell you something, honey. In the front seat I found out something about you. You'll hot. You want some cock and I'm going to see that you get all you want."

"Get out of my way," Gayle said.

"Sure," he said.

She walked past him. She was breathing a sigh of relief when suddenly she felt his arm go around her waist. She started to scream for help but another hand clamped around her mouth. She felt herself being pulled backward.

She wasn't pulled into her room, but into Alan's. She was flung down on the floor and Alan shut the door. She saw another boy, Mark Davis, Alan's roommate, sitting on the bed.

Mark Davis was nowhere near as handsome as Alan. He was short, with blond hair, and a rugged face. There was something cruel in the glitter of his eyes.

"Welcome to our parlor," Mark said.

"You're crazy," Gayle said. "You're both crazy. I'm getting out of here."

"You can't," Alan said.

"I will," she insisted. "I'll scream. I'll scream so loud that I'll bring everyone in here."

"No you won't," Alan said, "because if you do the whole truth will come out. I'll tell them what happened on the way down here."

"They'll never believe you."

"Maybe not," Alan agreed with a thin smile, "but maybe they will."

Mark stood up and walked to her. He put a hand on her shoulder and began to rub her. She pushed him away. He smiled. His heavy hand came around and slapped her hard across the face. It sounded like a pistol shot.

"Cut out the fucking nonsense," he commanded. "You know you like cock. Alan told me what a hot piece of pussy you were. Now you can have fun or you can do it the hard way."