J Watson: Weekend wife

She had grabbed her clothes and dressed hurriedly, tears streaming down her face. She ran out of his room, vowing never to see him again. It was all right with Doug. He really didn't want her hanging around to cause trouble. He never saw her again. He heard later that she dropped out of school.

"Damn it," Gayle complained. "Quit biting."

Doug realized that he had been biting down on her soft flesh. He apologized and pulled his head away.

"Those are tender," Gayle said harshly, rubbing herself. "What were you thinking about? Eating me for supper?"

"That's not a bad idea," Doug grinned.

Gayle was going to make another comment when his head started going down her body. She felt his tongue on her stomach and then licking her thighs.

He's going to eat me, Gayle thought. He's really going to eat my pussy!

Gayle parted her legs as his tongue found her bush. He played in her pubic hairs for a few moments. His tongue was building up the excitement in her and she could almost feel the hot juices begin to flow.

Doug pushed his face into her crotch and his tongue slipped into her cunt. Gayle might not have thought much of his skinny body and personality but she loved his tongue. It was an educated, experienced tongue.

He began to move it around her cunt walls in a rapid motion. The friction of it was almost too much for Gayle to bear. She put her hands on the back of his head and urged him closer.

"God," Gayle moaned. "That feels good. That really does feel good."

Now his tongue found her clit and began to massage it. Gayle knew she was an abnormally wet type. She would start juicing up if a good-looking man looked at her in a flirting manner. She knew she was keeping a constant stream of juice against his tongue but he didn't seem to mind.

His lips and tongue continued to caress and massage her pussy and it was driving Gayle right out of her mind.

"Jesus!" Gayle cried. "Oh Jesus! That feels good! That feels so fucking good! I think I'm going to come! Oh shit, I'm going to come! I am oh fuck…"

This time she drenched him with her hot juices. He didn't take his mouth away and she expected. He continued to suck on her until the trembling in her body stopped and her breathing became regular once again. Then she realized that she had two handholds in his hair that threatened to tear his head off.

"Oh Jesus, Professor," she moaned. "That was good. That was the best ever."

"I'm glad you like it," Doug said smugly. "If there's one thing I know how to do it's eat pussy. That's the only way the girls in high school would allow me to get into their pants. They sure did love a good tongue up them."

"I love it too, Professor," Gayle agreed. "Oh, how I loved it."

He lay down beside her and she kissed his lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and rubbed his tongue. Her hand dropped to his cock. His staff was hard and trembling.

"Ahhh," Gayle said sympathetically, "poor cock's all hard and uncomfortable. We'll have to do something about that."

Doug started to push her over onto her back but she stopped him. Her hand continued to caress his cock.

"No," she said. "You just lie there. Now Momma's going to do all the work."

"But I've got to have your pussy," he moaned. "I'm burning up."

Gayle was determined to give him a fucking he would never forget. She lowered her head and ran her tongue down the side of his body. She kept going down until she could kiss his cock.

"No," he protested. "I need some pussy. You'll make me come that way."

"Just relax and let Momma work," Gayle said. "You're going to get some pussy. Don't worry."

Gayle kissed the underside of his cock. She ran her tongue lightly down the length of his shaft. She sucked one of his soft balls into her mouth. He moaned as she rolled it in her mouth and let her tongue gently caress it.

"God," he said. "Oh God, please let me fuck you. Please let me stick my cock in. I need some pussy."

Gayle only smiled to herself as she released his ball. She ran her tongue up his cock a few times and then captured the blood-filled cock-head between her lips. She tasted a little of his salty jism on her lips.

"No," he groaned. "I'm going to come that way. I'm going to come!"

He did. He flooded her mouth with his salty cum and she swallowed quickly. She drew his cock into her gullet and let the cum splash against the back of her throat. She drew him in so deep that she could no longer taste his cum as it poured down her throat.

"Oh Goddamn it," Doug said. "I wanted to fuck. I wanted some pussy."

"Relax," Gayle said. "I told you you were going to get some pussy and you are. But the edge is gone and you'll be able to fuck awhile longer."

"But I won't get hard again for hours," he protested. "I'm always that way."

"Oh yes you will," Gayle said with a sly smirk. "You're going to get hard again in just a few minutes."

She lowered her head to his cock once more and sucked him into her mouth. She lay like that for a few minutes, with her lips and tongue caressing him and her teeth gently biting him now and then. She was rewarded by a stiffening of his prick. Gayle released him and laughed.

"See," she said. "There's life in the thing yet."

"Jesus," he said in amazement. "How'd you do that?"

"It's an old family secret," Gayle laughed. "Now let's get down to some serious fucking."

Gayle straddled him, her tits hanging like ripe melons above his hungry lips. She reached beneath herself and positioned his cock. Slowly she came down on him, feeling him push into her already wet pussy.

"Ahhh," he moaned. "That's good. That's so fucking good. I love it."

She began to bounce up and down on his hard cock. She could feel her juices flowing again, feel the tensing of her spine at the pleasure his cock was giving her.

"That's it, baby," he moaned. "Keep that up. I'll blow your brains out when I come. I'll shoot my cum right into your stomach."

Gayle felt his hands at her tits. She leaned her head back as his cock went into her deeper. He began to squeeze her nipples and massage the firm flesh of her tits.

"Jesus," she moaned. "That's it. Oh God, that's it. I love that! Oh how I love it!"

Her words encouraged him to squeeze harder and to quicken his pace as he drove his cock up into her cunt. She was bouncing faster, feeling her hair dance about on her head.

"Jesus Christ," she moaned. "I'm going to come. I can feel you coming. I can feel you coming deep inside me. Oh Jesus, it feels good! Ohfuckingjesus!"

She fell on top of him as his cock drained the last of his cum into her hungry pussy.

"Oh, Professor," she moaned. "You're better than I thought. Better than I could have ever imagined."

"You're pretty good yourself," he said. "In fact, you're damned good."

She rubbed her huge tits against his bare chest. She could feel stirrings of interest between her legs.

My God, she thought. What's wrong with me? Have I turned into a nympho or something? Or have I always been one? Have I always been crazy for sex?

The thought seemed to sober her.

Doug was gone by the time she opened her eyes the next morning. She got up and took a long, hot shower. She dressed in shorts and a halter. She knocked on Alan's door but there was no answer. She went ahead to breakfast by herself. After breakfast, all the students again met in Doug's room.

"Here are the morning schedules," Doug said. "I've given each of you a partner and you know what you're supposed to do."

Gayle expected to be assigned with one of the boys she knew or with Doug. Instead she found herself paired with a sleepy-looking boy named Ted Billings. Ted was the class brain. He made high grades in everything.

Gayle went back to her room to get her pack. She carried strings to tie off plants, index cards, drawing paper to make impressions, and note pads. Also she carried lunch and a thermos of cold water. She didn't figure Ted would want to came back until late in the evening.