Robert Vickers: Hungry wife

He'd come and she wouldn't.

Larry finished his breakfast and left without saying another word. Carole was glad to be rid of him for the day. Besides, she had her PTA meeting to attend.

so the outbreaks of violence in the school will be curtailed by the use of uniformed police officers patrolling the halls. We don't like this any more than you, the parents, do but these are turbulent times and strong measures are needed to stop the violence against other students. And to teachers," the principal added.

Carole tried to keep from yawning. Alex Hansen was a boring speaker, even on a subject which should have aroused her ire. But still, this was better than sitting around home all day watching the gushy soap operas.

She tried to concentrate on what the principal was saying when she felt what she thought was a bug crawling around her ankle. Carole kicked a little to dislodge, the crawling insect. It stayed

firmly on her ankle and moved up her leg a bit more.

Irritated, not liking bugs at all, she reached down to pluck the insect off and crush it under her heel. She was surprised to find the bug disappear. as if it knew what she was going to do. She looked down and saw nothing but her trim ankle and slender calf. Shrugging it off, Carole tried to pay attention to the principal again.

And again came the bug.

It slithered around her ankle and rapidly moved up the inside of her leg. When it got to her knee, she yelped. It wasn't any bug that could grab hold of her knee like that.

She looked down again and this time saw a man's hand. He was rhythmically squeezing her knee and stroking along the smooth flesh of her calf. She started to say something but shut up quickly. This wasn't the type of thing you blurted out for God and everyone to hear.

This was a PTA meeting. She was surrounded by lots of gossipy neighbors and all her son's teachers. How could she possibly yell out, "Will whoever is trying to cop a feel please stop?"

It wasn't done that way. Besides, she liked the feel of a man's hand tormenting her in this way. It was sexy and unexpected. In the condition she was in, it was almost predictable that her pussy was getting damp from the thought of where this might lead.

She closed her eyes and imagined the man

attached to the hand around her waist. And the man attached to the arm surprising her and actually fucking her. Carole liked the little fantasy even if she knew it wasn't going to come true. She was in the back row of the auditorium and in front of her were almost two hundred parents and teachers called for this special meeting. What man would dare do anything with a potential audience like this?

Still, the thought amused her and made her just a little bit hotter than she might have gotten otherwise. The itchy feeling in her pussy grew and she sighed, slipping down a little in her hard folding chair.

It was as if the person stroking along the inside of her leg knew what she was thinking. The hand worked its way slowly up to her thighs. Gentle strokes, hard pressures, probing fingers. She gasped when the tips of the fingers brushed across her panty-clad crotch. This wasn't enough for the fingers. They worked their way up under the elastic leg band of her panties and wormed, through the moist jungle of her tangled pussy fur.

"Stop that!" she hissed, not even knowing who she was talking to. "You can't do that in public!"

"I can't?" came back the laughing answer. "I guess I'll have to do something else, then."

"Who are you?"

"An admirer. More than an admirer. Someone who thinks you're they sexiest, most beautiful woman in the whole world. And someone who

won't be able to sleep nights unless he has you!"

"Bull shit," she said under her voice, but secretly she was pleased. Somebody was going to a lot of trouble and risk to do this. She had to be aroused and thrilled with the attention and she was.

She gasped when the fingers started working off her panties. She looked around in panic. No one seemed to notice her or what was going on. She involuntarily raised her hips. This was all the opportunity needed to slide the panties from her flaring ass. Her panties ended up around her ankles.

She was naked under her dress. And only she and the man undressing her knew it. The thrill of this secret, shared knowledge made her cunt drool obscenely. No matter how much she tried to quell the rising tide of passion inside her, she couldn't do

it. This was all so unexpected, so delightful, she didn't really want to do any such thing.

"Ummm, nice and wet and ready," came the voice from behind her. She craned her neck around to see who was doing this wonderful thing to her pussy. She was just a little bit late. The man was worming under the chair with the agility of a trained athlete.

She turned her attention back forward and saw her son's science teacher crouching between her legs, his fingers gleaming with her cunt juices.

"Mr. Burton!" she cried out.

He put the finger to his lips to caution her to silence. As the cunt-juice-soaked finger touched his lips, he smiled. Then he stuck the finger into his

mouth and licked it clean. The expression on his face as he tasted her pussy sauce was one of total carnal arousal.

"Call me Michael," he told her. "After all, I'm going to eat your pussy and we shouldn't be so formal."

"You're going to what? Now, really, th- Ohhhhhhh!"

His hands went around her and gripped firmly on her buttocks. He lifted, slid her forward on the seat so that her legs draped over his shoulders, and her cunt slipped directly up to his face. His tongue shot out and parted the damp pussy lips.

She went wild with the feel of his rough, pink tongue probing deeply into her twat. The woman had never felt anything this exciting in all her life. She had had her pussy eaten out a lot of times, even though Larry didn't much like doing it for some reason, but nothing had g her the sexual thrill that this sudden move had.

Carole tried to figure out why she was allowing her son's science teacher to do this.

Then she realized ‹the full truth. She was bored with her husband. Larry always did the same old thing over and over. He was a fucking robot. He had no imagination. Larry would never once think of feeling her up in public, much less crawling between her legs and tongue fucking her.

The sensations in her cunt were nice but the idea that a man would take the risk to do this just to eat her pussy was stimulating. The woman sighed

loudly and wiggled a little in the seat so that Michael could get his mouth firmly fixed over her flowing gash. He dragged his tongue up and- down the blue-tinged cunt lips until she was trembling as if she had a fever.

And she did. The fever of flicking.

She wanted more than his tongue up her cunt. She realized it wasn't possible, not here at school, but she still irrationally wanted it. His mouth moved hotly over her most sensitive parts and he was pushing her passions to the breaking point.

The woman couldn't remember the last time a man had given her an orgasm. It was buried in the long dead ruins of what' had been her sex life. She wanted to enjoy the strange sensations as long as she could. The wet, slithery tongue parted her puffy pussy lips and prodded into her cit. She thought the roof was coming off.

She gasped hard and clutched the metal seats on either side of her to keep down the rising tide of her passion. She failed. She came. The woman almost choked trying to keep from crying out. She made tiny, trapped animal noises deep in her throat which attracted attention from a small cluster of parents a couple of rows in front of her. She smiled wanly and shrugged casually. to allay their curiosity.

She hoped it worked. Because of the tongue inside her pussy, stroking back and forth with the regularity of a metronome, her voice was totally gone. All she could do was grunt and moan softly.