Robert Vickers: Hungry wife

She could never explain, to anyone why she was crying out and thrashing around like a beached whale.

"Stop it this instant!" she managed to whisper. Her voice was husky with the promise of fucking.

"Why?" came the muffled question from high up under her skirt, She almost laughed at the sight. It looked as if she were pregnant. The man's head bulged – up between her legs in an unsightly way. But she didn't mind that at all. It was sexy.

"Not in public! Let's go somewhere more private."

"I like it here."

Before she could carry on her conversation with the man whose head was buried so far up under her dress, she saw a couple of other teachers walk in at the back of the auditorium. She hastily moved her coat so that Michael's body would be partially hidden. There wasn't much she could do about the ungainly position she sat in. Her legs were hooked over the man's shoulders.

The teachers walked Qn down toward the front.. Carole sighed in relief. They had to attend so they intended to be where the principal could see them. that was good, as good as the tongue flicking her tight little cunt.

"Ummm, this is tasty. You have a great little curt, but then I knew you would. It always seemed that you would." The voice was muffled by the thick mound of pussy fur and his desire to drive his tongue faster and deeper into her cunt.

When he began working around the rim of her cunt lips again, she came. There wasn't any way she could hold back the incredible tide of her desirer His tongue quickly flicked the tiny spire of her cunt and sent carnal electricity volting throughout her body. This was the trigger she needed for the pent up sexual energies she had been accumulating for so long.

She soared, she sailed, she moaned, she came heavily.

"Not so loud," cautioned Michael. "You want the others to hear what's going on?" His voice was teasing, even tormenting.

"I don't care! I want you!"

"And I want you. Let's split and see if we both can't get what we want. To the projection booth at the back of the auditorium. It's empty right now and I can show you how some of the teachers spend their lunch hours."

"Fucking?" she asked, frightened at the intensity of her own passion for this man.

"That, too. But there's a bit more in the projection booth. Come on up and we'll share it."

With a smooth movement, he left her cunt crying for more. He stood, licked his lips to clean them of her pussy juices, then smiled broadly. Carole looked up at his broad back as he walked away. She wondered why she had never really noticed how handsome he was before.

Maybe it was because he had never eaten her cunt before.

Carole tried to straighten her dress the best she could. The wrinkles were instantly apparent to anyone looking at her. She just hoped it wouldn't be obvious why her dress was wrinkled. Then she laughed aloud. Who in their right mind would ever guess the wrinkles had shown up because a man. had stuffed his head under her skirt and eaten her

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out? No one. The idea was too preposterous to even consider.

She had trouble coming to grips with the idea herself. She had coasted along sexually for so long with Larry that finding a new man in her life scared her a little bit. Carole wasn't sure what she should do. Michael Burton had done just the right thing to intrigue her, to get her hot, to make her follow along to the next stop on this magical, wondrous sex tour.

But being eaten out almost in public was a lot different from allowing the man to fuck her. In spite of her lack of shining sex life, she was faithful to Larry. Sometimes Carole didn't understand why, but she was. Fooling around wasn't right. Her church said it was a mortal sin and she could burn in Hell for it. She doubted that, but the training was still there inside her head.

She turned at the door of the auditorium and saw Alex Hansen, the principal, still lecturing about drugs and violence in the school. Carole shook her head and wondered what the man thought of his teachers going out and fucking unsuspecting parents.

For that matter, she wondered what she thought about it. She was too confused to really get a good grip on a clever idea. Carole wiped a spot of sweat off her head as she turned and saw the winding stairs leading up into the projection booth. The tiny room was designed so that pictures could be

projected onto a screen behind the principal on stage. When not in use, she guessed the room was perfect for illicit affairs. She went up the winding staircase to have it out with Michael. She had enjoyed what he'd done before, but she couldn't possibly have an affair with him, as much as she would like to. She was married and faithful.

Opening the door of the tiny room, she gasped; She had no idea what he'd meant by this being someplace special. The walls were covered with special acoustic tiles to soak up the sounds of the running projector. She could scream at the top of her lungs and no one would ever hear. For a moment, panic seized her. He could rape her up here and no one would ever know.

Then she calmed down a little. Why should she expect the worst of the man? He hadn't seemed the violent type. And he had risked great deal to eat her pussy. He could have been fired and would never work again as a teacher. She would have been

– stared at and nothing more.

"Come in," he invited. "You're just in time for a little private showing of a special feature."

She saw that the windows to the projection booth were mirrored. She looked to the back of the booth and saw a wall-sized screen. The man could turn on the projector, bounce the picture off the mirrors and have it displayed on the back screen. This was both a projection and a viewing booth.

"Some setup. Do you come here often?"

"Sit down, sit down," he urged. She looked around and didn't see any other chair but the one in which Michael sat. She raised her eyebrows slightly and motioned to the lack of other chairs.

"Sit on my lap," he invited.

"Look, Mr. Burton…"

"Michael, please."

"Okay, Michael. I'm a married woman and I don't fool around. What you did downstairs was… nice. I have to admit you took me by surprise. But it can't go on like that."

"I agree," he said, surprising her. "It can't go on like that. Because I think we both want a lot more than some pussy eating. I'm fairly young and strong and not bad looking and I think you haven't been getting enough. You've got that look."

"What look?" she snapped.

"Discontent. Your mind was wandering all over and when you felt my hand on your leg, you really perked up. You wanted it. And I think you need a lot more than you've gotten so far. So sit down on my lap and watch this little movie I've got in the projector.

She didn't like him being so fight. Did it show? Was she wearing her sexual frustration like a mask? Quietly, she dropped her handbag and went to sit on Michael's lap. She didn't know where all this would lead but it could only be for the best.

"I'll give you these back later," he said, taking her panties from his pocket and showing them to her. "Very nice lace pattern. I like them."

She gasped. She had forgotten all about her panties. She would have left them on the floor of the auditorium if he hadn't picked them up! She blushed furiously.

"Don't worry about it. With me, everything's cool. Now just sit back and watch one of the teacher training films." He reached past her, his strong arm brushing across her tits. She shivered a little bit at the touch and watched his powerful. fingers close on the switch. Automatically the lights died down in the room and the projector started up.

She gasped. The picture on the back wall wasn't what she had expected.

The film was hardly a training film for teachers, not unless the curriculum had changed drastically. What she saw was a pornographic movie. She turned to protest and felt strong fingers at her waist holding her firmly in position.