Wilma Freidman: Sorority Affair

His death was a severe emotional blow to her, sending her into a state of shock whereby she was hospitalized. She recovered slowly, forcing herself to face the bitter reality of the situation. Gradually, picking up the forces of the psychic processes, Mary resumed her place in life. She resumed teaching on the advice of her doctor, this time taking a position in a high school.

Although she did not realize it at the time, a change had subtly descended like a dark cloud over her. Men asked her for dates, but she refused, preferring books, her work, and the favorite company of her own thoughts. Occasionally she became sexually aroused, wanting desperately to be satisfied, her need crying for the caress of the male phallus; yet for some reason which she herself could not explain, the very nearness of men seemed to fill her with a strange repugnance.

She was thirty-three years old when she received her master's degree and switched schools. Mary was an excellent teacher, well liked by the students, respected by the rest of the faculty. No one suspected the terrible forces of repression ‘boiling with her-least of all herself!

Mary's students were in the sixteen-year-old group… boys and girls of whom the majority considered life one big party, although there was a minority of serious-minded students with their eyes on the future.

It began during Mary's second term at the high school: her becoming sexually excited over some of her teenage male students… filled with an intense desire to fondle and kiss them, to play with their genitals to have them send her to the heights of lust with cunnilingus-and she desperately wanted to perform fellatio on them. It was a huge, burning hunger-and a ravenousness that began to strangle not only her waking moments but her dreams as well… a grasping, raging need so ‘powerful she was completely defenseless against it… like a man whose wind is being cut off. He doesn't reason; he doesn't pause for logic nor explanation; he only fights for air… for life!

It was that way with Mary. She had to be satisfied. She got her opportunity one afternoon after school while driving along the street. She spotted Harold walking along the street, probably going home since he lived in the vicinity. Harold was one of her students, a tall, muscular sixteen-year-old, very popular with the girls and a fullback on the football team. Harold was a serious-minded student, wanting an education in the worst way; unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to match the ambition.

Mary pulled up alongside of him, honked the horn. Harold walked over to the car. "Get in, Harold. I'm going your way," Mary said pleasantly. Once Harold was in the car and they were moving down the street, Mary cleverly steered conversation to the subject of his grades… with Harold mentioning that if his grades continued as they were, he'd probably be kicked off the team. He was counting on a football scholarship to see him through college.

"Do you think I'll flunk English?" he asked.

"I'm afraid so, Harold, at the rate you're going," Mary said. "But I can tell you how you can be assured of passing, at least in my class, and English is your poorest subject."

Naturally Harold was interested. Mary told him, driven by her need, explaining bluntly that if he would make love to her and satisfied her sexually, she would see to it that he passed. She could tell that Harold was staggered at the idea, but at the same time flattered. The foolish teenager probably thought she was in love with him! He accepted her offer with some hesitation, but asked, "B-but where? I mean… how do we go about it so… "

"I'll tell you where and when, Harold… "

That night Mary and Harold checked in at a motel, a complex with a reputation for shack up jobs, about twenty miles from the city in which they lived. Once inside the dimly-lit cabin, they quickly undressed and fell to the bed. Mary was pleased to see the boy already had a huge erection, and frantically she pulled him into her arms, her hand reaching for his stiff organ, her thumb digging into the moist surface of the head.

"Ooohhh… love me," she moaned.

Harold began caressing and feeling and kissing her breasts, his own body trembling with passion, his hands trembling violently. He began sucking at her bone-hard nipples while his fingers toyed with her dripping, pulsating vagina. Her skin was as warm as tin lying in a hot sun. She squirmed and writhed madly when he shoved his finger into her moist, heated hair-lined orifice. Grasping his throbbing penis, she jerked it up and down in her fist, moaning and whimpering.

Harold began kissing her on the belly-and she could stand the urge no longer. "Bring it up," she panted. "Bring your sweet prick up to my mouth and I'll blow you! Hurry… give it to me… let me suck your cock… let me feel it in my mouth! Please let me suck your prick!" She delighted in the reality, the vulgar sound of her words. Harold arched himself over her head, his knees on both sides of her neck. He placed another pillow under her head and leaned forward, bringing his erection closer to her lips. Mary took the throbbing phallus in her hand and began jerking it while she looked up at the dripping, inflamed head, saying, "I want this beautiful cock as hard as I can get it."

Slowly she began working on the young boy's penis. Harold, on his hands and knees above her, rocked forward and backward rhythmically, meeting her raised head with each thrust. She continued to suck him smoothly and evenly, then suddenly she changed her tactics, becoming almost violent, lightly brushing over the skin of his penis with her teeth, taking a fast short stroke which she balanced against a deep, full one, working her lips over the throbbing organ fast and furiously. As the boy watched his penis slide in and out of her tightly stretched lips, he felt the pressure building up inside of his body… while below him Mary's head darted almost too fast for his eyes to follow-a blur of speed that created sweet sensations of pleasure on his erect phallus.

Her hand began sliding up his naked buttocks, her finger feeling its way along the shivering crack until it reached his puckered, clenching rectum. Up inside it delved eagerly… searching, darting, finding and stimulating his inner passage way. This action of Mary's, combined with the frenzy of her sucking lips and swirling tongue, the caressing motion of her mouth on his huge penis brought blood rushing to the boy's head with such force that he thought for a second he might pass out. But he didn't. Instead, he lifted his head and drank in the sheer sexual ecstasy of the intense suction she was applying to his organ. The pent-up power within his body suddenly exploded, sending a river of thick fluid gushing into the back of her throat.

Breathing heavily, the young teen-ager felt his entire body tingle as the woman twice his age underneath sucked the last droplet of semen from his jerking, convulsing penis. Mary continued her withdrawing movements, her tongue fluttering insanely around the smooth head, slowing them down gradually until the boy had been drained dry… her lips massaging the body of his penis as she allowed it to slip from her mouth inch by inch. Finally, she licked the last gleaming tiny drop from the small, inflamed slit and let it sag. Harold, his eyes almost rolling, sank' to one side of the bed, his' mouth gaping as he struggled for breath.

Mary wiped her mouth on the bed sheet. "Now… it's your turn to suck me," she said. "And I want you to suck my cunt slowly and hard…

Harold had not expected her request, his reluctance all too evident in his manner. "I haven't ever done that to a girl," he began. "I don't know… I…

"You'll do it for me… or I'll make sure you never pass," Mary whispered fiercely. "And that will be the end of your football days, too. Now… get down there between my legs and suck… suck my pussy and make me come."