2 comments/ 68521 views/ 7 favorites Beth's Searches for Satisfaction By: henry49 Beth fell in love with her husband on first sight. She was a freshman at State University and he was her professor of general math. He was tall, slender, with premature graying hair. She guessed him to be in his mid 30s. She felt her heart thump when he walked into the classroom and she knew this was the man for her. And she intended to have him. She went to his office after class to ask him questions about the lesson, making sure he had a good look at her shapely thighs. As the weeks passed, Beth spent more and more time in his office. She was a good student, but pretended to know less than she did. Frank Armstrong was not immune to shapely coeds. He had been teaching for five years and had his share of young women who were failing come to his office and offer to do anything to get a passing grade. He had not succumbed over the years, feeling contempt for those faculty members who traded grades for sex. Beth Restin was different. She was not the prettiest or shapeliest girl he had taught, but there was a sexuality about her that sent his blood boiling every time he saw her. She didn't dress in an overtly sexual manner, but the way she carried herself, the tilt of her head, the way she licked her lips, crossed her legs, all raised his sexual temperature. She had a habit of hooking one arm over the back of the chair when she was in his office, lifting her shapely breasts which he could see outlined under the thin cloth of her blouses. He wanted her like he had never wanted a coed before. Beth had hooked her arm over the chair by accident one afternoon, when she was in his office asking about an assignment. She was a very observant young woman, little escaped her attention. When she saw where his eyes went she put this into her catalog of information about Professor Armstrong. She felt a little flutter in her pussy when he stared at her legs one afternoon when she crossed them, slowly. Beth had practiced this maneuver since she was 13 years old and knew exactly how much thigh she was exposing. Toward the end of the semester, Beth slowed the way she crossed her legs and opened them a bit more each time they met. Frank was getting to see more and more of her thighs as the semester progressed. She wore garter belts and hose because she felt they were sexier than pantyhose. She wanted the men who looked at her crotch to see her panties, not some heavily-padded pantyhose crotch. The noticeable bulge that grew in Armstrong's pants when she teased him never failed to send a little ripple of excitement down her pussy. Frank could not keep his eyes off of Beth's breasts and thighs. The first day she crossed her legs slowly enough so that he caught a glimpse of the tops of her stockings produced a raging hardon he had for the rest of the day. When the leg crossing exposed her crotch and he saw the thin band of her black lacy panties he felt his cock drip into his shorts. He asked Beth to have coffee with him that afternoon. That was the beginning of the end. Soon they were having coffee every afternoon, and not just at the campus cafeteria. Beth asked him to take her to a shop that specialized in Turkish coffee and pastries. They made this café their secret place. One day Frank, making a point, touched her hand. They both felt an electric shock running over their bodies. Their eyes met and they knew they had crossed a divide. Frank took her hand in his when they walked to his car. He stopped the car on a secluded side street a block from her dorm and turned off the engine. Licking his lips nervously, he turned to Beth. "May I kiss you?" Beth turned her face upward to his, her hand going to the back of his head, drawing his mouth to hers. The kiss sent waves of passion over Frank's body. He had kissed and made love to many women, but this kiss was more exciting than any he had ever experienced before. Beth was pleased with the kiss, not a great kisser, she thought, but adequate. She opened her mouth and let him lick her lips. His cock jerked in his pants when she sucked his tongue in and out of her mouth. Visions of her thighs and pussy flashed in his head as his tongue fucked her mouth. Beth's pussy was dripping into her panties by the time they stopped necking. The next time they had coffee Frank drove to a small park. They sat there and necked for an hour before he had the nerve to put a hand on her breast. Beth sighed as he did and put her hand over his, pressing his hand more firmly against her breast. They were deeply in love with each other and both wanted to have sex, but Beth told Frank she had promised her mother she would not have sex until she graduated from college and was married. They spent three agonizing years necking and petting before she graduated, a year ahead of her class. They honeymooned in New Orleans. When they arrived at their hotel room she sat on his lap and they began to neck. His fingers trembling with desire, he unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. He stared at her breasts for a moment, then dropped his head and began to lick and kiss them. Beth cradled his head in her hands as he sucked in one nipple, then the other, licking and sucking at them as if he were a starved child. Beth almost had a cum just from the way he licked and sucked on her tits. She had never felt so stimulated before. She stood up and he pulled her panties down. When he started to undo her garter belt, she stopped him. "I feel so sexy with my garter belt and hose on. Let's leave them on when we make love." Frank picked her up and carried her to the bed; he kissed her mouth and her tits. Beth opened her legs and Frank positioned his cock over her sex. "Slowly, Frank. I lost my cherry when motorcycle riding, but nothing but a tampon has been in my vagina." Frank was a considerate lover. He entered her slowly, the bulb of his cock at first, in and out. He almost came just from this. Inch by inch he entered her until his cock was buried in her pussy. He held his cock there, thrilled at the feel of it in her. Beth's vagina spasmed around his cock, feeling a hot rod for the first time. Slowly Frank withdrew and entered her. Beth got into the rhythm of his fucking motion and a warm glow spread over her body, but her clit was not being stimulated and she felt a little disappointment at the size of his penis. There was no real pain from his initial entry into her. She shook her head. He did not feel much larger than a tampon. "Reach around and play with my clit, Frank. I need more stimulation," she told him. Frank looked at her, surprised and unsure of what he was to do. Beth, with some asperity, said, "You do know what a clit is, don't you? Rub it so I can get off too." Frank did as she asked, his finger fumbling around the area above where his cock was buried in her cunt. "Higher, Frank. It is higher," she told him, becoming impatient. Frank finally found her clit and began to rub it. He could not keep from orgasming. Beth bit her lip, pissed that he had orgasmed ahead of her. She wanted their first orgasm to happen at the same time. It seemed so much more romantic that way. She concentrated on her clit and managed to get off. God, she thought. He doesn't know shit about a woman's anatomy. Where has he been all these years? And I couldn't even feel his cum. If his cock hadn't jerked so I would not have known he had orgasmed. Frank, his cock shrinking, rolled off of Beth and hugged her. "That was wonderful, darling. I love you so." Beth returned his passionate kiss, but her motor was still running and she wanted more of his cock. She had been a little disappointed when she had seen his hardon for the first time, but thought it would fill her satisfactorily. It did not. And having to tell him to play with her clit was also a disappointment. Frank kissed her again, and then told her, "I've never played with a woman's clit before. All the other women with whom I've made love were able to orgasm without my playing with their clit." Beth looked at him in astonishment. He really pissed her off when he told her that. She was seething inside, more angry than she had been for years. "Oh. Really? You mean you have never played with a woman's clit before?" Frank shook his head. "No. Never." "Well. You better get used to it. I don't get enough stimulation from having your cock inside me. I need to have my clit rubbed for me to get off." Frank, who loved Beth deeply, acquiesced to her demand and played with her clit each time they made love. But Beth never got over him telling her he had not had to do this with other women. She could not help wondering if other men would be able to bring her to orgasm without them having to play with her clit. Beth and Frank settled down to married life. She felt a chill in the air when she went to faculty and faculty wives' functions. She knew the older women considered her to be a trophy wife. They were all well aware of how coeds schemed to get professors into the sack, some just for sex, and others for grades. Frank and Beth made love every night but Beth was always unsatisfied. She tried to keep Frank hard after he shot off, but no matter how she played with his shriveling cock with her pussy, he would withdraw and roll over, ready for sleep. And she never forgot what he had told her about not having to play with a woman's clit to get her to orgasm. After their seventh year Beth began to badger Frank into allowing her to have sex with other men. "I was a virgin when we married and you had experienced sex with several women before we were married. I deserve to have the same experiences you had." Frank was astounded when she told him what she wanted. "You're crazy. I can't help it that you were a virgin and I can't help it that I had sex before we were married. You knew that. If you had wanted sex with other men you could have gotten yourself fucked." Frank's tone of voice and the crude way he expressed himself made Beth even more determined to have her way. Almost monthly she brought up the subject. "I'd like to feel another man's cock in me, Frank," she would tell him, stroking him through his pants. "It is not that I don't love you, Frank. I just want to try out other men." After a year of this, she began to feel him weaken. And, she noticed that he was more passionate in their lovemaking the days she talked of having another man fuck her. She did love Frank. He was a good husband to her. She had taken a job as an elementary school teacher and he helped her around the house, even doing the laundry sometimes. He liked to cook and they shared this chore. She just wanted another cock for comparison, and to find out about what Frank had told her. Could another man get her off without fingering her clit? Finally, when she was 33 and hitting her sexual peak, she said one night, "Frank. Let's make a deal. We can both find other partners, but we agree that there will be nothing serious and never in our house." Frank had been repelled by the idea of another man fucking Beth when she first broached the subject. To his surprise he found himself excited sexually whenever she brought up the subject. "All right, Beth. You have worn me down. I'll agree to your having sex with another man. I am not interested in another woman, though. I have all I can handle here," he told her stroking her pussy. Beth gave him a passionate kiss and they made love, long and slowly. They orgasmed together. Beth went to sleep thinking of other men's cocks in her pussy and Frank did the same. They were both too excited to go to sleep immediately, but pretended to do so. One of the perks of Frank's job was membership in a health club. The club had coed and women's only section. Beth had been working out there from time to time since their marriage. Frank worked out at the university during the day and never went to the health club Beth went to the club the day after she and Frank agreed she could have sex with other men. Until this day she had ignored men who had tried to flirt with her. Now, however, she began to evaluate them as potential sexual partners. She normally wore a loose sweatshirt and baggy shorts when she worked out. This all changed. She went to a shop that sold sexy clothing for women and bought several leotards. The one she wore this day was very daring, having mesh across the top allowing the upper portion of her breasts to be visible behind the material. She felt very sexy in this outfit and it was clear to her that men found it sexy also. They began to come near her when she worked out, offering to spot for her when she worked with free weights, chatting her up when she rested between sets. One of the men who flirted with her was a large muscular fellow who told her he was an investment banker and that he played polo. "Would you like to come to the track and see the horses?" Beth went with him after their workout, calling home and leaving a message for Frank. "I'll be late darling. I'm going to the track and probably out to dinner. Don't wait dinner for me." She smiled to herself as she hung up the phone. That ought to get his cock excited, she told herself. She held Tom Brewster's hand when they went to his car and let him have a good look up her skirt when she slid into his little sports car. She smiled to herself. The man had seen much more than that when they were at the club, but he still looked up her skirt. Men are just little boys, she thought. Tom let his hand brush against her leg as he shifted through the gears of his sports car. Beth thought he spent altogether too much time shifting, but admired his creativity in getting his hands on her. He left his hand resting lightly on her knee when he was in fourth gear. Beth turned her body to face him, giving him more peeks up her skirt. Beth was getting excited. Her pussy pulsed thinking of having sex with this handsome, well built man. What would it be like? Would he have a decent-sized cock? Would he eat her out? She was disappointed with Frank in this regard. He ignored her hints and she was not about to ask him point blank. If he doesn't want to eat my pussy, screw him, she thought. Tom parked in the owner's lot and showed her the barns, redolent with the odor of horseflesh, which she found stimulating. He took her to the owner's lounge where they had a drink as he talked with her about polo. As soon as they ordered drinks, he pulled out a cigarette. "I can't smoke in the barns and I have been dying for a cigarette." He offered her his cigarette case but Beth refused. She hated smoking. If she had known Tom smoked she would have turned him down. He had not reeked of tobacco at the club. He must have clean clothes there, she thought, because his clothes do not smell of tobacco. He took her to dinner and urged her to come home with him. "We've just met, Tom," she told him. I don't engage in casual sex, especially on the first date. Let's allow this friendship to ripen." Tom was disappointed, but did not push it. This is one sexy lady, he told himself. She is worth some time and effort. She has left the door open and I can be patient. He caressed her knees and thighs when he drove her back to the club and Beth did not object. In fact, it got her motor running. She did not plan to have sex with this man, but it was fun to feel how excited he was about having sex with her. Beth almost did not let him kiss her goodnight, but felt she could not refuse. That would be churlish and unkind. She put up with having his tongue in her mouth and his hand on her thigh, but felt almost sick when she got into her car. Frank was excited when he heard Beth's phone message and he had an instant hardon when she came through the door. "How did it go?" he asked her. He had not intended to ask, but the words just blurted out of his mouth. He was burning with curiosity. God, he told himself. You are so stupid to ask her. Beth arched her eyebrows and smiled at him, a knowing smile on her lips. Her suspicions were confirmed. Frank was excited sexually knowing she was going to have sex with other men. She put her arms around him and pulled his head down, giving him a long, passionate kiss. Her pussy was wetting her panties, from the touches of Tom and knowing Frank was stimulated by her adventures. His stiff cock pressing into her further stimulated her sexually. She rubbed her body against Frank's, her tongue sliding in and out of his mouth. When they broke, she suggested they go to bed. Frank stared at her as she undressed. He loved her and the sight of her body never failed to excite him. Beth liked to undress for Frank. It was fun to tease him, to undress as slowly as possible to prolong the exposure of her body. He tries to be a good lover, she thought. It is not his fault he has a small cock. If I could get his mouth on my pussy I would be more satisfied. When they got into bed Beth snuggled up to him, stroking his cock as she talked. "He's a horse type, has polo ponies." Frank's cock was leaking precum into Beth's hand. "He wants to be my lover, couldn't keep his hands off of me and likes to neck. He wanted me to go to his place, but I told him not on the first date." Frank had to swallow as his mind envisaged Beth in the arms of another man, this man's hands caressing her body. His cock jerked in Beth's hand as he listened to her. "You, ah, you plan to see him again?" Beth rolled over on top of Frank and put his cock into her. "I don't know," she told him as she began to move up and down, fucking Frank. She had never done this before and being on top gave her a sexual charge she had not felt before. It made her feel in command. Frank started to push up his hips to fuck back. "No. You lie still. I'm going to fuck you. You are my little boy toy tonight." She didn't know where the words came from, but it excited her to tell Frank that. She squeezed his cock as she fucked him. Frank was excited to have Beth on top of him and the way she took charge made his pulse race. His cock felt so sensitive, feeling Beth raise and lower herself on him, squeezing, massaging, and playing with his cock with her vagina. "I'm going to cum soon, Beth." "No!" She told him, her voice stern and demanding. "You control yourself. You cum when I tell you to." They were both surprised at the assertive, forceful way she spoke to him. Beth licked her lips and leaned forward. She licked and bit his nipples and then pushed her tits into his face. "Lick and suck my breasts," she told him. Frank had never been so sexed up. This was a side of Beth he did not know and it excited him. He made his mind think of anything but what was going on with his cock. He made a grocery list, a lecture, anything. Beth was enjoying herself more than she had for a long time. Brewster's hands on her legs and breasts when he kissed her goodnight had, in spite of his tobacco stench, gotten her motor running. She told Frank to play with her clit while he sucked on her tits and had a small cum as soon as he touched her. "Slowly, Frank. Around and around and up and down. Love my clit with your fingers just as you are loving my breasts and nipples." Frank did as he was told. He was in agony and he played with her clit just as she told him and sucked and licked her breasts and nipples. Beth felt a huge orgasm building inside her. Slowly, as Frank caressed her clit she built to a climax. As it hit, she pressed herself down against Frank. "Now. Frank. Cum." Frank was ready. His throbbing cock spurted his cum into her, almost painfully, but a beautiful pain. Beth threw her head back and whimpered from the most satisfying cum she ever had. But she wanted more. Damn. Damn. Damn. His puny member was already shrinking. No matter what she did, it shriveled up, the bulbous tip resting against her pussy lips. No! She almost shouted. I'm not going to be unsatisfied tonight. She smiled at Frank. "Did you like that?" Beth's Searches for Satisfaction Frank nodded. "That was the most exciting sex we have had, Beth. I loved it." Beth licked her lips. "You're not done yet Frank." She slid forward on his chest, leaving a trail of his and her cum on his stomach and chest. Frank stared up at her as she moved her pussy toward his face. He swallowed, realizing what she intended to do. He had never eaten pussy before. He was repelled by the idea, especially knowing he would have his and her cum in his mouth, but he felt helpless to refuse. He licked his lips as he looked at Beth. She was so different, so demanding. He was excited by her. He knew he had to satisfy her with his mouth. That was clear. "You understand what I need from you Frank? I'm not asking you to use your mouth and tongue. I'm telling you." Frank nodded, swallowing the saliva that filled his mouth suddenly. Beth inched forward until her pussy was over his mouth, and then leaned forward, resting her elbows on the bed, her pussy now pressed against his lips. "I'm going to fuck your face, Frank and you are going to kiss and lick and suck my pussy and clit until I tell you to stop." Frank knew he had no choice. He could have thrown Beth off of him, but that was not really an option. If he had, their marriage would have been over, and he knew it. He opened his mouth and pulled her pussy lips into his mouth, pushing his tongue between her labia and into her warm, moist channel full of their cum. Beth pressed her pussy against his face, reveling in the feel of his mouth on her pussy, taking a perverse delight in knowing he had to swallow their cum. "Yes, Frank. Lick me inside, suck out our cum. Make your tongue hard. I'm going to fuck your tongue." And she did. Frank found himself excited sexually to feel her pressing her pussy against his face, her vagina grabbing, massaging, and playing with his tongue. He wondered why he had resisted doing this until now. Her warm, moist pussy felt wonderful. It was so damn exciting to feel her vagina around his tongue, pulling on it; so warm, so soft, so erotic. He closed his eyes, living for this moment. "Now. Lick up through my labia until you find my clit. Lick it up and down and around and around." Frank did as he was told, soon getting into the feel of it. He had to keep swallowing his saliva to keep from choking, but never stopped licking. He had difficulty breathing with Beth's crotch pressed against his face, but dared not complain. In fact, he realized, as he continued to lick at her clit, that he liked being where he was. He gave himself up to pleasing Beth. The feel of her clit on his tongue became the most delicious meal he had ever eaten. Beth was beginning to breathe in ragged, short gasps. Frank's mouth was doing wonders for her pussy. She pressed her cunt more forcefully against his face. "Suck my clit the way you suck on my nipples. I'm going to cum soon." Frank did as he was told and found that it was even more exciting to feel her clit slide in and out of his lips than it was to lick her clit. Unbidden, he continued to lick the very tip of her clit, softly. He was learning. "Oh. Frank. That is nice. Keep sucking and licking my clit. I'm going to cum. You are doing such a nice job. Ohhhhh. Noooow. Yesssss. Softly, slowly. I'm cumming. Yessss. Keep me cumming Frank. Don't stop." She ground her pussy into his face. It felt good to tell him what to do, to push her pussy against his mouth. She filled his mouth with her cum. "Lick it out of me, Frank. Swallow it. Savor it. It is me you are swallowing." She relaxed while he sucked her clean. Her muscles were tense from her two orgasms and it felt good to relax. Her eyes opened wide and a smile of satisfaction filled her face when she felt Frank's tongue slide up between her pussy lips. She squeezed her thighs against his cheeks as he began to lap at her clit. "You lick pussy very well, Frank. Do you like having me cum in your face?" Frank pulled his mouth from her cunt long enough to tell her. "I do, Beth. I never knew it would feel so wonderful to eat your pussy." He got her off three more times and it seemed to Beth he would have stayed where he was all night if she had not rolled off of him. She patted his cheek and kissed him, tasting her own cum for the first time. This had been the most exciting sexual experience she had ever had and she looked forward to many more. Now. If she could only find a man's cock as good as Frank's tongue. The following afternoon she was working out in the coed section once again when a distinguished-looking older man approached her. For all his gray hair, he was youthful looking and had an engaging smile. "Hi. I'm Ted Graddy. I like the way you come here every day to work out." "Hi, Ted. I'm Beth." She held out her hand. Ted took it in his hand and shook it the way he would a man, firmly, but not crushing it. I like that, thought Beth. He acts considerate. "I'm going to the yacht club after I work out. Would you like to come with me for a drink?" Beth didn't hesitate. He looks in shape and that's what I want. If he thinks he is man enough for a woman my age, I'm for it. "OK. In twenty minutes." Beth called and left Frank a message and joined Ted in the waiting area. He took her arm and guided her to a large sedan parked near the entrance. She gave him a good look at her thighs when she slid into the car. It was such fun to get men to look up her skirt. They had a drink at the club. Ted casually put his hand on Beth's knee. She smiled at him and took a sip of her drink, patting his hand with hers. Ted ordered another drink but Beth waved off the second. "How about dinner Beth? If you like, we can go for a sail after dinner. I have a 35 foot sailboat just a few yards from here." Beth agreed to both and soon they were seated in a secluded corner of the dinning room. Ted ordered another drink as they looked at the dinner menu. When the waiter had left with their order and to get another drink for Ted, he began to caress her knees. When Beth did not object, he began to move his hand up her thigh. He licked his lips when he felt Beth open her thighs. He developed an instant hardon when his hand found her hose. His cock leaked into his shorts as he caressed her bare skin above her hose. Beth put a hand on his when he started to move it up further on her thigh. Then she smiled at him and patted his hand. Ted tried to make small talk as he moved his hand further up her thigh. He swallowed and took in a deep breath when Beth opened her thighs even more, allowing his fingers to reach her panties. Beth was breathing a bit hard herself. It was fun to tease Ted, to let his hand move up her thigh bit by bit. She thought to herself, now that he has found my panties, what does he plan to do? She did not have long to wait. Ted began to finger her pussy through her panties. Beth pushed herself forward on the chair and took his hand and put it inside her panties, pushing his index finger to her clit. She licked her lips and raised and lowered her hips against his finger. Ted was almost hyperventilating. His fingering of Beth's clit was getting him very aroused. His cock jerked in his pants when Beth put her hand on his thigh, moving it until she was rubbing his cock. "I like a man who knows what he wants and has the equipment needed," she told him, liking the size of the tool under her hand. The food was served, but Beth held his hand to her clit until she climaxed. A little sigh escaped her lips and she squeezed his cock hard when she made it. She leaned over and kissed his ear, licking it as she whispered, "That was a nice appetizer, Ted." They ate quickly. Ted had several glasses of wine with dinner and led her, his legs a little wobbly, down the nearby slip to his yacht. He helped her aboard and poured himself a drink. Beth leaned back on the settee, one leg on it, the other dangling over the side. Her skirt had gathered high on her thighs, nearly to her crotch and Ted had a good look at her panties. Taking a big swallow from his drink, he got on his knees and began to kiss and lick at her thighs above her hose and then put his mouth against her panties. Beth was turned on by this. Frank had never licked her panties. It gave her a jolt to feel Ted's tongue pressing against her cunt through the thin layer of cloth that covered it. His tongue was turning her on. She grabbed his head and pulled it upward so that his tongue was now licking at the cloth over her clit. More and more excited, she pushed her panties down so he could tongue her clit directly. Before long she had that good feeling again. Grinding her crotch against his face, she told him, "Lick harder. I'm cumming." Ted did and she had a mighty cum, filling her panties with her juice. Ted got unsteadily to his feet and took another swallow from his drink. "Lessss get into the sack, sweetheart," he mumbled to her," leading her to the door leading to the aft cabin. Beth had to help him stay upright as they went through the door and once inside Ted fell face down on the bunk. Beth took one disgusted look at him, went through his pockets for his car keys, left the yacht and took his car back to hers. She drove home fuming. She had two nice cums, but did not get what she had wanted. She did not let Frank know, however. Telling him when he asked, "How was my evening? Ummmm. I met a yachtsman and had dinner with him. He fingered my clit while we had dinner. It was exciting to cum at the table." Frank tried to look disinterested, but his heart was racing. "And what did you do after dinner?" Beth looked at him. He really wants to know. She grinned. "You're a bit of a voyeur, aren't you Frank?" Frank flushed, "Just making conversation." Beth put her arms around him and pushed her body against his, rubbing herself against his hardon. She licked his ear and whispered into it, "Then why are you so hard? You like hearing the details, don't you?" Frank put his hands on her ass, holding her to him. He couldn't help it. He was getting excited hearing about Beth's adventures and he did want to know the details. Beth pulled her head back, her cunt still pressed to him. "Well? You going to fess up? I'm not going to tell you about tonight unless you are interested. Do you want to hear or don't you?" Frank licked his lips, his hands caressing Beth's body. "Yes. I do want you to tell me." Beth kissed him lightly on the lips, and then sat down on the couch. She sat as she had on the yacht, one leg on the couch, the other, her high-heeled foot swinging, dress pulled up to show off her creamy thighs and the thin band of her tiny bikini panties. Frank could see they were wet. From what? He licked his lips as he stared at her. Beth watched him from under hooded eyes. She ran her tongue over her lips seductively and put her hand to her crotch. With one finger, she gently massaged the thin band of cloth. Would Frank take the bait? She did not have long to wait. Frank fell to his knees, his heart was pounding rapidly as he pushed his head between her thighs and began to kiss and lick her. He licked at her thighs, then along the crease between her thighs and pussy, and then he started to suck and lick her panties. Beth put her hands on his head, cooing to him. "Ummmmm. I like that. Ted sucked me off just like that. He fingered my clit in the restaurant until I orgasmed and sucked on my panties just like you are until I had another cum." Frank's cock was jerking in his shorts as he listened. Almost frantically, he licked and sucked at Beth's panties, wanting, unconsciously, to show her he could get her off also. Beth pushed her panties down and pulled his mouth to her clit. "There, Frank. Slowly. Suck me and lick me until I cum." Beth whispered to him as he sucked and licked her. "He licked and sucked on my breasts and played with my ass and wanted to fuck me but I told him not on the first date" Frank was frantic with desire for his wife and excited thinking about her having sex with other men. Her voice almost made him cum, as he envisaged her being fucked by another man. "He had a nice big cock," she told him. "I jerked him off in the restaurant." When she had finished orgasming, Beth lifted Frank's head from her pussy and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. There they undressed and she put him on his back. "This is where you belong, Frank. I like fucking you and fucking your face with my pussy. Do you like me being on top?" Frank nodded. He was embarrassed and would never tell anyone that he liked her fucking him, but he did like it. The next day Beth went to the women's section. She was tired of being hit on by men who reeked of tobacco or who could not hold their liquor. She began to work with free weights. A young man was working out next to her. "Hi. I'm Alan Blake," he told her. "I have seen you workout in the coed section, but never here. I'm a part time trainer here and work out myself when there is no one who needs my services." "Beth," she said, without looking up. "And yes. I have been working out in the coed section but I am sick and tired of old men who reek of tobacco and who can't hold their liquor hitting on me." Alan laughed, telling her. "How about a non-smoking, non-alcoholic young man? Is there hope for him?" For the first time Beth looked up at Alan. He's cute, she thought, certainly young, and athletic looking. She smiled at him. "And what does a young man want with an over the hill middle aged woman?" Alan looked her up and down. He then looked all around the room, which was empty. "I don't see such a person here. I see the sexiest woman I have ever seen and she is sitting right next to me." Beth threw her head back and laughed. She shook her head. "You have to be the nicest man I have met. At least you have the nicest line I have ever heard." "Am I nice enough to take you for a cup of coffee after you have finished working out?" Beth looked at him speculatively. She bit her lip. I don't want to go three strikes, she thought, but, what the hell, Ole took a chance. "OK. You're on," she said. She left a phone message for Frank before they left for coffee. Alan took her to a non-smoking coffee bar where young people performed for tips; an old-fashioned sixties coffee bar. They had a cup of coffee and talked. She told him she was a school teacher, married to a professor. He looked at her left hand and she explained that she was Greek Orthodox and went through the standard explanation she had worked out; that Greek Orthodox was Christian and not Jewish and, showing him her right hand, she told him that was where the priest put the ring when she was married. Alan told her he was 19, graduated from high school at 16, went to junior college for two years studying photography and journalism and was a photo journalist. Training was his day job. His parents had died a year ago and left him a small two story house a few blocks from the coffee house. Beth liked what she heard and, when he asked her if she wanted to see some of his photos, she agreed. Who knows, she thought, maybe a young, energetic stud is what I need. I certainly have had my fill of older men. Alan drove and Beth followed in her car to his house. After he had shown her his work, which she thought was very professional, especially the portraits, he told her, "I'm working on an assignment for a German tire manufacturer. It is to be a sexy calendar. Would you pose for me?" Beth was taken by surprise. She had told him she admired his work, pinned to the walls of what was once a living room but pose for a calendar? "I'm a school teacher, Alan. I don't think the school board would like that. Besides. I'm no model. There are younger and better looking women than me." Alan shook his head. "Beth. First. This is going to be distributed in Germany, to garages that sell tires. Second. Youth is not the point. You are sexy. I don't mean to be crude, but Beth, when you walk into a room the scent of pussy permeates the air and the only men without a hardon are gay." Beth threw her head back and laughed. "Alan. You certainly get your point across. OK. What do I do?" Alan had her pose with her skirt up, her chest out, and then he asked her to take her skirt off. By now she was getting excited and the boner she saw in his pants looked pretty big. She liked the way he stared at her crotch when she took off her skirt. Garter belt and hose certainly trumped pantyhose. Her blouse came off next and then her bra. It did not take any coaxing to get her panties off. When he took the last picture Alan sat on the couch next to her and put his arms around her. "You will make this calendar, Beth. I hope you let me photograph you more." Before waiting for an answer, he kissed her. Posing for Alan had raised Beth's sexual temperature and she was ready. She opened her mouth and sucked his tongue inside, licking and playing with it. They tongue-fucked as Alan's hands roamed over her body. Beth moaned softly when his hand reached her pussy. She opened her legs and felt a little pre-cum float from her pussy when he massaged her wet pussy lips. Slowly he moved a finger up and down between her labia, and then gently inserted a finger into her anxious vagina. Alan's dick was leaking into his shorts when Beth's tight vagina pulled at his finger. He broke the kiss and moved his head to her breasts, licking and sucking at the nipples and pulling as much of her nicely-shaped breasts into his mouth as he could. Beth pressed her pussy against his hand, fucking his finger. "I'mmmm. I'mmm going to cum, Alan. Get your cock into me. I want to feel you inside me." Alan pulled off his clothes and threw them on a chair. Beth's eyes opened and she licked her lips excitedly when she saw his nine inches of hard cock oozing precum. It was standing upright, almost touching his flat, hard stomach. This is going to be a real experience, she thought. "Take it slow, Alan. You are much bigger than my husband, by far." She opened her thighs as Alan positioned himself over her. He supported himself on his elbows and lowered his crotch to Beth's. Slowly he rubbed his cock up and down her moist slit before pushing his flaring bulbous tip against her sex. Beth took in a deep breath and relaxed her vaginal muscles. Alan fed her an inch, and then pulled back slowly. He was also on the verge of cumming and sent his mind on a photo shoot to get himself away from the wonderful sensations Beth's tight pussy was creating. Inch by inch he entered her, slowly in and out until his rod was buried in her throbbing pussy. Beth put her hands on his ass, holding him inside her as she played with his cock with her vaginal muscles. "Damn. That feels so good, Alan. Soooo good to have you inside me. It won't take much to get me off." Alan fucked her slowly, building their orgasm moment by moment until they were both on the verge of cumming. Beth bit her lip as she thrust her hips upward. Her hands pulled on his ass. "Now, Alan. Fill me up. I'm cumming. Oh, Lordy am I coming." Alan did fill her up. He was no virgin, but none of the women he had fucked had a pussy as talented as Beth's. She pulled and sucked and vibrated her vagina around his cock sending shock wave after shock wave of thrilling feeling outward to every inch of his body. Beth felt as if she would never stop cumming. She had to ask Frank if he had cum when they made love. She felt Alan's hot jism spurt into her and the feel of it sent her orgasm even higher. Then his cock jerked again and again, filling her already filled pussy to overflowing. She took in and released a huge breath. "That was out of sight, Alan. If I were seventeen I'd say awesome. Hell. I'll say it. That was awesome." She played her vagina muscles up and down his cock appreciatively. Beth's Searches for Satisfaction Alan smiled at her, his cock still vibrating from his massive cum. "Beth. You play me as if your pussy were a musical instrument. You do things to my cock I didn't know could be done." He leaned down and kissed her and, to her delight, his still hard cock began to move in and out of her more than willing vagina. "This one is going to be long and slow, Beth," he told her. And it was. He pulled his nine inches of hard meat out of her until only the very tip was within the grasp of her engorged labia. Ever so slowly he returned his cock to the very depths of her grasping cunt. Beth clung to him, her eyes closed, loving every thrust and withdrawal. She used her vagina muscles to bring excitement and pleasure to them both, grasping his cock as he withdrew, little ripples of delight running up and down his cock until only the tip remained within her. Her pussy grabbed his cock as he entered her, squeezing it, teasing it, and holding it. Licking her lips sensually, she told him, "This is so good. I wish it could last forever, but I'm going to cum, Alan." Alan planted his cock deep within her, moving his hips in a way that kept his hard cock stirring within her quaking pussy. When their bodies had stopped trembling, Alan laid his body against hers gently, holding his weight off of her. It felt so damn good to feel her hard nipples pressed into his chest. "I think I died and went to heaven," he told her. "It can't get any better than this." Beth ran her hands through his hair. She could hardly wait to tell Frank that Alan's lovemaking did not include fingering her clit; his cock alone got her off. She sighed. "I know, Alan. This has been wonderful. I can't tell you how much I enjoy making love with you." Alan lifted his chest off of her, kissed her, and began to withdraw his cock. Beth's hot pussy, full of his and her cum, was still tight enough to play beautiful music along his cock as he pulled out. Beth sighed again, wishing Alan had the stamina to continue fucking her. She was still hot as a firecracker and wanted more. To her delightful surprise, Alan did not pull his cock out of her. When his tip was between her pussy lips, he moved his hips forward slowly. Inch by inch he moved into her, then withdrew. Beth threw her arms around him. "Oh. Alan. Yes. Fuck me again. I love the feel of your cock inside me." Alan's cock was still hard after their third fuck but his balls had nothing more. They were empty. Though he could no longer cum, Beth's lovely pussy sent little tingles up and down his cock. Beth had a fourth and then a fifth orgasm. Her muscles sore from tensing and releasing them each time she came, Beth finally hugged Alan to her, her hands on his ass, holding his still hot, hard, throbbing cock deep inside her. "Alan. I have never, never had such good sex. You are wonderful. I hope your wonderful cock is not too sore after all those dry fucks. I know I was mean to keep you fucking me, but I just could not get enough of you." Alan kissed her, telling her, "And I have not known such pleasure existed, Beth. You are the most exciting, sensual woman I know. If I'm sore, it is a soreness borne of pleasure and I'll be ready for another go around whenever you say." Beth used a Kleenex to wipe the cum running down her legs and then put on her panties, blouse and skirt. She stuffed her bra, hose, and garter belt into her purse. "I hate to leave you, but I must. I have to teach tomorrow." She kissed Alan goodbye, got into her car and drove home, humming all the way. She was still charged sexually. Alan had gotten her motor running as it had never been before and she realized she could orgasm over and over again. That was a revelation. She had, of course, been masturbating since she was a teen, but had never brought more than two or three orgasms out of her pussy. The thought of getting off over and over sent her soaring. She grinned sardonically, thinking of Frank's reaction when he smelled her panties and got a whiff of Alan's cum mixed with hers. She was not disappointed by Frank's reaction. Frank greeted her as soon as she closed the door. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, rubbing her hot body against him. "I have a lot to tell you about today," she whispered, licking his ear sensually. Frank's cock jerked in his pants, wondering what he was going to hear. She sat down on the couch, one leg on the floor, the other on the couch, her crotch open, invitingly. Frank stared at her crotch, just as he had the night before. He could see it was soaking wet. Beth licked her lips and watched him under hooded eyes. Will he take the bait again, as he had the night before? Frank did. He could not keep his mouth off of her. He had become a pussy eating addict. He crawled on his hands and knees to her and put his head between her thighs. His nostrils flared as he drew in the scent of her and a man's cum. His body trembling with excitement, he began to suck and lick at her thighs. Beth pulled his mouth to her crotch, cooing to him, "Yesss, my little boy toy. Kiss and lick me and take my panties off and clean me out. I have a pussy full of cum that needs to be cleaned. And then you are going to fuck me like you never have before." Frank's cock jerked excitedly in his pants. He sucked and licked her clean. While he did, she told him about being a model for a calendar and how she had been fucked by a nine inch dick. "And he did not have to play with my clit. He filled me with his cum three times, Frank. Three times." When she felt cleaned, she took Frank by the hand and led him to their bedroom. There she took a cockring out of her purse and put it on him. "I stopped at the adult store on Jones Street and bought this for you. Now even your little weenie will stay hard for me." Frank felt humiliated, which is what Beth wanted. She wanted him to be thoroughly under her thumb. The cockring hurt when Beth pushed it down his rigid penis, but he was excited when Beth straddled him and put his rigid cock inside her. The cockring made his dick extremely sensitive, more so than ever before. And the sensations of Beth's orgasming pussy around his cock sent shivers of sexual delight over his body. "It was wonderful, Frank," she told him, "to have a nine inch cock in me. He poured so much cum into me I felt my teeth were gong to float." Beth grinned at him wickedly as she fucked him, loving the anxious look on his face and the way his cock throbbed when she told him how great a lover Alan was. "He stayed hard for an hour, Frank. His third load was as great as his first and it felt so good to feel his hot cum spraying my pussy. What a difference. I can't even tell when you shoot off." When she was satisfied, she took off the cockring and let Frank cum. Again, she pushed herself up his chest and thrust her pussy into his face. "Eat me, Frank. You are very good at that." She fucked his face until she orgasmed three more times. Exhausted, she rolled off of Frank. She put her arms around him and kissed him passionately. "I love you, Frank and I am so happy living with you. Now I have a young stud who loves to fuck and a husband who loves to eat my pussy. This is heaven on earth." That Saturday the phone rang as Beth and Frank were at the kitchen table grading papers. Frank answered the phone. "It's for you." She raised her eyebrows and Frank shrugged as he gave her the phone. "Hi. Beth here." "Hi Ted. No. You know why. You quit drinking? Really" "What am I wearing? Why do you ask? Well if you must know a long shirt and my black panties. What are you wearing?" "You get hard just thinking of getting me off at the restaurant? Well. Well. You are a horny fellow today. Ummmm. I like what you are thinking." Her free hand stole down between her legs and she began to massage her pussy through her panties. She looked at Frank and frowned, motioning him to go away so she could talk. Frank licked his lips, and then dropped to the floor and pushed his head at her knees, trying to get it between her thighs. "You're getting me turned on, Ted. Tell me more of what you want to do. And how big did you say that tool of yours is? Ummmm. I like that. I like a big cock filling my pussy." Beth looked down at Frank and tried to push his head away, then shook her head, sighed and opened her legs. She put her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and said to Frank, "You want to lick my pussy and suck my clit and get me off while I talk sex with a man who wants to fuck me?" When Frank nodded yes, she scooted forward in the chair and spread her legs. She took her hand from over the mouthpiece of the phone and grabbed Frank behind the head, pulling his mouth to her crotch. She smiled at him wickedly. "I hope you have fun. I intend to." She picked up her conversation. "I like that. I like the feel of your cock pressing against my pussy. It is nice and hard. I love big cocks." Her sexual temperature rising, Beth lifted her ass off the chair, motioning for Frank to pull her panties off. She stroked his head and humped his face as she talked with Ted. And so went the year for Beth and Ted and Frank and Alan and...