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Lisa Needs It

By: Olddirtyman



 I'm taking a quick break from my two novels, "Be Reasonable. Do It My Way." and "Tina's Torpedoes". As I was working on a chapter for the latter this story jumped out and wrote itself down. On the rare occasions when that happens you don't argue with it. You just keep typing.

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Lisa Wembsley was hornier than she could ever remember being. There wasn't one damned thing she could do about it. She was at work. Lisa had taught English at Pathagarus G. Hepplesthwaite Memorial Highschool for five years. She loved her work for a variety of reasons. She had always found teaching to be the most personally fulfilling job she had ever had. She also secretly liked the idea of all the teenage boys who sprouted instant boners when they looked at her. It made the nipples on her conical, 42D tits hard as little diamonds.

She loved sex. She craved sex. She lived for sex. She adored the idea that, while everyone addressed her as Ms. Wembsley, behind her back they called her Ms. Wobbly because of the way her huge hooters jiggled when she walked. Those hooters hovered above a twenty-two inch waist, Thirty-six inch hips, and a round, firm ass the stuck out so far that you could stack plates on it. Every male in the school sported immediate wood just at the sight of her. 

It made her so hot and bothered each day that she would go home, dress in the sexiest clothes she could find in her closet, wait for her live-in boyfriend, Harry, to come home from work, and fuck him senseless.

During the last semester Harry had been getting it better than he ever had before. The reason was an eighteen year old senior named Wesley Thorp. Wesley was an average looking kid, of average intelligence. But, nobody in school got laid more often than he did. His big advantages were a cocky attitude and a twelve inch cock. Most of the boys would try to hide their erections around her. Not so with Wesley. He sat a desk at the front of the class with his leg splayed. Every day she could see his twelve inches of meaty bone snaking down his trouser leg. She didn't know if he was doing it deliberately or just didn't care. All she knew for sure was that it was making her crazy with lust. 

On that particular day it was making her crazier than usual. Harry had been out of town on business and she hadn't been laid in a week and a half. Having Wesley's dong on display before her every day was making her so horny that sometimes she couldn't think straight. 

Wesley was in her last class each day and she was starting to get distracted even before that. She'd find herself thinking about him and lose her place while she was instructing her students. It was becoming a foot long obsession. 

None of this was lost on Wesley. He had fucked half of the best looking girls in school and several of the neighborhood MILF's, starting with his mother's best friend. He had enough experience to know a cockhound when he saw one. Lisa Wembsley was definitely a cockhound. He had lusted after her since his freshman year and now, as a senior, he was determined to have that babe grease his pole before he graduated. He wanted her every way he could think of. He wanted to fuck her mouth, fuck her tits, and fuck her hot, wet pussy until she was bowlegged. But, most of all, he wanted to slide his pole into that magnificent ass and make her scream for more.

His plan was pretty simple. He would sit up in front of the class each day and make sure that she got a good look at what he was packing. He knew that eventually seeing his hard bulge every day would break down her resistance. He knew that it was working because he caught her staring at his dick at least once every day. In the previous week or so she had spent more and more time staring at his crotch. She would even occasionally lick her lips. He could feel the heat in her gaze. He didn't know why she had suddenly gotten to this point and he didn't much care. His only certainty was that it was time to make his move. 

When Ms. Wembsley turned her back to the class to write something on the blackboard Wesley leaned over to whisper to his best friend Lou Flink, "Today's the day."

Lou always took the desk right next to Wesley. He and Wesley had known each other since the third grade. They had always been close friend. But, now, the friendship had additional benefits for Lou. He got laid almost as much as his friend did. He could almost always count on getting Wesley's cast-offs and sometimes sloppy seconds. There was one local MILF who loved to have them both come over for the weekend and fuck her into oblivion. 

"Got it, Wes," Lou answered just before the teacher turned around to face the class again.

The plan was simple. Wes would stay after class on the pretense of asking Ms. Wembsley a question. Lou would make sure to be the last one out of the classroom and would close the door behind him to let Wes work his magic. He went along with it because he knew that, if Wes succeeded, he'd get a shot at the stacked teacher, too.

The rest of the class passed quietly. Knowing that her ability to concentrate on teaching because of Wes's prodigious distraction she told the class to read a short story from the textbook to themselves. 

She tried to get some other work done as the class read silently, but she couldn't focus. All she could think about was the aching need in her cunt and Wes Thorp's foot-long hotdog.

Every time she looked up from her work the first thing she saw was that incredible bulge in the young man's pants. She raised her eys up a bit higher and realized that Wes was looking right at her.

"Oh, shit!" she thought, "He caught me staring. Shit!"

It was the one thing that she had always feared. Now what? The cat was out of the bag. She could tell by the way that he was looking at her that he knew what she was thinking.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I need to get laid," she thought. 

As she thought it she knew that she didn't just need to be fucked. She needed to be fucked by Wesley Thorp. She needed to be impaled on that huge harpoon every which way there was in the world and then some. As she looked back down Wes patted the bulge with his hand.

When she looked back up Wes was looking her square in the eye. He arched one eyebrow and licked his lips. In that moment they both knew what would happen. It was just a matter of time. They both knew that he would have her. The only question left open was when.

"Maybe I should ask him to stay after class," she thought, "No. That's no good. That's like something out of a cheap porn novel. Besides, I don't have any good reason to keep him here. What would I do or say? I can't keep him after class and then just beg him to fuck me. Can I?"

She looked at the clock. There were fifteen minutes left before the bell rang. She didn't know if she could sit through another fifteen minutes of this. Then an idea hit her.

She reached into the top drawer of her desk and grabbed the stack of papers in it. Those were the essays she had assigned the week before. She had finally finished grading them and had originally planned to spend most of the class period discussing them. 

She set the essays on the end of her desk and said," All right, people. It's been a long week. It's Friday and we all want to go home. So I'm going to let you go a little early today."

A cheer exploded through the classroom.

"Calm down, people," she said with as much authority as she could muster under the circumstances.

She laid a hand on the stack of papers and continued, "These are your essays. I've finished grading them. Please, come and collect yours before leaving the class today. Be sure to bring them with you to class on Monday so that we can discuss them."

With that she sat back down, grateful that she had managed to get through that much without losing control. 

It was still agonizing for her as each student approached her desk to get their paper. It seemed to be taking forever. 

Finally, almost every student had collected his or her essay and left. The only ones left were Lou and Wes. As Lou grabbed his paper Lisa unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse to show a generous amount of her cavernous cleavage.

Lou's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to stand there staring at her glorious tits. But, he knew the plan. Mustering every ounce of will power he had he turned and left the classroom.

Wes was suddenly having a bit of trouble in the will power department himself. It took all of his strength to look Lisa in the eye rather than at the fabulous female flesh on display. 

It had the desired effect. It rattled Lisa. She started to wonder if she was losing her touch.

Still holding eye contact Wes reached down to pick up his essay. He made a short pretense of looking it over looked back at Lisa and said, "May I ask a question?"

"Certainly, Wesley," she said. She knew that this was complete bullshit, but she was too horny to care.

She heard the classroom door click shut. She didn't know why Lou had thought to close the door behind him, but she was damned glad that he did.

Wes walked around the desk until he was right next to her then asked, "Why is the only a B+? I thought it was a pretty darned good essay."

He had come so close that, with her sitting down and him standing up, if she simply turned her head her nose would have bumped into that enticing bulge in his trousers. She looked up to meet his eyes, took the essay from him and said, "It was an excellent essay. But, it had a few rather glaring grammatical errors."

He could smell her arousal. She could feel the heat radiating from his crotch.

She flipped a few pages of his essay and said, "Right here, for example, on page four," her voice was trembling. The proximity of that cock was making it hard to think. She pointed to the page and continued, "In this sentence you've left a dangling participle."

With a sly smile Wes asked, "Do you have a problem with things that dangle?"

It was, perhaps, the cheesiest line anyone had ever fed her. But, she knew that they had to do the dance before getting to the Horizontal Mambo. 

"Not so much a problem," she said looking up at him, "as an abiding interest."

He leaned down, brushed her long, brown hair away from her ear and whispered, "I don't dangle. I stand straight up and say 'hello'. Are you ready for that?"

Then he licked her ear and delicately ran his finger down the line of her cleavage. She shuddered and almost had an orgasm right then and there.

"You shouldn't take such liberties with a teacher, young man," she said, trying gamely to sound stern. 

Her licked her ear again as he squeezed her left breast and tweaked the nipple. That did it. She moaned and shook as she climaxed.

He stood up and said, "Cut the bullshit! We both know what you want!" 

Then her grabbed her head and pulled it to his bulge.

"You want this!" he continued as he rubbed his cloth covered boner around on her face.

Not only did she not resist, she put her hands on his ass, pulled him closer, and started nuzzling his hard prong on her own.

"Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth, "I want this."

"That's right," he said, "you want to suck me off and swallow my juice!"

She moaned.

"You want me to ram this thing down your horny throat!"

She moaned louder.

"You want me to grab you head and fuck your slutty face," he almost shouted.

"Yes," she squeaked as she nuzzled his trouser covered pussy pleaser, "but not here. Please, not here."

"Where?" he asked as he reached down to fondle her other boob.

"My apartment. Six o'clock," she said.

As she reached for a piece of paper on which to write her address Wes walked around behind her, reached down inside of her blouse and bra to give her twin torpedoes more attention.

Lightning bolt shot through her body from her tits straight to her dripping gash. She dropped her pen.

"Please," she whimpered, "just give me a minute to write it down"

He withdrew his hands, stood up, and said, "Fair enough."

She quickly scribbled down her address. She hoped that it was readable.

He leaned down and gave a deep, sloppy kiss. He tweaked her nips on more time as he did so. She had another orgasm.

"I'll see you at six," he said with a grin. Then he left.

When he got to his locker to get his jacket Lou was waiting for him.

"So?" Lou asked.

"Tonight," said Wes, "Her place. Six o'clock."

"Wow" said Lou, "mind if I drop by later?" 

"I'll give you a call over the weekend," said Wes putting his hand on his friend's shoulder, "I promise you'll get a crack at her. But, tonight she's mine."

"Cool," said Lou. He was disappointed, but he knew that Wes always kept his promises. "I'm not sure I can wait that long. This has been building up for a long time." 

Wes chuckled and said, "You've been waiting since freshman year. You can wait one more day." Then he thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you go see Mrs. Avery. We haven't done her in a while. It'll take the edge off."

"Good idea," said Lou with a grin. Mrs. Avery lived next door to him and was his mom's best friend. She was also one of the wildest fuck he'd ever had, and she had the biggest tits he's ever seen. He walked off to figure out a way to get into Mrs. Avery's pants again.

Wes closed his locker and headed for his car. He had a couple of errands he needed to run for his mom and he still needed to shower and change before going over to Ms. Wembsley's apartment.

Meanwhile, Lisa sat in her classroom wondering what the hell had just happened. Had she really just given he address to a student and as much told him outright to come over and fuck her? Her whole teaching career could go down the tubes if anyone found out.

"What were you thinking," she muttered. 

Of course she knew. She was thinking about twelve inches of throbbing cock meat. Well, she'd gone this far. All risks aside, she was committed now, and she damned sure wasn't going to let the opportunity pass by. She had to get her hands on that big dick (not to mention her mouth, her pussy, her tits, and possibly her ass). 

She stuffed a few papers into her tote bag and ran off to her car. She didn't care what papers she had. She was certain that wasn't to doing any grading that entire weekend.

When she got home she dumped her tote bag and purse on the couch and ran to the bedroom closet to figure out what to wear. She knew she wouldn't be wearing it very long, but she wanted it to be perfect. She couldn't decide on how she wanted to look. Should she be sexy, alluring and exotic, or coquettish?

After trying on and rejecting several outfits she realized that she knew exactly what Wesley wanted. He wanted a slut and she wanted to be a slut for him. It was confusing her. She had never wanted that before. She always demanded respect from her lovers. She had always seen love making as a mutual sharing and giving activity. Then the truth came down on her like a ton of bricks.

She hadn't invited Wes Thorp over to make love. She had invited him over to fuck. That was the difference. Then she remembered that she had something that she had never worn because, until now, she had never wanted to. It was a t-shirt that she kept folded up in her underwear drawer.

Harry has given it to her several years before as what he thought was a gag gift on her birthday. At the time she had thought that the words printed on it were the most shamelessly insulting sexist words she had ever seen. She had been absolutely livid with rage. She laid into poor Harry for nearly an hour asking him if that's what he thought of her. Is that what he thought of her body? Is that what he thought of their love making? Harry had tried to apologize and, after an hour, was nearly in tears. Of course, the best part of fighting was making up and they spent the next two days having the wildest sex they had ever had before or since.

She wasn't sure why she had never thrown the t-shirt away, but at that moment she was very glad that she hadn't. It was perfect! She also knew exactly what to wear with it.

At six o'clock sharp her doorbell rang. She didn't need to ask who it was. She knew and immediately buzzed Wes in. When she heard his knock on her door she opened it then stood back and put her hands up behind her head to make her tits stand out. She really didn't need to though. The t-shirt barely covered her copious flesh missiles. Across the front were printed the words, "Fun Bags". The font was in a deliberately distorted font and was further distorted by the size and shape of Lisa's hefty hooters. Her trim waist was bare. She was wearing a pair of blood red hot pants that she hadn't worn since college. She had barely managed to squeeze into them. They were so tight that they fit the round globes of her ass like a second skin and, in front, produced a pronounced camel toe. She completed the ensemble with a pair of high heeled, fuck me pumps.

"What do you think?" she asked with a grin.

"Very nice," he answered with a smile, "Love the t-shirt. Very appropriate." 

"I thought you'd like it," she said.

With that Wes kicked the door closed with his foot and grabbed Lisa close for a deep, searing kiss. As their tongues danced Wes reached around to squeeze her gorgeous ass. She squirmed against him. 

Suddenly, she pulled back from the kiss and said, "I need you to fuck me! I need you to stick that huge cock in my twat right now!" 

She couldn't believe that she was using that kind of language. She had always regarded it as crude. But, there were no other accurate words to convey what she felt. 

"I need you to ram my pussy until I can't walk," she hissed.

Wes took a step back from her. "All in good time," he said smugly, "All in good time. No matter how much you want it we probably shouldn't do it right here in the hallway." 

She tried to pull him back into the kiss and said, "I don't care where we do it. Just fuck me!"

"Okay," said Wes, pulling out of her grasp, "But, maybe we should, at least, sit down first."

"Right," she said with a frustrated sigh, "Let's go to the living room."

As she turned to walk toward the living room she gave her ass an extra wiggle. Wes licked his lips as he stared at her swaying rear. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him. His cock was like a steel bar in his trousers. He wanted nothing more than rip her hot pants off, throw her down on the floor, and bang her into oblivion. But, the older women that he had been with had taught him how to go slowly. The teasing was all part of the game. It would be all the more incredible when he finally got inside her if he just took it one step at a time. 

He walked up behind her and lodged his boner firmly between her ass cheeks. As he dry humped her through their clothing he reached around in front of her to fondle her massive jugs. 

"I thought that we were going to sit down," she said breathing heavily. It made her boobs push themselves farther into his hands.

"At some point," he breathed into her ear, "we'll get to it." Then he added, "I can't believe how beautiful and sexy you are."

"Thank you," she moaned as she ground her ass against his hard pole.

"You are one of the most fuckable women I've ever seen," Wes continued, "You were built to please a man."

If Harry had said something like that to her she would have slapped him silly. But, when Wes said it she just got more turned on. Her legs were trembling and her cunt was almost gushing. She put her hands over his to try to force him to squeeze her boobs harder. 

"Quit teasing me damn it!" she shouted. "If what I'm feeling against my butt is any indication you want me as much as I want you." She rubbed her hind cheeks along his prong for emphasis. "If I'm so damned fuckable why do you show me why you've got to do the job?"


Lisa Needs It Pt. 02



When Lisa woke up Saturday morning she found herself in bed spooned against a snoring Wes Thorp. She rubbed her big tits around on his muscular back.

"I don't fucking believe it," she thought, "I've never been fucked like that in my life. I didn't that there were that many ways to do it."

She reached down to fondle his slumbering man meat.

"I wonder if I can wake this up without waking him up?" she mused. 

She couldn't believe that she was still horny after all that had happened the night before. Wes had been inexhaustible. Wes had repeatedly taken her mouth and pussy. He had been in her ass twice. There were at least four times that he had fucked her huge jugs and cum all over her face. She had completely lost count of how many times she had cum. The details were a bit of a blur. It all seemed to almost like one, continuous orgasm.

His cock was slowly starting to harden in her hand. She let go of it just long enough to roll over to look at her clock on the nightstand. Nine thirty? She never slept that late even on the weekends. Then she saw the small, framed picture of Harry, her live-in boyfriend just beyond the clock. She always put it on her nightstand when he went out of town. Ordinarily it comforted her. It made her feel like he was watching over her even though he was gone. She put the picture back into the drawer of the nightstand where she kept it when he was home.

"Shit!" she thought, "What the hell am I going to do when Harry gets back?"

She looked back at Wes. Evidently his subconscious had picked up where her hand had left off and his cock was making a foot long impression in the blanket.

Lisa wondered if she could go back to Harry's civilized lovemaking and his seven inch penis. She had already realized the night before the difference between the two. Harry had a penis. Wes had a cock! She and Harry had sex. She and Wes fucked! Harry whispered endearments. Wes shouted obscenities! Harry called her a nymphomaniac. Wes called her a slut!

She had no idea why it turned her on like it did. She just knew that it did and she wanted more! She would worry about Harry later. Right now Wes had twelve inches of hard meat that she needed to suck.

She rose from the bed and walked around to the other side of it. She needed a shower. She needed something to eat. She needed that hot, hard pussy pleaser more.

Lisa carefully lifted the blanket and the sheet away from Wes's body. She licked her lips as his proud pole came into view. Getting down on her knees she bent forward to lightly lick the head of his cock. It tasted like both of them. She licked all the way down to his heavy balls then kissed her way back up. Wes softly moaned in his sleep. Slowly slipping her lips over the helmet she started sucking her way down to the root of the mighty prong, licking as she went. 

Lisa took her time with her oral indulgence, partly because she wanted to savor the moment of having him unconscious of the act and partly because she knew that this would wake him up and she had no idea how he would react. The vague apprehension made it more exciting. Her nipples were hardening and her pussy was moistening as she sucked him.

Wes was in that strange twilight between sleep and wakefulness. He felt the slickness and warmth around his dick but didn't immediately register what it was. It was pleasant and hot on, what he assumed was, his morning wood. As he gradually eased into consciousness he realized what was happening. He smiled. It wasn't the first time he had been awakened with a morning blowjob. It damned sure wouldn't be the last. He laid still reveling in the sensation and weighing his options. How should he respond? Every woman was different. Every woman had her own little triggers. Each woman needed her own sort of encouragement. As he came fully aware he knew exactly what to do to rev Lisa's motor.

He reached down to, gently put his hand on Lisa's head. She froze. What would he say? What would he do? Was he pleased? Was he angry at being awakened?

"That's a very nice way to wake up," Wes said.

Lisa tried to smile around her mouthful of dick.

"It's very nice," he continued, "to have a big boobed cum bucket slurping my stalk."

Lisa's nipples became hard as pebbles. Her cunt was drenching itself at his words.

As he sat up he lifted her head off of his length.

"There's just one tiny thing wrong," he said softly.

"What?" said Lisa fearfully, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. What did I do?"

"You didn't ask for permission first," Wes said firmly, "you know the rules."

"I'm sorry," she repeated, bowing her head contritely.

"I know it's hard for you..." he said.

"It is," Lisa said hungrily as she gazed at his powerful stiffness.

Wes stood up as he continued, "... and I'll let it go this time. But, don't do this again. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," said Lisa obediently.

He stroked her hair and said, "We'll go through this one more time."

Lisa nodded.

"What are you?" Wes asked.

"I'm a slut," Lisa answered with a surprising note of pride in her voice.

"What are sluts for?" Wes went on.

"To make men cum," Said resolutely.

"What is your mouth for?"

"To make men cum."

"What are your tits for?"

"To make men cum."

"What is your cunt for?"

"To make men cum."

"What is your ass for?"

"To make men cum!" Lisa shouted happily.

Wes began fondling her huge funbags and twisting her nipples.

"Why do you exist?"

"To make men CUM!" she shouted again.

Wes squeezed her melons hard. 

Lisa moaned then whimpered, "Please."

"Please what?" Wes asked with a triumphant grin.

"Please," Lisa whined, "may I suck you cock?"

"Yes," said Wes, smiling.

She dived onto his skin covered steel rod and began slurping and sucking as though she was a condemned prisoner and this was her last meal.

She plunged her lips down to his root. With his pubic hair tickling her nose she grabbed his ass to try to pull him in deeper. She knew she had it all, but she wanted more. 

"That's it," said Wes, putting a hand gently one either side of her head, "suck me."

Lisa began sliding her lips back and forth along his commanding prong, licking every surface her tongue could find along the way. Her nipples had hardened into little diamonds. She was hot and horny as hell, but she was also strangely content. This was what she wanted. This was why she was alive. This was her place, on her knees with twelve inches of raging man meat down her throat.

Wes watched her as she blew him. Her conical 42D breasts swayed and wobbled in time with the movements of her head. The slick heat of her mouth and the rapid motion of her soft lips on his cock were bringing him very close to the edge. The tightness of her throat alone could squeeze gallons of cum from his balls.

He reached behind to remove her hands from his ass.

"Play with your tits," he said through ragged breathing.

As he put his hands back on her head she started mauling and groping her huge hooters. She pressed them together tightly enough that she could rub each nipple against the other as Wes began to slowly fuck her throat. 

Her pussy was dripping. Her body was on fire. Her brain was shorting out from the sheer amount of physical stimulation. She knew that, when the moment arrived, she wasn't going to have an orgasm. She was going to explode from the inferno of arousal building inside her.

For his part Wes knew that he was getting close. He gripped his stacked English teacher's head tightly as he crammed his hot piston in and out of her throat. He could feel the jizz simmering in his balls. He wasn't going to last too much longer. He was fucking her face with increasing speed. He was going to go off any minute. 

Lisa released one of her tits to reach down to finger her drowning cunt. She was so close she couldn't stand it. She clutched her left breast in a vice-like grip as her right breast bounced and bobbed to the rhythm of Wes's erratic motions in and out of her mouth. 

Suddenly he yanked her mouth off of his cock and shouted, "Here it comes all over your slutty face!"

His foot-long skin cannon fired volley after volley of cum on Lisa's face, neck, breasts, and hair. Her body detonated into an almost bone crushing orgasm when the first shot of his scalding discharge hit her skin. She screamed then clamped her full lips down over his cock to catch the last few spurts in her mouth. She swished it around with her tongue for a moment to savor the taste before she swallowed.

Wes collapsed backward onto the bed. Lisa slumped forward and rested her head on his thigh.

She looked up him and smiled saying, "Good morning."

"Good morning," he smiled back.

He sat up and said, "We both need to shower."

"Together?" Lisa asked hopefully.

"Not right this minute," he said, "We'll get to that before the weekend is over. Right now you should get cleaned up and I need to make a phone call. Then I'll shower."

"Who are you going to call?" she asked.

Wes grinned and said, "It's a surprise."

Lisa stood up and walked toward the bathroom. She was pretty sure that the "surprise" probably involved Wes's friend Lou Flink. She wasn't sure how she felt about involving the other teenager. On the other hand, she was curious and turned on by the idea of having two cocks to play with. If that's what Wes wanted she would do it.

Wes went to the living room to find his pants. His cell phone was in the pocket. When he found it he called Lou.

Lou answered his phone saying, "Hey, Wes. How'd it go?"

"She's a wild one," Wes said with a chuckle, "Be prepared for a rough ride."

"You said she might be," Lou responded, "Do you want me to make the usual stop on the way?"

"Yeah," said Wes, "I'll make that call when we're done. How was your night?"

"Mrs. Avery was out of town and I thought that the night might be a loss," said Lou, "But, Mom got a call from Mrs. Crenshaw."

Rita Crenshaw was the GILF who lived next door to Wes. She was sixty-two, still built like a brick shithouse, and an absolute wildcat in bed.

"Which gambit did she use to get you over there?" Wes asked.

"Her bookcase fell over and she needed help to set it right," Lou answered.

"That's a new one," Wes observed, "How long did she have you there setting her right?"

"She called around dinner time," said Lou, "I was there until around midnight."

"And you can still walk?" Wes laughed with amazement.

"Barely," said Lou.

"Well, prepare for another slut just like that," said Wes.

"Cool," said Lou, "What time?"

"Noon," said Wes.

"Noon it is," said Lou, "see you then."

Wes hung up and dialed his other call. After finishing his second call he went into Lisa's kitchen to get the morning started right. By the time he finished Lisa was emerging from the bedroom. She wore a sweatshirt, yoga pants, and sandals. Her long, brown hair was still damp from the shower and she hadn't put on any makeup. Even so she was a startlingly beautiful woman. The swell of her breasts distorted the sports logo on her sweatshirt delightfully. The yoga pants fit like a second skin accentuating her round, firm ass.

"I smell coffee," she said with a smile.

"I hope you don't mind," Wes said, "I took the liberty of getting a pot started. I hope you like it strong."

"After last night," said Lisa, "I'm going to need it at industrial strength to get moving today."

"Good," said Wes, "I made so that if we don't drink it all we can go find somebody who's painting his car. He can use it to strip off the old paint."

"Perfect," said Lisa with a big grin.

Wes walked over to the stacked school teacher, took her in his muscular arms, and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned and stroked his naked back with the palms of her hands while he fondled her tight butt through her yoga pants.

He broke the kiss and said, "You smell great."

Lisa wrinkled her nose and said, "You smell like sex."

"Sorry," said Wes sheepishly, "I should go shower."

Lisa hugged him more tightly and said, "I wasn't complaining, just observing."

Wes broke free of the hug and said, "I should still go shower."

As he walked away Lisa said, "Want some help? I can get you nice and clean."

"With the soap," Wes asked, "or with your tongue?"

"Yes," said Lisa with a devilish smirk.

Wes raised one eyebrow and said wryly, "I think I'll take my chances alone." He walked off toward the bathroom smiling.

"Suit yourself," said Lisa as she went to the kitchen to get some of that coffee. 

Upbeat and flirtatious as Lisa was trying to be she was starting to have some serious reservations about the night before, not to mention the rest of the weekend. What the hell was she doing? If this got out it would ruin her reputation and she might even lose her job. All night, and so far this morning, she had been acting like a completely different woman.

"This isn't me!" she thought desperately, "is it?"

She had never been the submissive type. Defiance and a demand for respect had always been the foundation of her personality. At least that's what she had always thought until now. She had certainly never begged to be fucked or to suck a cock. It had always been the other way around. The simple fact that she was suddenly using words like "fuck" and phrases like "suck a cock" was confusing the hell out of her. She had never used language like that before. All of that was on top of the questions she suddenly had about her relationship with Harry. What about that?

She knew that she should just tell Wes to go home after he came out of the shower. She knew that she wouldn't. She was still reeling from that last kiss. The strong masculine smell of the lean, muscular teenager alone had almost made her give in to him again right there and then.

Wes himself was an enigma, a huge question mark. Last night he had been a demanding brute. This morning his tone was kind and deferential. His comments about making coffee had been almost apologetic. The fact that he had been thoughtful enough to make coffee at all was confusing.

Even during sex, while he had been barking orders, calling her dirty names, and mercilessly ramming that huge cock into her from every possible angle, he had somehow made her feel more wanted and more desirable than any man she had ever been with. She had never been so turned on. Her orgasms had never been on that kind of hair trigger.

She should tell him that it had been fun, but that he should go home as soon as he came out of the shower. She wasn't sure that she could. She knew that she didn't want to. She wanted, no needed, to get as much of Wes Thorp and his savage fucking as she could before the weekend was over. She would deal with the consequences later. 

When Wes finished his shower he came back into the living room wearing only his jeans. He headed to the kitchen to pour himself some coffee. 

Lisa watched him as he moved. Just looking at him was getting to her. Her nipples were making dents in her sweatshirt already.

Leaving the kitchen Wes went to sit down next to Lisa on the couch. He took a sip from his cup then put the cup down on the coffee table.

"We should probably talk," he said.

As softly and directly as he had spoken the statement still startled Lisa. She had expected that she would have to be the one to say that and she really didn't want to right now.

"You probably have a few questions," Wes said.

"More than a few," said Lisa, "way more than a few. How did you know?"

"That's part of why I thought that we should take separate showers," said Wes, "It would give us each a little time to think."

"I guess that would be my first question," said Lisa, "Why is it that, this morning, you're all politeness, deference, and consideration when last night you were fucking me ragged and calling me every name in the book?"

Wes smiled mischievously and said, "You seemed to like it. Didn't it turn you on?"

"Like nothing else ever has," said Lisa, "but, that doesn't answer my question."

"Haven't you ever been a different person, during sex, than you are the rest of the time?" Wes asked.

Lisa thought about that for a moment then said, "I had never actually thought about it before. You're right. I guess it's the level of contrast with you that's throwing me."

"I can understand that," said Wes.

"That's another thing," said Lisa, "you seem to understand a lot of things that you should be too young to figure out. Some of them are things I haven't worked out yet and I'm more than a decade older."

"Okay," said Wes, "you're what? Twenty-nine?"

She kissed him on the cheek and said, "You're sweet. I'm thirty-two."

"Okay," said Wes, "you're thirty-two. That doesn't mean that you've had the same experience I have or have had to ask and answer the same questions about your life that I have."

Lisa gazed at Wes in wonder. She had never met anyone quite like him before. She put one arm over his shoulders and the other around his waist. She snuggled in closely.

"You're a very strange young man, Wesley Thorp," she said softly.

"I've been called worse," he answered smiling.

"I mean it," she said, "you're an absolute savage in bed, but out of bed you're downright wise. You're what my grandmother used to call 'an old soul'. I'm not sure what to do with you."

"You could stay right where you are for a while," Wes said.

"I'd like that," Lisa whispered.

"Me too," said Wes.

The two just sat holding each other for a long time.

After a while Lisa asked, "You've been with a lot of women. Haven't you?"

"Yes," Wes answered.

"Anyone I know?" she asked.

"I can't tell you that," said Wes, "besides the fact that it would be kind of rude is the fact that talking out of school, so to speak, could hurt a lot of people besides the women themselves."

"That's reassuring," she said, "it's one of the things I had a question about."

"Nothing that happens here will leave here," said Wes, "I promise."

"Good," said Lisa as she nestled in closer.

"Any other questions?" Wes asked.

"Yes," said Lisa, 'but, not right now. I'm too comfortable to talk."

"Fair enough," said Wes hugging her tightly.

Suddenly the door buzzer sounded. Lisa sat up startled.

"That," said Wes with a big grin, "would be my surprise. You should answer it."

Lisa jumped up from the couch and buzzed the visitor in.

"Now," said Wes, "Take off that sweatshirt."

"What? To answer the door?" asked Lisa with shock, "I can't I'm not even wearing a bra under this."

"I didn't think so," said Wes, "That's one more reason to take it off."

"But, Wes," she started to object.

Wes jumped to his feet.

"Now!" he shouted commandingly.

Lisa was surprised by his sudden shift of tone. But, as it had the night before, his orders made her nipples hard and her pussy wet, so she didn't argue with him. She pulled the sweatshirt up over her head and tossed it aside. Her massive jugs joyfully bounced when released from their confinement.

Wes's surprise knocked on the door.

"Answer it," Wes ordered, "and stand up straight. Let those torpedoes jump up and say 'Hi'. Tits like those need to be seen."

She straightened her back and opened the door. As she had half expected there stood Lou Flink. What she hadn't expected was that he was carrying a large flat box and a plastic shopping bag. What was Wes up to?

Lou was just enough shorter than Lisa that, when she opened the door, he found himself eyeball to nipple with her huge, conical tits. He was completely dumbstruck. They were better than he had ever imagined.

He licked his lips and said, "Hi," weakly.

Lisa had seen men stare at her breasts before, but she had never seen anyone react like Lou. He was frozen in place and could barely speak. It was a new thrill for her. 

"I could get used to this very quickly," she thought.




Lisa Needs It Pt. 02



Lou just stood with his mouth hanging open. He'd seen countless pairs of boobs in his young life, but never like these. They were huge and conical, like two thick missiles ready to be launched. To him they were the most perfect tits he had ever seen.

Finally realizing that the poor boy wasn't going to move again without a bit of help she gently put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Come in, Lou. We don't want to give the neighbors a free show."

Lou had to force his legs to work, but he managed.

"Yes, Ms. Wembsley," he said.

As she closed the door behind Lou Lisa said, "Given why you're here you should probably start calling me Lisa."

"Yes, Ms. Wems - I mean, Lisa," Lou croaked.

"What's in the box?" Lisa asked him.

"Food," said Wes, coming to his mesmerized friend's rescue, "I figured that by now we'd be hungry and that neither one of us would feel like cooking anything, so I called Mel's Deli to order a cold cut platter. The bag should have fresh sliced rye bread and some brown mustard." Then he looked at his friend and asked, "You did remember the mustard. Didn't you?"

Lou nodded never taking his eyes off of Lisa's chest rockets.

As Wes took the box and bag from Lou he leaned over to whisper to Lisa, "Do you think you can find an interesting way to tip the delivery boy?"

"I'm sure I can come up with something," Lisa said with an almost demonic grin.

She grabbed the back of Lou's head and mashed his face into one of her soft, firm jugs. Lou got the hint immediately and began licking and biting her nipple while groping her other tit. He reached around behind the teacher to fondle her round ass. As he pulled her close Lisa felt a surprisingly thick, hard pressure against her thigh.

"That can't be real," she thought, "It's some sort of trick."

It seemed like a boner, but it felt too wide for that. Lou started dry humping her thigh as he sucked and fondled the stacked educator. Lisa began humping back. A sexual blush was spreading across her breasts. Her pussy was dripping. She had to get whatever that thing was out of Lou's pants to get a good look at it.

"Luncheon is served," Wes shouted from the kitchen.

Reluctantly Lisa and Lou disengaged from each other, both breathing raggedly.

When Lisa saw the unpacked cold cut platter and the bread laid out on her kitchen table she suddenly realized how hungry she was. She and Wes had grabbed a light snack somewhere around midnight the previous evening. But, neither of them had eaten since. She was starved. 

As the three sat at the table Lisa and Wes talked and laughed. Wes and Lisa were sitting facing each other on one side of the table while Lou sat across from them silently eating his sandwich. He was completely captivated by the movements of the fleshy cones hanging from Lisa's chest. Every time she gestured or moved the massive mounds would dance and ripple. He heard none of the conversation. He couldn't think of anything else except Lisa's tits.

Lou's fascination was turning Lisa on in a big way. She deliberately sat up straighter than usual even for her and gave her torso an extra wiggle, now and then, just for Lou's benefit.

It was everything Wes could do to not laugh out loud. He knew that Lou liked big tits a lot, but he had never seen his friend so absolutely hypnotized by a pair of them before. He had to admit that it was making his jeans feel tighter to watch those hooters bonce and dance. Lisa seemed keen on taking control of the situation. He decided to just wait and watch to see where she went with it. 

When they all had finally eaten their fill Lisa turned to Lou and said, "Come over here, honey. I want to see something."

Lou slowly rose from his chair and walked toward her. He almost ran into Wes because he was still staring at his teacher's skin mountains instead of watching where he was going.

It took every ounce of Wes's self-control to suppress a guffaw. Lisa saw Wes's dilemma and winked at him.

When Lou was standing right in front of her she lifted her tits in her hands and said, "You like these. Don't you?"

Lou nodded. Thanks to Wes he had fucked a lot of women. Despite that he was still kind of shy with the opposite sex. Lisa thought that it was kind of cute. But, there was nothing cute about the long, thick bulge in Lou's jeans. That looked more like it could be a dangerous weapon.

Lisa let go of her breasts and put Lou's hands on them. 

"Do you like the way they feel?" she cooed.

Lou nodded as he squeezed the copious female flesh she had offered him.

"Did you like sucking on them?" she purred.

Lou nodded.

"Would you like to fuck them?" she asked in a throaty contralto.

Lou nodded enthusiastically and squeezed her tits harder.

Lisa stroked the surprisingly thick bulge in Lou's pants. Lou shuddered at her touch. Lisa began unbuckling his belt still thinking that what she had felt couldn't be real. She undid the button at the top, yanked down his zipper, and lowered his jeans. The tent pole in Lou's boxers was even more impressive than the denim covered bulge she had been fondling. 

She slowly lowered his shorts and his hardon sprang out. She gasped in surprise. It wasn't as long as Wes's mighty meat, but it was a respectable eight inches. What shocked her was its thickness. It was as big around as a baseball bat. As it bobbed in front of her face she stared, almost as dumbstruck as Lou had been with her tits. She reached out to stroke it, fascinated by its girth. She couldn't reach her hand all the way around it. There was nearly an inch wide gap that her hand didn't cover. She leaned forward to lightly lick the head, tasting his pre-cum. Lou groaned. She opened her mouth as wide as she could to engulf the head. She wanted, no needed, to suck this cock. She needed to get as much of it as possible into her mouth. She wanted to know what it would feel like to have something that thick poking at the back of her throat.

She was no longer Lisa Wembsley and, to her, he was no longer Lou Flink. She wasn't a teacher about to suck a student's dick. She had suddenly become a predator. Lou had become prey. She was a Cougar, in both senses of that word, and she had her mouth on raw meat.

Wes watched spellbound at Lisa's sudden transformation from submissive slut to ravenous maneater. He started the rub the bulge in his own jeans as he watched Lisa slowly take more and more of Lou's cock into her mouth.

Lou was in heaven. No woman had ever been able to give him a satisfactory blowjob. He was just too wide for anyone to get her mouth around it. Even Mrs. Crenshaw had only been able to get about an inch and a half or so past the head. Lisa was already beyond that. She was three inches down and moving forward.

Lisa was taking Lou's broad boner as a personal challenge. She was going to get it all or choke trying. Slowly, relentlessly her lips move farther down on his meat. Her tongue swished and caressed it as she went.

Lou had lost all sense of any reality except the slick heat pleasuring his pussy prod. He had never felt anything like this in his entire life. He looked down at the woman devouring his girth. She was more than halfway down. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. It was licking and slurping surfaces on his cock he didn't even know he had.

At long last Lou felt something he thought that he would never experience. He felt a woman's nose against his pubic hair and a chin against his gonads.

"Holy fucking shit!" Lou exclaimed, "She took the whole fucking thing!"

Lisa would have smiled triumphantly if her mouth hadn't been full. She had had one last card to play, one last surprise. She snaked her tongue out to lick his balls. Lou almost lost it right then and there. Somehow, he didn't know how, he held back. He wanted this to last forever.

Wes was just as flabbergasted as Lou. He hadn't thought it possible for anyone to deep throat Lou's fat log. There was obviously a hell of a lot more to Ms. Wobbly than even he had imagined. Realizing that his buddy was losing control quickly he stood up and put his chair behind the boy and carefully guided him into the seat. Lisa followed him down never losing a millimeter of her oral grip on Lou's cock.

Just as slowly as she had gone down, Lisa started to move her head back up, licking and slurping as she went. Then she slowly took Lou back down to the root. After a while she began to get a steady rhythm going. She moved her full, soft lips up and down, up and down.

Lou was absolutely beside himself. He had heard about this kind of sensation. It had been described to him many times. He never imagined, for a moment, that he would ever be able to experience it. This incredible woman with the perfect tits was giving his cock its first serious sucking.

Wes walked around behind Lisa. Reaching around her to caress her perfect tits he whispered in her ear, "Very good. Did you know that you're the first woman who has ever been able to take all of him in her mouth and down her throat? Nobody has ever been able to open their mouth that wide before. You're getting his oral cherry. You're giving him his first real blowjob."

Lisa beamed with pride. Her pussy gushed. She wanted Wes to lift her up, pull down her yoga pants and shove his big cock into her hot twat. But, she had more immediate business to tend to. She became determined that Lou's first serious experience with fellatio would be one that he would never forget. She increased the speed of her orals assault. She tickled his balls and scrotum lightly with her fingers. She moaned around his cock sending wild vibrations through it. 

Lou's brain had completely shorted out from Lisa's actions. His heart was beating like psychotic drum solo. His breathing was ragged and short. Nothing existed except the intense, magnificent pleasure of what Lisa was doing on his stout cudgel.

Suddenly Lisa pulled her mouth off of Lou's prick and slapped her fleshy milk sacks around it.

"Lou," she said softly.

Lou's mind was so far gone that it took him a moment to realize that somebody was talking to him.

"Yes?" he squeaked.

"Do you know what I want you to do now?" she cooed.

He shook his head.

Moving her tits slowly around his cock she said, "I want you to fuck my face."

Lou stared at her wide eyed.

"I want you to cram your thick cock down my throat and shoot your cum right into my belly," she said, "Can you do that, honey?"

Lou nodded weakly.

"Good boy," she whispered.

With that she released his dick from her cleavage and plunged her mouth back down on his proud prong.

Lou grabbed the sides of her head as his hips started bucking erratically, ramming his wide wang between her lips. He jackhammered in and out of her mouth like a madman. His jizz was coming to a rolling boil in his bloated balls.

Suddenly he stiffened as he held her head tightly to his groin. He had never cum like that before. He wasn't sending spurts of ball juice into her. He was cumming in a steady stream. He was like a firehose spraying her throat with his gonad grease. He was ejaculating so much and for so long that he was almost sure that his balls would be three sizes smaller when he finished.

As Lou's ball batter rocketed straight into the hot school teacher's throat Wes reached down into her yoga pants to squeeze her clit between his thumb and forefinger. She came almost as hard as Lou did.

When Lou finally ran out of juice and loosened his grip on her head Lisa licked his cock and balls clean.

Lou sagged into the kitchen chair thoroughly spent.

Lisa gave his shrinking dick one last lick as she sat up and asked, What do you think, Lou? Did you like that?"

Lou just nodded with a goofy grin.



Lisa Needs It Pt. 03



Wes began applauding.

"Well done, Lisa," he said, "That was quite a feat. No woman has ever been able to deep throat Lou."

Lisa took a mock bow and said, "Thank you. Thank you. I'll be here 'till Thursday. Try the veal."

"I think you just did," said Wes.

They all laughed.

Lou still slumped down on a kitchen chair with his trousers around his ankles and a goofy grin on his face.

"That was amazing!" he exclaimed.

"I'm glad you liked it," said Lisa with a smile, "but, we're just getting started."

She reached out to stroke his softening cock.

"I know what you really want," the stacked teacher purred.

Lou reached out to fondle Lisa's fleshy torpedoes.

"I'll bet that you've wanted to get your thick cock in between those since the first day you came into my class," she said, "Haven't you?"

Lou nodded as he tweaked her nipples. He was starting to stiffen in her hand.

"Have you fantasized about fucking my big tits?" asked Lisa.

Lou nodded again as he marveled at the firmness of her prodigious hooters.

"Did you beat off thinking about it?" she continued.

Lou could only nod again. His cock had become a steel bar in his English teacher's hand. 

"Is this what you imagined?" she said as she released his thick prong from her hand and slapped her huge jugs around it.

"Yes!" Lou shouted, "Oh, my god! Yes!"

Lou didn't know whether to shit or go blind. First he'd been deep throated for the first time ever and now he was fucking the most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen. The fact that both happened with Lisa Wembsley, his buxom teacher, was more than the poor boy's mind could handle. He slapped his hands over Lisa's to make her tit tunnel even tighter.

Meanwhile, Wes shed his trousers, knelt down behind Lisa, and started feeling up her round ass through her yoga pants. Slowly he started to lower them off of her firm cheeks, licking as he went. Lisa gasped at the contact. After he managed to pull the yoga pants completely off of her, he bent down to start tongue fucking her hot pussy. Lisa moaned and pushed her gash onto his face in response. The tongue in her needy cunt and the thick schlong ramming her sensitive skin balloons was making her crazy with lust.

"That's it, baby," she said to Lou in a breathy contralto, "Fuck my tits. Fuck my big, teacher tits!"

Lou began jackhammering his thick cock into the soft, warm space between Lisa's jugs. Though he had imagined this scene a thousand times, the reality was far and away better than any of his fantasies. Her fleshy globes were massaging surfaces of his man meat that he didn't even know he had. The best part was that she would lick or suck the head of his cock each time it emerged from her deep cleavage.

"Oh, shit," he groaned, "I'm not going to last much longer."

"That's okay, baby," Lisa shouted, "Cum on my big tits! Cum on my slutty face! Drown me in your slimy ball grease!"

Meanwhile, Wes had withdrawn his tongue from her vaginal slot and had replaced it with two fingers as he licked her clit. Lisa's hip thrashed on his face. Wes had to use his free hand to grab one of her round ass cheeks to hold her still enough for him to continue his merciless stimulation.

Lou suddenly had an idea. He started squeezing her tis together in such a way that it brought her nipples closer together. When they finally touched her began rubbing them against each other. Just at that moment Wes stuck a third finger in her twat and began nibbling her clit. Lisa's orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She screamed and convulsed. The convulsions put Lou over the top. 

"Cumming," he gasped, "Cumming!"

He fired spurt after spurt into her cavernous cleavage. He shot it on her face and in her hair. He couldn't seem to stop. He just kept spewing his viscous juice all over his sexy teacher. She was drenched from her tits to her hairline. Her face was completely covered in a semen glaze.

Lou finally stopped spurting at about the same time that Lisa stopped convulsing. Lou collapsed back in his chair as Lisa slumped her head down in his lap.

Through labored breathing Lisa said, "That was just incredi-- EEP!"

Wes stopped eating her, rammed his stiff, foot-long hotdog into her dripping gash, and began fucking her savagely. He hadn't given her time to get through the afterglow of her huge orgasm before he started stuffing her. 

Lisa humped back at him striving to drive that mighty broadsword deeper into her sheath. She wrapped her hands around Lou's softening prick and gripped it as though she was a tenderfoot on horseback for the first time and Lou's dick was the saddle horn.

"Fuck me!" she screamed, "Fuck my hot pussy!"

Lou pushed her mouth down over his the head of his cock as Wes brutally pounded her cunt. Lisa's brain was shorting out from the severe overstimulation. She became oblivious to everything except the cock in her twat and the cock in her mouth.

Just as suddenly as he had rammed it in Wes yanked his pole out of her pussy. The abrupt emptiness startled her. 

"No," she whined around Lou's thick prick. She lifted her mouth off of him long enough to whine, "Please. Please don't stop fucking me."

Then she felt Wes part her ass cheeks and rub the head of his main mast against her little rosebud.

"Yes," she hissed passionately, "Fuck me in the ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard!"

Lou stuffed his cock back into her mouth as Wes slowly pushed his mighty meat into her nether hole. He knew that he had to be careful with his first penetration. At his size he could hurt her if he stuffed it in too quickly. He didn't want to do that. He just wanted to bang her poop chute until she screamed in ecstasy. 

When he was in all the way he began languorously moving his hips back and forth. Lisa moaned around Lou's cock. The vibrations made Lou shudder with joy. 

Lisa had never before realized how unbelievably wonderful anal sex could be. She humped back at Wes trying to get him to pick up the pace. Wes got the message and began fucking her in a slightly faster, but more regular rhythm. 

She had never had sex with more than one man before. She loved having two hard cocks to play with. She bobbed her head rapidly on Lou's pole as she pushed back against Wes trying to get him to fuck her ass harder and faster.

Wes leaned forward until his mouth was right next to Lisa's ear.

"Do you like that?" he asked with an aggressive growl.

Lisa pulled her mouth from Lou's prick and whispered, "Yes."

Lou knew what his friend was up to, so her grabbed Lisa's tits and wrapped them around his schlong.

"Do you like having my big dick in your tight, little asshole?" Wes continued.

"Yes," Lisa responded with a hint of desperation for the fucking to continue.

"Do you want me to ram your ass like I rammed your cunt?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to ram your ass like Lou rammed you huge tits?"

"Yes!"

"Do you think that you've been thoroughly and totally fucked?

"Yes!" Lisa shouted, "And I want more! Please, keep fucking my ass."

"We haven't even started yet, slut," Wes said.

With that Wes put one hand under each of her knees and lifted her off the ground. He stood up with his stiff pole still firmly lodged inside of her.

Knowing what was coming Lou scrambled to his feet. Wes sat down in the chair that Lou had just vacated with Lisa's legs spread widely apart. Lou knelt down in front of her. He lined up his wide cudgel with the opening of her moist muff. Suddenly realizing what they were about to do, Lisa trembled with desire.

Wes growled into her ear, "Now, you're going to be fucked!"

As Wes began cramming her ass in earnest Lou shoved his cock into her slick vagina and humped her like a man possessed. He plunged his tongue into her mouth. He didn't care that her face was slimy with his jizz. All he cared about was the fact that, at long last, he had his dick inside his gorgeous English teacher. He was giving Lisa Wembsley a serious pork injection. He was fucking Ms. Wobbly.

Wes had fucked women in the ass before, but he had never been in an ass that was this tight and hot, or with a woman we seemed to enjoy it this much. He moved in and out of her snug chute as hard as he could. He wanted to give her a fucking that she would never forget. He reached around her to grab her massive jugs and immediately realized the Lou had beaten him to it. He didn't care. He squeezed and fondled ever surface of her tits that Lou wasn't already covering. Lisa's ass clamped down on him like velvet vise. He knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. Very soon he would be filling her ass with his hot hollandaise.

Lisa was an absolute inferno inside. She had fantasized for years about being with two men at once. None of her fantasies came within miles of the magnificently brutal pounding she was getting from Wes and Lou. She had never felt so full or so turned on. She had a cock in her ass, a cock in her pussy, a man's tongue in her mouth, and four hands mauling her tits. She had finally given up on trying to decide which way to hump back at the two men and just let herself go limp. She was a buxom, fleshy rag doll being mercilessly impaled on two mighty, male spears. She could feel her orgasm building. She wanted it. She needed it. She knew it would probably be so huge that she would pass out. She didn't care. She was being fucked like she had never been fucked before and she didn't ever want it to stop.

Wes threw his head back and bellowed as he released his cock cream into Lisa's tight rear. At nearly the same time Lou moaned and filled her cunt with what felt like gallons of his precious, manly mead. The two clutched her tits and pinched her nipples so hard that it hurt. Lisa screeched like psychotic banshee as her orgasm hit her. She writhed, convulsed, shook, and shivered with the intensity of it. She felt like every cell in her body had burst into flame. 

Just before she lost consciousness she thought, "Before the weekend is over these two just might fuck me to death. What a wonderful way to die."



Lisa Needs It Pt. 04



Harry Thwinkle was on top of the world! His career had finally turned the corner. He had just closed the biggest deal of his life. Not only that, his new client had promised referrals which could lead to deals the same size or bigger. He was on finally on his way!

The best part was that he had closed the deal on Friday which meant that he could come home two days early. Instead of dragging himself home late on Monday night, a cab was taking him home from the airport on Saturday afternoon.

This was going to change his and Lisa's lives forever! He couldn't wait to tell her. He couldn't wait to fuck her. The last bit was a new thought for him. He had never regarded sex with his stacked, live-in girlfriend in such crude terms before. But, he knew it was true. They weren't going to make love. They were going to fuck! She wasn't going to take his penis in her mouth. She was going to suck his cock! He had also decided that he was going to do the one thing that he had wanted to do since the day he met her. He was going to fuck her ass! 

She had never permitted it. The one time that he had brought up anal sex, early on in their relationship, she had become livid. She had screamed at and berated him for an hour-and-a-half. Then she didn't talk to him for nearly two days. Even after they made up, the subject remained the elephant in the room every time they had sex. 

Well, this time it would be different. He was feeling energized. He was feeling strong. He was feeling manly. He was feeling virile!

He was going to get her so hot that she'd beg for it. Then he was going ram himself home into that sweet, round ass and take her anal virginity. He was going cornhole her as hard as he could and make her scream for more! 

He knew just how he was going to start, too. At that time of day on a Saturday Lisa was usually out running errands, buying groceries and things. Harry planned to go home, stash his luggage, strip, get into bed and wait for Lisa to get home. When she discovered him in the bed he would pretend to be asleep and wake up if she tried to leave the room quietly. Then he would tell her about the big deal he'd just closed as she sat on the bed to talk. After they started kissing he would whip back the covers, place her hand on his stiff dick and get things started. Today he would have her ass!

When the cab pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building Harry noticed that Lisa's car was still parked in her spot.

"Okay," he thought, "plan B."

Plan B was almost like plan A except that it meant that he would start clothed instead of naked and he'd lose part of the element of surprise.

The cab ride from the airport was twenty-five dollars. He tipped the cabby ten. He was in a very good mood and he figured, things being what they were, he could afford the extravagance. 

He bounded up the stairs to the second floor so energized with anticipation that his luggage felt almost weightless. 

As he put his key in the lock he decided not to announce himself. He would look around the apartment to find out where she was and sneak up behind her to surprise her.

He closed the door behind him and was about to go looking for Lisa when her heard sounds coming from the livingroom. He readily identified one of the sounds as Lisa. It was the distinct winded, mewling sound she made when she was either working out or having sex, but it seemed strangely muffled. The other sounds were of one, possibly two other people breathing heavily.

He crept slowly toward the livingroom and stuck his head through the doorway to see what was making those sounds. What he saw froze him in his tracks. 

He stood in the doorway slack-jawed when he saw his sweet, sexually conservative girlfriend on her hands and knees in the middle of their couch being fucked from both ends. There was one short, barrel chested fellow madly humping her from behind and another, much taller fellow with his dick in her mouth. No wonder her sounds seemed muffled. A second look told him the she wasn't sucking him. He was fucking her face! Then he realized the both of her lovers seemed to be teenagers. My God! She was fucking two of her students! Had she lost her mind? What was going on? 

He wanted to run over to stop it. He wanted to, at least, call out. But, he was so shocked that he couldn't move. He couldn't find his voice.

Suddenly, Lisa pushed the taller one away from her, pulled her mouth off his cock, threw her head back and yelled, "Fuck my ass harder! Make it count! Fuck harder!" 

Harry sagged against the doorway like a slowly deflating balloon. He would never be able to take Lisa's virgin ass now.

The worst part of it all was that, despite the devastating shock, the soul-draining disappointment, and the blind rage, his dick was getting harder by the second. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Her muffled mewling combined with the way her huge tits swayed, danced and, jiggled in time with the brutal motions of the two boys was turning him on like nothing ever had before. It was making him hot in ways that could never have imagined. His pecker was so stiff that it hurt.

He finally managed to stand up more or less straight and to find his voice.

He tried to bellow in a commanding tone, "Lisa!" But, it came out more like a strangled whine, "What are you doing?"

Both boys froze.

Lisa yanked her mouth of the taller boy's cock again, and looked in shock at her boyfriend. The look only lasted a second.

She recovered quickly and said, "I'm fucking! What does it look like I'm doing, Harry?"

There was no reasonable response to that question, so Harry remained silent.

Lisa stood up, which made the shorter boy's cock slide out of her no longer virgin ass with a soft slurping sound. The boy started to look around the room as though looking for something, probably his clothes. He looked like he wanted to get the hell out of there immediately if not sooner. The taller boy motioned to his friend as if telling him to calm down and stay put. The shorter boy complied. 

Lisa lazily sauntered across the room to give her boyfriend a big hug.

"Welcome home, Baby," she cooed, "You're back early."

Harry's voice had left him again. It was all too much for him to handle. Coming home and finding his prim, proper girlfriend getting double dicked by two teenagers was strange enough. But, her completely surprising and inappropriate response to being caught in the act was turning his brain inside out.

Lisa gave Harry a big, wet kiss. It didn't taste like her. The taste was probably that tall kid's dick. Instead of disgusting him it was adding fuel to his fire.

"We seem to have developed a little problem, Honey," in a syrupy voice, "We need to talk."

Harry could only nod in response.

"But first you need to take off all those clothes, Baby," Lisa continued.

Harry looked at her incredulously as though she had just asked him to fly to Mars by merely flapping his arms.

"Harry," she said firmly, "You're the only one in the room who isn't naked. That could make things a bit awkward. So, take off all your clothes, Honey."

Harry just stood and stared at her. He couldn't make any sense of what was going on. It was as though the entire world had suddenly gone completely mad and nobody had bothered to tell him.

Lisa put her mouth right next to Harry's ear and said, in the tone of voice the stacked school teacher usually reserved for berating the class clown, "Harry Thwinkle, if you don't strip right this minute I can absolutely guarantee that you will never lay hands on my hot body again. Is that clear?"

Harry nodded weakly and began to shed his clothing. 

As he did Lisa turned to the boys and said, "Gentlemen would stand up, please?"

They stood up. The shorter boy still looked vaguely panicked. The taller boy crossed his arms looking calmly amused.

When Harry was finally naked Lisa led him over to a plush armchair directly across the room from the couch. When he was seated she put a hand on each of the chair's arms and dangled her huge tits in front of him. He immediately took a boob in each hand and buried his face between them. 

Reaching down to stroke Harry's five inch stiffy she Lisa said softly, "This is turning you in. Isn't it? Your penis has gotten hard."

Harry nodded into her cleavage. She let him nuzzle her tits for a few minutes then she abruptly stood up. Harry reached for her again, but she slapped his hands away.

"Maybe later, Honey," she said, "First we have to talk." 

"Okay," Harry said in a tiny, childish whine.

"As I said, you penis is hard. But, that's the problem," Lisa explained.

Harry looked at her in confusion.

"A penis," she continued, "just doesn't do it for me anymore. I need COCK!"

She took two steps backward, pointed to the taller of the two boys and said, "Wes has a COCK!"

The boy she called Wes had exactly that. It had to be, at least, a foot long and almost as thick as his girlfriend's wrist. Harry had never seen one that big. He'd heard about them. He'd even occasionally read about them. But, he thought it was just fiction. He never imagined that such a thing could actually exist. 

Lisa pointed the barrel chested boy and said, "Lou has a COCK!"

It was a few inches shorter than Wes's, but thick as a beer can.

Lisa stepped forward to lean over Harry and dangle her tits in his face again. He desperately wanted to grab them, but somehow he knew that he shouldn't. She took his chin gently in her hand and lifted his head until their eyes met.

"Believe it or not I still love you, honey," she said, "and still want to have a life with you." She stood up again, "But, making love to a boy just isn't good enough anymore. I need to be FUCKED by MEN!" She pointed to Wes and Lou, "Those are MEN!"

She bent down again to whisper almost plaintively in his ear, "Do you understand, Baby?"

Harry nodded.

"Good," she said, "Now I'm going to go back to finish what we started. You just stay right here and watch. If you behave yourself I'll let you cum between my big tits later. Okay, Baby?"

"Okay," said Harry in that same tiny voice.

"Good boy," Lisa cooed, stretching out the vowels.

Harry loved the way she said it. It almost made him cum right then and there.

Lisa gave him a peck on the cheek and sauntered back over to the couch, giving her luscious ass an extra sway just for Harry's benefit.

She resumed her position on her hands and knees and said, "Now, where were we, guys?"

"I believe that I was fucking your throat while Lou was fucking your ass," Wes said with a grin.

Lisa looked back at Lou, who had resumed his position behind her, and said, "Lou, I'm getting a little sore back there. I think that part of me has had it for one day."

"No problem," said Lou, "Your hot, wet pussy is even better." Then he turned and winked at Harry.

Harry had never seen anything like this. He had never dreamed of anything like this. He started stroking his stiffy.

Lou grabbed Lisa's round, firm ass cheeks in his hands and was just about to ram his cock home when Wes held up a hand to stop him.

"Wait a minute," Wes said.

"Why?" Lou and Lisa asked at the same time.

Wes lifted Lisa's head to meet his eyes in just the same way that she had done with Harry.

"Lisa," Wes said firmly, "you did a very good job explaining all of this to Harry. But, you seem to have left out an important detail. There is something that Harry still needs to know."

Lisa knew exactly what he meant.

"He wouldn't," she thought, "He couldn't!"

But, she knew that he would. The very thought made her clit throb with need and anticipation.

"Let's go through this one more time," Wes said calmly.

They had been through it countless times since they had started on Friday afternoon. This time was different. There was something more demeaning and, as a result, more exciting about having to say it in front of Harry, especially after what she had just done to him.

"What are you?" asked Wes, his tone of voice forbidding any evasion.

"A slut," said Lisa.

"A what?" Wes barked, "I don't think that Harry heard you."

"A slut," Lisa shouted, "I'm a slut!"

Harry tightened his grip on his woody.

Lisa had no idea why making that humiliating admission turned her on so quickly. It got her motor running from zero to sixty almost immediately. Doing in front of Harry was making her even hotter. 

"I'm a skanky, big-titted, cock sucking SLUT!" she continued, "I want you to fuck me right now with your big, hard dicks!" 

"Well," said Wes, "since you asked so nicely..."

With that both men rammed themselves into her quivering body. She moaned and whimpered with lust around the twelve inch schlong lodged in her throat as she frantically humped back at the thick dong in her dripping cunt. Her massive breasts shimmied and quavered in time with the brutality of their fucking. 

Lou's hips were a blur as he banged mercilessly away at her gash. He reached down to start harshly diddling her clit as he fucked her. Wes, meanwhile had a death grip on her big tits as he repeatedly slammed her face.

Harry was beside himself. He wanted to cum in the worst way, but he knew had had to hold out. He didn't want to blow now and miss the chance to have Lisa make good on her promise of letting him cum between her tits. It was another one of those things that he had wanted to do for years, but she would never let him do. He watched her writhing at the sexual onslaught. Her giant boobs vibrated like water balloons in an earthquake. Finally he saw the curvy English teacher go limp as though she had finally given up trying to keep pace with the two teenagers and had resigned herself to just being their cum-bucket. Every once in a while her body would tremble in an almost counter motion to the fucking. Harry knew that body language well.

"Shit!" he thought, "She's cumming! She's having repeated orgasms from this!"

He had never imagined that he had been living with such a dedicated cock-hound all this time. The thought made him more desperate to empty his nuts than he could ever remember being. His balls were starting to hurt. But, he knew he had to hold out.

Suddenly, Wes yanked his foot-long hotdog out of the woman's mouth and shouted, "Are you ready, Lou?"

"As ready as I'm ever going to get!" his friend answered as he vacated her vagina.

"Assume the position, slut!" Wes bellowed. 

Lisa got down on her knees on the carpet with the men standing on either side of her. She grasped a huge dick in each of her tiny hands and began to jack them off. It didn't take long for them to start spurting their viscous sludge all over her face and tits. They both roared as Lisa's skilled fingers emptied their gonads on her body. Rope after rope of boiling sperm shot onto her nose, into her hair, and into the deep space between her fleshy mountains. She whined and moaned with unbridled lust as each volley hit her soft skin.

Harry sat goggle-eyed at the spectacle. She was drenched in the jizz of two big dicked teenagers and she seemed to love it. Where had this woman been hiding for the five years that they had been together?

When Wes and Lou finally ran out of juice the three lovers collapsed on the couch in a crumpled heap.

"That was intense," said Lisa, "I need some rest."

"Not quite yet," said Wes with a grin.

Lisa looked at him quizzically.

"It seems to me that you made a little promise to Harry a little while ago," said Wes, "and he has been a good boy through all of this."

With a wide smile Lisa said, "You're right."

She got to her feet and started walking slowly toward her boyfriend. Her huge, cum soaked tits swayed hypnotically with swing of her hips.

The movement riveted Harry's attention. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he could see the two teens gathering their clothes.

Lisa knelt down in front of Harry and said, "You were a very good boy. So I'm going to give you that special treat I promised you."

Harry grinned like a child who had been offered an extra cookie.

"You're going to get to cum between Mama's big tits," Lisa purred.

With that she slapped her slimy mams around his stiffy and started stroking with her copious flesh. Harry was in heaven. He didn't care that her jugs were slick with teenage ball batter. He was too horny for that. He started jackhammering his little woody through the deep, greasy crevasse. He moaned and bucked as he fucked her tits. He never wanted it to end. But, all too soon he shuddered and gasped as his whole body stiffened while he added a half ounce to the gallon or so of semen covering Lisa's upper body. 

As his body settled down after his tiny nuts were emptied he heard the front door close.

Lisa made a mental note to thank Lou and Wes for leaving her alone with Harry.

"That was incredible," Harry wheezed.

"I'm glad you liked it, Baby," Lisa said lovingly, "There's one thing I need you to do for me, though."

"What's that?" Harry asked.

With a Cheshire Cat grin Lisa said, "Lick me clean."

Harry had been right about one thing. His and Lisa's lives were going to change forever, just not the way he had thought in the cab.



Lisa Needs It



"Why don't you show yourself," he answered, "why don't you take it out?"

Without skipping a beat Lisa wrenched free of his grasp, dropped to her knees and started clawing at his belt. She was so horny and desperate that she couldn't think straight. She almost couldn't make her hands work right to get his belt undone. She whimpered in frustration. When she finally got it undone she undid the button, ripped down the zipper, and yanked his pants down to the floor. 

Wes had decided to save a step and go commando. So when Lisa whipped his trousers down his stiff cock sprang up and hit her in the chin. It surprised her so much that she stumbled backwards and landed on her gorgeous ass. For a moment she just sat the staring slack-jawed at the massive pussy pleaser. It stood up tall and proud, twelve inches steel hard flesh. It was a thick as her wrist and hovered above a sack containing balls the size of tangerines.

"Beautiful," she whispered. 

Lisa pulled herself back onto her knees. Slowly she reached out to run one finger along the bottom of the shaft. She leaned forward and gave the head a big, wet kiss.

Wes groaned and said, "Well, what do you think, Ms. Wembsley?"

As she worshipfully stroked his schlong she said, "I think, at this point, you can start calling me Lisa."

Wes grinned as he asked, "And what do you think you should call me?"

Lisa's hand didn't miss a beat as she looked up at Wes and said resolutely, "Sir!"

"That's right," he said, caressing her cheek, "Good girl."

"Will you fuck me now?" she begged.

Wes took off his shirt as he said, "I don't know."

Lisa looked panic stricken. "Why?" she squeaked as Wes sat down on the couch to remove his shoes and socks so that he could completely remove his pants.

"What more do you want me to do?" she pleaded, "Do you want to fuck my mouth?" She made a kissing gesture with her thick, pillowy lips. "Do you want me to make you cum with my breasts?" She held up her still covered flesh mountains as if in offering. 

Wes shushed her by holding a finger to his lips. He walked over to her and lifted her up to her feet. Then her whispered in her ear, "You don't have breasts."

Lisa was about to object to the ludicrous falsehood when Wes continued, "Women have breasts, "he said, "Ladies have breasts."

She knew exactly where he was going with this and she couldn't wait for him to get there.

"You," he whispered firmly, "are neither. Do you know what you are?"

As Wes grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly against his throbbing meat it took every ounce of her strength to whimper, "I'm a slut."

"What did you say?" he asked as he fondled her magnificent globes, "I didn't quite hear you."

"I'm a slut!" she shouted.

"A what?" he asked.

She was nearly in tears as she shrieked, "I'm a SLUT! I'm a skanky, horny SLUT!"

"Whose slut?" he asked.

Wes moved his hands from her ass to her bulging funbags as Lisa looked up into his eyes and croaked, "Your slut."

"That's right," he said firmly, "and sluts don't have breasts," he slid his hands up under her t-shirt as he said, "What do sluts have?"

"TITS!" she shouted, "Sluts have tits!"

"That's right," he said softly, "Sluts have tits," he gently twisted both of her nipples eliciting a low moan from his slut, "And,yes, I want to fuck your tits."

He withdrew his hands and pulled her t-shirt back down as he said, "But, not right now." He took a step back from her and looked intently into her eyes.

Lisa dropped back to her knees and lunged at his crotch. She grabbed his ass and pressed her face against him to lick and nuzzle his huge, cum filled gonads.

"What else do I have to do?" she cried, "I've debased myself in every way I've ever imagined. I'm so horny I can't even think anymore?" 

She delicately lifted balls and gave his scrotum a long lick and a big, sloppy kiss. Wes's knees almost buckled. 

As she carefully lowered his balls she looked up at him and whimpered, "What else do I have to do to get you to FUCK ME!"

Wes was in a position that every male at school, perhaps every male that had ever seen this woman, would cut off his left arm to be in. He was standing over Lisa Wembsley as she groveled at his crotch and begged to be fucked. To his dying day Wes never knew where he got the strength to remove her hands from his ass and take another step back away from her. But, he did it. 

"Well, for a start," he said with a smile, if a somewhat shaky voice, "If we're going to fuck one of us is overdressed."

Lisa leaped to her feet, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and whipped it up over her head. Her boobs bounced and jiggled delightfully when freed from their confinement. She then kicked off her pumps and shimmied out of her hotpants. When she stood upright again she clasped her hand behind her head to make torpedoes stand out.

"See anything you like?" she said with a sexy smile. 

"I see almost everything I like," Wes answered.

"Almost?" Lisa pouted.

"Well, I can't see your incredible butt," Wes said with a grin. He made a twirling gesture with his hand and continued, "Turn around so that I can see the rest of the package."

Lisa turned as ordered. When she had her back to Wes she bent down to grasp her ankles, waggled her ass at him, looked over her shoulder and said, "Better?"

"Very nice" said Wes.

He walked up behind her and began to caress one of her soft, round globes with his hand. The contact made Lisa shiver with lust. No man had ever touched her quite like that. Then it dawned on her. That was the root of this whole thing. That's why she was reacting the way she was. Despite his youth Wes was a man not a boy. Though his words were sharp and crude his touch had been delicate and loving. Even when he has squeezed her boobs it was a gentle squeeze. It had been intended to give her pleasure rather than just to cop a feel. Every move Wes had made had been intended to give her some sort of physical thrill. Every other male she had been with, boys as she suddenly found herself thinking of them, had treated her well socially and had been, for the most part, fun in bed. But, even Harry, who was one of the best lovers she'd been with so far, had a tendency to grope. Even Harry couldn't seem to wait to get inside of her. Any of the boys would have been happily humping away by now. Wes had been in her apartment for nearly half an hour and he was just now gotten her naked. 

As if on cue Wes firmly grasped her rounded butt cheeks and slipped the head of his big dick into her dripping slot. Lisa moaned at the contact. With excruciating slowness Wes pushed more and more of his pole into her pussy. Part of it was continued teasing. But, just as much it was that Wes knew that some women couldn't handle his length and girth. So, he always made a point of taking his time with initial penetration. 

Wes looked down to watch as Lisa's fish mouth swallowed more and more of his harpoon. 

"Thank you," Lisa moaned, "so good."

When his cock was halfway inside her Wes stopped and asked, "Are you okay? Is this enough?" He didn't want to hurt her. He just wanted to spend the rest of the weekend schtuping her in every position either one of them could think of.

"Don't stop," she cooed, "I want it all." She pushed back against him forcing more of him into her. "I want every inch of that thing."

"Okay," he said, "You asked for it."

Slowly but surely he pushed the rest of his cock into her pussy. When he was balls deep inside her he stopped for a moment reveling in the pleasure of it. She was hot, slick and tight. The pressure of her vaginal walls sheathing his sword was exquisite. She had taken it all with whimpers of pleasure not of pain. He was in poontang heaven.

Lisa had never felt so full. She had never had a cock like this inside of her. The best part was that it was attached to a man who knew how to use it and her. She moaned as he withdrew his prong from her pussy with painstaking sloth until just the head was still in her. Then she moaned again as, at the same speed, Wes pushed himself back in. 

"So good," she whimpered, "So good. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

He repeated the slow strokes in and out of her cunt several time. On the fifth stroke out he reached under them and began to diddle her clit. She gasped and had two small orgasms in rapid succession.

"Ohhhh, Stop," she cried, "I can't stand."

"Fucked out already?" Wes grinned.

"No," she said trying to catch her breath. "I mean that I literally can't stand anymore. I can't stay on my feet if you keep doing that."

"Sorry about that," said Wes with a chuckle, "I didn't mean to be quite that intense."

"No!" she said, "Don't apologize. It was wonderful and I want more, just not in that position."

"Fair enough," he said.

As Lisa dropped to her hands and knees Wes knew that it was time to get serious. Now that he knew that she could take all of him without discomfort he wasn't going to hold back. He was going to fuck her ragged.

When Lisa was in position she looked over her shoulder, waggled her ass and said, "Now, where were we?"

"Right," Wes said as he gripped her beautiful butt firmly, "here!" and rammed his cock home.

She gasped as he shoved it in. After the slow, almost laconic fuck that he had her before, she hadn't expected this from him. She wasn't complaining. She was just surprised. He was moving in and out of her twat like a mad man. 

She started chanting, "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She was humping back at him as hard as he was humping at her. She squeezed her vaginal walls tightly around his hard piston in time with their movements. 

The trick wasn't lost on Wes it was the most amazing pressure his dick had ever felt.

"Where the hell did you learn to do that?" he managed to catch enough breath to ask.

"In college," she answered just as breathlessly.

"If that's what they teach in college I definitely want to go," he said as his hips picked up speed. 

The combination of her slick tightness, rhythmic pussy pulses, and her sheer enthusiasm were almost more than he could take. He couldn't believe how hot to trot this woman was. He was getting the fuck of his life. He had never had a sexual experience quite this intense. He knew that he wasn't going to last much longer.

For her part Lisa was in heaven. She had never had a cock this big or a man who knew how to use it this well. Wes was pulling almost all the way out of her before he would ram it back in. The entire universe had ceased to exist for her. There was nothing left but the heat in her cunt and the foot long schlong that was filling it. Just as she felt herself building to a mind shattering climax Wes reached down with one hand and began fondling one of her tits. With his other hand he started diddling her clit again. 

That put her over the edge. She screamed as her pussy exploded with pleasure.

"So good," she cried, "so fucking good."

Wes didn't let up he just switched hands so that he work on her other tit. His hips were a blur he was ramming in and out of her so fast. Lisa had series of smaller climaxes after that, one with almost every other thrust of Wes's mighty cock.

At long last Wes let go of her tit, gripped her ass and shouted, "I can't take any more. I'm cumming!"

"Not in my pussy!" Lisa shouted. "Cum in my mouth!"

Lisa had never done that before in her life. She had never even wanted to. She had always thought the very idea to be disgusting. But, this time wanted it desperately. She had to do this for Wes and for herself. It would be a final act of gratitude and submission to the huge cock and the man it was attached to that had just given her so much pleasure.

She quickly yanked her cunt off of his prong knowing that it was the only way he was going to pull out at that moment. She just as quickly turned around and jammed his prick into her mouth. She had only gotten about three inches of it in when Wes's balls erupted. As he shot volley after volley of jizz into her mouth she tried gamely to keep up and swallow it all. There was just too much of it, though. Wes was gripping her head to hold her in place as he emptied his balls into her warm wet mouth. 

The sheer volume of cock cream jetting between her thick lips was just too much for her. It filled her mouth until her cheeks bulged. It started leaking out of her lips and dribbling down her chin and onto her tits. She couldn't believe how much it was turning her on. She was almost ready for another orgasm, a damned big on this time. 

When Wes shouted, "That's it, SLUT! Suck me off! Swallow my jizz!" that was all it took.

Just as Wes shot his last load of ball butter down her hungry throat her whole body exploded in a bone crushing climax. 

She screeched with pleasure. Wes, now spent, fell backwards onto the carpet. Lisa slumped down next to him swallowing the rest of what was in her mouth and scooping up the rest it off of her tits with her fingers. She wanted every drop of that precious fluid in her belly. 

The spot she had dropped down onto in her living room left her looking directly at Wes's still hard cock. With Wes flat on his back it stood up tall and proud like a missile about to be launched. She slowly reached out to stroke the stiff, powerful pole. It was so hard and yet so soft to the touch. She propped herself up on one elbow and put the cock in her mouth. She slid her lips about halfway down it before her gag reflex kick in. She was pretty proud of herself for taking that much. She got more than had been in her mouth when he had cum and she could taste herself on it as well as him. She decided that she liked both flavors. 

Suddenly she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. 

"Come up here," said Wes softly. 

Lisa reluctantly let go of his dick and scooted herself up until they were face to face.

"Kiss me," he said.

"Let me go rinse out my mouth first," she answered.

"No," he said.

With that he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a deep searing kiss. She was startled by the move. After all that had just happened it was the last thing that she expected. Despite that she found it strangely comforting. She even sort of knew why, although she hadn't actually had a chance to put words to the thought. He had called her a slut. He had made her call herself a slut. He had used every crude word he could think of to describe her body and her sexuality. Then he had fucked her savagely, almost brutally. In spite of all that he was willing to kiss her while their combined juices were still in her mouth. After all that had happened, all the name calling, and shameless language he didn't think that she was dirty. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted her juice drenched tongue in his mouth. She returned the kiss with more passion and ardor than she had ever given to a kiss in her life. She was not going to let this amazing man getaway any time soon. It was going to be a long weekend.