Norma Egan
Boy-craving wife

CHAPTER ONE

Edith Burns, a shapely big-breasted woman of forty, stood in front of her bedroom mirror stroking her pussy. Her finger played up and down over the slick hot lump of her clit, over the steamy wet flesh of her gash. Her husband Harold had indicated that he might want to fuck tonight, and Edith was almost too excited to wait.

"Are you coining to bed now, Harold?" she called.

From the living room came Harold's high tenor voice: "Just a few minutes, dear. I want to catch the rest of this program."

Edith sighed loudly. It must have been over a month since she and Harold had fucked, yet he seemed to be in no hurry. She felt desperate. Her starved pussy was swollen, aching, and soaked with oozing cunt-cream. Damnit all, she was a normal healthy woman who needed steady fucking, and her husband just wasn't giving it to her! Moaning with need, Edith rubbed her clit faster, harder. Melting waves of pleasure rippled through her belly. She was halfway tempted to bring herself off with her finger. But, no, she'd wait and hope that Harold would fuck her. A cock beat a finger any day of the year. She masturbated a lot, just to keep her sanity, but she much preferred the real thing, a good stiff prick in her juicy little cunt.

As she fingered her swollen moist clit, Edith studied herself in the mirror. She was tall, a stunning red-haired beauty with tits the size of small watermelons. Her rosy-red nipples were large and cone-shaped. Her fiery-red bush was thick and expansive, covering half her lower belly. Her curvy body was still firm and sleek, even at forty.

Not bad for a woman who'd been married twenty years. Edith was still damned attractive, and she knew it. Too bad she had to waste it on Harold. She spun her fingertip around the soaked hot shaft of her clit, moaning softly as the heady pleasure washed through her belly. Just once in her life she'd like to fuck somebody besides her mousy, scholarly husband. There had to be men in the world who were more interested in fucking than Harold was.

"Ohhhhh, God, I need it so badly," Edith moaned.

Her finger raced faster around the sensitive shaft of her soaked joy bud on. Not once in all the years of their marriage had she cheated on Harold. She'd never fucked another man in her life. But tonight she was terribly tempted. She was so horny she could have screamed, and there was her husband glued to the TV, watching some damned program about endangered bird species.

"Shit," Edith whispered, "doesn't he ever get horny?"

In the early years of their marriage, they'd had a normal sex life, but lately Harold hardly seemed interested at all. Edith and her husband ran their own private school, the Burns School for Boys, and when Harold wasn't teaching, he was off in the woods looking for butterflies or watching birds. Or reading or watching TV. He was only fifty, but he might as well have burn eighty.

Edith flung her head back, swinging her long, shiny carrot-red hair. Once again she studied her body. She felt sure that any normal man would have been eager to I fuck her. Why not find out? The only problem was, the school was located in a remote rural area, and the only other males around were their two dozen teenage students.

Edith wondered if she could possibly bring herself to fuck a boy young enough to be her own son.

At this point, the answer was yes. Definitely yes. She was so horny, she'd fuck anything with a good hard cock. She seized her soaked steamy clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to knead the slick button. Hot cream gushed from her horny cunt-mouth and trickled down her thighs. Damn Harold anyhow, wouldn't he ever finish with his stupid program? Edith frigged her clit faster.

Probably no point in waiting for him. He'd probably plead weariness and just go to sleep. If she wanted any relief from the nagging lust in her pussy, she'd have to do it herself. Still kneading her soaked love-bud, she used her free hand to rub the drooling mouth of her cunt. She stiffened her middle finger and slowly eased it into the molten hot juicing tunnel of her twat.

"Ahhhhh, God," Edith gasped. That stiff finger in her cunt felt so good.

She kneaded her slick throbbing clit faster and faster. She began to pump her finger in her cunt, working it stiffly up and down. Her whole pussy seemed near to exploding with pleasure. She needed to come urgently. Yes, to hell with Harold, she'd get her satisfaction alone. She frigged her cunt and elk harder and harder.

Just then Harold walked into the room.

Edith blushed furiously and whipped her cream, soaked hands out of her flaming-hot pussy. To her relief, Harold actually hadn't noticed that she'd been standing naked in front of the mirror, frigging herself. She could tell by the glazed expression on his face that he was still thinking about rare and endangered birds. He stumbled over to the bed and began to undress.

Edith quickly moved to the bed and stretched out. "Good program, dear?" she asked.

"Uh-huh," Harold said.

He hadn't even heard her. He was daydreaming as he removed his clothes and draped them over a chair. Naked, he approached the bed. His pale prick was absolutely limp, flopping and waving as he moved. Edith could have cried with frustration. Earlier, after dinner, he'd patted her on the ass and kissed her, which, was hot passion for Harold. She'd been sure he'd want to fuck tonight.

Well, she wasn't going to be left high and dry, not this time. As Harold started to lift the covers, she said, "Wait, dear. Wouldn't you like to make love? I would."

Harold blinked. "What?" he muttered.

Edith sighed. She wondered if she really wanted him. At fifty Harold was a scrawny little guy in glasses, his sandy hair thinning, his body wormy-pale. Not exactly Paul Newman. But as Edith's eyes drifted over his skinny body, they came to rest on his cock. So what if he wasn't the most attractive man in the world? He had a cock, and his cock could get hard.

"I said, wouldn't you like to make love?" Edith patiently repeated. "I'll be frank, darling – I really need to fuck."

Harold reddened. He'd never heard his wife use that dirty word before. But her language had an effect on him. At least he heard and understood what she was saying. He managed a weak smile and lay down beside her, on top of the covers. Edith thought she saw his limp pale cock give a little twitch. Could it be that filthy language turned Harold on?

Edith snuggled against him and said huskily, "I'm so horny, Harold. I'd just love to feel your nice hard cock in my cunt."

Harold's blush deepened – but his cock twitched again. Edith knew she was on the right track. She reached out and curled her fingers around his semi-soft prick. She squeezed and pumped the rubbery warm meat, and Harold gawked at her. She'd never played with his cook before, never used dirty words before.

"I love your cock, Harold," she breathed. "I love to fuck your cock."

That did it. Harold's prick went hard as a rock in her fist. Edith felt his dick stiffening, swelling and throbbing against her palm. She saw the dark-red head of his cock poking out of her fist, round and taut and gleaming. Below his thinning brown bush, his balls had swollen up firm and round. She released his prick and stared hungrily at it.

"Why, look at that, you naughty boy," she cooed, "you have a big hard-on!"

Harold was too embarrassed to speak, but she knew he was aroused because he was breathing fast and loudly. She studied his six-inch, stiff-standing cock and licked her lips. They hadn't done much experimenting in bed during their marriage. Tonight seemed a good time to start. Edith got to her knees and bent low over her husband's rigid blue-veined dick.

"Ummmmm," she sighed, "your cock looks good enough to eat, darling."

Edith snaked out, her wet pink tongue and lapped the swollen rosy head of his cock. "Jesus!" Harold gasped. It was the first enthusiastic response she'd gotten out of him all evening.

She'd never gone clown on him before, but right away she knew she was going to love eating cock. His swollen hot prick-head had a nice salty taste. As she lapped the gleaming knob, the slit-mouth of his cock began to leak bright bubbles of juice, and that tasted even better. Edith lapped up the sticky stuff and swallowed it. Harold stared at her, wide-eyed, shocked and thrilled at the same time.

"Ummmmm, ummmmm," Edith murmured as she lapped up his hot salty cream. "Your cock tastes so good!"

Harold's face flushed, and he began to quiver as Edith lapped and lashed his sensitive cockhead with her hot slick tongue. Growing bolder, she licked her way down the rigid throbbing pole of his cock, lapping right through his wiry brown bush and onto his bloated hair-thatched balls. Harold groaned as she tongue-lashed his swollen, pulsing nuts.

"My God," he gasped, "Christ!"

It must have been a mind-boggling experience for him, Edith realized. She'd always been a meek little wife, never an adventurous in bed. Well, she hoped he was enjoying it, because tonight she felt so damned horny, so wild to fuck, that she was ready to do any kinky thing that came into her head. Like licking his balls. She tongue-lashed the rosy sacs, soaking them with her spit.

Harold was moaning and, panting, and thick hot juice steamed from his swollen cock-head and ran down the rigid shaft of his prick. Edith realized that he was about to come. Not without her, he wasn't! Reluctantly she left off her cock-eating and moved to straddle her husband's body, her knees hugging his hips. She brought the soaked eager mouth of her cunt down to touch the hard hot head of his cock.

"Stick your cock in me, Harold," she said hoarsely. "Fuck me. Hurry!"

Harold cast her a glazed, horny look and then obeyed, ramming his steel-hard six-inch cock up her juicy, starved pussy.

"Ahhhhhhh," Edith cried. "Oh, shit, yes, honey, stick that nice hard cock in me. Fuck me!"

She groaned hoarsely with pleasure as Harold started to fuck her hard and fast. That rock-hard meat felt so damned good in her sex-starved little cunt. Her pussy creamed around his slamming dick, her hot juice overflowing her twat and running down her thighs. This was the sensation she'd been craving for weeks – Harold's stiff swollen dick cramming into her horny little cunt.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she babbled. "Oh, shit, Harold, I love you to fuck me. I love your big hard cock in my cunt."

She knew she was desperate to fuck, because she'd never used that kind of language before in her life. Harold gawked at her wonderingly as he worked his swollen meat in her pulpy hot pussy. But she knew her filthy talk was turning him on. He didn't usually fuck her so hard and fast. She loved being fucked this way, his rigid meat ramming clear up to her womb with each furious thrust.

"Fuck my cunt, FUCK!" Edith howled.

She couldn't hold still. She began to slam her drenched hot pussy up and down the stiff pole of his cock, seeking all the delicious searing friction she could get. She could have fucked that meaty column all night, it felt so great. She felt the pleasurable tension building, in her pussy, and she knew she'd be coming very soon.

Harold's mild blue eyes were glassy and rolling, and his teeth flashed as he panted and groaned. His face was red with lust. He rammed his dick into her like a jackhammer, reaming the thick hot cream from her cunt, his cock making a loud squishing noise. It was a savage, lewd fuck, and Edith loved it.

"Fuck my cunt," she whined. "Fuck the shit out of me. Yes, yes!"

She was very close to coming, very close to the explosion of pleasure she so desperately craved. Bringing herself off with her own hand couldn't compare to the ecstasy of taking a rock-hard ramming cock. She threw back her head and howled with horny pleasure.

Just then Harold yelped and came. "Awww," he bawled.

Edith stared down at him as she felt her cunt flooded with sizzling-hot jism. God damn him, he was coming too soon! He hadn't even tried to get her off! Bastard, shit, cocksucker – in her rage and frustration, she couldn't think of words bad enough. She felt his cock go limp inside her, and she wrenched her body off his, seething with anger.

Harold didn't notice her distress. Smiling blissfully he crawled under the covers and murmured, "My goodness, Edith, that was, uh, very enjoyable."

Enjoyable? Edith could have told him how she felt about that. But what good would it have done? It wouldn't make his cock hard again, and it wouldn't make him into a decent lay. He was already drifting off to sleep. Edith leaped out of bed, too angry and horny to lie still.

"I'm going for a little walk," she said. "I don't feel sleepy yet."

"Uh," Harold said, practically asleep.

Edie – his pet name for her, the schmuck – didn't bother to get dressed. She just grabbed a robe from the closet and stalked out of the bedroom. Her poor starved pussy was still red hot with need, and thick steamy cunt-cream coursed down her thighs. She prayed that a brisk walk would dull her lusty need, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep.

Edie and Harold had their apartment on the top floor of the old Victorian mansion that housed the Burns School for Boys. The second floor contained the boys' dorms, the first floor the classrooms and dining hall. As Edie stalked down the stairs, she heard noises from the boys' floor. The little rascals should have been in bed an hour ago. She decided to investigate.

Moving quietly clown the hall, Edie discovered that the noise was coming from the shower room. The door was open, and she peeked around the corner and looked in. Half a dozen naked boys were romping in the steamy showers, hooting and pushing each other. Edie's eyes widened. Other than her husband, she'd never seen a naked male.

She knew she should announce her presence and order the boys to bed, but somehow she couldn't move or speak. All she could do was stare at those luscious bouncing young cocks and balls. These teenage boys had fine sleek bodies, tan and firm, and their pricks and balls were pure and hairless. Edie felt a hot spurt of cream from her famished twat.

Why hadn't it dawned on her before? There were two dozen nice hard cocks just waiting for her, right here in the school. She knew the boys were neatly always horny. She'd heard them whispering and snickering about it, and every day in her classroom there was at least one embarrassed guy with a hard-on. For a horny sex-starved woman, Burns School could be a regular gold mine.

Edie feasted her lusty eyes on flopping, wagging young cocks. For one impulsive moment she thought of throwing off her robe and racing into the showers naked, inviting the boys to fuck her. But no, she'd have to be more careful than that. She must pick her young lover very carefully. But meanwhile she could at least look.

One of the boys grinned and called out, "How about a shooting contest?" His suggestion was greeted with whoops and cheers.

Edie recognized the kid, Jack, a husky blond boy. She watched him back up against the wall and fist his droopy pale cock. He began to pump his prick, and the five other boys joined him, leaning against the wall and pumping their milky-white, blue-veined cocks. Edie reddened as she realized what was going on.

Her pussy felt molten-hot as she watched the handsome young teenagers jacking off. It wasn't long before six droopy limp cocks had stiffened into healthy hard-ons, and the youngsters were flushed with horny arousal, panting and pumping their rigid dicks. Edie almost moaned with need. What she wouldn't give to have one of those steel hard cocks jerking in her famished cunt!

"Bet I can squirt farther than anybody," Jack bragged.

"You're fulla shit," another boy snickered. "Betcha a quarter I beat you."

"You're on," Jack said with a grin.

Other bets were passed, but Edie didn't hear them. Her whole attention was on those fine young cocks which kept poking out of pumping fists, the heads hard and rosy and leaking bright bubbles of juice. Her cunt ached and creamed, her pussy swelled, as she thought of taking every damned cock in that room, fucking those handsome boys one after the other.

"Hey, you know what?" Jack panted. "I wish I was fucking Mrs. Burns."

Edie reddened at the mention of her name. "Jesus, you an me both," another boy sighed. "Christ, she's got the biggest tits I ever saw."

"Like watermelons," another boy moaned. "Wonder what her pussy looks like?"

"Only ol' Burns knows that," Jack said. "I wonder if he still fucks her?"

"Are you kidding?" Someone laughed. "Can you imagine ol' Burns fucking anybody?" That got a big round of snickers and guffaws. Edie grinned wryly. The kids' estimation of her sex life wasn't so far off the mark. But now she knew what to do about it. If all the boys in the school were this horny, she wouldn't have much trouble getting fucked. Jack's remark indicated that quite a few of the boys were turned on to her, too.

"Hey, let's all pretend we're fucking Mrs. Burns," Jack said eagerly. "That way we'll really shoot far. Just think about that nice hot cunt."

His idea caught on, and all the boys fisted their stiff drooling cocks faster and harder, their young faces red with lust. Edie knew she must wait till tomorrow and catch one of them alone, but her lust was so urgent, that she had to have some kind of relief. Still watching the boys intently, she reached inside her robe and began to rub the slick hot lump of her clit.

Instant and intense pleasure ripped through her belly as she rubbed the throbbing tot lump of her joy button. She imagined that Jack was fucking her, and she slipped one stiff finger up her molten hot cunt and began to finger-fuck herself. She had to stifle moans of horny excitement as her pleasure mounted. She worked her stiff finger hard and fast in her fiery gripping twat.

"Ahhhhh, shit," one of the boys yelped. "I'm gonna shoot."

Edie's hot eyes focused on the boy's rosy hard cock-head, and she saw a streak of thick white jism shooting out from the slit-mouth of his prick and splattering on the shower room floor. He was soon joined by other yelping and howling boys spurting their hot loads. Edith pumped her rigid finger faster and faster in her milking, squeezing cunt, and she frigged her hot little clit furiously.

Now she concentrated on Jack, the husky blond boy who'd said he wanted to fuck her. He was still holding out, building up his pleasure, and his eyes were glazed and hot. Was he thinking about fucking her? In his fantasy, was he working that gorgeous pale hard-on in her juicy little cunt? Edith imagined the kid's rock-hard cock hammering in her famished twat, and she began to come.

"Uhhhhh," she gasped helplessly.

"Awwwww," Jack bawled.

His sizzling jism shot across the room, farther than any of the other boys had shot. Jack pumped his squirting prick limp, then grinned with pride.

Edie sank against the wall, quivering with pleasure as her explosive climax spun out.

"You won, Jack," someone said wistfully. "Yeah," Jack sighed, "but I still wish I was fucking Mrs. Burns."

Well, honey, Edie thought, tomorrow you just might get your wish.