Sylvia was at the very brink of climaxing when she suddenly felt a torrent of steaming hot cum gushing up into her cunt, splattering against her womb.

"Don't stop!" she screamed, clutching at his ass, trying desperately to keep the top ridge of his cock rubbing against her throbbing clit. "Don't stop, honey, I'm almost there!"

Only a split second away from an overwhelming orgasm, she frantically raised her hips, trying to bring herself off by rubbing her swollen clit against the base of his squirting, shrinking prick.

"Don't stop, honey!" she hysterically screamed. "Please, darling, I'm almost there! Almost there!"

Carl's prick gave two or three feeble jerks and then slipped out of her cum-filled cunt as he rolled onto his back.

"No, Carl," she sobbed.

Staring up at the ceiling as her husband lay snoring beside her, Sylvia couldn't believe that something which had started out so fantastic could end up in such frustrating shambles.

CHAPTER TWO

After school the next afternoon, Carl Stone was about to drive his car out of the faculty parking lot when he saw Denise Corby walking toward him, her luscious tits bouncing around wickedly under her sweater.

"Hi, Mr. Stone!" shouted the attractive teen.

"Hello," he replied, smiling.

"You drive north to go home, don't you?" asked the girl.

"That's right."

"Then would you mind giving me a lift up as far as West Valley Street?"

"Not at all," the teacher smiled. "Hop in." Pulling out of the parking lot, they drove several blocks without talking. Driving the car down the street, Carl could hardly keep his eyes away from her deliciously naked thighs beneath her short, hiked up skirt.