Changing partners

CHAPTER ONE

Jodie Adams took one last glance in the mirror before leaving for her date. The petite schoolteacher smiled at her reflection, liking what she saw. She looked ten years younger than her real age, which was in the mid-thirties.

She had long flame-colored hair, big blue eyes, and a nice figure, all the curves in the right places, her ripe tits riding high. She knew her appearance would turn her date on. She just hoped it finally turned him on enough.

The doorbell rang, and Jodie went to answer it. She found her steady boyfriend, Craig Russell, waiting on the front porch. Every time she saw Craig, she had to stare for a second, he was so good-looking. Just over six, feet tall, blond, with ruggedly handsome features, he was just about everything she'd ever wanted in a man.

Unfortunately, though, Craig had one big drawback. He didn't believe in sex before marriage.

That was so weird, it was almost funny. Jodie couldn't believe it the first time he told her, and she'd howled with laughter. Now that they'd been dating for eight months, it wasn't so funny. Jodie was ready to go out of her mind with sexual frustration.

"Hi, honey," Craig said, leaning down to kiss her. "You look gorgeous, as usual."

"Thanks, Craig," Jodie said. "I'll grab my sweater and be right with you."

Just from a few seconds of looking at him and having him kiss her, her pussy was starting to heat and moisten. She warned herself to forget it. Craig was not going to fuck her. He'd made that clear on their first date.

He'd laid out his whole position. At least he'd been honest about it, she had to admit that. He'd explained that he didn't believe in fucking before marriage, and that he didn't believe in hasty marriages, either. He'd want to date a girl at least a year before proposing.

Jodie had accepted the situation, and she still accepted it, because she loved Craig and thought he was a good man, but her patience was wearing pretty thin. Dating him exclusively, she'd gone eight months now without getting fucked, and she was horny enough to scream.

But what could she do about it? She had to play by his rules or lose him. Now she pasted a big smile on her face and accompanied him to dinner, then to the movies. She always had a pleasant time with Craig, at least till he took her home. Then the frustration really started. Because although he didn't believe in going all the way before marriage, he did believe that necking was okay.

Tonight was no exception. "Going to offer me a nightcap?" he asked when they got back to Jodie's house.

"Of course," she smiled, "don't I always?"

Craig made himself right at home, turning on the living room lights low, plumping up the cushions on the couch, while Jodie made a couple of drinks. She brought in the drinks and sat beside him on the couch. As usual, he held his glass in one hand and slipped his free arm around Jodie's shoulders.

She nuzzled against him, unable to resist his exciting male closeness. It had been so long now since she'd had a man that half an experience was better than none. She felt hot sticky cunt-juice start to seep from her starved cunt, moistening her panties. Her pussy-flesh swelled and steamed.

Then Craig set aside his half-empty glass and started kissing her. He sure didn't hang back when it came to kissing. He slipped his hot tongue between her lips and suggestively explored her mouth. His quick loud breathing told her how excited their kissing made him.

Where did the man get his self-control? When they started kissing like that, Jodie always wanted to grab him by the arm and drag him right to her bed. Naughty visions filled her head, of her and Craig naked, fucking up a storm. But her incredible boyfriend seemed to be able to turn his lust off and on like a faucet. He didn't seem to feel the frustration she did.

Jodie always returned his kisses with full passion, partly because she couldn't help it and partly because she hoped that one night, finally, he'd lose control of himself and take her to bed. Tonight her hope was stronger than ever. She slid her hot little tongue into his mouth and probed around.

She felt the big man shiver, and he pulled her tighter against him, till her lust-engorged nipples poked against his chest. He had to feel her hot hard nubs even through his shirt. Jodie was almost trembling with lust by now, and her pretty face was flushed when they finally came up for air.

"God, you turn ine on," Craig sighed.

"I wish the feeling wasn't mutual," Jodie said bitterly. "Really, Craig, isn't this kind of crazy?"

"Jodie," he said with a frown, "we've been over this again and again. I have my beliefs, and I intend to stick by them. If you can't handle that, I guess you should look for another man."

And where would she do that? Jodie and Craig were both teachers in a small midwestern town, a town so small that Craig was just about the only man there who attracted her. She couldn't think of anybody else she'd want to date, let alone marry. Craig was her only choice.

"I don't want you to look for anybody else, though, honey," he went on. "I don't think I could stand that."

He slid his hands onto her tits, squeezing them sensuously through her clothes. Jodie leaned back and shivered with excitement. She felt kind of crazy tonight, crazy enough to ask a question that had been on her mind ever since their first date. It might make him mad, but she had to know.

"Craig," she said, "if you don't believe in sex before marriage, does that mean you're a virgin?"

He did look a little annoyed, and he answered gruffly, "No, no, of course I'm not a virgin. I've been with lots of girls I wouldn't dream of marrying. But you're special, Jodie."

"Oh, I see," she said sarcastically, "I'm so special that you can fuck them and not me. Well, thanks a lot!"

"Honey, let's not fight," Craig begged.

He temporarily silenced her with a steamy tongue-kiss, and he went on eagerly molding her large round tits, feeling her stiff nipples throbbing against his palms. Jodie creamed furiously, her scalding pussy-liquid soaking through her panties, as she imagined Craig actually fucking, his cock big and hard and hammering in her slick juicy cunt.

"Mmmmmmmm, uuummmmmmmmm," she moaned.

She couldn't control herself. Again she knew it might anger him, but it was something she just had to do. She reached for his fly. She found the zipper and tugged it open, then slid her eager little hand inside his pants. She felt a big bulge in his jockey shorts, and she cupped it and squeezed it.

She felt Craig starting to draw back to scold her, so she grabbed him by the head and held him in place, cramming her tongue into his mouth while she went on stroking and squeezing his cock. Now she felt some response. His prick was swelling in her fingers, filling his shorts.

Again the petite schoolteacher creamed heavily and helplessly. Jodie was no slut, but she wasn't a prude, either, and all the time she was going to college and getting her teaching credentials, she'd dated and fucked many attractive men. She was used to regular and satisfying sex. This situation with Craig was driving her crazy.

She worked his shorts down and slipped out his cock. She drew it from his fly and eased it out into the light of the room, till it protruded rigidly and obscenely from his pants. Only then did she allow him to break off their kiss. She stared hungrily at his cock.

"Dammit, Jodie," he said hoarsely, "you're just making it more difficult for both of us!"

"I had to look, Craig," she replied. "After eight months I just had to see your cock!"

Now she wasn't sure if she'd done the right thing. His cock was a beauty, a good nine inches long and as thick as her wrist. It was the biggest, most exciting cock she'd ever seen. And he was right, looking at it just made things more difficult for her, because now she really knew what she was missing.

"Oh, fuck you and your silly beliefs," she sighed.

She reached out and curled her fingers around his massive, rock-hard prick. His cock was solid yet throbbing, very alive to her touch. It rippled and bucked as she petted it, and thick globs of fuck-cream oozed up in his piss-hole. Craig was breathing hard and heavily as he watched her play with his cock-meat.

"Jodie, that's not going to get you anywhere," he told her hoarsely.

"I don't care," she said. "I just want to touch your cock."

Of course she wanted a lot more than that, but she knew there was no point in mentioning it. So she'd just take what she could get. She ran her fingers eagerly up and down the granite column of his cock, imagining how thoroughly his gigantic fuck-tool would fill her starved cunt.

Craig seemed to be relaxing a little. He'd bought her explanation that she just wanted to touch his cock. He believed she wasn't going to create a scene and demand that he fuck her. So he allowed himself to enjoy what she was doing, and he began unbuttoning her blouse.

Jodie shivered with excitement. Craig seldom went that far. He'd played with her tits only a few times before. Now she caressed the long hot slab of his cock-meat while he removed her blouse and then her pretty lace bra. Her firm tits, the size of big grapefruits, tumbled free.

"Mmmmmmmm, honey, yessss," she breathed as his big hands closed around her naked tits.

While he fondled her sensitive tit-globes, she cupped the big purple head of his prick and smeared her palm with his hot, sticky fuck-juices. Then she rubbed the thick liquid up and down his cock, her pumping slick and fast. Craig gave a low groan, and more fuck-cream welled up in his piss-hole.

"Dammit, Jodie, it's hard to resist you!" he growled.

Jodie sure hoped so. And she was even more encouraged when he dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and started to lick her nipples. She creamed very hard, her cunt-juices coming out in hot spurts. This was something her modest, moral boyfriend had never done to her before.

"Mmmmmmmm, honey, I love that," she gurgled.

His big wet tongue lashed her right nipple, then the left, darting back and forth between them. He coated both of her stiff buds with his hot sticky saliva. Jodie was squirming and moaning, and she felt like she could come so easily. If she just rubbed her thighs together, she could get off.

But she wanted Craig to do it for her. She was sick and tired of masturbating. It seemed as if that was all she'd done since meeting the man. They'd go out, they'd end up necking, and then Jodie would go to bed alone, seething with frustration. She'd be so ragingly horny that she'd have to beat off before she could sleep.

She didn't want this to be another of those nights. She wanted Craig to give her an orgasm, in whatever way he chose. She wanted to get off with her man, a perfectly normal female desire. She pumped his cock faster, hinting that she'd get him off if he'd do the same for her.

Catching her mounting excitement, Craig pushed her big hot tits together till her nipples were lined up side by side. He opened his mouth and slid it down around her furiously throbbing nipples, taking them both into juicy fuck-heat. Jodie sobbed with excitement as he started sucking her supersensitive nubs.

"Unnnnnhhh, baby, yesssss!" she wept.

She tightened her grip on his violently throbbing prick, pumping it hungrily, smearing her fingers in his dribbling fuck-cream. His cock bucked wildly in her grasp, and she knew he had to be having some very sexy fantasies about her. He had to be imagining that he was sliding his nearly-bursting cock into her seething wet cunt.

"Craig, honey," she whimpered, "why go on torturing each other? Let's go to my room!"

He instantly released her nipples from his sucking mouth and gave an impatient sigh. "Jodie, for the last time, no. I want everything to be right and perfect with us. I am not taking you to bed, and that's final!"

Jodie barely choked back a sob of frustration. "Then get me off some other way," she begged hoarsely. "Please, Craig, I can't stand another night like this, being left horny. You can at least do that much for me."

His expression softened, and he said gently, "Yes, Jodie, I guess you're right. I could to that much for you."

He slid his hand up under her skirt and tugged down her little bikini panties. Rolling her skirt up out of the way, he stared at her neat little copper-colored cunt-bush. Jodie was too insanely horny to be shy, and she opened her thighs and exposed the soaked pink flesh of her pussy.

She felt his cock give a hard buck in her fist, and she was glad. At least he was experiencing the same frustration she was. Then he reached out and slipped his long stiff middle finger between the furry lips of her cunt-bush, caressing the slippery hot cunt-flesh inside. Jodie felt instant pleasure.

"Yes, Craig, play with me!" she moaned. "Make me come!"

Once more his prick tried to tear its way out of her fist, and she hoped he was just as maddeningly horny as she was. She pumped his cock-meat steadily while he explored between her legs with his stiff finger. She soaked his finger with uncontrollable spurts of molten cunt-cream.

Then he went to the most sensitive and receptive spot of all, the throbbing button of her clit. He pressed his fingertip to her pulsating bud and started rubbing it in a circular motion. He was very confident and skilled. He'd been around, all right, and he knew just how to get a woman off.

"Yes, yessss," Jodie panted, "don't stop, honey, keep doing that, it feels so good."

As her excitement mounted, she pumped his cock faster and faster, and his breathing got louder and more harsh. They were launched now, committed to getting each other off. It would have driven them both crazy to stop. Craig's big prick was throbbing like mad in Jodie's fist, and her clit was pulsating wildly against his circling fingertip.

They were like a couple of teenagers, Jodie thought, doing everything but going all the way. It was ridiculous, because they were both in their thirties. They ought to be in her bed, fucking each other's brains out. But she'd fallen in love with Craig and had no choice but to play the game his way.

She'd settle for what she could get, and right now what she ached for was an orgasm from her man, even if it came from his finger instead of his cock. She rubbed her swelling clit against his expertly massaging finger and felt herself teetering on the edge of a body-racking release.

"Just a little more, honey," she whimpered, "I'm almost there."

Craig just gave a hoarse growl, and his cock swelled up so taut that she thought it would explode. He was on the brink of climax, just like she was. She began to pump his cock-meat with lightening speed, and he responded by rubbing her clit faster and faster.

That was all it took to set off the frantically horny schoolteacher. Jodie felt a violent orgasm exploding out from her clit and ripping hotly through her body. A second later Craig bellowed with pleasure, and thick wads of fuck-cream exploded from the head of his cock.

"Ohhhhhh, God, whaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Jodie screamed.

"Unnnnhhhhhh, unnnnggghhhhhhh!" Craig cried.

At last, she thought bitterly, after eight months of dating, they'd climaxed together. How much longer would she have to wait till Craig thought it was okay to get married and fuck? She knew she couldn't wait much longer. She needed a normal sex life. But where was she going to find another man?

Her thoughts were interrupted as Craig stood up and straightened his clothes. "We went a lot farther than I intended to, Jodie," he said. "Things are getting out of control. I think we ought to cool it for a while and not see each other."

Jodie's self-control snapped, and she burst out angrily, "Okay, Craig, that's just fine with me. I'll have my son for company, anyway."