She Needs More! (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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She Needs More!

CHAPTER ONE"Honey, I love you like a sister," Lauren said, "so don't take offense, but you look like death warmed over. Want to talk about it?"Rachel looked around, then took a sip of coffee, stalling for time. She liked the coffeehouse, liked sitting outside on the sidewalk in the warm early autumn sun. She liked teaching mathematics at the university. She liked living in the mountains, even in winter when the snow was nose-deep to a moose. She did not like to talk about herself, to reveal her innermost secrets, even to her best friend."I'm going to hit the big Four-0 next month," she said morosely."So what?" Lauren replied cheerfully. "You don't look a day over thirty. Age is a state of mind.""I know, you're no older than you feel," Rachel said. "Cliches don't help, Lauren. I've been having bad dreams.""Nightmares? About getting older?"Rachel shook her head. "Not nightmares, exactly, but about growing older. In a way. More disturbing than bad, I guess.""Come on, Rachel, out with it. I am a psychologist, you know. Would you rather make an appointment and see me in my office, in a more professional setting?"Rachel grinned weakly. "Stretch out on the couch and let you probe my psyche? I had a good childhood, Lauren. I loved my parents. Father more than mother, but that isn't unusual for a girl child. They didn't abuse me, sexually or mentally. They didn't give me everything I wanted, but they gave me everything I needed, including love. How will rehashing all that help?""I'm not a Freudian or Jungian psychologist, dear," Lauren said. "I studied them, of course, but I'm a cognitive therapist. We believe the past is the past and you can't change it. In a nutshell, we believe you have to learn to live with what happens today. I have time this evening after my last class. Want to come to the office? I don't have a couch. I sit in a chair, facing my patients, so I can watch their eyes and body language and facial expression."Rachel took another sip of coffee. "I had the first dream a couple of weeks ago. And every night since. The details and setting are always the same." She paused and took another sip of coffee, shook herself inwardly, then said softly, "This is difficult. If I wander, bear with me."I'm in the classroom. My lesson plan calls for a lecture on quadratic equations. The class settles down and I start the lecture. My mind is following the lesson plan, but I realize I'm talking about sex! A young man in the back of the room gets up and walks slowly toward me. I stare at him and continue to think about math and talk about sex. He stands between me and the class. I stare him in the face and continue my lecture. He puts one finger across my lips in the universal signal for silence, I stop talking, and the room becomes ghostly silent."My arms hang loosely at my sides as I stare at him. He removes my blouse and tosses it to one of the students in the front row. He reaches around me, unfastens my skirt and it falls around my feet. My mind screams for me to stop him, but I can't speak. I lift my feet and let him pick up my skirt, which he tosses to another student. He steps to the side and I stand before the class in bikini panties, half-bra, hose and garter belt." She shook herself visibly this time. "I don't wear those things, Lauren! I wear pantyhose, regular panties and a full bra! My breasts are too large to wear a half-bra and my pubic hair shows if I wear bikini panties! I want desperately to flee, but I can't move."The students watch in rapt fascination as he goes behind me and unhooks my bra. He reaches around me, cups my bare breasts, and shows my stiff nipples to the other students. I close my eyes and sigh. My desire to flee evaporates. He pulls my hands up and puts them on my breasts. Instinctively, I begin to rub the large mounds and my nipples get stiffer."He kneels behind me and kisses my buttocks as he pulls my panties down, baring my pussy to the class. I lick my lips repeatedly and continue to caress my tits and hard nipples. I feel the students staring at my mature, naked body, especially my tits and pussy, their eyes burning with lust. I step out of my panties and leave my legs open so my pussy is more visible."Lauren noted the unconscious shift in language, knew Rachel wasn't aware of it, and smiled perceptively."He stands and turns me sideways to the class, puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down. I fall onto my back and my legs fly apart. I open my eyes and look up at him. He is also naked and his big cock is sticking out from his hairy groin, fully erect."He kneels between my legs, leans over and kisses my nipples. I sigh out loud and open my legs wider. My own breathing is the only sound in the room. I roll my head to the side and look at the class. They lick their lips and watch with fascination as he puts his cock in my hot pussy. My cunt is so wet his cock slides right in, even as big as it is. I clasp my arms around his back and throw my legs straight up in the air. I continue to look at the students as he fucks me to an intense climax in seconds."I cum moments before he does. I feel his hot cum shoot into me and I cum again. My second orgasm subsides and the young man stands up. His limp cock dangles over my pussy. A few drops of sperm drip on my belly and I rub the sticky goo into my skin. He looks down at me and smiles, then simply vanishes."I get to my feet and face the class in shoes, hose and garter belt. His cum oozes out of my pussy and dribbles down the inside of my thighs. The drops that fell on my belly glisten in the bright light. I open my mouth and start talking about math. The class gives me a standing ovation and I wake up.""Interesting," Lauren said softly. "Descriptive. Do you dream in color?"Rachel nodded. "Full, glorious technicolor. What do you think?""Tell me what you think.""Typical shrink," Rachel said. "The first couple of dreams didn't bother me. As I understand it, nocturnal erotic fantasies aren't abnormal, even for women. I even enjoyed the sensation of lethargic warmth that permeated my whole body when I woke up. Sometimes, I stayed in bed an extra few minutes, adding to my mood by masturbating.""Do you masturbate often?" Lauren asked."Hardly ever, until lately. The dreams persisted, and I started to worry. I had to fight the temptation to lie in bed in the morning and masturbate.""Quite normal," Lauren said."For some people, perhaps," Rachel said. "The way I started to act in the classroom was anything but normal. My behavior frightened me. A few days after the dreams started, in the basic math class I teach Tuesday and Thursday, I noticed one of the male students in the front row staring at my breasts. His intense gaze cut through my blouse and bra, right down to bare skin. My nipples stiffened and my breasts swelled so much they nearly broke my bra. I felt as if I had walked into a sauna wearing a fur coat. I simply knew my nipples were poking holes in my blouse, but I didn't dare look at my breasts."That night, I had a different dream. I wore only shoes, garter belt, and hose. Very casually, I gave my lecture, posing often so the students got a good look at my bare tits and hairy pussy. One of the young male students came forward, knelt in front of me and began to lick my pussy. I continued to lecture as if getting my pussy licked in front of the class was perfectly normal. I came so hard I nearly fell down, bowed so the students could see my tits dangle under my chest, then dismissed the class. The next night, the original dream returned.""Why do the dreams disturb you so much?" Lauren asked."Lauren, you can't possibly mean you think the second dream was normal!" Rachel sputtered. "I enjoyed that student licking my pussy in front of the other students! I'm a nervous wreck.""So?" Lauren replied with a grin. "You have a few exhibitionistic tendencies. So what? I sometimes dream I'm at an orgy, screwing my fool head off.""This isn't the same!" Rachel remonstrated. "I'm afraid it will really happen. My God, Lauren, I'm talking about my sanity here! I don't understand what's happening to me."Lauren smiled and took Rachel's hand. "When did you last have a man between your pretty legs?""A long time ago," she admitted sheepishly."How long exactly?""I don't know. George ran off with that freshman a couple of years ago. My God, Lauren, she was much younger than me.""She had an innocent face, but she was built like the proverbial brick shithouse," Lauren said. "And I heard she played around a lot. Anyone since then?""I had a brief affair with a visiting professor a couple of months after George left.""So, nearly two years, huh?" Lauren said. "Don't you think that's abnormal for a woman your age?""Lauren, I will be forty next month!""Forty isn't old, dear. In your grandmother's day, perhaps. Not now. The prime of life for a woman today.""Maybe. I'm too big. I frighten men.""Tall, statuesque. Not big. I look at you and I see a beautiful face, a vibrant body, knockers that make me envious-and mine aren't small by any stretch of the imagination-and legs to die for. I know some men who would pay dearly just to look at your naked body. Your body is trying to tell you that you must use it... give it what it needs to function in good order.""Lauren, I fantasize about guys half my age!""You teach juniors and seniors, Rachel. Young men in their sexual prime. Lusty and vivacious and willing to learn. Except for the jocks, young men destined to be scientists, engineers, leaders of the country, who need a well-rounded education. You're a teacher. A good one. What could be more perfect?""Is that the voice of experience I hear?""Could be," Lauren said, smiling smugly. "By the way, did you know that you used two different speech patterns in the last half-hour?"Rachel look blank. "What do you mean?""When you talked about your dreams, you said cock and pussy and tits and fuck and cum. You specifically referred to your hairy pussy a couple of times. In all the years I've known you, I've never heard you use those terms. In fact, when we first met, I thought you were a stuffy prig."Rachel dropped her eyes and blushed. "My pussy is real hairy," she muttered. "You should see it.""Perhaps I will one of these days," Lauren said quietly. She raised her voice slightly and said, "Think about what I said. You're ignoring a very important part of your life, depriving yourself of something you need as much as you need food. In the meantime, I'm here for you. Day or night."CHAPTER TWO"Miss Crawford, can I come in?" Shawn Jordan asked as he knocked lightly on the open door.Rachel looked up from the stack of papers on her desk and instantly thought of what Lauren said about teaching husky young students something they wouldn't find in text books."May, Mr. Jordan, not can," Rachel said patiently. A member of the varsity football team, the young man had trouble grasping the material in even the basic math class. She knew more about football than he would ever know about math. "Yes, you may come in. Close the door, please. What can I do for you?""I want to talk to you about my grade. It's the end of the term, and I gotta get a C, Miss Crawford," he said, almost pleading. "If I don't get a C, I won't be eligible to play and Coach will kill me. We got a chance to win the conference and got a big bowl game.""Well, you can hardly play if you're dead.Wouldn't killing you be counterproductive? "Huh?""I go over every problem in class, Mister Jordan. I explain everything very carefully, and give examples. Do you listen and take notes?""Well, yeah, but you know, all those things, you know, are like so... they make me dizzy just thinking about them."Rachel tapped the eraser of her pencil on the desk in a gesture of impatient exasperation. She knew exactly what he wanted. She went through the same drill with most of the students on athletic scholarships. Jocks who mastered academics as well as they mastered sports were few and far between."Mister Jordan, my standards are the same for every student. If I make an exception for one, I have to make exceptions for all. If I do that, why should I bother to give exams? I can simply give everyone the same grade and save myself a lot of trouble grading papers. Or even teaching, for that matter. You're a junior, Mr. Jordan. Do you plan to learn anything before you graduate?""I wouldn't have to worry about if it wasn't for the new policy that we gotta take regular courses.""That policy is for your own good, Mister Jordan. The purpose of attending this university is to get an education. Isn't that why you're here?""Nah. I came here to play football so I can play in the pros. I made All-Conference linebacker last year. I expect to make All-American by next year."She willed herself to relax, without success. Every muscle in her body seemed as tight as a bow string. Her kinky erotic dreams, and now a young man who considered college a place to prepare to play pro football, not a place to get an education."I've seen you play, Mr. Jordan. You're good, but what if you don't make it in the pros?""I'll make it," he said confidently. "You're pretty uptight, you know. You oughta learn to kick back and cool it. I can do something about that." Moving as quickly as he did when chasing a quarterback, he went behind her chair and put his hands on her shoulders. "Let me show you.""Mister Jordan, this is highly improper.""Aw, come on. Like relax, you know. A little work on these muscles and you'll feel like... like... " He couldn't think of a metaphor. "I can get the knots out," he said lamely.Her muscles were already beginning to feel so good she didn't have the will to object. The door was closed, and no one ever entered without knocking first. Their actions were all perfectly harmless anyway. Further discussion of his grade could wait. To talk now would disturb the pleasantly lethargic state creeping over her.His touch was a little heavy, but he did know which muscles to attack. And how to knead them. She felt the results of his efforts down her spine and out to the ends of her fingers and toes.Shawn also kept his mouth shut. He offered to help his teacher relax only as a way of scoring some brownie points. The policy that athletes had to take regular courses was for the birds. He would do whatever it took to get around the requirement.Now, however, he had a different motive. He liked touching his teacher. The flesh under her tweed jacket wasn't slack and mushy, as he had expected. She had a firm body. For an old woman.Instead of stopping at her neck and upper shoulders, he worked down her arms to her elbows. He worked his way back up to her shoulders and dug his fingers into the muscles above her breasts. When she didn't object, he went lower.Rachel sat erect, with her back away from the chair. She felt herself relaxing for the first time in weeks. So much so she didn't notice that Shawn's fingers were inching down to the upper slope of her breasts.Shawn sure noticed when he found another surprise. The professor's baggy blouse hid a first rate set of tits. Much bigger than he expected. He wondered how firm they were. Take away the heavy-duty bra he felt under his fingers, and her nipples would probably touch her knees.Well, anything for the cause. He continued to knead her muscles, going lower. The ends of his busy fingers strayed onto the full swell of her breasts.Rachel sighed softly and began to relax more. Her body responded to his talented touch. Reflexively, she pushed her chest out further. She would never dream of letting the young man feel her up.He stopped kneading and went around in front of her chair. He took her hands and pulled her from the chair, toward the couch. She lifted her eyebrows questioningly."Gotta do your back," he muttered.Under the influence of the mild euphoria spreading through her mind, his suggestion sounded logical. She kicked off her shoes, removed her jacket, and lay down on her stomach. He forgot the reason he came to her office. She forgot her annoyance over his attempt to manipulate her into giving him a grade he hadn't earned.Shawn started working on Rachel's shoulders again and worked toward her lower back. He should have started on her legs and worked up, toward her heart. While book learning wasn't one of his strong suits, he did know a lot about treating stiff, sore muscles. He couldn't bring himself to touch the professor's legs.Her back muscles were every bit as firm as her shoulder muscles. Who would have expected such a firm body on an old woman? She couldn't be more than a couple of years younger than his mother, and his mother wouldn't be caught dead in a bathing suit, because of her slack muscles.Massaging the body of his math instructor excited him in an odd way. The more he touched her, the lower his hands went on her body, the more his excitement grew. Her heavy tweed skirt was pulled tight across her ass, revealing a well-rounded, shapely posterior. He expected to encounter a support garment of some kind. A woman her age couldn't have such a firm, shapely butt. Getting to her muscles through the thick latex would make his job more difficult. But his hands were very strong. He would manage.Rachel was almost asleep. Lying down was a splendid idea. Every muscle in her body felt so relaxed. Maybe she would have to give the guy a break. Somehow. A grade of Incomplete and arranging for a special tutor might be the way to go. Nothing more than she would do for any student who needed extra help. Besides, his athletic scholarship provided for a tutor when necessary.His touch felt good. Her nerves were beginning to tingle. Including the unique nerves deep in her pussy that signaled a sexual response. She felt the tingles. And overlooked the signal. Only her fingers had provoked that particular signal in such a long time. Besides, the young man wasn't doing anything to induce a sexual response.Shawn's hands worked across Rachel's lower back and onto the upper slope of her buttocks. Slowly, carefully. He waited for her to protest. She didn't. She had to feel his hands on her ass. He still hadn't encountered the foundation garment he expected. He intensified his efforts, digging his fingers into the supple flesh of her shapely buttocks, really getting excited.How would she look naked? Was her body really as firm as it felt? Was her ass really so naturally curvy? What did her pussy look like? She had a thick mane of brown hair on her head. Did that mean she had lots of cunt hair? He imagined she did. The coeds he fucked cut off most of their hair so it wouldn't show under their bikini thong bathing suits. This woman was too old to wear shorts, let alone a bikini. What did a pussy look like with lots of hair around it? His imagination ran wild. He pictured himself eating her pussy, bringing her to such a state of abandon she would beg him to fuck her."Shawn?" Rachel said softly. She turned her head to the side to look at him.Whether Shawn misread the situation, or whether Rachel meant to question his hands on her ass wasn't clear to either of them. And ultimately didn't matter. Visions of sugary slits danced in Shawn's turbulent mind. Nothing danced in Rachel's mind. It had gone blank as the massage relaxed her.In a flurry of motion, he sat her up, shoved his hands under her skirt, and stripped her pantyhose and panties down to her ankles. He snatched her shoe and undergarments off of one foot and lifted her legs. He pushed her knees apart, ducked his head between her thighs and mashed his mouth into her crotch. Her legs dangled across his shoulders.Her feet, with her undergarments around one ankle, rested on his back behind the young man's head. Too stunned by the unexpected turn of events to react physically, she stared down at the boy's head. Her mind whirled with a sudden burst of eroticism. She knew she should do something, but she couldn't think straight. His tongue thwarted her efforts to think and sealed her fate."Shawn! What are you do...?" Her voice trailed off to a harsh moan. "Oh, God, that feels good," she muttered.