Chapter 1-1
Chapter 1
Drissa Philips rolls over in bed to the chiming alarm on her cell phone; five in the morning on a Wednesday in mid March. She leaves Drew sleeping and will embrace the solitude on this last day of their first real vacation in many years alone. Her designs on a perfect, tropical sunrise calls for only herself, coffee service from the kitchen and no kids or husband. She can still feel the intensity of the rolling thunder found beneath their bed sheets last night.
She slips on a skimpy beach wrap over her pj’s from Victoria’s Secret just in time for a faint knock on the door to the hotel suite. Answered, an Aussie girl from room service eases the cart just inside the open door.
“Coffee service for your pleasure, miss,” the lovely accent about the young lady reminds her of the land down under and how she will be missing it sorely in some hours to come.
“Put it out on the patio?”
“Of course, miss.”
A ten spot later and the coming sun will be hers. All hers. She positions the cart perfectly beside her chosen lounge chair, her favorite spot all week, and pours out her first cup while still standing, the front of her robe open to the night air. Parking her cellular phone upon the cart, she clasps the coffee mug with both hands. Bringing the golden elixir underneath her nose, the robust and earthy qualities embrace her soul as her lithe form effortlessly sinks onto the comfy chair, so satiating. Drissa faces eastward, feeling the sensuous ocean breeze waft teasingly about her limbs, her face and hair. The idea of the coming light across the ocean titillates her senses. She sips and revels in everything she feels at the moment, especially the crème brulée flavor accentuating her coffee.
That gentle sea breeze now fingers her hair of a luminous brown, center parted, shoulder length, and spread in layers to either side. In the relative darkness, save the wash of light from city fixtures, her tender bare feet find rest on the ottoman. She eases her body backwards into the soft cushioning and rests the warm coffee cup against her bare stomach contemplating both a refill and the coming bright images of her sunrise.
The pleasant ache in her loin reminds her of the tumble she enjoyed between the sheets with her husband, the School Master.
With their girls firmly anchored in the Disguised Singer show, Drew assumes the role of Head Master and Drissa is Shelby Jean, the failing student who wanted to get a head. Her parents were very strict, so hard on her about grades, and so she would do anything to stay in school.
“But, Sir, there must be some arrangement that we can come to,” she did plead on her knees before him. “There must be something I can do to make you happy.”
He clears his throat, loudly, then speaks, “I’m quite happy in my position of Headmaster at this school and my wife of fifteen years fills in the rest. She loves me.”
Shelby draws near and reaches out to touch his belt, objecting, “But does she swallow when you c*m in her mouth?”
He appears upset by her touch, offering, “Well, she doesn’t…”
She quickly interrupts him, “But I can give you real love and will swallow your c*m every… single… time.” As she speaks in broken speech, she inches her hands to touch him on the crotch and squeezes the meat inside his trousers.
This apparently makes him very uncomfortable and he backs himself up against the wall, his seductress in hot pursuit and he make out like he is scolding her, saying, “Young lady, I’m quite certain you shouldn’t be touching me like that. What would your parents say? The Board of Regents?”
Shelby pins him to the wall and works at his belt line fast so they wouldn’t get caught, insisting, “But, Sir, all the other students have left for holiday, and so has your secretary, and I’m very lonely all pent up in my room for the week. Won’t you let me suck on your hard c**k, just a little, to see if you like it?”
With the fact that his breeches are opened and fall to the floor with his briefs, his erection springs forth with vigor over being seduced. Shelby falls to her knees again and pops the fleshy delight directly into her mouth, so delicious. Caught up in her own drama, she rakes his p***s deeply in and out of her throat with such vigor that it was almost like he didn’t know his own wife. She is sexually vicious on this vacation and right now is stimulating him to o****m in record time. Taking rather immediate attention to his balls, she cups them in one hand while tickling with her fingers, her other hand pumping his shaft urgently. To her surprise, his ball sac crawls in her hand and his d**k suddenly spews a great amount of warm jism into the back of her throat which she swallows voraciously.
“Oh, young lady,” he gasps, still in character, “I am in so much trouble.”
“No you’re not, honey,” she wipes her mouth on his shirt tale, “not as long as you keep me happy. Which starts with you f*****g the daylights out of my sweet p***y,” she says, and pulls him to the floor, working his p***s roughly to keep it stiff.
Drew surmises that she somehow peeled off her clothes while sucking on him, as she climbs on top of him and fishes his d**k inside her sopping wet cunt, saying to her, “You are really into this, little lady.”
She scoffs, “Yeah, it’s so much fun f*****g an older guy cause you’re not all spent after one little squirt,” she says, and rides him with a practiced ease that attests she was no virgin.
“We’re going to have to be real careful when school lets back in,” he continues to play the part.
“Yeah?” She challenges his intentions, coming down on him hard after every motion of her young hips. “You plan on still f*****g me next week? That’s ballsy!”
“Well, I don’t think you’re going to leave me any choice, you little b***h” he tries hard not to be in love with her.
Shelby laughs, still f*****g her school Headmaster, and manages to say, “I’m your little b***h, honey, and don’t you ever forget it, Mister Headmaster, Sir.”
He answers her in blocks of words, in between his laborious abdominal strokes into her p***y, “I won’t forget our arrangement, you miserable little cunt. Just know that I’m your daddy.”
She then feels him getting a little bigger and thinks he is about to c*m, and yet teases him still with her words, “You really get off f*****g me, don’t you, Mr. Headmaster? What about your wife?”
He grunted and moaned to help maintain his erection, “Yes! I love f*****g you, you horny b***h. Looking in your eyes I can tell you love it, too. And for your information, my wife doesn’t ever f**k me like this. We make love but the passion is way sublime.”
“Awww, poor baby,” she says and caresses his straining face, “without me you don’t ever get the F word, do you?”
He shifts his stance between her naked legs for better penetration, adding, “Hell no, young Shelby, I don’t ever get it.”
She welcomes the arrival of his hand on her breast, she even pinches her own n****e really hard amid his touch, moaning, “Hmmm, well Shelby is glad she came along when she did. A man should really and truly be f****d twice a week. It’s healthy for your aging body, lover.”
He continues efforting an erection, focusing on her pet names and swearing which works quite well for him, and funnels those efforts into his d**k and likewise into his Shelby’s young p***y. He thinks of how hot she is, her limbs gripping him with all fours just like a young hottie while he works his s*x inside her, saying, “That’s a fascinating bit of info. Did you learn that in science class?”
“No, you old asshole,” she teases him, “Freshman Health one-oh-one.”
“Hmm, I thought we should be teaching abstinence to all you horny teenagers.” he says, shifting his stance under her so that he could grasp her other breast, rubs its areola and gently pinches the erect n****e all while ramming his d**k into her yawning v****a. “You students need to be concentrating on your grades.”
Again, she joins hands with him and coaxes him to pinch harder, then corrects him, “But, Sir. f*****g with you right now is working on my grades. Honey? Do you think you can c*m for me. I mean, I love you f*****g my guts but I want you to eat my p***y, too!”
Her words gets to him then, he suddenly changes his rhythm by slowing down and plunging deeper into her, uttering, “This is great, baby. Your f*****g cunt is just so delicious.”
He then stops, his body convulses like his d**k is being electrically shocked and he moans and slumps down under Shelby, admitting to her, “Honey, that’s the best piece of ass I’ve ever had. Bar none!”
She smiles to herself. Unknown to her husband, at that time, she was still cumming with each motion his d**k makes on the way out of her cunt. It was so fitting that they had finally tried role playing on this vacation because it got their marital juices flowing at a critical time. Once recovered, Drew even eats her p***y at great lengths before they have to drop the charade in favor of getting some sleep.
After five hours, her p***y was still tingly and sensitive. She parts her cover-up and touches herself through the skimpy fabric. Sure enough, her c******s reacts excitedly to her fingers and she rewards herself then with some direct contact as her hand dove beneath her pantie waist line. She could refill her tepid coffee, she thought while going after herself, digging down deep into her own crotch. Just a few timid strokes to her c******s and she was cumming so nicely. Now that animal needs were met, she could get onto her coffee
Dawn is due in several minutes, so she takes a few more sips then opts for refilling her cup along with some more of the special creamer secured as a special favor from the morning chef. The entire staff of the resort had been so wonderful all week that she was definitely going the miss all the amenities and the being fussed over. As beautiful as it may prove to be, the sunrise would mark the beginning of the end of the family vacation. But Drew is due back at his work from home this coming Monday and the kids would be back in school from their spring break, which leaves Drissa to domestic engineering in their sizable house whose rooms are never all clean at one time.
She shakes her head at herself, shaking off the yokes of parenthood and wife-dom for at least another hour. Having an urge to check the time on her cell phone, she gives this notion some negative feedback as well for she can almost make out some degree of lightening, seaward and to the east. Consciously fighting the need for her eyes to blink, she finds herself pensive to that golden instant when the initial glimmering of sunlight will herald an end to the night. Of course, she knows there will be a light hazing of the horizon, initially. The intense anticipation is almost too much to bear.
But there is no discernible change in the horizon as moment upon moment all hang upon themselves together. She forces herself to relax, rationalizing that the sun has risen for millions of years but only upon its own good time. No amount of anticipation can hurry it, she thinks to herself and draws a long swallow of beverage to also help calm her. In the scheme of things, she can hear a faint kissing of early morning surf five flights below her and on the shoreline. The to and fro rhythm of the sea is reassuring to her thoughts. So, she waits while her eyes gently throb against the utter blackness of the distant sea.
And she waits.
Eventually, she can wait no more. Finding her cell phone in the diminished light, she trades it for the mug that has been nursed dry after three fillings. A caress across its face, it reads two minutes past six.
She doubts what she is seeing, blinks her eyes a few times then stares at the palm-sized screen once more. Merely agitated as this point, Drissa speaks into her phone to call the front desk.
