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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.
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Cuckold’s Choice
Sam idly surveyed his grade eight classroom, his mind on other things. It wasn't supposed to be this way he mused, ruefully. I'm only twenty-nine years old and I shouldn't be impotent. Even Viagra hadn't done its job and his doctor blamed the problem on anxiety-generated adrenalin, which was, he'd said, the enemy of erections. But still, Shelly shouldn't be cheating on me. It just makes it worse. She should be helping me. I feel like people can see those cuckold horns on my head.
"Uh, Mr. Slade? Sir? Are you OK?"
Sam looked up, startled from his sad reverie. "Oh, Sally. Sorry. I guess I was dreaming. What can I do for you?"
"Uh, Sir? Like? It's about my essay, Sir? You said you'd help me?"
"Yeah, that's right, Sally. There were some things in it that... well... that I don't think you want to write about. Not for school, anyway." He looked at the cute, petite youngster standing by his desk and he felt a stirring in his groin. Damn! Guilt washed over him as he fought the immoral thoughts that Sally and some of her classmates aroused in him. He couldn't get it up for his beautiful, buxom wife but these nubile nymphets gave him an almost constant erection while in class. "But we can't go over it here... not now... can you come back after class?"
"Sure, Mr. Slade. Today?"
"Yeah... after four thirty, Sally." What was he thinking? Why did the young, timid ones get to him while his aggressive, demanding wife of four years left him limp and unable to perform? "In my office."
The teacher reminded Sally of her Uncle Ben, the uncle she had written about in her essay, 'My Special Family'. Mr. Slade was bigger and better looking than Uncle Ben but he was gentle and nice and she liked him a lot. Lots more than that awful Miss Miller who yelled at her and never said she did good work. Why did Mr. Slade want to talk to her about her essay? She'd been very careful to put in commas and capitals and all that stuff.
Why was he such a wimp? He'd known what he'd find when he went home at noon so why had he gone unless he was prepared to do something about it? But, even though he'd suspected that Shelly was cheating, it had been a shock to actually see it.
Sam's underperforming organ stirred as, perversely, his libido was activated by the memory of what he'd seen. Rick Adams wasn't much to look at and he'd been surprised that he was Shelly's choice. Maybe he was just one of several? But the probable reason for choosing the small, plain man became very evident when he dismounted from the faithless wife's spread-eagled body and she mounted him. Damn! The guy had almost ten inches. So the answer was there. He was being long-cocked.
The schoolteacher hadn't been concerned about size until today. His own
endowment was more than seven inches, and thick, too. He knew he was above
average but he couldn't compete with
His last class was finished at three so, as if to rub salt into his cuckoldry wound, Sam had gone home to see if Shelly was there. She wasn't and there was no evidence of the lewd display he'd observed at noon. Feeling sick with jealousy and anger he'd put on his running shorts. After his young student finished her office visit, he'd run until he was exhausted and maybe that would help him get over the trauma of Shelly's betrayal of their vows.
Sam heard the timid knock at the door and looked at his watch. It would be Sally. God. Even her uncle was getting it while he, himself, couldn't even get it up, let alone, in. He got up from the desk and opened the door, then closed it.
"Uh, I brought my essay, Mr. Slade. Was it? Like? Is there stuff wrong with it? I really worked hard on it, Sir."
"No, Sally, the grammar and punctuation are almost perfect. It's just that... well... what you've written is sort of private? You know? Things you shouldn't tell other people about?" Damn! Her uncle might be an unprincipled lecher but Sam could understand why. The girl was a beauty. Her small mouth had an indefinable sexiness about it that was accentuated by the sultry look in her heavy-lidded eyes. She just naturally looked like she was asking for it. And, even though she was petite, she was shapely. And the clothes she wore showed off her cute, round little bum and the twin, outthrust projections of her nicely developing bust.
"But Sir? I... like... you said we were s'posed to talk about feelings and stuff. And Uncle Ben gives me real good feelings. I didn't... like... use bad words or nothin' like that?" I wonder if he has a little niece or someone to teach stuff to? I bet he does a good job, if he has someone.
"I know, Sally... it's just... like... you say in your essay that it's a secret between you and your uncle... but now it isn't a secret." True, she hadn't said directly that he uncle had fucked her or that she'd sucked his cock but it was easy to read all that between the lines.
"Yeah, but you're my teacher. You're not gonna tell are you?"
"Of course not, Sally. But? Maybe I misread what you wrote? What did you mean when you wrote," and he took the essay from her and quickly found the quote, "Uncle Ben showed me with his hands how I could have fun by myself like older girls?"
"Uh, like... he... you know, Mr. Slade. He played with me."
"How, Sally? How did he play with you?" God! Was this nubile, young creature as simple and naïve as she seemed?
"Hee hee... you know... don'cha have a niece or someone you hafta teach?"
"No, Sally, I don't. So you have to show me." What am I thinking of? Even if she'll let me, I can't take advantage of her naiveté. "Show me exactly what he did."
"Exactly? Like? Do you want me to get like I used to for Uncle Ben?"
"Yes, Sally. That's probably the best way. How did you get for your uncle?"
"Hee hee... I sat on his lap, Mr. Slade. Can I sit on yours?" I wonder if he's going to get like Uncle Ben? Maybe he's going to want me to do stuff for him, too?
The stirring in Sam's groin became more intense as the cute teenager came behind the desk to where he sat and, with a bit of a smile, clambered up onto his lap.
"It's not quite the same, Mr. Slade. When Uncle Ben showed me I was ready for bed so I dint have much on. Do you want me to... like... sorta undress?" I know he does. I could feel him. He's hard there like Uncle Ben got. I bet he wants to do the same stuff, too.
"Uh... I don't know, Sally? That may not be a good idea?"
"But I gotta, Sir, if I'm gonna show you what he done." And without waiting for her teacher's OK, the petite teen slid down off his knees and quickly took off all her clothes. "Golly... it's cold in here, Mr. Slade. You gotta hug me to keep me warm." And the naked, young girl climbed back onto Sam's lap and snuggled close to him.
If there'd been a stirring in his groin before, now it was a violent agitation. The feel of the girl's warm, bare flesh against his thighs added to the visual appeal of her petite, shapely, nude body. He could barely restrain the impulse to cup one of her firm, conical breasts or explore the fuzzy bulge below her little belly.
"So, Sally... show me," the teacher said in a soft, lust-choked voice. "What did Uncle Ben do?"
"Hee hee," the youngster giggled nervously. "I think you know," and she took his hand in hers and drew it down, opening her legs to reveal the plump bulge of her young vulva.
"Is this what he did?" and Sam gently pressed a finger between the girl's soft cuntlips. She had a little crown of black, curly hair on her mons and a straggling of black hair haloing her plump pussy. He was surprised but delighted to find, in the narrow crease, that young Sally was wet, wet and slippery. She was sitting sideways across his thighs and, as he probed the humid slit, she spread her legs wider apart.
"Yeah... like that," the juvenile gasped when his finger found the little bud of her clitoris. "That's what he done!" She pulled his hand closer and began to hump her pelvis against his finger. "It's better than when I do it to myself."
Sam knew what to do and, for the moment, he forgot that the girl he was fingering was so young, and one of his students. His other hand covered the firm cone of her left breast, feeling the way the hard nipple punched into his palm and rubbing it in the same tempo as he stroked her little clit.
"Yeah... hurry... yeah," his adolescent pupil gasped and then her thighs clamped on his wrist and she wriggled through an obvious orgasm.
"You came, didn't you, Sally?" The teacher stopped titillating her clit and slowly rubbed his hand over her soft, slippery quim.
"Yeah... thanks Mr. Slade... it was fab," and the delightful youngster snuggled up to her teacher's chest. "Was it fun for you, too? Uncle Ben useta say it was fun... but he said it was more fun when I done him, too. Do you want me to do you, Sir?"
"Uh... I don't think so, Sally?" Actually, the thought of getting a handjob from the cute youngster sent a hot thrill through his loins but Sam doubted he could maintain his present throbbing erection and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of a thirteen-year-old. "But tell me... show me... you wrote 'I like him more than Aunt Lucy does because I swallow his cream and she don't.' What do you mean?"
"Uh... you know..." and she squirmed on the hard lump in her teacher's crotch. "He likes it when I... you know... kiss it?"
"That's what I thought you meant, Sally. Do you always swallow?" Sam could barely restrain his urge to force the little girl's head down into his lap and get her to wrap those soft lips around his cock.
"Yeah... 'cept... like... lately he... you know... he puts it in here," and the little teen pushed out her hips and pulled his hand harder against her cunt.
Sam sensed that his little student was getting hot again and he was surprised that a girl as young as this could be so easily aroused. And then he heard sounds outside the door.
"Damn! I forgot. They're painting the classroom tonight, Sally. We'll have to finish talking about your essay tomorrow."
The young teen seemed as disappointed as the teacher but she dressed quickly and Mr. Slade let her out the side door of the adjoining classroom so the painters wouldn't get ideas about what sort of teaching was taking place.
Cuckold’s Choice
Maybe he'd been dreaming? Sam knew that what he'd seen in his bedroom yesterday was real but he didn't want to believe it. He spoke to Sally in the morning, wondering if he'd imagined that, too.
"Hee hee. I bet those guys woulda been s'prised if they seen me on your lap. Are you gonna... like... talk about my story some more?"
"We should, Sally. I ought to explain some more about what you can and can't write about. Same time today, OK? It's Friday so I know there won't be any painters today.
He was a masochist. A weak, wimpy masochist. Why else would he have come home again today, at noon?
The apartment that he and Shelly rented belonged to a friend, a somewhat kinky friend. Along with its wall and ceiling mirrors, the master bedroom had a small adjoining hidden cubicle that their friend used to spy on houseguests who would sometimes visit overnight. Not even Shelly knew about it but Sam's friend had told him about it late one night while they were finishing off a bottle of scotch. And Sam had been there, waiting, when his wife and her hugely endowed friend arrived at noon.
"Promise you'll never tell, Rick? I don't want to hurt him." The statement made Sam feel even sicker as he watched his big-titted spouse take of her clothes while Rick Adams stood quietly beside the wide bed.
"It's our secret, baby. Damn, you have great tits," the man said crudely as he stripped his own clothes off. "Get down, Baby. On your knees."
Sam couldn't believe it. His bossy, arrogant wife dropped obediently to her knees in front of the little man and took his dangling, semi-erect tool in her hands, leaning forward and engulfing the bulbous tip with her soft-lipped mouth. He'd never been able to get her to suck him, not even when she was drunk.
"That's the way, Baby. You're a natural born cocksucker." And Sam watched from his little, hidden cubicle as his wife obediently slavered over her lover's huge dong, his own more modest organ swelling in perverse response to his wife's perfidy.
"Don't cum, Rick. Not yet. Not in my mouth," the kneeling woman said softly as she paused from her submissive servicing.
"Tell me what you want, Bitch. Tell me!"
"I want you to fuck me. I want your big, hard cock in my hungry cunt. Fuck me, Rick! Fuck me now!"
"Get on the bed, Bitch! Lie down and spread your legs!"
Like a puppet, the woman climbed onto the bed and lay back, opening her long legs wide as the man knelt over her, between them.
"Damn! You feel good, Shelly," Sam's fellow teacher said appreciatively as he buried his huge cock in the woman's swollen snatch. "Love the way those big tits roll under me."
"Oohhh God, Rick. You're in so deep... in where nobody's ever been before," and Sam felt a sharp pang of jealousy at his wife's admiring comment. More sad than angry, he watched his wife being ploughed by the mammoth fucktool, her legs rising to wrap around the man's hips as she began to undulate in the way Sam knew so well. "Yeah... hurry... yeah... love your big cock," she chanted. "Give it to me!"
It was over, Sam mused, sickened by his wife's treachery, knowing she'd never be his again. He still wanted to fuck her. To feel her big-titted body under him, but it would be like fucking a prostitute. No love. Just sensation. He watched. The man was supporting his upper body away from hers and, with each bruising thrust, Shelly grunted and her big tits flopped loosely.
"Now, Baby. Go down on me!" Rick had suddenly pulled out of Shelly's steamy twat and flopped over on his back. He had his hands on her head, pulling her over above him, forcing her down.
"Nah... Rick... not yet... didn't cum yet," the woman protested but her mouth opened and she engulfed the bulbous, purple knob with her lips. "Don't cum... not in my mouf... don't." Her muffled protest sounded weak and ineffectual and, as the man pushed her head down, she surrendered to his demands.
Sam felt a certain mean satisfaction as the man fucked up into his wife's unwilling maw. She was no longer trying to pull away, however, her head bobbing, little guttural grunts sounding from her when the long shaft bumped the entrance of her throat. He heard the man's moan of satisfaction and Shelly's choking gurgle that confirmed the final betrayal as she let him discharge his semen into her mouth.
"Rick... oh God... I never did that before," Shelly said meekly as, after several wet, slurpy swallows, she raised her head from the man's groin. A trickle of creamy gism escaped her mouth as she whimpered, "Can you? Like? Finish me, too?"
"Gotta go Baby... tomorrow, maybe. Damn, you're good!"
The man pulled on his clothes while his naked companion sprawled on the bed, tears of frustration or something trickling down her cheeks. "There won't be another time, Rick. I never appreciated how good a man I have until today. He'd never be as thoughtless as you."
"Hah! I bet that by tomorrow you're going to want to have the big one again. Bitches like you need it."
Sam watched as the man left the bedroom and Shelly sat weeping disconsolately on the edge of the bed. He waited until his unfaithful and dispirited wife finally dressed and went back to her library job. He took no joy from her obvious unhappiness and, in fact, the erection he'd grown while watching her being fucked remained uncharacteristically hard until she was gone. With no class in the afternoon, Sam showered and put on a pair of lightweight jogging shorts and a t-shirt before returning to his office.
By the time Sally knocked on his office door, ten minutes or so earlier than the assigned time, Sam knew what he was going to do. His balls ached from his earlier unwilled arousal and it had been more than a week since his last wet dream - and more than three months since his last successful coupling with Shelly. No wonder she'd gone somewhere else for satisfaction. But his pretty, thirteen year old student was not innocent, despite her youth, and he had spent the afternoon scheming about how he'd get her. The scheming, as it turned out, was unnecessary.
"Didja like my essay OK, Mr. Slade? I mean... like... 'cept for the other stuff you gotta tell me 'bout?"
"Yes, Sally, you wrote a very good essay. The best in the whole class," Sam lied. It was, in fact, quite well written and she'd told him a lot without quite being explicit. "But you're right. We have to talk about what you wrote."
"Oh thank you, Mr. Slade," and the shapely, little teen put her arms around her teacher's waist and hugged him. "I'm glad you liked it." As she hugged the big man, Sally felt warm all over from is compliment. He was so nice, nicer even than Uncle Ben. She wanted to make him happy, too.
"Now, Sally, one of the things you say that you probably should leave out is where you wrote 'I swallow his cream and she don't.' You started to tell me more the other day but maybe now you can tell me everything."
"Uh... like... I... like... you know?" The girl looked even cuter than usual as she blushed. "Like... I kiss him... his... his cock. But I didn't write that. He said we had to keep that part secret. But he said it was OK if... like... if I said the words out loud when it was just us to hear? Is it, Mr. Slade? I mean, like, is it OK if I use words like... like cock when I tell you."
"Sure, Sally... say anything to me that you do to Uncle Ben." Sam sat down in his chair then to hide his growing erection. God. He was getting better. He'd had more erections in the last two days than in the previous three months. Of course it's an underaged girl and a cheating wife that's causing them, he mused ruefully.
"Can I? Like? Can I sit on your lap while I tell you, Mr. Slade?" Did he want her to do stuff for him, too? Would that make him happy? Without waiting for an answer, the thirteen-year-old climbed onto her teacher's lap and felt right away the hard bulge in his crotch. Yes. He would like it. He wanted her to do stuff.
"OK, Sally. Go ahead and tell me." Sam's hands were busy right away, one up under her skirt, the other under her blouse.
"Hee hee... you sure know how to make this fun for me... can I make it fun for you, too, Mr. Slade?"
"Maybe you can pretend that I'm Uncle Ben... that way you can show me what you were writing about."
The young teen squirmed her firm bottom against the hard bulge and put her hands on the teacher's hands, moving them, causing him to rub her hard nipples and her soft, moistening pussy.
"Uncle Ben... like... he does what you're doing 'til he makes me cum... like you made me cum yesterday... and then... oh Sir. Oh yes. That feels good. Do it! Harder!"
It seemed to take no time at all to bring Sally to a climax, confirming the indication yesterday that she was unusually responsive. Her thighs clamped on his wrist and she writhed and jerked through her juvenile climax.
"You make me feel real good, Mr. Slade," the little teen sighed as her orgasm waned and she leaned back against his chest. "I wanta make you feel real good, too." And she slid off his lap to stand on shaky legs.
"You're a very pretty girl, Sally. I'd like it if you took off your blouse... like you did yesterday."
"Hee hee... you gotta take something off, too, Mr. Slade," and the little girl quickly pulled her blouse off over her head and stood there wearing only her short, little skirt.
No longer held down by the girl's bottom, sitting on it, Sam's thick, 7-inch erection was tenting his loose shorts. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband and tugged the flimsy shorts down over his knees, baring his swollen organ to the youngster's view.
"Golly, Mr. Slade! Oh Wow!" and Sam's juvenile pupil did more for his ego than she could ever know when she continued, "You sure got a big one, Sir. It's lots bigger'n Uncle Ben's."
"You made it that way, Sally. You're a very sexy girl, you know. Beautiful and sexy." God, what a gem. Sam leaned back and looked lustfully at the youngster's soft, red-lipped mouth, his balls aching painfully.
The little, dark-haired girl dropped to her knees between his thighs and reached out to gently grasp the upthrust shaft. "Wow! Can I just? Like? Can I just suck your cock, Mr. Slade? 'Stead of... you know... 'stead of fucking you? I don't think I'm big enough yet... it wouldn't fit inside me?"
"Oh God, Sally... yes... suck it Sally. Please suck it." The teacher knew he wouldn't last a minute, whether he was in her mouth or her little pussy. He just had to have the pressure relieved.
With a skill that belied her years, the young girl slipped her small hands up and down over the silken, thickly veined skin of her teacher's staff. She felt warm all over and she wanted to please him, to make him happy. He was so nice to her. Leaning closer she put her soft lips around the bulbous, purple knob, shuddering as the smooth, slick bulb jerked hotly with the contact.
"Oh yes, Sally... you're so beautiful... so sexy," Sam moaned with pleasure as the young girl slid her lips lower around his throbbing tool. Your Uncle Ben is a lucky man."
"Mmmph," Sally grunted, pleased by her teacher's praise. She slid one hand under the loose-skinned sac; hefting his heavy lust-eggs while her other hand was wrapped around the thickness of his cock. Or at least, as far around it as her little hand could go. The man's moans of pleasure warmed her as her opened lips closed around the end of his stiffened cock. He felt her tongue slide under the head of it, her lips close more tightly around it and the suction of her cheeks draw it deeply into her mouth.
"Oohhh Gawwd, Sally... Oohhh yesss," The little grade eight student seemed to know just what to do. Sam looked down at her as she serviced him with a skill derived from many similar sessions with her lecherous uncle. Her tongue knew just where to go. He felt the pressure build up and up and he grabbed her shoulders and held on tight. Sweat rolled off his forehead and down his cheeks and It felt like he was getting bigger each time the young girl pulled on his throbbing cock.
Little Sally had only one thought in her mind. She was going to please her kind, wonderful teacher. His hips were writhing now, pushing up at her as her lips and tongue slurped as much of the length of the rock-hard shaft as she could handle. "Glangh" she gagged when the thick knob bumped the entrance of her throat and, drawing back from a deep mouthful, she licked and curled her tongue lovingly around the tip as if I was a cherry Popsicle. Then quickly her plush lips slid down the shaft until another "Glangh" sounded from her cock-stuffed maw.
Sam was there. He felt the burning heat in his groin and he moaned in hot ecstasy. His young student looked up at him as she felt the thick, mouth-filling shaft swell even larger between her widely stretched lips, bucking against the roof of her mouth.
"Mmm hmmm... mmm hmmm," she whimpered, wordlessly inviting her teacher to cum in her mouth. "Mmm hmmm... mmm hmmm," and she tugged gently at his heavy testicles and squeezed and stroked his cock.
The schoolteacher's whole lower body was on fire as he felt the long, thick pulses of hot sperm rocketing down his bucking, jerking tool and into the precocious, young girl's eager mouth. Sally felt it spurt and she drew him in deeper as her teacher pumped more and more into her and she swallowed hard, making small gurgling noises. As each shot of sperm left, a bolt of pleasure grabbed and pulled the man up towards the youngster's hotly sucking mouth and she held on to the pulsing cock tightly with her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard until he was pumped completely dry.
"Oohhh Gawwd, Sally... I've never felt anything so wonderful," Sam moaned as he slumped back while his young student continued to suck on his cum-drained tool. "You're a fabulous little girl, Sally. Fabulous."
"Oh Sir. Oh, Mr. Slade. I'm glad you liked it. You're so good to me, Sir." The pretty, dark-haired girl looked up at her teacher, a glob of unswallowed semen dripping stringily from her loosely parted lips. "Was I really good?"
"The best, Sally. But... like... what about you? Do you want me to... to make you cum, too?"
"No... not now, Mr. Slade. I gotta go home. But... maybe... can we have another meeting tomorrow? You can... like... finish goin' over my essay."
"But that's Saturday, Sally?"
"Yeah... I know... then I won't hafta hurry home."
By the time his pretty, sexy young student was dressed, Sam felt as if he could go again but it was late. Sally left with the understanding that tomorrow he would meet her at the back door of the school and they'd come in to his office and talk some more about her essay. Or whatever.
Sam sat at his desk for almost an hour after Sally left. His body was relaxed, completely drained by the young girl's surprisingly skilful mouth. His mind, however, was in turmoil. As much as he tried to remember only the delightfully erotic image of his pretty, little student's red lips wrapped around his cock, other images intruded. He kept seeing his wife, spread-eagled on their bed, grunting, her big tits flopping loosely and her fat quim swallowing the long cock plunging repeatedly into depths of her body that he could never reach. And, too, he saw her kneeling submissively as creamy gism drooled from her slack-jawed mouth. Perversely, his thoroughly drained organ swelled, incited as much by the images of his treacherous wife as by his memory of his young student.
"Hi, Honey. You're late? Did you have a hard day, darling?"
Shelly greeted him with a cheery smile. She was wearing a t-shirt and it was obvious that her big, soft breasts were bare under it. They jiggled and swayed provocatively as she came close and offered her mouth for a kiss. Sam's lips brushed hers briefly. He remembered vividly that those same lips had recently been the cum-slimed receptacle for another man's lust. He headed for the bar to get a drink.
"Please, dear... let me get it. Scotch?"
"Yeah... lots of ice." God, she hadn't offered to get him a drink since the first year they were married, seven years ago. She'd been a sweet wife, at first. But she'd become progressively more demanding, more critical and, above all, more domineering. And, despite the appeal of her lush body, he had become more and more apprehensive and timid about sex.
"Have I told you lately that I love you?" Shelly asked as she brought him his drink and sat o the edge of his reclining chair. "You're a pretty special guy, you know. And I guess I've been sort of bitchy, haven't I?"
"It's OK, Shelly. I've given you lots to bitch about, I guess." But not enough to justify what you've done. Can't you see those horns on my head? The ones you gave me yesterday and today. And God knows how many other times. "It must be hard for you... like... me not being able to... you know?" Why am I such a wimp? Why can't I tell her what I saw and how it made me feel? Rick was right when he called her a bitch and I bet she'll be panting for his 10 inches again by tomorrow.
"It may be a lot my fault, darling?" Shelly's hand dropped to his groin and Sam's penis seemed to shrivel and try to retreat up inside. What was the matter with him? Why couldn't he just grab her and lay her, right here on the living room floor? Despite young Sally's ministrations, he had that almost nauseous feeling of desire in his belly.
"Maybe we can eat out tonight? A quiet dinner, some wine and... well, we can see what develops. But it's OK, darling... I just want to be with you... to make you happy."
Sam couldn't believe his wife's behaviour that evening. She was soft-spoken, solicitous and affectionate. And, most surprising of all, she was meek, almost timid. But there was no way he was going to have a wet deck. Or, more accurately, a wet mouth. He couldn't bring himself to kiss her, at least, not with his tongue. In bed, she snuggled and cuddled but there was no aggression. His usually limp organ swelled in appreciation of her seemingly changed personality and, by the time she slept, he had the best hard on he'd had, except with young Sally, for many months. But the image of her in this same bed with another man's cock ploughing her fat furrow kept him from mounting her big-titted frame.
Was he crazy? My God, they could send him to jail for what he did yesterday... and what he was planning to do today. Sam was sitting on a bench beside the back door of the school, waiting for the tempting, little thirteen-year-old.
Saturday was a good day for what he planned. The school would be vacant. The janitors cleaned on Friday night and no self-respecting teacher was going to give up a weekend day for anything short of catastrophe so he'd be alone with the pretty, precocious youngster.
"Hi, Mr. Slade. Been waiting long?" Sally spoke cheerily as she came around the corner.
"Just a few minutes, Sally. And you're early, anyway." He couldn't take his eyes from the sight of the attractive youngster. She was wearing a flimsy top that didn't quite reach her midriff, leaving her belly with its adorable navel bare. He could see the dark outline of her aureoles through the light fabric, which was poked out by her nipples. Her skirt began well below her navel, a hip-hugger, and ended at her upper thighs, so short that, even standing as she was, he could see the edge of her pink panties. He felt an ache in his groin.
"I guess I left my essay in your office yesterday. I was kind of flustered when I left. Were you flustered too, Mr. Slade," she asked, a cute, little grin playing at the corner of her mouth.
"Yeah, I guess so," and Sam felt his face flush with embarrassment and he turned away to unlock the door. He was a kook. The girl followed him inside and down the dark, windowless hallway to his dark, windowless office.
"Golly, that's sure bright," Sally exclaimed when he turned on the overhead light. Then he turned on the desk lamp and extinguished the ceiling light so they could see without the glare.
"Was it? Like? My story... was it really the best in the class?" She had picked her essay paper off the floor beside the desk where it had fallen yesterday when she was pleasing her teacher.
"Definitely, Sally." Sam sat down by the desk and Sally stood in front of him, smiling. "But I have another question about it."
"Uh huh... what's it about?" The pretty thirteen-year-old shifted her weight from one foot to the other as if she was anxious about something. And she was. She could hardly wait until she took off her clothes to hear what her teacher would say when he saw the change. Would he be pleased? She sure hoped so. Uncle Ben liked it so Mr. Slade should, too.
"First, come closer, Sally. Does you uncle ever kiss you?"
"Yeah... sometimes. Do you wanta kiss me, Sir?" and as she asked, she moved in between his legs and leaned close.
For both of them, the kiss was special. For Sally because her uncle had never really kissed her, not with his tongue, and after she got over the initial shock, her teacher's kiss made her all warm inside. For him, the girl's obvious inexperience (with kissing, anyway) gave him great delight. He truly enjoyed the way her mouth opened, awkwardly at first, and the timid, tentative way she brought her own hot, little tongue into play.
"Now, Sally," Sam said softly as he broke off the delightful kiss, "I want you to tell me what you meant when you said in your essay, 'Uncle Ben gets me to pretend I'm Aunt Lucy, sometimes. It makes me feel real good to pretend I'm a grown up.'
"Hee hee... I guess you can tell I didn't mean that he got me to clean house and stuff? But he only just started getting me to pretend that last month." Sally pushed her hips in at her teacher's groin and wriggled them. "I think it's funny the way men get with girls... like... I can feel you... your cock... getting' bigger."
The unprincipled schoolteacher slipped his hands under the girl's short skirt and caressed her firm, bulbous bottom, holding her close against his burgeoning erection. Damn! She sure was helping him get over his impotence problem.
"So, Sally... what do you do for him?"
"I... like... I lie down and he gets on top of me and... you know? He fucks me." Sally looked at her teacher with a very serious expression on her face as she spoke. "But Uncle Ben says I can't ever tell nobody that he does it. You won't tell, will you Mr. Slade?"
"Of course not, Sally." Sam began to pull her panties down and the girl suddenly backed away.
"Wait, Sir." And Sally pulled her flimsy top off over her head and unfastened the waist of her skirt, letting it drop in a heap around her ankles. Then she peeled off her panties and stood, completely naked, before him. "Do you see anything diff'rent, Mr. Slade? I mean... like... do I look diff'rent?"
Sam studied the little beauty, noting how shapely her legs were. Not skinny, like many girls of her age, but full and curving with thighs that sort of bulged at the top. Her breasts were small and hard and her aureoles were conical, projecting out from her modest tit-hills, her nipples adding an extra inch or so to the little peaks.
"My God, Sally? You shaved!" the schoolteacher exclaimed with surprise when he realized that the little, dark bush was gone from her mons. Standing as she was with her legs parted, he could see the beginning of the cuntal slit that bisected her plump, smooth vulva.
"Hee hee... do you like it? Uncle Ben gets me to do that... 'cept at first I didn't have to coz I didn't have no hair there."
"Oh God, Sally... I? I don't know?" but he did know. The sight of the small girl's now hairless quim combined with the memory of how she'd sucked his cock was incredibly erotic. He reached out to cup the soft, smooth nest between the young girl's compliantly parted thighs.
"Hee hee," Sally giggled again and she pushed her pelvis forward against the man's teasing fingers. "Uncle Ben says he likes me bein' smooth like this. Why is that, Mr. Slade?" The precocious youngster could tell that her teacher liked it, even if he didn't say so, and she wriggled with satisfaction because she was pleasing him.
Without another word, Sam stood and picked the little teen up off the floor, placing her on his desk. The dark-haired youngster looked at her teacher quizzically but she lay back compliantly on the desk top as he moved between her legs, pushing them wider apart.
"Whah? What are you doing?" Sally asked in a quavering voice when the man dropped to his knees, sliding his hands under her bottom and pulling her closer to the edge of the desk as he insinuated his shoulders under her loosely spread legs.
"I want to kiss your smooth, sweet pussy, Sally." And she raised her head, trying to see what he was doing. "Doesn't your uncle do this?"
"Huh! Nuh! No," the young girl gasped as she felt his hot breath on her adolescent sex. "Oh Mr. Slade!" Sally exclaimed as her teacher licked slowly along the edge of her clean-shaven twat. "Oohhh Sirrr!" All she could see was the top of the man's head but the feelings were exquisite, far more exciting than when his fingers had touched her there.
Sam savoured the slightly soapy smell of the girl's pussy as he teased the sensitive flesh. Her smooth labia were like the two halves of a slit hotdog roll and, as he continued to lick slowly along the edges, he could feel the muscles in her bulbous bottom tense and flex.
"Hannh... Sirrr!" the youngster cried out when he thrust his tongue into the slit and her labia parted easily, opening the way to her soft pink canal and her clitoris, which was already engorged and jutting out from underneath its little hood. He pressed his tongue slowly inside her, parting her inner lips and applying pressure just below her clitoris. A low moan escaped from Sally's other lips and her hands gripped the edge of the desk like she was afraid she'd fall off. Sam made a series of long, hard licks all the way up and down, then faster probes into that slight recession beneath her clitoris. His young student was moaning now, constantly and quietly, but as he brought his entire tongue in a long, slow brush over her clitoris for the first time, she cried out and tightened her grip on the desk. He began flicking his tongue quickly back and forth, and licking in little circles all around it.
"Oohhh!" the thirteen-year-old cried out when he thrummed his tongue on the little, pearly bud and then fastened his lips on its slick hardness. "Oohhh yesss Mr. Slade!" she gasped, breathlessly. Sally was panting hard, her mouth wide open and her eyes sort of glazed over, completely in another world of pleasurable sensations. He penetrated her vaginal mouth with the tip of his tongue and felt it squeeze and contract. Jabbing his tongue in and out of her repeatedly and listening to her moans growing ever louder, the teacher knew that his adolescent pupil was on the edge of orgasm. The feel of her slick, soft inner flesh rubbing against the surface of his tongue, the sweet smell and taste of her musky juices and her increasingly frantic cries.of pleasure were building to a mighty crescendo. He cupped her ass more firmly and pulled her clitoris into his mouth, sucking on it like a nipple while flicking his tongue across it.
"Haannhhh... Aaannhhh," the young girl cried out loudly and her thighs clamped tight around her teacher's head as her hips jittered and jerked through her climax. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her. Her whole body spasmed with each wave and the hot-blooded adolescent closed her eyes and rode it. Totally engrossed in ecstasy, it went on forever, the most powerful thing she had ever felt.
"Mr. Slade... Oohhh Sirrr..." Sally sighed as the turmoil in her juvenile loins quietened. "That was fab."
The little teen's excitement had been contagious and Sam balls felt big and heavy, aching for release. He picked her limply quivering body up from the desk and laid her down on the large, soft bear rug that he'd brought to his office to cover the worn school carpet.
"Sir? Mr. Slade?" Sally asked meekly as her teacher took off his shorts and bared his thick, seven-inch organ. "Are you gonna? Like? Do it to me? Fuck me?"
"You've done it before, haven't you?" Sam asked as he knelt between her shapely, loosely splayed legs. "Your uncle fucked you, didn't he?"
"Yeah... a few times, Sir. But? Like? You're bigger? I'm kinda scared?"
"It will be OK, Sally. I'll be gentle." Damn! The cute, little minx didn't know how wonderful she made him feel with her apprehensive comment. At least she wouldn't be comparing him with the 10 inches that Shelly had so willingly taken. He lowered his hips, guiding his thickly throbbing tool to her wet, swollen slit.
"Are you sure it's OK, Mr. Slade?" The young girl raised her head to look down to where her teacher's long, thick cock was poised threateningly just above her swollen, hairless slit. "Are you sure it'll fit inside me?"
"Sure it will, Sally. Don't worry. You can take lots bigger than me." He rubbed the slick, bulbous knob between her labia, which gaped, open now after the stimulation from his tongue. "Some day you'll probably have a baby come out of there... and that's lots bigger than this."
"OK, Sir. But be careful. Uncle Ben hurt me the first time he done it." And the little teen relaxed slightly, a hot thrill surging through her juvenile loins when her teacher's tool pushed against her clit.
Anxious though he was to have this young beauty's hot fuckwell enclosing his hungry cock, Sam used it to tease and titillate her tender, sensitive cuntflesh. He sensed the girl's growing excitement as her breathing quickened and her hips began a responsive tic and jerk. He directed the thick knob to the wet heat of her portal and began to push in.
Sally's opening, even though she wasn't a virgin, was small and tight around the head of his penis. Her cunt was hot, and her tension just stimulated him further. He pushed further up into the little teen and her elastic passage got even tighter. What would it be like to get a cherry? He'd never had one and he felt disappointed that Sally had already been deflowered. But he'd never been in a girl as young as she before and the thought of having this delightful youngster's hot, little cunt surrounding him excited him beyond reason. He looked down lustfully at her bulging, clean-shaven sex and, holding her shapely hips firmly, he prepared to savour this new delight.
Sally's breath caught in her throat as she felt the distending pressure and she strained her short legs wider apart. Raising her head again, she looked at her teacher's hugely threatening organ and tried to imagine how she would expand to take it all. It looked to her innocent eyes as if he'd go right up into her belly if he put it all inside, but she lay docile and timid, a curious hunger in her loins.
The schoolteacher could wait no longer as he allowed his erection to surge up into her adolescent slit. "Heeeaannhhh!" Sally whined as the big man jammed his penis into her. Her pelvis rotated downward, and her hands went to his waist, instinctively trying to push him off of her, but the 90 pound 13- year old was no match for the 200 plus, 6-foot man. Her hands pushed at him uselessly but could not prevent him from stuffing her hairless cunt with his cock. She felt his full weight hit her as his hips slammed her into the carpet. Sally's kind, gentle teacher had become, suddenly, a relentless plunderer of her adolescent body.
Sam was ecstatic. The girl's sheath clasped him with a burning, cock-skinning tightness as he plunged into her. His cocktip bumped against the hardness of her cervix but his thrusting tool mercilessly pushed past it until he was imbedded to the root of his cock in her fantastic, hot young fuckwell. He came down with all his weight on her small, cock-skewered frame and, for a brief moment, was motionless.
The little teen was crushed by her teacher's heavy weight but she was unaware of it. She whimpered softly, her face pressed into his hairy chest, but all she was aware of was the maelstrom of sensations that engulfed her adolescent loins. It wasn't pain, not exactly. It was a feeling of pressure, an intense, incredible pressure that made her feel like she was going to be split asunder by the man's mammoth pole. However, during the brief period that his heavy weight covered her, the pressure seemed to lessen, leaving a feeling of fullness that was strangely satisfying.
Regaining his sanity somewhat, Sam raised his upper body from his lovely, young prey and slipped a hand between their closely meshed bodies. He pulled about half of his cock out of the hot passage and began to massage her hard, little clit.
"Are you OK, Sally? Did I hurt you?" he asked in a soft, solicitous voice. "I'm sorry... you're so lovely... so wonderful... I lost control."
"Yeh... no... I guess so, Mr. Slade. You're so big... so big in me... it kinda scared me." She raised her head to look down at the source of sensation and, when he moved his hand out of the way, she reached down timidly to feel his thick cock with her fingers, feel it entering her hairless slit, and feel his rigid tool filling her smooth flesh. His penis felt huge where it entered her small body and she marvelled proudly that she was accommodating it without real pain.
Sam studied the young beauty lying beneath him, her dark hair framing her pretty face, her red lips slightly parted, as she looked first at where she was joined to the big man, then submissively up at his face. A feeling of shame and guilt washed over him as the enormous immorality of what he was doing pierced his conscience. Then Sally's cock-stuffed, young body shuddered and her tight, soft-fleshed sheath involuntarily massaged his tool, washing away his shame and guilt in a flood of licentious craving.
Slowly, Sam pushed deeper again into the girl's vise-like passage, feeling his cock once again bumping her cervix and watching the young girl's face for signs of discomfort. Her pretty mouth formed a red circle when her bottomed out and then, as he slowly withdrew, she uttered a whimpering as her lips twisted in a sexy grimace.
"Are you OK, Sally? Am I hurting you?"
"Nah... No, Mr. Slade. It feels... Aahhh... it's OK."
Sam began then to fuck his little 13-year-old student. Her tight passage clung to his cock so tightly that, at first, her pelvis was pulled up with his withdrawal, the pink, inner vaginal flesh extruding around the thickly veined fucktool, then rolling inward when he pushed back in and her lush bottom was pressed firmly to the floor. His fleeting conscience pangs had taken the edge off his lust and he was able to take time to savour the obscene delight of possessing this enchanting youngster.
Sally had her head raised so that she could continue to watch what was happening to her little body. The penis thrusting slowly inside her was so large that she could feel how it pushed up into her vagina and distended her when it hit her cervix.
"It's... It's... BIG! I feel it way up in me," she exclaimed softly, marvelling that she was taking her teacher's long, thick cock all the way up into her body. Then, as the big man shifted higher over her, the hard shaft began to slide over her pulsating clitoris, sending hot thrills surging through her juvenile loins. A burning hunger suffused her lower body and the hot-blooded teenager instinctively tilted her hips, seeking a release from her libidinous need.
The unprincipled schoolteacher sensed, then felt his young student's response. He increased the tempo of his thrusts as her short, plump legs rose to clasp his hips. The firm-fleshed girl began to quiver with her building orgasm. He watched her small breasts rise and fall as her breathing became
more rapid. He saw the flush start in her neck and work down into her chest. He saw felt her knees moving in and out slightly with each stroke of his cock in her hotly clinging pussy and he felt the beginning of his own climax.
All Sally's concentration was now on the cock-filled area between her legs. She started to move her bottom in rhythm with her teacher's strokes, instinctively grinding her pelvis against his hard fucktool to stimulate her throbbing cum-trigger. Suddenly, the teenager's world went pure white. The orgasm hit her. Her body went totally rigid, her small arms wrapped around the man in a vise like grip, her short legs thrust straight out on either side of her teacher's plunging hips and she uttered a soft wail of release.
"Haannhhh... aahhnnnhhhh," Sally's breath exploded in long, whimpering sighs of completion as her nubile frame was wracked by a succession of hot waves and she jerked spasmodically around the impaling cock-stake. Her nails raked her teacher's back and her arms fell loosely to her sides.
Sam felt it all. Her hot, juicy vagina, which was tight before, became a
massaging vise, the little muscles alternately pushing and sucking the giant member insider her. Her stomach muscles spasmed, pushing down on her uterus and cervix, massaging the head of the penis that was rammed up hard against them. He had never felt such action in his wife's or any other's receptacle and he stiffened as his own explosion began.
The feel of this little, 13-year-old sexpot sucking his huge cock with her
tight, hairless pussy sent him over the edge. His cock, already huge in the little teenager, swelled and filled her to the limit. His hot white cum blasted from the tip and up into her spasming sheaths as he ground his coarse pubic hair against the smooth lips of her clean-shaven pussy. He felt the wetness as he filled her young body with his semen and exulted with obscene, lecherous pleasure as he saw the girl fall back beneath him, sated.
Sally felt Mr. Slade's cock expand in her and, through her own
convulsions, she felt him jerk against her. She felt the hot sperm explode into her tortured passage as he bucked his body into hers with short, fierce thrusts. Feeling the immense cock inside her expand intensified her own orgasm and she lay there in blissful completion.
Sam continued to fuck his little pupil, pumping the last of his gism into her. His cock tingled in the grip of her tight cunt. The spasms in her little pussy slowly faded away as her orgasm waned and she too came back to the real world.
As he looked down at the girl lying open beneath him, her heavy-lidded eyes staring blankly up at him, Sam was filled with post-coital remorse. What had he done? My God! He was no better than a pedophile. He had seduced this ingenuous youngster, this schoolgirl who had trusted her teacher.
"Oh Wow, Mr. Slade," the girl murmured breathlessly. "I never... like... got so hot." And she smiled prettily, not at all like a ravished victim. "Uncle Ben never... like... never did it in me... he always used a condom." Her face clouded over with an expression of concern. "He said... like... he said it could make me have a baby, Mr. Slade? You didn't, did you? Make me pregnant?"
"No, Sally. You'll be OK," Sam replied with more confidence than he felt. God. What if he'd knocked her up?" He pulled out of her snugly clasping passage, a little gurgle sounding wetly from it as he vacated the cum-flooded channel, a dribble of creamy semen trickling from the hairless crevice and confirming the reason for concern. "Did you like it?"
"Oh yeah, Mr. Slade. It was fab. But we better use a condom, next time."
There would never be a next time, Sam thought, as he helped the cute youngster to her feet. It had been a mind-blowing experience but he somehow longed for the comfortable, mature fullness of his wife's buxom body. And then he felt sick with disappointment as he remembered his wife servicing that big-cocked bastard, Rick Adams.
Why had she done it? How could she make up for it? Shelly lay silently beside her sleeping husband. She hadn't been fair to him. For six years he'd given her all the sex she wanted, maybe even more than she wanted. It was only in the last year that she'd felt like she was being short-changed. Was it her fault? It seemed to begin about the time she became friends with Ellen and had taken to heart the feminist's claim that women were oppressed. Since then Shelly had made sure that she got equal treatment, or better, and she demanded that Sam did his share of work. Of course he probably always had but she kind of liked bossing him around. He never fought back but the frequency of their lovemaking got less and less and then he began having problems.
That afternoon he'd had another appointment with his doctor. What would Doctor Riley have said if he'd told him that he had no problem getting it up and keeping it up with a 13-year old? When Sam told him, more or less truthfully that he couldn't get it up for his wife, the doctor had given him a prescription and a box of hypodermic needles.
"Fill it to the 5 and that should keep you hard for two hours. If it's longer, take one of these pills. If it's less than you want, next time fill it to 6 or 7. And don't use it more than every second day. Good luck, Sam."
He'd been rock-hard for a bit more than the two hours suggested by the doctor. And, right away, he'd felt a great tingling in his tool. Even though he'd been drained after his but with the little teenager, only two hours earlier, he was more than ready to go again. But he hadn't. And now he was lying awake beside his faithless spouse. His limp cock burned, sore from being so tightly compressed by Sally's 13-year-old cunt. It was great but he could never do that again. It was wrong. And, especially, it was dangerous. He could go to jail for it. He wasn't as long as her lover but Sam wondered how she'd react to two hours of continuous banging. Not tonight but maybe tomorrow, he'd find out. Somehow he wanted to make her regret her obscene dalliance.
Jennifer Adams sat on the little bench that was nearly opposite Sam Slade's house and looked at her dog, Prince, as he sat quietly on the step at the front door. Jenny was angry. Very angry. She'd followed her stepfather here more than an hour ago and she was now certain of what he was doing there.
Had she chosen to watch from a different location where she could have viewed the back door, Jenny would have had a surprise. Not long after she had taken up her vigil her younger sister's teacher, Mr. Slade, had entered the back door and was still inside.
It took Sam's breath away, seeing his wife fucked by another man. It made him angry and turned on at the same time and he was at a loss as to what to do. His wife was on her back, her legs spread wide, thighs bent to her chest and held by the man on top of her. Her head was turning side-to-side, eyes pressed shut in ecstasy as she moaned in pleasure. Her lover, Rick Adams, was leaning forward over her, propping himself up with his arms, driving his thick cock deep into her juicy pussy. Her legs were around the outside of his upper arms toward his shoulders, her pussy was wet and wide open, as he fucked her hard and fast with his big tool.
Rick Adams took special pleasure from fucking Shelly Slade. He loved the way these stuck-up, high-class broads came down off their high perches once he'd plugged them with his huge cuckold-creator. And he got an extra kick from cuckolding this woman's husband, the big, good-looking college man who was his younger daughter's teacher. And it would have been a huge gratification to him had he known that the betrayed teacher was watching him as he ploughed the man's big-titted wife.
The cuckolded teacher stayed there, watching in awe, as Rick pounded his big
cock into Shelly's dripping pussy.
Slade was sickened by the way his wife was enthusiastically taking the huge penis into her, taking the little man's cock deep into her cunt, moving with him, returning his thrusts, joyously working her pussy onto his big hard cock. She was loving it as that mammoth cock filled her cunt again and again, opening her wide and filling her beyond belief, penetrating so very deep.
Seeing Rick's huge cock invading his wife's pussy hypnotized Sam. The sight of him plunging his thick member deep into Shelly's faithless cunt, stretching her, filling her to capacity, then withdrawing it wet with her juices, only to plunge again, driving deep into her excited body made him ill but he couldn't tear his eyes from the lewd sight. Again and again Rick thrust his fat cock into her as Shelly wantonly spread herself for him, taking his ten inches of thick-veined manhood deep within her hot, hungry cunt.
And Sam was disgusted too. Disgusted with himself. He was getting excited watching his wife being fucked like this. They had been at it for five minutes and his own cock was now rock hard as he watched his wife fuck Rick's huge thick dick with wild abandon.
Shelly was in ecstasy, approaching orgasm, thrashing her head from side to side. Her body was damp from the perspiration of her passion as she thrust her hips, taking Rick's length deep within her. Her pussy was sloppy wet, gushing her wetness and making slurpy, sucking, gushy wet sounds as Rick pistoned his raging penis deep into her. She cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oohh, yes! Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm goingg too cummmm!"
Three nights ago Sam had given her the fucking of her life. For two hours he'd stayed hard and ploughed her sex through many climaxes. She'd never cheat again, she'd vowed. But she was. The memory of how Rick Adams' wonderful cock reached places nobody else ever had was too much. Even though he did not treat her with respect she'd wanted him again.
Rick continued to drive his cock hard and deep into Shelly's pussy
as she began to cum. She was delirious, yelling out, "Ohhh Yess! Ohhh
God Yesss! Ahh! Ahhhh! Yes! Ohhhhuuunngghhhhh! Ohh Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Shelly was frantically thrusting her hips and making guttural animal sounds as Rick held her by the hips, fucking his entire length and girth deep into her soaking pussy. The faithless woman's pussy was throbbing, contracting, sucking, milking Rick's huge penis as he fucked her.
As he watched his wife get her brains fucked out Sam was amazed at the intensity of her orgasms. She was cumming and cumming and screaming for Rick to fuck her harder and deeper. He was amazed too and jealous at how her pussy stretched to accommodate Rick's huge cock, accepting it, swallowing it completely, surrounding it, taking that amazing length and width deep within her tight folds. Their pelvic areas were drenched with the wetness flowing from Shelly's pussy. The cuckolded husband was in awe as Rick kept driving his huge penis deep into his wife's pussy, over and over, thrusting, driving, pounding, causing her to scream as she climaxed again and again. Her cunt was throbbing and quaking, gushing her wetness as Rick's massive cock pistoned deep into her over and over, causing her to experience multiple, shattering orgasms.
Soon Rick slowed his pace until he was languidly stroking his still hard and bulging member in and out of Shelly's ravaged pussy as she came down from her orgasms. She was as limp as a rag doll and her breathing came in ragged, panting gasps as Rick, in that position, pelvis to pelvis with his ten thick inches of hard cock buried completely within her reach, ed his right arm under her and around her waist, lifting her and holding her as he rolled over onto his back.
Shelly pushed herself up to a sitting position, leaning slightly forward, propping herself up with her hands on Rick's chest. She tilted her head back and cried out in pleasure as she leaned back and sank farther down onto Rick's massive penis, her small body quaking and contracting around the stiff manhood filling her so completely.
Slowly she began to ride him, raising slightly off his huge erection, then sinking back down upon it, taking him deep into her cunt, grinding down onto him, milking his marvelous penis.
"Oooh, yes," she cooed, "Your cock is so fucking big! Oh it's so... good!" Shelly was moaning quietly with her head thrown back as she
gently rode his monster cock. She would raise slightly, an inch of his
thick member withdrawing from her slick pussy, then she would grind down hard upon him, exulting in the depth to which he penetrated her, moaning from the exquisite pleasure his huge cock gave her. For a long time she rode him like that, being fucked and fucking so deeply and completely it was incredible.
Shelly's pace began to increase. Her strokes were still short,
but now faster, more insistent. Rick was reaching up, squeezing Shelly's big tits in his hands, his fingers pinching her erect nipples as he thrust his cock deep up into her wet pussy while she ground down upon him.
Shelly's juices were flowing from her cunt in a torrent. She was leaning forward, pressing her tits into Rick's hands, moaning continuously as she rode Rick's raging cock. "Oh yes! Oh God yes! Oh yes, yes, yes! I want to feel you cum! I want you to cum in me! Oh, yes, fill me with your cock, fill me with your cum!" Shelly was panting as her strokes became longer and longer until finally a full six inches of hard thick cock was pummeling in and out of her drenched cunt as she rode it with wild abandon.
His toes were beginning to curl as Shelly furiously rode his mammoth cock. He was ready to cum. Damn, he thought, I hope I knock the bitch up. It would serve that bastard Slade right if his wife had somebody else's baby. At the thought, Rick's huge penis erupted within Sam Slade's wife, exploding, throbbing, jerking and pulsing, loosing a geyser of his hot sperm deep into cunt, splashing his hot cum inside her, spraying his seed to the very depths of her pussy. Her cunt was throbbing, pulsing contracting and clenching around the man's cock as he filled her with his sperm. His ejaculation was gargantuan, his huge cock spasming, jerking, throbbing, pumping torrents of cum into her cunt. For more than a minute he continued to cum, pumping jet after jet of hot sperm into Shelly, sending her into orgasm as each spurt of his cum erupted into her already cum-drenched pussy.
Slade watched as his wife dismounted from the man she had so thoroughly serviced. He saw the man's viscous gism oozing out of her cunt all around Rick's cock, down the sides of her legs, running down his cock and the thought of her being knocked up entered his mind also. No, it wasn't going to work out. He'd thought after their marathon session the other night that they could continue as man and wife but today proved that was not the case.
The injection had worked wonders for him. He'd stayed hard through three orgasms over more than two hours and he knew that Shelly had cum many times. It was good. But it hadn't thrilled him like with little Sally. Damn! He was a pervert. He was still looking at the tween aged schoolgirls and wondering if they'd fuck or had ever fucked. How many were like Sally?
Jennifer Adams was not like Sally. At least, not in many ways. She was older. Almost a year older. And she was definitely not petite. Her breasts were not small cones but rather were grapefruit sized hemispheres and while Sally when unshaven had only a modest crown of pubic hair on her mons, Jennifer's pelvis was adorned by a lush, curly black forest. But most significantly, Jennifer was still a virgin.
Rick Adams dressed while Shelly lay legspread and exhausted, her mind and body relaxed in the languor of sexual satiation. Later she would feel guilt but for now she felt only satisfaction.
Sam Slade slipped out the back door and headed back to school, sad and angry but walking gingerly because of the ache in his swollen gonads. He'd vowed that he'd never again take advantage of his teaching position with Sally but the heat in his loins was melting his scruples.
As he left the house Rick patted his patiently waiting dog on his big, black head. "You turn is coming, Prince. Just be patient," and an evil smile twisted his mouth as he thought of his plan for the haughty woman he'd just screwed. Glancing ahead he saw a woman turning the corner onto the street that led to the school.
The woman reminded him of his stepdaughter, Jennifer, and if he hadn't just emptied his considerable lust into the schoolteacher's willing wife he would likely have had an immediate erection.
Yes, she'd have her sixteenth birthday in three weeks and he had a special birthday surprise in store for her. The dislike he had for college-boy types like Sam Slade and his stuck-up wife paled in comparison with the anger that his haughty stepdaughter engendered with her obvious disrespect and subtle put-downs of his humble status. And there was nobody to defend her. Her mother would not interfere. The photos of her and Prince guaranteed her silence and soon he'd have similar photos of the teacher's wife.
It was Jennifer who Rick had seen. And Jennifer, when she turned the corner, had seen Slade. Did Mr. Slade know that her stepdad was in the house alone with his wife? The girl was saddened by the thought. And at the same time the seed of an idea germinated in her mind.
Rick Adams' perception of what his older stepdaughter thought of him was
accurate and maybe even understated. She did look down on him. She was
contemptuous of his economic status, his lack of formal education and in
general of his crudeness. Why couldn't her mother have chosen someone else
after she caught her ex-husband in bed with the teenager from next door? She
wasn't going to get caught like her mother. She was going to find an
established man and marry him and be faithful to him. And Mr. Slade was a
wonderful candidate. She'd be sixteen in a few weeks and when she told him
about his wife and offered herself instead she was sure he'd take her. She'd be
subtle, of course, but she knew men liked her. And not just that awful
Sam arrived back at school just as his Grade 7 class had returned from the gymnasium and since he wasn't there they must have gone home. Was he going to be in trouble? That should have worried him a bit but his main concern was that he'd missed seeing Sally. Despite his vow he was too charged up after what he'd just seen to have any concern about laws or morality and on the walk from his home he'd decided to relieve his pent up lust in her willing, young body. Damn!
Not sure what he was going to do, Sam sat in the dark classroom and thought. Maybe he could go to a bar and pick up somebody there? Or get a hooker? He had to do something. Maybe even jack off? And then he heard a soft, breathless whimpering sound from the little alcove, the classroom mini-library where books and other school materials were kept and where students could sometimes go to study. He got up quietly to investigate.
June Adams hated gym days. The girls teased her and the boys grabbed at her and it made her feel like a freak, a miserable freak. She wished that Mr. Slade were her stepfather and not that awful Mr. Adams. And she wished she could manage to go on a diet and stay on it. Would her breasts shrink if she took off weight? Then maybe Mr. Adams wouldn't look at her the way he did and the boys wouldn't grab them and the girls wouldn't make fun of her and call her fatty and cow and things like that.
When they got back from gym Mr. Slade wasn't there and, giggling and playing around, the kids all rushed out the door to go home. They knew they were supposed to be there for another hour but if the teacher wasn't there, then why not go home? They went. All of them except June.
In spite of how bad she felt after gym, the poking and touching by the boys had another effect on her. She hated it but since she discovered just three months ago some special things about her body, she got a funny feeling in her belly when she was touched. But she needed to be alone and that was always difficult at home. But she'd found a place where she could enjoy her solitude and, especially, the solo pleasure of self-abuse.
There was an ell at the back of the classroom, a small area about fifteen feet long and eight feet wide with bookcases lining the walls and a small table with two chairs in the remaining space. Some years ago a lazier than normal teacher had removed a section of bookcase and placed a small cot along the wall. This was where he and subsequent homeroom teachers took respite from the hustle and bustle of the busy school. And this was where June went to quench her adolescent sex-thirst.
Her first experience with masturbation took place only then when she discovered that touches and strokes to her body produced unusual and pleasant sensations. She remembered her first orgasm well. Jennifer was away and she was in her room late at night in bed. She had been touching her vulva, stroking her newly arrived pubic hair. She was aware of her clitoris previous to this, but this time it almost begged for her attention. As she nudged it with her thumb it swelled and sent shocks of electricity into her limbs. She shook with excitement as she felt a now familiar dampness seeping from her vagina. As she caressed the folds of her labia, she felt pleasure in warm waves. Finally, there was an urgency, a threshold of pleasure that had frightened her before and had stopped her sensual explorations. At this point, safe and alone in her room, she began to cross that threshold.
Thirteen-year-old June was no longer reminiscing. As she continued to stroke her clitoris, contractions began in her lower stomach and groin. They rapidly began to build up, until she felt as if she might burst but she knew that the bursting would be only sensations, not real physical bursting. She was afraid too that she would wet herself due to the pressure building in her crotch but she knew now that wouldn't happen either. The young tweenager abandoned herself to the pleasure, and her groin pulsed with ecstasy. She tried to stifle her breathless whimpers as the electric thrills of orgasm washed over her writhing loins.
The teacher looked down at the girl sprawled on the narrow cot, one leg dangling over the side, her panties dangling from the ankle and her skirt up around her broad hips. One hand was high up between her legs and the other held one naked, melon-like breast. Sam's pent-up lust almost exploded right then.
Even if Sam Slade had not already been perversely but extremely turned on by the sight of his faithless spouse being long cocked the sight that now befell him would have been too much for the morally-challenged schoolteacher to resist. The girls called June 'fatty' but it the sobriquet was engendered more by envy than anything else.
June Adams was barely thirteen although a punster seeing her in her present state of dishabille might have said she was a nearly bare thirteen. And, despite what the girls called her, she was not really fat. She was only five feet tall and with the onset of puberty last year her hips had broadened to match her already heavy legs. The widening of her hips gave her, for the first time in her short life, a waist. Always somewhat plump, she no longer had sides that went straight up and down. Her waist wasn't really slender but in comparison to her hips, it was fine.
The thirteen year old girl's most noteworthy attribute however, and the one that attracted other girls' envy and boys hands was her bosom. Sam Slade was standing behind the girl as she sprawled on the sofa. Her pale thighs were spread wide apart, two thick, tapered columns that seemed to beg for a filler. Sam could see their flesh-covered muscles flex as she pushed her wide hips up against the hand that was obviously covering her twat.
Her skirt was bunched high above her hips and her blouse was open, her brassiere up around her neck. And Sam got a good look at what the bra was intended to contain. The young girl's precociously developed breasts were likely not as large as his wife's but on the youngster's short frame they looked immense. Her jiggling, quivering tits were so, so big, especially in relation to her petite form and in light of her youth and they were also much too large to fit in the fingers and palms of her squeezing hand. But, delectable though the girl's bounteous bosom was, the overwrought schoolteacher was too much in need of release to spend time on the youngster's marvelous, fleshy charms. There was one target in his mind, an objective that was, for the moment, covered by the thirteen-year-old girl's rapidly moving fingers.
Things might have worked out differently if June's eyes had been open. She would have undoubtedly cried out in alarm when her teacher appeared suddenly above her and his pants dropped down to reveal his long, thick, outthrust penis. And even if she hadn't cried out then she would certainly have protested when he dropped to his knees on the sofa and that frightening weapon approached her hand-covered vulva. But she didn't.
June was moaning through clenched teeth. Her left hand had found her promised land and was moving furiously back and forth. She slipped her middle finger inside her vagina and put her thumb on her clit the way she'd found worked best and was moving in and out, rubbing back and forth, faster, faster. Her right hand was stroking the hard, thick nipple of her right breast, circling and circling, and every muscle in her plump, young body was straining as she writhed on the cot.
As Sam took his rigid cock in his hand and lowered his hips toward the girl's hips she moaned and her eyes opened, rolling back in her head, as she was poised on the brink of the precipice over which she wanted to plunge into the hot, all-encompassing bliss of orgasm. Then, without warning, her hand was snatched away from the source of her pleasure and she cried out in frustration.
Ignoring the young girl's cry the horny schoolteacher quickly lined the bulbous head of his cock up on the opening of the swollen love box between the girl's legs, and inserted the knob between the lips. and pushed it inside.
June suddenly came alive as she felt her virgin twat being invaded. She tried to pull herself away from whatever it was that was trying to force its way into her but the cot was hard and unyielding. Her mind, scrambled by her self-induced sexual arousal, began to comprehend what was happening. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw her teacher, the wonderful Mr. Slade, looming over her and trying to push his frighteningly huge penis into her untried cunt. The impaling rod felt huge and it burned like a red hot poker.
The frightened youngster tried hard to stop the man's hard weapon from going further into her unplumbed cunt, squirming her butt around in an effort to dislodge it, trying to push him off and kick at him but her teacher didn't seem to understand. The head of the impaling rod of man meat had already slithered through the mouth to her sheath, the oily juices from her self-stimulation easing the way. The thirteen-year-old virgin felt as though she was being split asunder. The thick rod of meat was slowly sinking further into her depths. She tried squeezing her inner cunt muscles to force it out, but to no avail.
She looked up, eyes wide in fear, as her big teacher positioned himself for the final thrust. The unfucked youngster felt as if her cunt was being torn apart, the pain from the first-time dilation of the soft orifice was almost unbearable. Suddenly, excruciating pain ripped across her loins as the thick hot invading log sliced through her cherry as though it was tissue paper, and then it was sinking deeper inside her agonized tunnel. There was pain, lots of pain, and she felt herself swoon from the agony.
Sam was surprised at finding some resistance to his penetration of the hot luscious cunt beneath him. He'd never had a virgin before but, excited as he was from the perversely arousing sight of his wife being fucked by someone else, he took no time to savour the experience. He pushed harder and felt his bone hard tool sink with ease into her juicy cuntal sheath that had been well prepared by her masturbation. He could feel the slippery juicy walls of her twat caressing his tool, holding it like a glove. When his Grade eight student flexed her inner muscles in a futile defensive attempt, he nearly blew his load but her inner depths were well lubricated by her juices and the passage into her tunnel felt tight but smooth for his rigid rod of man meat.
Reflexively as her young, virgin body was invaded; June arched her head down against the hard mattress of the cot. Her neck muscles were as tight as steel wire and her tongue lolled out of her slack mouth as saliva dribbled wetly from her gaping mouth. June's eyes glazed over in shock and confusion as the pain of her violation wracked her shocked body and, distraught as she was, her vocal cords refused to operate.
To the extent that Sam had a sane thought it was that this one was tighter than Sally. But then feeling the walls of the young girl's sheath clamp down hard on his schlong again, all he wanted to do was blow his load into this busty, tight-cunted young girl.
June felt in extreme agony as the thick hot pole invaded her cunt and touched areas inside her that she didn't know existed There was pain, agonizing pain as she felt the hard pole opening up her insides and sinking deeper and deeper. It seemed to go on forever, then she felt the thick knob bump hard against her cervix and push into the mouth of her womb deep inside her unplumbed belly. She felt utterly stuffed, almost a gagging sensation, then her teacher's hairy groin slapped against the cheeks of her upturned ass. Dimly through the agonizing pain, she realized that the man now fucking her had bottomed out deep in her tortured twat. The she almost fainted as he began to withdraw the invading pole from her depths.
Not caring that this was the first time for June, Sam slowly slid his thick pulsing pole back out of the sucking, juicing cuntal sheath till only the knob remained inside the dilated, bloodstained lips. Then he pushed it back into her, again slowly, savouring the feel of the wet walls of her cunt sucking and munching on his boner. June tried to scream again as the hard hot piercing pole forced its way back into her agonized sheath, but it was soundless, catching in the back of her throat.
The pain in June's tortured cuntal sheath slowly receded as her schoolteacher began to slide his tool in and out at an ever more quickening pace. The walls of her tortured tunnel began to adjust to accomodate the size of his long hard pole, exuding juices over the pumping penis, making its passage more bearable. The pain was still there, but it was slowly being overridden by a stronger sensation.
It was something that she had never felt before in her young life, and it was expanding rapidly out from deep in her cunt to wash over her whole being. The harder and deeper the invader pounded his pole inside her, the stronger the sensation became. It was not long before her primal mind took over her body, swamping it with feelings of exquisite pleasure that was being generated by the long hard and red-hot poker skewering her body.
June's mind had divorced itself from everything. In her minds eye she could see herself as though she was looking down from above. Her body, naked below the waist, sprawled on the sofa, with her teacher lying on top of her and pounding his weapon deep into the sheath between her legs.
As her schoolteacher picked up his pace, he slid his hands under her bottom and held her rigid beneath him so as he could pound her harder. In so doing he changed the angle of the stroke of his cock into June's cunt. She began to gurgle as new sensations spread through her depths.
His tool was encased in her sheath as though in a silken, vise-tight glove, her inner muscles massaging and sucking hard on the slicing rod of thick fuck meat.
The thirteen-year-old girl departed childhood at that moment as the incredible heat of her first fuck-made orgasm began to wash over her juvenile loins. Suddenly she was vigorously humping her deflowered cunt up and down hard against the pounding cock trying hard to suck it deeper into her now voracious hole.
Sam was now really pounding his engorged prick deep, his bloated impaling thickness skewering into her, pushing the walls of her pussy aside, straining the well-lubricated walls of her cunt to their limit. When he withdrew until the spongy, blood-gorged head of his cock was just entrenched between the moist, clingy lips of her hair-fringed twat, ready to again plow headlong into the heated juice filled depths of her vaginal cavern.
Time was standing still for the sex-driven schoolteacher as he enjoyed his first ever fuck of a virgin. Each time when he sliced his thick cock back into his young student's grasping quim his pelvis would noisily slap into her upturned hips, his balls bouncing up into the juicy valley between her melon like asscheeks. Slurping and shloshing sounds came from between their joined bodies as his hard tool sliced in and out in a blur.
The devirginated schoolgirl felt her senses reeling, her passion climbing higher and higher as she awkwardly undulated her pelvis, working her heated cunt around her teacher's thrusting, slicing tool. To her scrambled mind, it felt like an incredible red hot pump pushing into her inner being.
Her schoolteacher's grasp on her bottom became stronger as he stepped up the speed of his pounding stokes even more. Sam could feel her inner muscles sucking on his hot bloated cock as he plumbed her grasping depths, his cock sliding easily in and out of her stretched and sopping cunt. His balls were bunching up really tight in his scrotum and he knew that it wouldn't be much longer before his pent up load would explode deep into her squirming twat.
Suddenly it felt to the hugely skewered, thirteen year old girl like everything around and inside her was exploding. For just the briefest moment she remembered that she was in school and was afraid that somebody would see her breaking the rules. But, even as she tried to keep the unbelievable feelings swamping her body and mind in check and clamped her jaws tightly shut, her moans, gurgling and growling sounded from the back of her throat. Then she uttered a long squeal of surprise as her overheated cunt reached and then went up over the peak. She was cumming and cumming hard, and she was cumming on a man's hot pounding cock for the first time in her young life. With tightly suppressed gurgling and an escaped squeal or two, she writhed and thrust her humping hips up against her teacher's pelvis, so that the invading cock would stay buried deep inside her as she climaxed.
As his young Gradeschool student writhed and bucked in ecstasy beneath him, her mewling gasps and whines sounding loud in the little alcove, Sam grasped her soft ass and pulled her as close as he could, sinking his red hot tool deep into her pulsing channel.
Sam moaned with pleasure as he ground against the girl's open fucksaddle and his throbbing organ pumped his viscous sperm, spraying the youngster's insides with his pent up cream, filling her tunnel till it overflowed.
Even in her tumultuous state, June's mind was dimly aware of the hot fluids leaking between the stretched lips of her cunt out around the base of her teacher's deeply buried cock and dribbling down into the crack of her upturned ass.
Sam Slade slumped down on the big-titted, little girl as he pumped the last of his lust cream up into her tender sheath. Oh God? What had he done? He was in trouble. The schoolteacher was suddenly afraid. Little Sally had essentially asked him to fuck her but this one hadn't. He'd raped her in more than just the statutory sense. What should he do?
June's eyes gradually focused on her teacher lying atop her, his hardness still deep within her. "Sir? Mr. Slade? Oh no!" Her panting exclamation sounded part angry and part afraid. And it triggered her teacher's response.
"What were you doing here, young lady? This is a school, you know!"
"Oh Sir? I'm sorry. I? I didn't mean to," the girl whimpered defensively. "I... I couldn't help it Mr. Slade."
"How are you going to explain this to your parents, young lady?
"Oh Sir? Do you hafta? Like? Do you hafta tell them?"
"I don't know, June? Maybe if? No. You wouldn't want that."
"What, Sir? What do you mean?"
"If you... like... if we continued to do this it could be part of your education. A secret part. Then I wouldn't have to tell but you'd have to do this again... and other things. And maybe you're too young?"
"Oh no Mr. Slade. I'm not too young. I want to learn. Can we? Like, will you teach me more?" The girl wasn't really sure how much more she wanted to learn. Her teacher still felt big inside her and she was kind of sore and bruised from what they'd done but if her mother found out what she'd done she'd be in serious trouble.
Sam thought for a moment before he withdrew his cum-numbed tool from the girl's bloodstained twat. He felt a resurgence of lust for the busty youngster but he decided that he would find a better location before he continued her education.
Jennifer had been watching her teacher walking ahead of her and had not noticed when her dog, Prince, went through a back alley on the way home. She felt sorry for him and was tempted to run after him as if somehow she could do something to make right the terrible thing her stepfather was doing. Who knows what might have happened if she had followed him and seen her kid sister's sudden initiation into the carnal pleasures of sex.
But she didn't follow him. As much as she sympathized with Mr. Slade, the fifteen-year-old girl was more worried about her mother, Joyce. What could she do to protect her from the pain of another marriage breakup? She stopped at the little park cum playground only a block from her house and sat on a bench as she tried to think of a solution to her problem.
While her daughter was suffering from the pain of her stepfather's betrayal, the supposedly betrayed woman was at home in her own bedroom. She was lying naked on her bed with her long legs bent at the knees and spread wide apart as if she was waiting for someone to mount her buxom body. Joyce was screwing two fingers in and out of her pussy and using her other hand to rub her clit. She had her eyes closed, imagining that it was Rick fingering her. He was a masterful lover but she was resigned to the fact that she had to share him with others. It meant that she didn't get as much of him as she wanted but some was better than nothing.
Joyce heard the flip-flop sound of the doggy door when their dog, Prince returned home. Then she heard the wet, lapping sounds as he went to his water dish. The big dog satisfied his thirst and then went to his master's bedroom. In his doggy mind was the knowledge that his master wasn't home and he could get on the big, soft bed for a nap. He forgot that there was someone else who also fed him and was good to him in other ways. He forgot until he bounded through the doorway to the bedroom.
Prince's nose immediately picked up the familiar scent and he sniffed the air, trying to inhale the scent that was making him pleasantly excited. His instincts began to take over. Prince stood up and put his front paws on the bed. This startled Joyce.
The naked woman laid still, her hands still on her pussy. She was looking at Prince as he looked into her crotch. "This is crazy", she thought, "I'm laying here with my legs spread open and Prince is looking at me like he knows what I'm doing." Joyce had many thoughts rushing through her head. "Why did I ever let Rick show me what it's like? My God. I'd die if the girls ever found out. Or if anyone found out. Damn! I'm so fucking horny, why couldn't he have stayed out of the house until I finished myself off?"
Joyce looked at Prince. He was still standing with his front legs up on the bed and his nose was sniffing the scent of her crotch. "I know I shouldn't be thinking this but I want Prince to lick me," she thought aloud. "Prince would you like to try some of this?" Joyce straightened out her legs and spread them wider apart. "Come Prince! Come closer."
The big dog stood there looking at his mistress. He wasn't sure what she wanted. He had been trained not to get up on the furniture. "Come on Prince. Come here. Its O.K. come up here", Joyce coaxed. Prince slowly got up on the foot of the bed and moved toward Joyce. "That's it, come here". Prince moved up between Joyce's legs and lowered is nose to zero in on the source of the scent. Joyce shivered with excitement as Prince's nose touched her inner thigh. Prince moved his nose right up to Joyce's wet pussy and paused while he sniffed. "That's right Prince. Good doggy," and she stroked the top of his large head.
Prince sniffed a few more times then started to lick the soft, moist flesh between his mistress's legs. Joyce held her legs wide and tilted her hips, opening herself to the dog's long, flexible tongue. Prince ran his tongue around the opening then started to push his tongue up into her dripping wet vagina. Joyce couldn't believe the feeling! She could feel Prince's long rough tongue probing up into her slit.
As he continued to lick the dog became excited. His tongue was licking wildly trying to get as much of this tasty new substance as he could. "YES! YES!" he heard his mistress cry loudly and he sensed that he was pleasing her. And then her body was writhing and bucking a she pushed herself hard against his muzzle. Her cries frightened the big but normally timid dog but when he tried to pull away the woman held his head close to her. His doggy brain knew that she wanted him to continue so he kept on licking and probing the odd-tasting softness she was pushing at him.
As her climax subsided Prince continued licking both her cunt and down the juice-wetted crack of her ass. Exhausted, Joyce laid there looking down at her crotch. Joyce's clit was getting over sensitized by the licking of the finely pebbled tongue and she could barely stand it. "Prince stop!, I can't take it any more!" she gasped as she rolled over away from the dogs relentless licking. Joyce was recovering from her orgasm. Prince sat down
on the bed and stared at her. Still licking the remaining juices from around his snout.
Joyce looked at Prince sitting there on the bed and noticed his penis was sticking out of its sheath about three inches. It was bright red and very thick and she remembered how shocked she'd been the first time she saw its size when he was fully excited.
Prince's head was lying next to Joyce's and as she rubbed the big dog's belly he rolled over on his side. His cock was still exposed and the woman grabbed it at the sheath and began stroking slowly. The dog looked at her and, as Joyce stroked the sheath, she was rewarded by the sight of Prince's cock starting to grow. As it grew in length she moved her hand gently up and wrapped her fingers around the growing red shaft. She continued and the dog cock grew even more. Prince let out a low groan.
As she slowly stroked him, Prince was trying to hump up towards Joyce's hands and his breathing was getting very heavy. The big dog was getting so excited he couldn't lay still any more. He suddenly stood up on the bed with the huge cock dangling down.
And then it was like a well-rehearsed tableau. The woman, still holding the dog's penis, slid to the edge of the bed and, as the dog hopped down awkwardly off the bed she too rolled off. She got on her knees and laid forward on the bed with her knees still on the floor. Prince uttered a throaty moan of disappointment when she released her warm grip on his hugely throbbing doggy tool.
Guided partly by instinct and partly by experience Prince moved around behind her and buried his nose in the woman's wetly swollen crotch. He began licking her cunt and ass with long laps of his hot tongue.
"Yes Prince. Ohhh yesss. Good dog," Joyce panted as the dog's mobile tongue aroused her lust. The dog, hearing her panting cry of approval wagged his tail deliriously, lifted his head and rose up on his hind legs.
Prince was grabbed the kneeling woman's hips with his front paws and began humping his outthrust cock toward her pussy. Joyce felt the dog's hot cock poking at her thighs and ass as he frantically tried to find the right place to bury it. She lifted her hips and reached under to grasp the dog's threatening weapon, remembering how painful it had been once before when the bone had driven at her and missed the target.
When she grabbed it with her hand Prince began humping harder. "Just a second!" Joyce panted as she guided the dog cock towards her wet pussy. As soon as the tip touched her pussy lips Prince thrust forward and the horny woman screamed with pleasure as the dog cock started to plow into her cunt. The big dog was in command now. He knew what he wanted and what the bitch he was entering wanted as he fucked his big cock into the hot enclosure of his mistress's cunt.
As the hard, thick cock thrust in and out of Joyce's pussy she felt it growing thicker and splitting her deeper. She clutched the bed sheets with her hands and fucked back into the dog cock. The dog was hammering her, panting and whining and then she felt a stretching sensation. Oh God! It was the knot! The wonderful knot! She groaned as her furry friend lunged forward and she realized that the baseball-sized knot at the base of Prince's cock was now inside her.
The kneeling woman was out of her mind with lust. Her big pet was fucking her harder and deeper than she had ever experienced, even with Rick. The pressure from the dog's knot distending her vagina added to the sensations from the beast's rapid in-out movements and she began to climax.
The orgasm flooded through the woman's body and as she came her pussy squeezed and sucked Prince's cock. The dog let out a low howl as his cock exploded into Joyce's cunt. Mindlessly she fucked back against Prince as his cunt-filling cock bucked and pumped his hot doggy sperm into the woman's writhing body.
Oh God. Joyce felt ashamed, dreadfully ashamed as she came down from the peak of orgasm and realized that once again she'd let the dog have her. Instinctively she pulled away but the knot locked her to him and when the dog felt his bitch was trying to escape it triggered another episode of rapid, hard fucking that sent sensual aftershocks shooting through her.
The sated woman knelt there with the warm, furry beast locked to her for several more minutes until the swelling of the knot went down enough that Prince could dislodge himself from her battered quim. When he did get disconnected from her he backed up as Joyce turned and rolled down to the floor. Her pussy felt like it had been stretched over a telephone pole evem though it had been often plumbed by her new hubbie's oversized prick. After she regained her strength Joyce went in and took a shower then crawled into bed. Prince slept on the floor next to the bed.
Jennifer stayed on the bench for a long time, which was fortunate. By the time she got back to her house it was suppertime but none was ready. She peeked into her mother's room and saw her asleep, their dog Prince also asleep on the rug beside the bed. Jennifer got frozen lasagna from the freezer and put it in the oven.
Tonight was not unusual. Jennifer did most of the cooking for the family with occasional help from her kid sister. At least tonight she did mot smell liquor in her mother's room so she likely wasn't drunk. And then she heard her stepfather coming in the front door.
Rick saw his pretty stepdaughter in the kitchen and, despite the thorough servicing he'd just had from Shelly Slade the sight of the fifteen-year-old girl's firm, shapely body made his limp and well-drained fucktool stir. Damn! It had been years since he'd had a cherry. Many years. It seemed like nowadays cherries never survived until girls got older and on principle he never fucked less than sixteen years old. Of course he wasn't real big on principle and he was glad her birthday was coming soon or he wouldn't be able to hold to his principles. And he was quite sure she was still a virgin but that condition wouldn't prevail much longer, with or without his involvement.
Joyce awakened as her husband entered the bedroom but she pretended to be still sleeping. Would Rick guess what had happened with her and Prince? She flushed with shame even though it was Rick who had first caused it to happen. She'd been drunk and then it was happening and he was watching and taking pictures. God, she hated him. He was like a drug that was destroying her but that she couldn't give up.
How would he do it? From the bedroom of the small bungalow Rick could see Jennifer as she bustled around the kitchen. A roofie, he guessed. One of those and she'd be out long enough that he could get her started and he was sure that once she'd had a taste of real sex she'd be just like her mother and always ready for more.
The woman on the bed could read her husband's thoughts. She knew what he was planning. He'd told her. Why did she have to bed. so selfish? She could take the girls and get away from him. But she didn't have any money. And she wanted Rick. And she couldn't bear the thought of anyone else knowing what she did with the dog. What the Hell. She herself hadn't been exactly willing her first time with a man and she'd been a couple of years younger than Jennifer was now when she'd been broken in. It hadn't hurt her and it wouldn't hurt her daughter either. She forced the thought from her mind and tried to go back to sleep.
June was in love. Surely now her teacher wouldn't tell on her? As the short, busty youngster walked (or more accurately, waddled) home from the school she was already scheming about being with Mr. Slade again. Her fat, thirteen-year-old pussy throbbed, tender and sore from its initiation by her teacher's sizeable cock but nonetheless hungry for more. Her panties felt soggy and heavy between her plump thighs as some of the man's semen oozed from her first-fucked cunt.
Still sprawled on the bed next to his wife, Rick noticed that Prince did not jump up to greet June as she came into the house. Why was that? Then he glanced sideways at Joyce and the answer suddenly dawned on him. Damn! The old lady had developed a taste for doggy bone. In spite of the way she protested whenever he got Prince to take her, she liked it. She was doing it on her own now.
Just then he saw Joyce's younger daughter, June. My God, what a pair, he mused as he looked at the way her large breasts bobbled and jounced on her short frame as she followed her sister around the kitchen. Damn. She wasn't wearing a brassiere. And he noticed something else about her, too. Her eyelids looked heavy, half-shut, and a small, contented smile played at the corners of her mouth. Rick noted that her hand made a surreptitious rub between her thighs and it all came together for him. The little sexpot had just been fucked. Had one of her teacher's been instructing her in procreative biology? Maybe he should forget his personal minimum age limit. Getting into a thirteen-year-old girl, especially one with tits like June had was a real turn-on and if somebody had already cultivated her fuck-furrow, another plough wouldn't matter.
Could she tell Jennifer? June was almost bursting with the desire to share her wonderful experience with her sister. Had Jennifer ever done it? Would she be mad at her? June managed to contain her desire to share and helped her older sister with preparing the dinner.
Joyce had gone out first thing in the morning and Rick had left soon after. Jennifer sat at the breakfast table with June and puzzled over her sister's behavior. She'd been unusually quiet last night, almost withdrawn, and it bothered the older girl. June had always confided in her when she had a problem, especially since their Mom had split with their Dad and Rick came into their lives. But she didn't ask June what was bothering her.
If Jennifer had asked and if June had answered truthfully she would have been surprised, no, shocked at her kid sister's thoughts. And feelings. They hadn't changed since last night. June still wanted to share her experience with Jennifer and she could hardly wait until she could be alone again with Mr. Slade.
For a couple of months Rick had been leaving his computer on and connected to a Newsgroup with explicitly sexual pictures in hope that one or the other of his stepdaughters would check them out. To date he had been disappointed and his checks had shown that nobody had looked while he was away. Today his bait was finally taken.
One by one the others had left until Jennifer was alone in the house. It was then that she noticed Rick's computer as she passed by the little room that served as his office. She saw nothing that she hadn't already found or been shown by other girls. It was not at all arousing for her to see large-breasted, full-lipped women sucking and being fucked by some impressive cocks but she looked at a series of photos. And then she noted that a Word window was open.
Rick had not planned for Jennifer or anyone else in the family to see the file that he'd forgotten to close. It wasn't exactly a diary but rather just something to remind him of what he'd done and to put down his thoughts for future adventures.
Prince is a great dog. I think Joyce had developed a taste for him. Must be the knot that did it. Damn, she sure looked hot the first time he got that knot into her and I think she had him today without me being here to 'force' her.
A chill ran down the young girl's spine as she read what her stepfather had written. She wasn't sure what he was writing about but she sensed that, like everything else about him, it was sick.
I bet that snobby Slade broad is going to be the same. No. She'll be hotter. Joyce is a 'nice' woman, whatever that means but the Slade one is a total slut.
Jennifer shivered again and she wished she knew more. And for a change she agreed with Rick. Mrs. Slade was a total slut and Mr. Slade deserved someone better.
Two weeks til I get into the stuck-up daughter. She'll be sixteen then and she'll be stuck-up all right - only in a different way. But I won't wait that long for her kid sister. I can tell that somebody already sunk a shaft into her honeywell so it'll just take a roofie and maybe not even that. Anyway, today is a big day for Prince... and the Slade broad.
The fifteen-year-old girl, soon to be a sixteen-year-old girl, was in a state of near shock. She tried to blank out the image in her mind of a woman... her mother? Mrs. Slade? Kneeling while prince was on her like Jennifer had once seen with two dogs in the park. The idea of it happening to her mother was sickening but when the image became that of Mrs. Slade the girl got a certain pleasure from imagining the unfaithful woman being humbled by the dog.
Jennifer just sat there in a daze until she heard the sound of the noon whistle from the factory. She snapped out of it and finished dressing. Had Rick gone to Slade's today? Was Prince there? She had a class but she had to go by the house and see if Prince was there waiting for Rick.
When the teenager got to the Slades' house the dog was sitting on the front step where he always was when his master was inside. Just then the front door opened and Jennifer saw her stepfather, naked and unconcerned, his impossibly large, semi-erect tool swaying as he grabbed Prince by the collar and brought him inside.
Oh no. It was really so. He was going to make their pet dog do awful things. The girl was aghast at the horror of what the man was going to do. And had already done to her mother. What could she do?
Rick had arrived an hour ago and, ready as always, Shelly Slade had welcomed the invasion of her lover's oversized prick. He'd given her a quick fuck, not a truly satisfying one, and then poured a drink for her, a stiff one. And then another. In the second drink he dissolved a small quantity of a white powder. 'Sort of like a roofie, ' he'd been told. 'But she'll still be conscious and she still won't remember it.'
Shelly had, in fact, passed out briefly after tossing back the powder-spiked, second drink and when she came to a short time later she was tied to the bed.
Rick wasn't going to leave anything to chance and had come prepared. With soft belt-like bonds he tied the woman's wrists to convenient slots in the headboard. Her ankles were tied to the legs at the bottom of the bed, the woman's legs drawn wide apart and bent at the knees while her hips were positioned at the bottom edge of the bed. Shelly was thus naked and spread-eagled and vulnerable to whatever her vicious lover had in mind.
For a minute or so Shelly strained at the soft straps, which immobilized her body upon the bed but it was hopeless. The tight bands held her motionless. She raised her head and looked down. She couldn't see much but when she tried to move her legs it was obvious to her that her ankles were fastened securely. Turning her head and looking upwards she could see her arms spread wide and for a moment she tensed and tried desperately to pull her wrists free but the belt held firm.
What did her lover have in mind? She had never been into bondage games but maybe it would be fun? The naked, busty woman relaxed.
Shelly heard a sound and gasped suddenly. Her eyes snapped open. She lifted her head up as high as she could and stared in horror between her splayed legs. Bound to the legs of the bed, her legs were forced as far apart as the stretched tendons would allow and bent almost double like a grasshopper ready to spring away in retreat. Only Shelly couldn't retreat from the dark, long-nosed head, which peered down at her through the V- spread of her legs.
Prince's cold wet nose poked first at one bare thigh and then the other, sniffing at the man-scented dots where Rick's leaking penis had bounced only moments before. The dog licked speculatively at her thighs. Shelly pressed her knees outward until the muscles ached. It was the only part of her pinioned body that she could move... her knees... and she strove frantically to press them away from the cold probing nose of the beast at her loins. The effort was a vain one for the dog's head followed the scant inches of her move with little effort. She fluttered her knees back and forth, hoping to discourage his eager sniffing, but the movement only caused her splayed lips to part and the hot scent of her woman hole rose to the dog's snuffling nose. Instantly, he stopped the inspection of the faint scented flesh, remembering his mistress and licked his muzzle and whined softly.
Shelly winced beneath his warm breath as the dog panted over her open body. "Please Rick," she said in an uncharacteristically timid voice, "What are you doing to me?"
"Just relax, baby. You're going to love this," the naked man said in a cajoling voice. No need to get her angry he mused as he let his eyes slide slowly down over her nakedly spread form and paused to watch the dark animal, which hunkered over her trembling cunt. The dog was poking at the open hole now with his wet snuffling noise. Rick could see the woman wince each time the animal prodded at the opening. Wait till he began to lick that exposed little button. He couldn't wait to see the expression on her face then. Looking down at himself he could see his own organ begin to rise even though he just emptied his lust into the human bitch's willing body.
Shelly's eyes were closed. She was motionless except for an occasional contraction of swallowing in her throat and the incessant chewing on her lower lip as she tried to tell herself that this was just a terrible dream. There were small pearls of cold sweat dancing on her forehead.
She could feel the repeated flurries of hot breath against the tender flesh of her exposed body. The wet cold nose poked in and around the upper edge of her slit, prodding her treacherous clitoris to life. She flushed with embarrassment as she felt it beginning to swell. The rough tongue was forcing life into the susceptible slit no matter how hard she tried to control it. The long thick abrasive tongue rubbed at her private parts, too roughly for total pleasure but nonetheless the soft full lips of her vagina swelled happily in response.
Little by little, the woman's muscles became less tense. Rick could see her straining body sink slowly, slowly, into the mattress as her legs softened their rigid discipline and gradually, hardly noticeably, opened to admit the width of the animal's head. The heavy muzzle pressed against the soft pink blossom of her body and let the long supple tongue work at the open slit, sliding in to taste the viscous residue of his master's earlier servicing. Shelly sucked in a deep breath as the tongue searched deeper, twisting and turning in her woman hole as it would search for the last marrow in a bone.
Oh God! If only she was alone? If only she could give herself up to the lewd delight she was taking from the dog's tireless tongue. But he was watching. The vile, despicable man who was her lover was watching
The dog sensed the rising excitement in the bitch's body and he licked enthusiastically, never seeming to weary of the game they played. Rick stepped back and looked beneath the animal's belly where the heavy head of his huge cock hung loose and ready. Its savage size made to look even more vicious as it slid in and out of its hairy sheath, poised for attack. Prince's fat nine-inch billy club with its hard pointed tip dripping and gesturing was ready for his new bitch.
Rick watched the big dog rise up on the wide footstool at the foot of the bed. Yes, Joyce had him well trained. The dog's front paws were straddling the busty woman's chest and his eager haunches were poking its great spear at the woman's crotch. Rick's own spear bucked involuntarily at the sight.
Prince poked frantically between the woman's parted legs, the hard point of his penis jabbing into the tender skin here and there, but his tongue had brought Shelly to the point that the touch of the burning hot sex-weapon triggered her climax. She was scarcely conscious of the huge animal that was trying to bury himself in her hole. The first tingles of her orgasm spread through her helpless body like ripples on a pond, each one following the other, shimmering in pain, bubbling with pleasure. And then the ripples grew and great rolling waves of passion took their place. Her eyes closed, her head rolling from side to side, Shelly's only thoughts were of the hot streaks of pleasure which roared in from all directions like speeding trains bent on the destruction of a central terminal.
Rick reached across and guided the animal's heavy organ through the open door of the woman's split; burying the pointed head enough that the dog's first hearty lunge would carry it inside. Prince had first class equipment but his aim was lousy. Rick pulled his hand away and let Prince's humping body take over and he quickly released the bonds that had immobilized Shelly's arms and legs.
The dog needed no encouragement. Once his great pointed organ had nosed into the bitch's opening, animal instinct took over. He threw his full weight of fury, sinew and muscle behind his spearhead and drove it hard into her hot hole.
"OHHHHHHHhhhhhh!!!" Shelly moaned, first with pain and then with exquisite pleasure as the force of the dog's brutal insertion triggered the final magnificent explosion. Her body jerked repeatedly, pouring out its warm orgasmic pleasures with wild abandon. "Ohhh!... Ohhh!... Ohhh!"
Only when she lay spent and gasping for air did the woman realize the brutal massage of her vagina was still going on. She lay still and exhausted upon her plastic couch. The flesh within her warm wet cunt pulled in and out with the pressing demands of someone's huge hard organ. Rick? She forced her head up and looked down over her naked body into the savage face of the enormous dog towering over her.
Shelly's eyes grew wilder as through the drug and lust induced fog she realized what was happening. It was not the jack hammering pain between her legs but the realization, the actual sight of the dog's humping body, that warped her control. Her eyes focused hazily on the animal's under belly and the muscles that rolled each time he thrust high into her body. Surely, Shelly thought, surely she would go out of her mind. But she didn't.
Slowly she raised her tortured eyes to the dog's muzzle in motion above her bare stomach. The dog was no longer panting. His jowls were closed and he stared intently at the bare wall behind her, a magnificent picture of animal endurance and concentration. She hated herself for the thought but he was a regal beast. And tireless. His strong haunches hunkered over the spread of her legs and he rapid-fired the huge cock into her soft hole with machine-like regularity. Shelly stared at the fantastic size of his dog's organ as it slid in and out of view. The sight of the devil dong pummeling her body was almost too much for her sanity
Jennifer was devoured by lewd curiosity. She wanted to see what was going on. Looking around and hoping she wasn't being observed she went to the back of the house. Perhaps there was a window she could see through? And then she heard a sound in the driveway and she hunkered down behind an evergreen shrub to hide.
There was no dog waiting outside so Sam concluded that either Shelly wasn't
entertaining a man or it was not the hugely endowed
"Sir... wait," he heard the timid whisper and then saw the pretty blonde girl. "You don't want to go in there Mr. Slade, sir. Not now."
"What do you mean? Who are you?" Sam looked carefully at the young beauty. "It's my house and I can go in if I want."
"Uh, Sir. It's not... that is... I know it's your house but... like... please don't go in Mr. Slade?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm Jennifer Johnson... that is...
"Yes Jennifer. I know him very well although I never met him. Are you trying to tell me that he's here... in my house... with my wife?"
"Uh... yes... he is," and the girl's timid voice became even quieter."
"And were you trying to see inside?"
"Uh... I'm sorry sir... but... yes I was." The pretty girl's face turned crimson with embarrassment.
"Come with me, then," and Sam took his keys from his pocket as he grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her toward the back door.
"But? But Sir? They're... you know? I know they are."
"You mean your stepdad is fucking my wife? Yeah, he probably is but we can find out for sure without them knowing."
The fifteen-year-old girl was shocked; almost frightened by the man's abrupt and crude response but she followed him through the door, through the kitchen and a short hallway to a bedroom. She hadn't much choice since the schoolteacher had her arm in a forceful grip.
And then Jennifer found herself in a little closet off the bedroom, her body pressed close to the teacher's because of the cramped space. Before she had time to think about being so close to the man she looked through the window in the wall of the closet and what she saw appalled her.
Mrs. Slade, the wife of the man squeezed in beside her, was sprawled naked, her legs overhanging the foot of the bed. And Prince, Jennifer's pet dog was on his hind legs on a footstool, the rest of him sprawled over the nude woman. Prince's muscular haunches were ramming between the woman's widespread legs and while they watched her hands began to stroke the dog's shorthaired flanks.
Shelly's eyes were focused on the ceiling directly over head, oblivious to everything except the powerhouse slams between her throbbing thighs. The tremors which ran through her body were strong now, wild and uncivilized like the animal that was fucking her. She began to gasp for breath, deep racking gulps of air to fill her lungs and give her strength for the ravage of her violent orgasm... for it was on the way!
Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm," she crooned aloud to herself, "I'm cumming... I'm... Mmmhmmm, Mmmmm... cumming... harder... harder... Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm."
Each jerking throb of her body's great orgasm brought a low moan from the drugged woman. The still humping dog was caught up in the excitement, sensed the end was near, and began the guttural whine with which most dogs signal the impending breeding. His dog knot was swelling to proportions the woman had never before taken and Shelly was whimpering now, partly from the pain of the growing knot, partly from the pleasure of pre- climax when the world is a wonderful soft glow of clouds floating. "Oohhhh, Mmmm, Ooohhhhhh," she groaned louder as she climbed a mountain of orgasms and reached the pinnacle. "OHHHH OHHH"!!!"
She lay exhausted and limp; her body suddenly squeezed dry of passion and drained of all movement. There was only the faintest flutter of motion beneath the ivory lids and a single sigh. And still the dog hammered his bone into her lifeless form. His knob would no longer pull free of the bitch's body beneath. The long deep thrusts had suddenly become a staccato of short stabs that shook her body on the table with their intensity.
Rick never took his eyes from the woman's tortured face until she had given herself to the animal and sank in exhaustion. He had taken many pictures and, especially after she saw them, she would never be the same in her own eyes again. He, Rick Adams, had seen to that! And now it was his turn. Joyce was his meal ticket but this one would supply his luxury money. Rick let his cold hard eyes slide down the woman's still body to the brown velour of her open crotch and watched the dog's unusually thick penis ripping away the last vestiges of her fallen dignity. The dog humped one last time, twice, then stood still with his dark head down, panting, as he patiently waited for the swelling to go down in his buried staff. Hung up, as he was on the narrow frame of the woman's body, he could do nothing but squat over his vaginal prison and wait.
Sam couldn't believe what he was witnessing but the lewd obscenity of the tableau, the sight of his faithless wife being humbled in this way brought on a libidinous rush. His hands were on the girl, his erection pressed to her hip and she was like a statue, frozen with her eyes glued to the scene before her.
He couldn't stand it. That bastard was defiling his wife and even though she
was a faithless bitch, he was angry with Rick. Yes, two birds with one stone, he
thought although at this point thinking wasn't his forte. He'd satisfy his
sexual need and get even with
"Did you like that?" Sam said through gritted teeth as he dragged the shocked girl with him out of the bedroom and down the basement stairs to the messy recreation room. "Did you like seeing your Daddy humiliate my wife... and me?
Jennifer was blushing bright crimson and she made a determined motion to break away from the cuckolded schoolteacher, turning sharply away and moving as if to brush past his restraining arm. The man was too fast for her, however, tightening his grip at the same time that he shifted his own stance, moving so that her momentum carried her directly into him, face on. She recoiled from that jarring contact and might have stumbled backward against the television if Sam Slade's strong arms and hands had not shot out, seizing her tightly by the shoulders to hold her upright, then tugging her back tightly against him. He sighed as the soft mounds of her youthful breasts flattened provocatively against his broad, muscular chest.
Jennifer stood with eyes downcast for a long moment, and then she risked a glance upward at the teacher's face. She was frightened of him but at the same time she felt sympathy for him. Their eyes locked as he kept her held tightly against him, touching from chest to loins in what was rapidly becoming a very intimate embrace.
She should have expected the kiss, should have seen it coming, and yet when it did come it managed to take her completely by surprise. Suddenly his sensual lips were covering hers, and his powerful tongue was snaking into her mouth, forcing her pearly little teeth apart as it sought out her own tongue and challenged that organ into a dueling little lust dance. Jennifer resisted at first, and then some initial barrier seemed to collapse within her, and her tongue was reacting as if with an intelligence of its own, following his and complementing its movements, darting and glancing about in an instinctive rhythm of barely simulated oral fucking.
Jennifer's heart seemed to leap into her throat as she felt Sam Slade's hands on the move over her body, sliding deftly down from their vantage point on her shoulders to clasp the outer swell of her ripe young woman's breasts. She tensed immediately, pushing against his broad chest with both hands as if to escape from his clutches, but she suddenly seemed to have lost all strength from her arms and he held her easily.
Slade's hands worked slowly and lovingly over the globes of Jennifer's tremulous breasts, stroking, milking and fondling those fleshy weights through the thin dual restraints of her blouse and lacy little bra. She flushed bright red with shame and abject humiliation as she felt her cherry little nipples stiffening in response to his touch, spiking outward noticeably through her clothing as his thumbs and fingertips danced and swirled across the sensory little nodes.
Sam Slade sensed that the girl was responding despite her reluctance. His hands were not still for a single moment, roaming constantly and taunting her tingling breast flesh until the girl felt weak in the knees and feared she would faint dead away at his feet right there in her own kitchen. Every movement of his stroking, rotating palms evoked new waves of electrifying erotic sensation from her manhandled young tits, sending responsive waves of feeling fanning outward and downward across her trembling torso to ignite responsive fires of budding lust between her tightly clenched young thighs.
The fifteen-year-old virgin felt Sam Slade's hands leaving her breasts briefly, then returning to attack the tiny buttons which held her thin blouse together in front and soon the garment hung open and useless and her bra was gone, baring her thrusting young tits.
Sam feasted his hungry eyes on the mounding orbs of the young girl's tits, higher, firmer and smaller than her younger sister's heavy fleshbags. ogling the way in which her cherry pink little nipples were plainly visible. He reached forward with both of his big hands, seizing one nipple between each of his thumbs and forefingers.
He twirled the little sensory buds between his fingers artfully, first slowly, then rapidly, evoking the utmost in electrifying pleasure from each of the thrusting little fleshy stems. Jennifer could feel her passionate response growing inside her in spite of herself and the nagging voice of conscience, which cried out to her from the cloudy back of her mind. She was rapidly losing control of her own feelings, and she instinctively knew that she was in trouble, big trouble.
Jennifer's knees were weak and trembling as she stood there in amazement, her breasts actually began to glow from the man's caress with a bizarre sort of sensual warmth which was truly exciting. Her young eyes were half-closed, and her breath was coming in short pants as she found herself totally unable to control the unbelievable reactions of her young body. The schoolteacher's constantly moving hands had lulled Jennifer into an erotic sense of security, and she was rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet in time to his tit-teasing gesture, moaning and mewling out little cries of pleasure from deep in her throat.
Slade bent forward from the waist, slowly and gently bringing his lips into contact with the soft ivory curve of one breast. Slowly, tauntingly, he nibbled and licked his way along the smooth slope of her tit until he reached the rigid little apex of her vibrant nipple. He virtually inhaled that little nub of sensory nerve endings, engulfing a great mouthful of breast flesh in the process and pinning it between gentle teeth, his flicking, darting tongue-tip already at work on the task of driving her little nipple insane with liquid heated desire.
Jennifer might have collapsed to the floor at that very moment if she had not thrust her trembling hands upward, seizing Slade's broad shoulders and thus supporting herself. The action also served to arch her back slightly, thrusting her excited breasts outward and offering them more openly to the avidly working mouth of the syndicate hit man.
Slade slowly, tauntingly drew his mouth away from the shivering peaks of her excited little nipples, letting his lips and flicking tongue trail wetly down the palpitating plain of her flat little belly. He was sinking slowly to his knees now, giving himself easier access to her lower body as he licked, sucked and nibbled his way downward across her stomach.
Jennifer instinctively knew what was coming and what the evil stranger had in mind, but she could not bring herself to acknowledge his desire until she felt his big hands on her firm thighs, relentlessly sliding under the hem of her short, tight skirt. That hem caught on his thick wrists, forcing the covering garment farther upward with each fraction of an inch his hands and arms traveled, threatening to reveal her entire panty-covered little crotch to his gaze momentarily.
Jennifer could not suppress a sob as the hem of her now useless skirt reached her wide hips and continued upward, clearing her loins completely now as Sam Slade lifted it out of the way and tucked it quickly and expertly in the waistband of her skirt. Now his hands and eyes were paying homage to the tanned columns of her firm but pliant thighs, fingertips grazing little electric paths of illicit excitement up and down the ivory flesh, drawing ever closer to the barely-covered seat of her feminine lust.
Jennifer closed her eyes tightly, breathing through flaring nostrils as she fought to regain some slight measure of her own rapidly disappearing self-control. The ingenuous virgin's stern resolve was forcibly shattered by the sudden wet touch of Sam Slade's tongue high on the sensitive flesh of her soft inner thigh. She gasped aloud at the electrifying sensation, recoiling away from that ultimate act of perversion so that her plump little ass cheeks butted tightly against the television behind her. Slade followed her every move, scooting forward on his knees, his flicking, darting tongue nearer losing a stroke as it maneuvered onward and upward along her stinging thigh.
The young girl was sobbing now, bringing down her hands to tangle her clawed fingers in the older man's hair, desperately fighting to force his ravenous face away from the target zone of her chaste loins. To her chagrin and dismay, she found that she simply did not possess the physical strength or, although she wouldn't admit it, the resolve needed to wrench his mouth away from the moist flesh of her upper thigh.
Sam Slade pressed his face close into the tight valley formed by the young girl's tightly clenched thighs. His eyes were on a direct level with the sopping wet crotchband of her almost transparent little bikini underpants, and he could plainly smell the rich womanly aroma of her feminine lust secretions seeping through the panties. The odor was enough to inflame him to the utmost, driving him almost insane with raging carnal desire for the young girl's plainly virginal body.
Slade hooked the clawed fingers of his two big hands in the tight elastic waistband of Jennifer Adams's panties. He jerked sharply downward on the yielding garment, uttering a low animal growl of pure lust as he made his aggressive attack. Her panties were quickly hauled down to mid thigh, totally revealing the downy curls of pubic hair to his gaze, and then the flimsy material parted in his hands with a loud ripping noise. Satisfied at last, Slade flung the useless scraps of wet material away onto the floor at either side.
Jennifer let out a croaking little sob of embarrassment now that her naked loins were totally revealed to the eyes and hands of this clearly lecherous older man. She trembled violently, suddenly going weak in the knees as she realized that his probing eyes were on a direct level with the puckered little nether lips of her cunt, examining every furrow and swell of her secret genitals with prurient curiosity.
With a rumbling growl of pure animal sexuality, Sam Slade suddenly thrust his face forward, plastering the sucking lips of his hungry mouth directly over the pink little portal of Jennifer Adams's cunt. The girl uttered a little gasping cry of surprise at that liquid, electrifying contact, her knees suddenly going rubbery and weak as her entire lower body was consumed in a roaring inferno of rapidly building lust.
Slade wasted no time or effort in his ruthless assault upon the young woman's naked genitalia, fairly gnawing upon the tender little outer lips of her cunt and flailing about with his snake- like tongue all the while. Again Jennifer's hands flew to his head, seeking to ward off the assault upon her nude and vulnerable loins, but once more she found herself woefully lacking in the strength she would need to repel his attack. Her hands were trembling feebly, and what she meant to be a decisive blow against the top and sides of Sam Slade's skull became almost a cloying caress as she tottered and wobbled there before him.
Slade's hands were not idle as his mouth worked slavishly over the girl's aching little cunt. They were busy creeping upward along her lushly curvaceous body, sliding first over her ripe womanly hips, then advancing further, slipping easily across her fluttering little belly to capture the full orbs of her naked breasts. His fingers went immediately to the erect little stems of her aching nipples, the milking and massaging gestures forming the perfect counterpart to the actions of his madly laving tongue below, in the valley of her crotch.
As Sam Slade's tongue snaked along the coral slit of her chaste little pussy, expertly locating the tiny clitoris and giving it special attention, Jennifer felt as if her soul was suspended somewhere between the elusive heaven of explosive sexual release and the burning hell of her own personal degradation. Her cheeks were flushed bright crimson with unavoidable shame, but her instinctive reaction to Slade's lewd tongue fucking was not enough to make her break away from the stranger's savagely lecherous embrace there in the kitchen.
Slade's touch upon her naked little nipples was becoming more forceful, more demanding, in line with the increasingly energetic cavorting of the tongue which he plunged in and out of her throbbing little pussy slit. He was no longer merely content with licking around the erectile bud of her tingling clitoris, but was now seeking out the elastic little mouth of her hidden vagina itself, darting his electric tongue tip around that winking little eye in a rhythm of mounting passion.
Jennifer took hold of herself, suddenly realizing that her hands were tangled in Sam Slade's hair and had actually begun to pull his face closer to her loins rather than struggling to keep him away. She was shocked and chagrined at the way in which her treasonous young woman's body was responding to the physical realities of the teacher's caresses but she somehow rationalized her response as something that was owed to him. After all, he'd just seen his wife humiliated'
Sam Slade dropped one of his hands away from the girl's tender and tremulous breasts, swiftly and expertly insinuating it between her firm young thighs. He quickly pried her legs farther apart, securing the gains he made by thrusting his hungry face ever deeper into the revealed valley of her crotch, his mouth literally inhaling ever greater mouthfuls of her steamy, needing pussy flesh.
Young Jennifer Adams felt as if she must surely faint dead away, or else lose her mind entirely at any moment. Never in her relatively short life had she experienced such intensity of emotion, such powerful erotic sensations coupled with an underlying background welling up of instinctive guilt. Nevertheless, the erotic instincts of pure animal sexuality were slowly but surely winning out in the young girl, and the mewling little cries, which came from her throat, now would never have been mistaken by any man for cries for help. They were, in fact, gurgling and whimpering little pleas for more of the same lusty, inciting sensations which had already reduced her in effect to a trembling and overwrought nervous wreck.
When Slade suddenly and unexpectedly furled his tongue and stabbed it directly into the crinkled little mouth of her clasping cuntal furrow, Jennifer welcomed the intrusion with a gasping sigh of sexual relief. Her full hips picked up an automatic fucking rhythm of response, humping back against Slade's face and fairly buffeting his nibbling, sucking lips with the juicy pink flesh of her lightly furred little cunt.
Jennifer collapsed suddenly, her knees buckling gracefully and her body sagging sideways, slipping along the stove front as the burning sensations in her loins temporarily took total possession of her reeling mind. Sam Slade caught her in his big muscular arms, never releasing her cuntal furrow from his lips and teeth as he lowered her slowly and evenly to the cool floor of the small country kitchen. He bent over her as she reclined luxuriously on the floor, his mouth still working avidly over her clasping little cunt while his hands reached up once more to snare her thrusting, heaving breasts.
The young girl felt herself adrift in a sea of erotic sensations. Her pulse was pounding, her breath rasping in her throat as she writhed and twisted under Sam Slade's avid mouth and hands. She writhed on the cool hardwood floor, hunching her splayed crotch and tightly clenched ass cheeks rhythmically backward toward the licking, sucking mouth that was giving her so much wanton pleasure. Her thighs were spread apart to their absolute maximum width, her heels braced on the smooth floor as she lifted and lowered her hips in time to the bobbing of the man's hungry jaws, sliding her ass in a lewd little rotary motion which told the lecherous schoolteacher that the girl was ready for more.
Sam Slade could sense her surrender. The girl was sobbing aloud now, mewling out continuous little cries for more as she writhed and undulated insanely, giving herself entirely to the raging sensations which swept over her body like breakers crashing upon the beach.
Slade knew that the young girl was his now and he rocked back on his haunches as he calmly surveyed the scene of curvaceous femininity displayed before him on the floor of the recreation room. He let his eyes wander over the hills and valleys of the young girl's torso, paying particular homage to the thrusting mounds of her naked breasts and the moist, downy triangle of her luxuriant pubic hair.
The schoolteacher wasted no more time as she worked his pants and undershorts down from his hips. Jennifer gasped at the imposing spectacle of Sam Slade's jutting, pulsating cock. Her eyes were drawn to it and her gaze traveled lingeringly over every inch of that fleshy shaft, tracing the outline of every tendon and vein, studying in microscopic detail the single drop of pearly seminal fluid, which seeped from the slit at the end of his helmet-shaped glans. In the back of her mind she remembered her stepfather's larger organ but she'd seen that at a distance, not up close like mow. She felt paralyzed, like a bird watching the approach of a deadly and venomous serpent, at once terrified and yet entranced by the sinuous image before her eyes.
Jennifer Adams trembled from head to toe as she felt Slade's lecherous eyes traveling once more over the slit of her private little genitals. She felt as if his very gaze was a violation in itself, laving her crotch with an almost physically lustful caress. She felt frightened but terribly excited at the same time, realizing that within a very few seconds that powerful shaft of male penile flesh would be nudging its way along the steamy little crevice of her virginal cunt.
Sam Slade shifted his hips, lowering himself deftly into position so that the tip of his cock was now mere inches away from the wet pink meat of Jennifer Adams's idle cringing cunt. The young girl was quaking visibly beneath him now, the proud orbs of her breasts jiggling slightly as she sobbed inwardly, ashamed and excited at one and the same moment.
The first electrifying contact of his hot, blunt glans with the tingling nerve-endings of her cunt brought Jennifer's young eyes snapping open once again. Her entire supple body arched upward from the cool floor in reflexive action, touching the floor now only at head and heels as she writhed and sobbed out her conflicting feelings of desire and fear. She quickly found that there was no way for her to control or suppress the raging sensations of erotic desire which now enveloped her lower body in their own searing conflagration.
Sam Slade slowly manipulated his thick cock up and down along the moist little slit of the young girl's cunt, paying particular attention to the stiffened little pleasure bud of her straining clitoris. He also daubed at the rubbery, clasping little eye of her vagina itself, evoking another mewling cry of mingled fear and pleasure from Jennifer's tight throat. She was slipping ever more rapidly under his total sensual control, and the knowledge of that inescapable fact made him feel larger somehow, immensely more powerful. His cock seemed to pulsate and swell to ever-greater dimensions as he witnessed her unconscious signals of abject sexual surrender.
He probed and prodded with his blunt cock head around the elastic little entrance to Jennifer's chaste pussy. The girl squirmed and writhed away from him instinctively as the pressure at her tight little vaginal entrance increased, but Sam Slade would not allow her to escape, pinning her instead with one powerful hand seizing the full orb of her pliant right breast and gripping it tightly. Jennifer gasped in initial pain at the strength of his grip upon her tender and tingling breast flesh, but momentarily she relaxed as she realized that there was quite literally no escape from this evil man's clutches.
Sam Slade continued to increase the relentless pressure of his probing, thrusting rod against the tiny mouth of the young girl's vagina, causing her to squirm and whimper in a combination of mounting fear and ever deepening lustful reaction. She whined helplessly as the head of his menacing organ wormed its way inside her tremulous little belly one fraction of an inch at a time.
Slade gasped as that first half-inch of his cock was almost literally sucked inside the steaming cauldron of Jennifer Adams's virginal young pussy. The elastic walls of her pussy were tight around the head of his shaft, and the rhythmic contractions of that muscular sheath, squirming as it was in a combination of pain and pleasure, was sufficient to make him clench his teeth and gasp out loud from his mounting passion.
Unable to bear the sensual suspense a moment longer, Sam Slade let out a rumbling animal growl from deep in his throat, and then he suddenly thrust his broad hips forward with unexpected ferocity, burying his cock to the hilt in the girl's fluttering little belly. He threw himself full length upon her at the same instant, pinning her to the floor with his weight as his cock skewered her to the very core of her being, preventing her body from arching up completely off the floor in her rictus of injured pain. The tight little stubs of her nipples were chafing angrily and excitingly against his muscular chest as she writhed and tossed beneath him.
Slowly, agonizingly, Slade began to withdraw his pulsing penis from the tight sheath of Jennifer Adams's deflowered cunt. The girl gasped and writhed anew, feeling as if her lower body was being turned or sucked inside out by that withdrawing shaft. The tight rubbery walls of her vaginal channel seemed to cling to the man's invading penis, as if somehow reluctant to release it and let it escape. At the same time, the friction and reaming action of his penile withdrawal was chafing the entire lining of her cunt, igniting flames of agony there which brought bitter tears to the young girl's eyes.
Oddly, the dreadful pain that she felt in her newly devirginated loins seemed to last for only a few seconds. Long before she could possibly have adjusted by sheer self control, she found the pain mysteriously ebbing away, only to be replaced in short order by a sensual warmth, a not at all unpleasant feeling that was already giving way in turn to a warm sort of pleasure and enjoyment.
Was it God's justice? Was He sacrificing her virginity to make up for allowing her stepfather to cuckold this man? Despite her fear and reluctance, her body was instinctively offering an entirely different sort of reaction to the intimate attention it was receiving from Sam Slade. Her hips had already picked up a little rotary fucking motion all their own, expertly complementing the man's own driving, pistoning strokes as he fucked his long cock ever more rapidly into the warm, yielding receptacle of her hungry little twat.
Jennifer was panting heavily now, grinding her even white teeth together and twisting her body frantically as the fire in her loins expanded to consume every jangling nerve ending in her naked young body. Every muscle and tendon of Jennifer's excited young body was taut and straining, standing out like miniature steel cables beneath the tan and satiny covering of her smooth young flesh. That tension of her frame, and the writhing maneuvers which her supple body executed in its excitement, drove Sam Slade onward and upward toward new and undreamed of plateaus in sensual appreciation.
The man was fucking ever more rapidly into Jennifer's cunt now, all the while gnawing and sucking at the distended nipple of one vibrant young breast. At the same time he let his other hand slide sinuously down the length of her body, trailing with feathery strokes along one plump thigh to capture the ripe hemisphere of one ass cheek in his big, callused palm.
Jennifer gasped aloud, her bright eyes snapping suddenly wide open, as she first felt the man's blunt fingers probing along the rapidly pumping cleft of her ass. She could not immediately decide what he might have in store for her, but bleak reality began to dawn when she felt the tip of his long middle finger make sudden and burning contact with the puckered little elastic mouth of her anus.
She tried to squirm away from him, dreading the anal invasion of that insistently probing finger, but Slade was not to be denied, and his position on top of her, with his long cock buried to the hilt in her pussy, prevented her from taking any effective evasive maneuvers. Before the girl could give voice to any sort of protest, he had rammed his long finger into her little asshole to the second knuckle, already reaming and probing about inside that rubbery, virgin little channel as he did so.
"Ow! Oh God, no!" Jennifer gasped breathlessly. "Not there, please! It huuurrrtttsss!!"
Even as she wailed out her plea for mercy, however, the pain in her ravaged little rectum seemed to disappear, and a new searing wave of sensual excitement blossomed there in the near vicinity of her palpitating little cunt. It was too much for the girl's young mind and body to bear, and before she fully realized what was happening to her, Jennifer felt herself slipping over the edge of sanity and reality into the swirling surrealist vortex of orgasm.
"Jesus! Oh God!" she sobbed out hysterically. "What's happening to me? God... oh my... Aaaaiiiiiieeeeee!!!!"
She came with the pent-up force of a small nuclear explosion, and the silky, insistent churning of her cunt prompted Sam Slade to follow her over that brink into total sensual release. He felt the scalding cauldron of his semen erupt, overflowing from the cistern of his testicles and racing along the ducts of his penis to explode from his cock in long, milky gouts. That flood of jism blanketed the inside of Jennifer Adams's tight little pussy, splattering far up inside her and overflowing the rubbery little cup of her cervix.
The impromptu lovers clung together for a long moment there on the floor, their bodies rocklike in rigidity and trembling as if with the ague. At long last, when they fell almost reluctantly apart, Slade's flaccid penis slipped from the tight sheath of the girl's cunt with a wet sucking sound that was audible across the room.
"Oh God, Jennifer. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. What can I do to make up for it? I'm so sorry."
Sam wasn't really sorry. At least he wasn't sorry for breaking the young teen's cherry. He was sorry because he hadn't protected himself from criminal charges.
"Oh Sir. Mr. Slade. I guess it wasn't your fault?" Jennifer was confused. The whole thing was like a dream. An obscene yet erotic dream. She felt drained and tired and a bit of remorse because what she'd lost could never be regained.
"Thanks for being so nice about it, Jennifer." Sam placed a hand on her breast and began to caress it gently. If he could get her again, then he wouldn't have to worry about her changing her mind.
The fifteen-year-old girl let the big man cuddle her. It made her feel safe and it also rekindled that special warmth she'd felt in her belly while he was making love to her. Did he want to again? She shuddered at the thought of once more having him inside her.
"It wasn't his fault, Jennifer. Honest. I was... like... all open and ready and you know... playing with myself. I bet it wasn't his fault with you either?"
Jennifer had missed school completely that day. The cuckolded teacher had not stopped after taking her virginity and giving her a mind-blowing orgasm. He was like Prince in his indefatigability and after blasting his load up into the girl's first-fucked vagina he'd used his skilled mouth on her again until his own batteries were recharged. In all, he'd made love (or lust) to the lovely fifteen-year-old girl for more than three hours including two hours in her adolescent saddle. Jennifer, like June, was in love.
"But June... he's our teacher... he's too old for us?" Jennifer still felt completely drained from her experiences yesterday. And maybe that was a good thing because she was so well fucked that it quenched the jealousy spark.
"I bet it's better with him... he knows how... than with a boy. And it was your fault too, wasn't it?"
"No... well maybe a bit? Like? Oh God June, what he's going through is awful. I don't know how his wife can do what she did. And Rick... he made her do it at first. I felt so sorry for Mr. Slade. I guess it's OK. Like, him making out with both of us. But you're only thirteen, June?"
"Yeah... and I'm old enough. I loved it and I know he did too. Now, show me what Rick wrote."
Rick had taken Joyce to a bar. He hadn't wanted Shelly after Prince was finished with her and he hadn't had Joyce for several days. It was time and anyway, he wanted to set up getting Jennifer. Her sixteenth birthday was getting very close.
This time Jennifer found more than she expected in the file with her stepfather's journal. One was new, added today while she was still at Mr. Slade's house.
I know you'll treasure these photos, Mrs. Slade. If Prince could read then he would too. He definitely thought highly of you as his bitch. If you would like to have these pictures remain just a loving memento between you, me and Prince you should plan on giving me $150 each and every Friday.
The girls were shocked and aghast at their stepfather's perfidy and they began digging through the desk drawer. Jennifer had a sudden idea and she began pulling the drawers completely out of the desk and checking underneath. With the third drawer her search was rewarded when she found a large, manila envelope taped to the underside.
Both of the girls might have been happier if they had not found the envelope. In it were pictures of Mrs. Slade with Prince, photos that left nothing to the imagination. But there were photos also of their mother, pictures with Prince like the ones of Mrs. Slade. They were sickening but no more so than the pseudo-contract signed by their mother.
On -- I heard my daughter call my husband to her bedroom. After a few minutes I went to check on them and she was lying naked under him on the bed and they were obviously having sexual intercourse. I heard him say "we shouldn't be doing this," and my daughter replied, "It's all right Rick. I needed this and I wanted you to be my first lover." In my opinion it was all her fault and my husband would have never done it if she hadn't seduced him.
Joyce Adams
The girls were speechless. What was going on? They put things back the way they were and went to the bedroom they shared to talk about it.
"I don't know, June? I don't understand?"
"I don't either, Jennifer? What can we do?"
"Can we ask Mr. Slade?"
"Yeah... oh yeah... that's a good idea Jennifer. I think? Let's?"
Sam Slade was pleasantly fatigued. Yesterday's marathon session with the shapely virgin, Jennifer, had drained him and taken away the pain of seeing his wife being fucked by a dog. He was looking forward to the end of class so he could go home and rest. Shelly was gone for two days and that made him happier. He didn't really want to see her.
"Mr. Slade, Sir? Can we... like... Jennifer and me... can we talk to you?"
"Uh, sure June. When?" Sam felt the butterflies of apprehension flutter in his belly. What was it about? Were they going to threaten to blow the whistle on him for what he'd done?
"Can we... like... Jennifer said maybe at your place after school?"
"Sure. Say four o'clock?"
"We'll be there, Sir."
Unwilled thigh it was he felt his battered tool jump with the memory of the two young virgins (now, ex-virgins) and he called out after the departing girl, "Better come to the back door, June. The front doorbell doesn't work," he lied.
The arrived at precisely four o'clock and Sam had led the lovely sisters down to his rec room, wondering if it would remind Jennifer of yesterdays' events. Damn. He was like a teen again, getting a hard on at the least provocation.
"It's OK, Sir. I know about you and June and she knows about us. That's not why we came. We have a different problem. A bigger one."
"All right, girls. If there's anything I can do to help you, I'd be happy to. Would you like a coke or something?"
"Sure," they both answered and Sam went to the rec room fridge and got two cans of coke. The girls were sitting side by side on the sofa and they separated to make room for him to sit between them.
"I... we... like, I'm not sure how to begin," Jennifer stammered after the man sat between her and her sister. "It's like... Rick... he has pictures and he's using yesterday with Prince to get money from Mrs. Slade. And... like... he's got the same thing against our Mom."
"You mean blackmail? Extortion?"
"Yeah... but... like... he's planning to... to rape one of us... or both. And he's making Mom sign a statement that we started it."
Sam put his arms around both girls, drawing them close for comfort and security. God, he thought, it must be scary to be in their situation with nobody to defend them.
"That's not enough to save him. Not if it's you, June. You're only thirteen so it would clearly be statutory rape. With you, Jennifer, I'm not so sure. I think sixteen is the age of consent here. But that's crazy anyway. I'm sure you don't want to go that far to get him."
"Yes we do, if we can get him locked up." the younger one piped up. "I ain't scared of him. But how?"
"You haven't seen him like I did, June. You might be scared if you had?"
"Whaddya mean, Jennifer?"
"I mean he's awful big. Bigger'n Mr. Slade even." As she spoke the older girl let her hand fall into the teacher's lap and she found the undeniable proof that he was turned on.
"That's OK. I'm bigger'n you and you was able to take Mr. Slade wasn't you?" The younger girl's hand dropped to her teacher's lap to find her sister's hand already there.
"So, would you be willing to get your stepfather in bed long enough for the police to catch him?"
"Sure, Sir. I that's what it takes."
"But Mr. Slade? Would June hafta... like... let him go all the way? Like, put it in her?"
"I think so, Jennifer. Otherwise it wouldn't count as rape. Are you sure, June? Once you start it, it'll be too late to stop."
"Mmmm hmmm. I'm sure." The brazen, once-fucked, thirteen-year-old girl took her teacher's hand and drew it to her large breasts. "And you said you were gonna teach me more, Mr. Slade. How about now?"
"I... my God, June? It's as wrong for me to do it as for your stepdad."
"Nah... and you don't care do you, Jennifer? I mean... like... he done you a lot longer'n he done me."
"No, it's all right, June," the older girl said softly but it was obvious that she didn't really mean it.
"Not a good idea, girls," but Sam's hands were both active now, both up under the girl's short skirts and finding to his delight that both pussies were moist and had the swollen feel of readiness. Could he satisfy both of them?
It would be quite normal for the girls to harbor some resentment toward the man who had ignored their apprehensions and robbed them of their innocence. It might also be expected that, even if they accepted their deflorations as something they wanted or deserved, each would have some jealousy toward the other. Neither was the case. Perhaps the girls respected their assailant because he was a person of authority and much less of a threat than their stepfather. Perhaps it was because they had both ended up gaining great pleasure from their initiations. There's even a remote possibility that the pity they felt for the cuckolded schoolteacher caused them to want to give him comfort and solace. Whatever the reason, both girls were compliant and willing sex-toys for the unprincipled teacher.
Even though Jennifer and June had both been unused virgins barely forty-eight hours ago the two of them were rapidly learning the skills of sexual congress. Bolstered by an injection he had serviced both of the teenagers, going off wetly into the younger girl and then riding Jennifer until she had experienced a monumental climax. Now the lecherous teacher was sprawled naked on the recreation room floor looking at the delectable, young and equally naked schoolgirls with him.
While Sam watched, the younger girl's eyes fell on his ponderous prick as it stuck up like a flagpole, swaying as if it was in a gale of wind. June knelt there, looking at her sister, her hand stroking the thickly veined, upthrust shaft and squeezing gently at his balls.
The teacher closed his eyes, fatigued from his yeoman servicing of the enthusiastically debauched youngsters and then suddenly he felt a warm moistness over his face, a weight on his chest, and then his breath was cut off for a moment. Opening his eyes, he looked up and saw a soft dark forest, surmounted by a flat smooth belly, rising to firm, spherical breasts proudly pointing. The girl's head was thrown back and he could just catch a glimpse of her pouty lips as she settled back on his chest and then closed her thighs around his face, easing the damp pinkness of her pussy over his nose and mouth.
The man groaned with pleasure as he felt his cock become warm and moist with the hypnotizing slipping of a warm buttery mouth down over its almost full length and the gently insistent milking of his balls. Heat was rising in his groin again as June continued to lick along the underside surface of his cock, slavering lovingly over its growing girth, jerking his scrotum with a stormy hand. The sweet feminine smell of the pink furrowed pussy on his face assailed his nostrils and his own warm breath returned, cunt-scented to add to his fervor.
God. Why has he waited so long to sample the nubile girls in his classrooms? If he hadn't felt their cherries break and seen the scarlet evidence of their former innocence he would never have believed that these youngsters had never previously been fucked.
Sam Slade stabbed out with his tongue and began to emblazon trails of fire in its warm hair-lined folds, bringing gurgles of pleasure from the girl above. He probed with his tongue at the satiny softness of the hair-lined outer lips, feeling their swollen fleshiness, biting at their pliant edges. His tongue found the crinkle-edged inner lips, tiny and ragged, and taunted them mercilessly. The girl's sex was blood-engorged from its thorough fucking and the lovely youngster writhed astride her teacher's face.
His lips found the burgeoning button of Jennifer's clitoris, once again a hard bud, and holding it firmly with his teeth, licked at it relentlessly with his laboring tongue, feeling it growing and expanding under his oral lashing, wringing shrieks from the passion-ridden girl, who was twisting around an his face, trying to escape the maddening ministration. His tongue roamed at will, dabbing at the luscious pulpy flesh, until it found the dark, private sensitive opening to her body. It darted inside, and he could feel her velvet cunt walls contracting, opening and closing on his tongue. He could taste the nectar-like juices and seepage of her downy pussy, which dripped down around his tongue and fell into his mouth and dribbled down his chin. He was glad that he'd finished in June because he didn't want the taste of this young beauty tainted by his own juices. She was rocking about on his face, his knees clenched over the crown of his head. All along his face, he could feel the smooth silkiness of her inner thighs and the soft curliness of her pubic hair tickled his nose.
Looking up he could see her full, firm breasts bobbing, like buoys at sea. Reaching up he encompassed each firm, ripe grapefruit in his hand and felt with pleasure the smooth resiliency of their alabaster-like flesh. The hardened nipples were like thorns butting against his palms and he could feel the contraction of the wrinkled areola as they strove to greater rigidity.
A sense of weightlessness took hold of him as he licked and lapped with his tongue in time to the sucking of the mouth below on his near-bursting cock and his mind began to wander into a mistiness of sensuality.
Then, above the sound of Jennifer's panting moans and the slushy sucking noises from June's active mouth he heard the insistent knocking on the front door. Nonplused for a moment, Sam stopped slavish licking of the cunt squashed against his face, but the vacuum-like sucking of his enormously erect cock continued unabated, in spite of the pounding.
He could sense the girl's approaching orgasm and she began to mash her hugely aroused pussy harder down into his face, her entire loins rimming his nose and mouth, so that he had difficulty breathing. She grabbed the teacher's juice-soaked hair and pulled furiously on it while she strained to climax, bucking about over him. Sam rammed his tongue deep up into the churning mouth of her cunt, bringing cry after tortured cry from her lust-tormented throat. Her maddened thrashing made a wet sluicing sound as her heated loins ground hungrily on the surface of his face and her breasts felt slippery as he tried to clutch at their wildly dancing fullness. The image her yesterday as he took her virginity entered his mind and the thought renewed his feverish tongue slashing far up into her smooth cuntal depths, where he could feel the pulpy walls closing in on his tongue, almost like a woman's mouth sucking on it.
Then the lecherous schoolteacher felt the girl stiffen, her entire body straightening like whiplash, and he heard her voice in gasping sobs, "Aaaahhhhh... oohhh, God, I'm cummmmming!!"
Jennifer's whole body seemed to shatter over Sam, and he could feel the wild vibrations as they passed from her shimmering cunt up through her body, like myriads of electric shocks. She arched her slender back and then
jerked uncontrollably, moaning and wailing to the skies, as a flood of her sexual juices spilled down over his face to slid down over his chin and neck.
The tremendous force of the girl's tumultuous orgasm freed Sam to savour his own exquisite pleasure from the hotly devouring mouth of the thirteen-year-old girl who was sucking his cock. He tried to prolong the moment as long as he could and just as he felt that his sperm bloated balls would burst, the torrents of his hot jetting sperm let loose. He ground up his pelvis against the voraciously sucking girl, sinking his member in her avidly milking mouth up to the hilt, as the searing hot sperm exploded down her gulping gullet.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" he moaned and gurgled into the cunt of the still-twitching girl above, and with one final outrageous paroxysm, spurted his last drop of lust heated semen deep into the still pumping oval mouth of the young sister below him. His last orgasmic spasm disengaged the underaged beauty on his chest and all three fell in a drenched tangle on the floor, panting air in great gulps.
"Someone's knockin'." Young June stated the obvious although none of them had been all that conscious of the continued knocking at the door. It was now at the back door, Sam could tell. Slowly he got up and began to pull on his clothes.
Joyce had returned alone from the bar. Adding insult to injury, her lecherous husband had picked up a drunken younger girl in the bar and had unceremoniously gone off with her. What she found when she got home had filled her with despair.
Unthinkingly, Jennifer had not put away the envelope and photos nor had she turned off the computer. Joyce saw the photos and the excerpt on the monitor. She recognized Shelly but even if she hadn't, the draft extortion letter would have identified the other woman. And worst of all she saw her own letter, the one where she agreed to let Rick have her daughter.
The distraught woman didn't know where to go. She wanted to find her daughters and tell them she loved them. She wanted to find a way to hurt Rick, also. She went first to the school but there she found out that Mr. Slade had gone home early. Her daughters were gone also so she decided that the schoolteacher was her best hope and she'd gone there.
Oh my God! The woman's heart sank to her ankles. Prince was there waiting at the front door. She knew that Rick could not be here so she came to the inescapable conclusion. One or both of her innocent, young daughters was here. With Mr. Slade. What was he doing to them? And then, finally, the door opened and she saw Mr. Slade wearing a bathrobe, his hair mussed and his face flushed as if he had been exercising.
"Yes? What can I do for you?" Sam's eyes took in the rather flustered, faded beauty standing in the doorway, the big dog by her side. And then he realized who she was.
Sam Slade and Joyce Adams had stood in the doorway for a while. The schoolteacher was allowing time for his two schoolgirls to get their clothes on before he asked their mother in.
Joyce had known right away, as soon as she laid her eyes on her two daughters. Her worst fears were confirmed. This man, the schoolteacher whom they trusted had taken advantage of them. He'd violated both of her beautiful, young daughters. She could tell from their flushed faces, the heaviness of their eyelids and the languorous relaxation of their young, shapely bodies. But she didn't dare say anything. Anything she did might lead to her own sexual perversion being discovered.
The four of them spent an uncomfortable half-hour without any of them saying what was on their minds. After Mrs. Adams left, the others put off a decision on how to prevent Rick from assaulting Jennifer. And then, as things developed, a decision by them was not necessary.
The next two weeks were awful for thirteen-year-old June Adams. Ever since Mr. Slade, her grade seven teacher had begun making love to her older sister, Jennifer she had been ignored. Since that afternoon when he'd made love to the two of them, he'd only been with her twice. But she knew he was seeing Jennifer every day.
The plump, busty, thirteen year old girl was sprawled naked on her bed. In her hand she held a small, black cylinder, a vibrator she had found in her mother's dresser. It helped but it wasn't the same.
June was unhappy for another reason. Her Mom, Jennifer and Mr. Slade wanted her to sort of seduce Rick. Not all the way, of course, but enough that he could be charged with breaking the law. But June didn't want to. She was scared. Her sister had told her about what he looked like... what his penis looked like... and it scared her. Why couldn't they just tell him to get out and then she and her sister could share their teacher?
While young June was beginning to work off her frustration with the little vibrator, her mother was more or less passed out in the next room, an empty liquor bottle on the floor beside her bed. Jennifer was at school getting another reproductive biology lesson from Slade and Rick was just arriving home from his favorite bar.
Rick Adams had also had a bad couple of weeks. Joyce, his wife, had been very unfriendly. Shelly, after he'd given her to the dog, Prince, had also been extremely disagreeable and it was only the threat of revealing the photos that kept them in line. But soon he would get that stuck-up, young bitch, Jennifer, he mused drunkenly as he reached the front door.
June was imagining that Jimmy, the handsome captain of the school football team was making love to her. She didn't know him other than by sight but that was enough for today's fantasy. She didn't hear the front door open nor did she realize that her bedroom door was considerably ajar.
Her stepfather had not been thinking about his younger stepdaughter. She was, after all, only a thirteen-year-old girl and he had principles. Sort of. But, as he stumbled past her bedroom he glanced through the partly open door and whatever principles he might have had melted like ice cubes in hot water, only faster.
June heard the sound when Rick entered her room and reflexively she closed her legs. Then, even as he pried her legs apart and started fondling her privates flesh to flesh, she still couldn't believe that her stepfather would actually treat her in such a grossly vulgar manner. She suspected he'd been lusting after her, all right, from the way she'd caught him looking at her when he thought no one noticed, but she'd never dreamed he would ever really try anything with her. Jennifer, yes, but not her.
"Rick, you'd better stop it," she warned him. "I'll tell Mom."
"Think I give a shit?" he grunted, grinning lewdly as he held her down and probed the end of his thick middle finger into the moist warmth of her lightly furred slot. "Tell her. She ain't going to do nothin'. Not with what I got on her."
"Ooooh," June whimpered, as the man's knobby-knuckled finger embedded itself into her defenseless vagina. "Rick, You gotta stop. I'm only thirteen."
The defenseless girl could tell by his lecherous expression that pleading would do no good. Struggling didn't, either. Rick was a big, rough-cut man, six-foot-two, with the strength of a bull. He worked out regularly and when he worked (which was seldom) it was usually manual labour...
When June slapped him in desperation, he slapped her back and then imprisoned both her wrists in one of his hamlike hands. There was nothing she could do but lie there and let him abuse her. Tears of fear and humiliation overflowed her eyes as he held her helpless and stroked his knobby finger in and out of the feminine slit between her legs.
"Oh, please, Rick... nooh... please don't," she begged, blinking piteously up at him. "Leave me alone, please."
Rick leaned over then and orally engulfed one of the girl's tender pink nipples. His lips tightened around the tumescent areole and he sucked down hard, scrubbing the sensitive nipple itself with the roughened upper surface of his tongue. The wet heat of his hungrily suctioning mouth sent an unwanted thrill arching through her.
"Ooooh... oh, nooh," the young girl pleaded, thrashing about in a desperate attempt to break free. It was no use. Her strength didn't compare to his. He overpowered her and held her defenseless as he went from one erogenous coral cone to the other, pleasuring them with his mouth while his thick finger jabbed incessantly within her responsively secreting gap.
June couldn't help responding. She didn't want to have anything to do with this horrible man but her stepfather was working her up against her will. She'd given him a head start with the vibrator and now he had her panting for breath. He was making her pussy juicy and slick. And, as if he knew her exact state, he stood up and dropped his pants and shorts.
"Take a look at it, little June." He skinned back his huge prick and brandished it at her. "You ever had a prong this size, little girl?"
"Oh NOO," she gasped. Mr. Slade's had seemed big but it was puny compared to her stepdad's. Rick's was almost half again as long and bigger around. June couldn't take her shocked eyes off it.
June leaped off the bed, thinking that if she could get to her Mom's room and lock herself inside, she would be safe. Rick was drunk and horny, half out of his skull, but surely he wouldn't break down a locked door to get at her, June reasoned.
Perhaps he wouldn't have, if she had got to her Mom's room, only she didn't make it to there. He caught her by the wrist and flung her back down onto the bed.
"Oh dear God!" she yelped, springing up again, her eyes wide with terror.
She tried to get past him but he caught her again. This time instead of throwing her down onto the bed, he wrestled her down onto it. His lust-twisted visage loomed menacingly above her. She clamped shut her legs but he wedged his knees between hers and pried them apart.
"No! Stop it! Don't, Rick! No, please, NO!" she wailed, reaching down between her legs, clapping both hands over her pussy in a desperate attempt to protect it.
Rick's was snorting like a bull. As if she had no strength at all, he grabbed her wrists, jerked up her arms and pinned her hands to the couch cushion beside her shoulders.
"Let me go!" she whined piteously, thrashing about in a frantic effort to avoid being penetrated by him. "Don't do it! Please! I'm only thirteen!"
When she felt the feverish knob of her stepfather's massive organ brushing the insides of her thighs, June panicked. Her heart pounded wildly against her heaving rib cage and the soles of her bare feet shoved down at the bed. She heaved her short body upward, attempting to arch her back and buck the man off her. Again and again she tried, but she couldn't budge him. Whereas June was only five foot, 100 pounds of soft and curvaceous adolescent femininity, Rick stood over six feet tall and was 220 pounds of solid muscle. When June fell back winded and weak, all her frenzied struggling had bought her was another moment of respite.
In a last-ditch effort to free herself, the young girl instinctively lunged at the man's hairy forearm and sank her teeth into it, trying to bite a hunk out of him.
Rick howled with the pain of it. If his wife in the nearby bedroom had not been passed out from too much booze, she would have heard him. But she didn't. Not then. June's teeth had broken the skin. She could taste her stepfather's blood. Instead of deterring him, however, this turned him into even more of an animal. He squeezed her wrists so hard that the youngster feared he might pinch her hands right off her arms. She could feel the hot head of his rampant erection poking erratically at her groin, trying to bore its own hole since it couldn't locate the one nature had put there.
Then the blind eye of Rick Adam's huge and demanding member quickly found its target. The buxom, little thirteen-year-old girl whimpered. Her teeth lost their grip on her assailant's bleeding forearm as she felt the stretching pain of the in-boring knob. Rick worked about two-thirds of the huge cockhead into her elastic opening and then he hunched her brutally, plunging the rest of his over-sized phallus into her with one viciously impaling lunge.
"AARGH!" June screamed, her mouth flying open and her head falling back. "IT HURTS! OH, DEAR GOD, DEAR GODDD!!"
"Serves you right!" he hissed, fucking into her hard and fast from the very start. "You brought the blood! Goddamn you, I'll teach you to bite me like that!"
He powered the pole to her. His hairy buttocks jerked spastically up and down, as if he meant to pound a hole through the small of her back with the hard peen of his punishing hammer.
"Let up!" she gasped, wincing, cringing, making fists. "Oh, please, please... not so hard! You're ki-killing me!"
There was no mercy in him. A hard prick has no conscience, and besides, he wanted to hurt her to pay her back for biting him. He was drunk and horny enough not to give a damn about the consequences of forcing his lustful attentions on his pretty, underaged stepdaughter. She had a tight, hot little cunt on her. And, he suddenly realized, there hadn't been a cherry. The little bitch had already been putting out.
Damn! He was disappointed. But he was sure that nobody had been in her as far as he was and now that he was into her, he wouldn't be coming out until he'd emptied that big wet load from his aching balls into the very depths of her heaving belly.
June's head snapped from side to side. She bit her lip. Her fingernails dug into her palms as she made tight fists against the pain and indignity of this vulgar sexual assault upon her innocent body. How could he abuse her this way? Her own stepfather! If he didn't kill her with his penis, she was sure she would die from the shame of it.
And then, much to June's dismay, the terrible pain of being penetrated by so formidable a weapon ebbed swiftly away. He was still hurting her, only now it was starting to hurt good!
"Oh, nooo," she wailed, trying to deny the bursts of pleasure that his incessantly stabbing rod sent rippling up her spine.
It's ironic that the first sound June's mother heard was a protest against her unwilled pleasure, not a cry of resistance but the effect was the same. She got up from her bed and saw right away the sight of her younger daughter spread open under her husband, his hips rising and lowering as he plumbed the depths of the young girl's nubile body with his mammoth fuckpole. In her drunken state Joyce knew she couldn't stop her big, strong husband from the assault that was well underway. She stumbled to the kitchen, grabbed the phone from the wall and punched out 911. When the operator answered, Joyce mumbled, "He's raping her... she's only thirteen," and then, overcome by nausea, she dropped the phone.
She didn't want to enjoy it. That would make her stepfather think she wanted it. June fought the hot sensations that were flooding her body. The unwanted pleasure was every bit as real as the pain it was crowding out of her violated loins, and it was mushrooming rapidly. Instead of cringing, as it had at first, her well-rounded bottom began squirming sensually now. She tried to lie still - telling herself she was being raped and there was nothing she could do about it, but lying still soon became a physical impossibility. Her Judas loins began undulating.
"Getting good to you, is it?" he slurred.
June gritted her teeth. She squinted shut her eyes and shook her head no.
Rick laughed and kept right on riding her like a stallion stud servicing an unwilling broodmare and, a moment later, her eyelids blinked open reluctantly. June gazed up at him through eyes that were turning as glassy as his.
"You know you've got a cock in you... don't you, June baby? I bet whatever boys you had didn't give you nothin' like this."
She couldn't speak. Mr. Slade had been gentle. She had felt warm and loved when he was in her but now there was no love. Nothing but a huge, pistoning invasion that was making the room revolve luridly around her. It was difficult for her to breathe. Her desire was taking her over, wresting control of her feverish body away from her numbed mind. The muscles in her legs were twitching. She wanted to scream. Her hips were lifting toward him and she couldn't stop them.
"That's it June baby, throw it up to me. Go on. Damn! For a little girl you sure got strength. Oh, yeah, yeah! Tell me you don't like it now!"
June was responding to Rick even more than she'd responded to her schoolteacher. Maybe she was jealous of Sam and Jennifer or maybe her stepfather had awakened her submissive female nature. It was as if he'd awakened a hidden part of her personality that she'd never known existed until this moment.
The young girl nuzzled her face into the sweaty crook of the man's neck, her lips going, Smack, smack, smack! as she kissed his neck passionately. When he released her wrists, instead of trying to hit him or scratch him as she would've only brief moments earlier, she flung her arms around his hairy torso and hugged him to her as if she thought he was the dearest thing in all the world.
"Damn! You're hotter'n your mother. Can't wait to see how that big sister of yours fucks," Rick rasped, banging away at the thirteen-year-old girl.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh," June chanted, as the rutting slam continued.
The springs in the bed were squeaking and popping and her juices were flowing but his thick prick had her underaged passage plugged up too tight for her slippery secretions to dribble out. They built up inside her until they could be heard sloshing around in her vagina. Her steaming pussy started making lascivious squishing and sucking noises around his driving dong. They were both sweating and panting. His big hairy testicles whacked her in the rump repeatedly, making lewd splats as they slapped rapid-fire into her asscrack.
June felt the pressure blossom in her loins. "Hurry, hurry," she cried, bucking her greedy cunt up to him as she tugged at his butt to help him screw into her all the harder and faster. He couldn't go deeper; the head of his pistoning prong was already banging against the neck of her uterus, making that pear-shaped organ of femininity bob up and down like a cork on a wind-swept lake. " Oh, God... yes... YES!"
Rick was close, too. His balls had already drawn up against his body. They were quivering with the need to release their burdensome load. He poured on the coals. June stayed right with him. Nothing could hold her back now. This was the most exciting moment of her young life. She was going to make it this time. For another frantic few seconds, they screwed like mad with the springs of the bed squawking raspingly beneath their wildly bucking bodies.
Then June lost the cadence. Her body went rigid and bowed upward. Rick drove her lovely rump back down onto the couch and kept cramming the meat to her. She whimpered mournfully and began shaking all over. This was just the beginning of her climax, the preorgasmic tightenings that pulled deliciously at her blood-congested loins.
"Ittt'sss theeerrre!" she screamed, throwing back her head and digging her fingernails into his muscular asscheeks when the full force of her orgasm washed over her like a surging tidal wave of a stormy sea.
His stepdaughter had jerked him into her right up to his balls and her snug sheath clamped down around his fully inserted prick, squeezing it like a velvety vise.
"Jesus," he rasped, letting the pleasure of it bathe over him, for her little blond box was not only tight and steaming hot but the involuntary contractions of her sex muscles caused her silky vagina to clutch spasmodically at his dong. It was as if she were milking the sperm up from his quivering balls. "UUNNN," he groaned, and then, gruntingly, "UNG, UNG, UNG!"
The sight that greeted the first policeman on the scene did not look like a rape scene. He saw a naked man on top of an equally naked woman. The man was ramming the woman with the short strokes of ejaculation and the woman's legs were waving in the air as she writhed and grunted under him. Her big, fat breasts flopped loosely with each hard thrust and it was only when the policeman's gaze reached the woman's face that he realized the woman was a girl. A very young girl with a woman's body. A very young girl in the throes of a very womanly orgasm.
With every jangling nerve in her keyed-up body June could feel the twitching of her stepfather's dick and the big sticky hot jets of ejaculate he was spurting up into her belly. It was gushing out of him under terrific pressure, actually splatting against the tender mouth of her womb when, through her passion-dimmed eyes she saw the blue4 uniform...
Rick emptied his balls in her, both of them shuddering ecstatically, with his thirteen year old stepdaughter sobbing brokenly while he grunted groaningly in the age-old fashion of the male planting his seed.
Rick couldn't back his wilting penis out of her fast enough when he heard the policeman say gruffly, "Get off her, you bastard! Get off her!"
He seemed considerably more sober now, and was getting nervous as he realized the full extent of his criminal act. "Wait a minute now," he said as got to his feet. She asked for it. It was her fault."
The justice system didn't care whether she'd asked for it or not. It was statutory rape and Rick was sentenced to a decade in prison.
Young June was relieved when her stepdad was convicted. Relieved because it meant he could never again abuse her as he had and relieved because she would not be tempted by the memory of how good her stepdad's huge organ had felt to entice him to her bed. She began a seldom successful search for another big one to scratch the itch created by her stepfather's tummy-tickling tool.
Joyce missed Rick more than June did but Prince helped her get over his loss.
Jennifer not only continued to be Sam Slade's lover but she became his willing co-conspirator in the education of other schoolgirls. Cuckold's may deserve their cuckoldry. In any case, it was not long before Jennifer was furthering her own education, first with older students and then with other teachers.
Shelly was the principal loser. She lost her long-donged lover, the talented pet, Prince and her husband. She became a schoolteacher too, however, and found a plentiful supply of virile, young studs to keep her happy.