PUSSY FOR YOU, PUSSY FOR ME
(MMf, Mf, oral, anal, voy, exhib)Mark is ready and prepared but frustrated when Mindy is thrice a no show...
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Mindy slept most of Sunday. She'd gotten very little sleep the night before and was physically exhausted by the intense fun she'd had with Mr. Jackson overnight. Her mother too napped away most of the day, her own pussy and butt throbbing from her fun. Late in the afternoon Ed Miles made it home and plopped down in front of the TV to watch a football game. Everyone in the Miles household had had a good weekend.
Things became a little dicey later in the evening. Ed wanted to know what was for supper and Wanda told him to call for pizza. That was well and good, and he didn't make a fuss, but later, after the remnants of the pizza were stored in the fridge, he made the mistake of asking Wanda how her weekend was.
"My weekend was great. How was yours?" she replied civilly.
"It was fine," he replied.
"Good, now let's leave it at that," she replied. "I'll ask no questions of you and you ask no questions of me. Here, you can have these back," she snapped while tossing into his lap the handful of condoms he'd so cruelly given to her the day before. "They were too small."
"No action?" he asked sarcastically.
"Like I said, Ed, I'll ask no questions of you and you ask no questions of me. The only thing we need to talk about is who sleeps in the master bedroom and who sleeps in the guest room."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, it is. From now on you can do as you like, Ed and I won't bitch and complain. I'll do as I like, too and with no interference from you. So which bedroom do you want?"
"You want me to move out?" her husband asked.
"No, Ed, I don't want you to move out. But let's put an end to the charade we've been playing. The only thing I ask is that you don't bring your girlfriends home when Mindy's here."
"I've never done that."
"No, you haven't. You've been a very good bad boy when it comes to Mindy, and I expect you will continue. So, which room do you want?"
"Which room do you want?" he countered.
"Tell you what. Let's make this into a little game... a wager," Wanda offered. "When Mindy comes downstairs to say goodnight, whoever she speaks to first gets the guest room."
"That will be you," Ed said confidently as Mindy hardly spoke to him anymore than he spoke to her. Her mother was the center of her life, not him. He was comfortable with that, very comfortable.
Thirty minutes later, Mindy bounded down the stairs, running up to her dad shouting, "Goodnight, Daddy!" and giving him a big hug. In that instant Ed knew he'd been set up and had. He cut a glance over at his wife and saw her struggling to contain her grin.
Once Mindy had told her mother goodnight and retired back upstairs, Wanda turned to Ed and told him, "Go get your stuff out of my bedroom."
The morning started off with a bit of a shock for Mindy. Rising from bed, she proceeded to the hall bathroom to get ready for school. The bathroom door was shut, but that in itself wasn't all that unusual as she was responsible for keeping her bathroom neat and clean and often it was much simpler to just close the door rather than hearing her mother rag her about the unsightly mess she'd left.
Still half asleep she barged right in and stopped dead in her tracks. Her brain had difficulty processing what her eyes saw. There was man in her bathroom, standing before the mirror with shaving cream covering his face... not only that, he was naked, completely naked.
Ed Miles turned towards the door when it opened and saw the astonished look on his daughter's face. He said nothing and made absolutely no attempt at modesty. It could have been his own mother standing there and he wouldn't have been in the least embarrassed by his own nudity. He did, however, expect Mindy to scream or make some other dramatic gesture, but she just stood there, her mouth slightly agape and staring. It was obvious to Ed what she was staring at too and he turned slightly to give her a better view of his cock and balls.
Having given her a good look, Ed turned back to the mirror and continued to shave. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his daughter slowly backup in retreat, closing the door behind her. Ed stifled the urge to burst out laughing; the expression on her face had just been too precious! Then he considered what she might say to her mother and his urge to laugh evaporated.
Having finished shaving, he wrapped a towel around his waist and vacated the bathroom. In the short upstairs hallway he passed Wanda. Neither of them spoke to the other. Wanda stopped at Mindy's door and peeked inside.
"You're running late," the mother declared.
"Daddy's in my bathroom."
"He's out now," the mother replied. She closed the door and then headed downstairs to get breakfast on the table.
By the time Mindy made it to the breakfast table, Ed was still unenthusiastically munching his soggy bowl of cold cereal. He hated cereal, but Wanda made it clear that if wanted anything else, he had to fix it himself.
His fears that Mindy might say something was relieved when she shot him a sly smile before looking down at her bowl of cereal. She cut her eyes back to her father and saw the slight grin on his face. Their eyes met. Their mutual smiles let the other know that it was all okay and that they were both cool with the earlier encounter.
"Hey, Mindy! Mindy!" Mindy turned and saw Mark waving at her in the crowded hallway of Hebert Hoover High during a Monday morning change of classes. "Hey, wait up!"
Mindy waited until Mark was at her side. All day yesterday, with her pussy throbbing from the terrific fucking she'd received Saturday night and Sunday morning, Mindy had been comparing him to John Jackson. Mark just didn't seem to measure up. But now with him in the flesh, it was different matter. He was still cute and he was a hunk. More importantly, he was arguably the most popular guy at school and he was her boyfriend.
"How come you didn't call me back yesterday?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, Mark. I was too exhausted yesterday after my babysitting job Saturday night. I crashed all afternoon yesterday. Forgive me?"
"Yeah, sure." The cute boy lowered his voice and told her, "It was just that I bought some rubbers and thought that maybe we could get a jump on things."
"Hmmmmm, maybe you should have told me that."
"You crazy? I'm not going to leave a message like that!" he laughed.
"No, I suppose not," she giggled. "Do you have them with you now?"
"Yeah! I know, wha'da ya say we sneak into the auditorium at lunch?"
"Is that what you want to do? Take my virginity in a broom closet?"
"It's bigger than a broom closet," he countered. "Well, maybe that's not such a good idea, huh?"
"I love the idea," she replied with a grin.
At the start of the lunch break, Mindy slipped into the girl's room and slipped off her panties. Even if Mark didn't take her in the auditorium broom closet, maybe he would finger her and relieve the itch that had been driving her a little crazy all morning. Of course thinking about doing it in the broom closet made the itch even worse.
Stepping out of the girl's restroom she ran smack into Mr. Wilkes, the biology teacher she'd gone down on. "Excuse me," apologized Wilkes after nearly knocking her down.
"Oh, it's you. Mindy, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
Wilkes leaned into her and whispered, "Vickers really enjoyed the little show you gave him Friday afternoon." Checking up and down the hallway he saw that they were alone.
"Join me for lunch... in my classroom. I have something to show you."
"Mark is expecting me."
"He can wait. I'll split a tuna sandwich with you."
"What is that you want to show me?"
"Take a guess, sweetheart. Now, you go that way and meet me in my classroom. The door will be unlocked."
Mindy went one way and Wilkes the other. A minute later, Mindy stepped into the classroom. Wilkes was waiting for her and quickly locked the door behind her. To her surprise, Wilkes did have a tuna sandwich to share. As they munched, Wilkes asked her about her weekend (which she was short on details) and made other small talk.
Finishing their lunch Wilkes confessed, "I really don't have anything to show you, but maybe you have something to show me." He leaned in close. "I've been thinking about you. You know what I've been thinking about?"
"No," she replied in a whisper.
"Fucking you," he flatly stated while brushing a lock of hair from her eyes.
"I'll wager you aren't wearing any panties. If I'm right, you and me, we're going into the back for some shagging. So, let's see what's under the dress."
Mindy made no move to expose herself, but Wilkes was undeterred. Lifting the helm of her dress he confirmed what he'd suspected. With a nod of his head he told her, "In the back room, sweetie pie."
"I'm a virgin," she falsely claimed.
Wilkes snorted, "I find that hard to believe."
"I'm not protected."
"When do you start menstruating?"
"Tomorrow, I think."
"Tomorrow? Then you're good to go, honey."
"I am?"
"Sure. If you have your dates right, you're completely safe. Tell you what, let's pretend that you're a virgin..."
"I am a virgin."
"Not for long. We have only fifteen minutes, so let's go. I haven't plucked a virgin all month."
Mark was beside himself. The coast was clear and he had rubbers, but Mindy was nowhere to be found. The senior boy fumed and fretted, but it did no good. Nor did it help that he'd bragged to his friends that he was going to fuck her on campus at lunch. Now he had to endure the barbs gleefully delivered by his buddies.
In the back room among the various animal cages and such, Wilkes lifted Mindy and sat her upon a work counter. With her perched on the edge, he quickly had her dress pushed up and out of the way. With his pants discarded, Wilkes spread her legs apart and stepped into the slot. There was no foreplay other than a slow entry into her teen pussy.
"Mindy! Mindy! Where in the hell where you?" demanded Mark when he saw her later in the day.
"I was sent to the principal's office," she lied.
"What for?"
"Never mind. I'm sorry, Mark. Can we do it after school?"
"I've got football practice, but there won't be anyone using the auditorium... Yeah, I'll meet you there."
"Okay. Bye!"
A long last it was the last period of the day. Mindy sat in Mr. Vickers' History class thinking not of history, but of men, men's cocks specifically; men's cocks gliding in and out of her horny body. The very thought of what she and Mr. Wilkes had done during lunch made her juices flow. Smiling coyly, she wondered if Vickers could see the beads of moisture lining her slit as she subtly exposed her cunt to his gaze.
Vickers, for his part, had a raging hard-on that he struggled to conceal from the classroom of students. He also found that the clock moved agonizingly slowly. Still, as slow as it may seemed, time relentlessly moved forward. To Vickers' relief, the final bell mercifully rang.
For Mindy too, the time had passed slowly. But when the glorious moment of the last bell arrived, Mindy, like all the rest of the kids in the class, rose to leave and make her rendezvous with Mark and his cock.
"Miss Miles! Sit down. I need to speak with you."
Mindy glanced up at the clock and then back at Vickers. 'What does he want?' she asked herself with a frown on her face.
"I said, sit down," Vickers repeated pointing to her desk. Mindy rolled her eyes and sat back down.
Vickers too sat back down at his desk and began shuffling papers until the last student had left.
Mindy kept looking at the clock, only now the second hand seemed to be flying around clock face while Vickers dawdled. 'Come on, come on,' she thought trying her best to will Vickers into action so that she go, hook up with Mark and get screwed. 'Please?' "Mr. Vickers?"
Vickers did not look up, but instead held up his hand to indicate for her to stay put. After another minute or so, Vickers rose, went to the door, looked up and down the hall and then closed and locked the door behind him.
Vickers returned and casually sat on the edge his desk. For a moment they both simply stared at the other with expressionless faces. The silence was broken when Mindy pressed, "I've got to go. I'm supposed to meet someone."
"Okay, then I'll make this quick and direct to the point," Vickers replied. "Do you show off your pussy to all your teachers?"
"No, just you."
"Why is that?"
"You don't like it?"
"I love it, honey. But why only me?"
"Mr. Wilkes..."
"Ah, yes, Wilkes," interrupted Vickers. "He's told me all about you. He told me that you give one the best blowjobs of any slut in this school. He told me I needed to get some of the action."
"Is that why you asked me to stay?" Mindy asked with a knowing grin.
"Well, your grades are lousy and you could use some extra credits." Vickers stood and taking a sheet of paper and some tape, walked over to the door and covered the tiny window in the door. He then walked to the back of classroom, in case the paper covering didn't give total privacy. With a finger, he beckoned the teen to join him in the back. Mindy rose and as she approached, Vickers unzipped and lowered his slacks and drawers.
With a hard cock at hand, Mark was quickly forgotten. Without another word spoken between the two, Mindy went to her knees and grasped the object of her growing obsession.
A low moan escaped Vickers' lips as the young slut's tongue made first contact with his cock. He'd been hard for nearly an hour and desperately needed this. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of the cock-hungry girl's tongue sliding up and down his rock solid shaft. She was pretty good, alright. The moist hot lips surrounded his seeping glans, causing the teacher to moan again in appreciation. She mouthed his cockhead for moment and then let it enter deep into her mouth, the swirling tongue teasing the length of his cock tube, sending shivers of pure pleasure throughout his nervous system.
The sudden clicking of the door lock riveted his attention just as the door to the classroom began to open. To Vickers' relief the familiar face of Thor Wilkes appeared. Wilkes quickly entered the room, closed and locked the door behind him.
"How's the blowjob, Carlson?" asked Wilkes.
"Fucking great!" Carlson Vickers hissed through his teeth.
Upon hearing the voice behind her, Mindy momentarily let Vickers' cock slip from between her lips.
"Keep sucking!" Vickers ordered as he pushed the girl's head back into his crotch. "It's only Wilkes."
Mindy took her History teacher's cock back into her mouth. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wilkes off to one side, about five feet away, taking a seat at a desk.
"Mind if I watch?" Wilkes asked no one in particular.
Mindy couldn't answer with the cock in her mouth, but Vickers' replied, "Be my guest."
"Nice cock sucker, eh?" Wilkes commented.
"You were right, she is a good cock sucker," Vickers replied with a grunt just as he crossed the point of no return. The next sounds Vickers made were just grunts as his semen pumped into the teen's sucking mouth.
Once Mindy let the spent cock slip from her lips, she licked her lips to lap up the little bit of semen that hadn't been gulped down already.
"She's a nice fuck too," declared Wilkes. "I did her at lunch."
"Now you tell me," complained Vickers.
"What's the matter, you didn't like your blowjob?"
"I loved my blowjob," Vickers replied breathlessly.
Mindy began to get up off the floor, but Wilkes told to, "Stay where you are." A moment later, Wilkes's cock was slipping between the girl's lips. He grabbed her by the ears and began pumping her head back and forth, face fucking her.
That was all fine and good as far as Mindy was concerned. She loved sucking cock and having her face fucked. 'I'm such a slut,' the girl thought to herself gobbling cock. 'A real slut.' The thought and acknowledgement didn't trouble her, indeed thinking of herself as a slut made her entire being tingle and made her feel totally alive.
Mark paced back and forth waiting for Mindy to arrive at the back entrance of the auditorium. When it became evident that she was once again a no-show, he fumed and cursed. Little good that did. Not only was he not going to fuck her, he was now going to be late for football practice. Running up and down the stands until he puked was one thing when it was the price of getting laid, but he hadn't gotten laid and it was obvious that he wouldn't.
"Fucking bitch!" he spat before kicking his book bag in frustration, ripping the zipper and spilling the contents. A sudden gust made matters worse as papers, important papers, where caught in a vortex and swirled away, sending him scurrying this way and that to collect them all. His predicament didn't go unnoticed and he was keenly aware of how goofy he looked trying to grab all the papers blowing this way and that. Looking goofy wasn't an image he liked to project and that added to his fury.
Wilkes pulled his hardened cock from the kneeling girl's mouth. He stepped around behind her and pushed her head forward and forced her onto her hands and knees. Unceremoniously he flipped the back of her skirt up over her back exposing her bare ass. A moment later, the girl moaned as the popular biology teacher began another lesson in Biology 101.
He wasn't nearly as big as Mr. Jackson, so Mindy squeezed her vaginal muscles to make a nice tight fit. No matter, it felt great being fucked again. She'd been thinking of little else since Jackson pulled his big cock from her cunt for the last time on Sunday morning. But thinking and doing are two different things and she definitely enjoyed the doing more than the thinking.
Vickers sat back and watched his running buddy screw the young freshman girl. He particularly enjoyed seeing her thrusting her ass back to meet Wilkes inward strokes and he particularly enjoyed the way her fleshy ass cheeks flexed and quaked at the moment of deepest penetration.
Thap, thap, thap, thap, the sounds of illicit fornication filled the classroom.
Football practice was particularly grueling. What with having thrown the game losing interception Friday night and being late for practice, the coach had it out for Mark and he was determined to make him suffer.
"Uhgh! Uhgh! Uhgh!" Wilkes grunted as his cock spewed his spermy fluid into the young high school student. A moment later silence filled the classroom as Wilkes and Mindy panted in contentment.
Wilkes rocked back onto his feet and stood, a long strand of cum dripping from his cock. He shook his dick, the strand broke and landed across the cunt's bare backside. "You want a piece of this?" he offered his buddy.
"Maybe tomorrow," Vickers replied.
He stood from his perch where he'd watched the fucking, bent down and grabbed a handful of Mindy's hair, turning her head up to look at him. "Meet me in Wilkes' classroom at lunch tomorrow, sweetheart," her History teacher told her.
"Now, you need to run along, dear."
Mindy stood and felt the cum leaking from her pussy begin running down her thighs. She looked at the two teachers and saw Wilkes nod his head towards the door dismissing her. She turned to go and as she reached the door Vickers added, "You get an A for today, Mindy." She smiled, grateful for the after school extracurricular fun, but also grateful the bonus points she desperately needed.
Mindy walked the several blocks home from school by herself. She felt badly that she had stood Mark up for a second time today, but she wasn't too sorry about it; after all, she'd gotten what she wanted, even if he didn't. Her mind drifted from Mr. Wilkes fucking her twice today to blowing Mr. Vickers. Then her thoughts went to her daddy standing naked in her bathroom.
The image of him had been on her mind most of the day, not when she was being fucked or sucking cock, but during those long hours in the classroom when the teachers would drone on and on. He had a nice body she thought and a nice dick too. It was funny, she'd never thought of her dad that way, a strong handsome man with a nice dick. She'd only thought of him as Daddy, sort of an asexual presence with whom she had little interaction with, except when he was angry with her.
She also knew her parents were having some difficulties, but what was he doing in her bathroom? It was odd, but not much of a concern at the moment. Then she wondered if he'd be in her bathroom tomorrow morning and if he'd be naked. She giggled at the thought, then she imaged herself doing to him what she had done with Mr. Vickers that afternoon. 'What would he think? What would he do?' she asked herself, but that's not what was foremost on her mind; the feel of his cock in her mouth was. She was deep in her daydream of sucking off her daddy in the steam-filled bathroom when she was startled to hear someone calling out to her.
Mindy turned toward the voice and saw John Jackson sitting in his car smiling at her. "You want some candy little girl?" he called out to her.
Mindy quickly looked about to see if anyone was watching them. "I love candy, mister. What kind do you have?"
"I have a nice lollipop for you."
"What flavor lollipop?"
"Man flavored," he replied. "Get in. I'll give you a ride home."
Mindy hopped in and rode the remaining block and a half to her house with her employer and older lover. Upon parking in front of the house, Mindy told him, "Momma and Daddy won't be home for at least another hour."
"Is that an invitation?" John J asked.
"Maybe."
"Maybe, hell," he snorted as he ran his hand up her dress and up her thigh to her bare and seeping pussy. Feeling the slippery mess between her legs he withdrew his hand.
Holding his glistening hand up for her to see he said, "I see you're already lubricated. Your boyfriend got some, did he? Well, I don't mind sloppy seconds, so let's go, Cupcake."
As she led him to the front door, she couldn't help but be pleased that he thought that Mark had fucked her, as she really didn't know how he'd react if the truth be told. This way was simpler. Reasoning that he expected her to fuck Mark, she was pleased that any probing questions that could be embarrassing had been deflected.
John Jackson followed the teenage girl up to her room. There he gazed about the pink room, festooned with posters and littered with Beanie Babies, teddy bears and other trappings of adolescence.
Turning to his babysitter he simply told her, "Strip!" It wasn't that he meant to be brusque, but he had no intentions of her parents catching him fucking their daughter. That just wouldn't do, not at all. He would tend to business and clear out long before Mama or Poppa showed up.
Mindy wasn't as concerned as John J was about her parents showing up unexpectedly, but she correctly suspected that this would be a quick fuck and not much else. She really didn't have too much too remove, her skirt and her blouse, her bra and her shoes. John on the other hand had to contend with his neck tie, shoes and socks, dress trousers with suspenders and his shirt as well as his suit coat, his undershirt and boxers. Not surprisingly Mindy was naked long before John had completed stripping down, so she sat on the edge of her bed and waited.
When John was as naked as the teen girl he was about to ravish, he stood before her and jacked his dick to a substantial erection. "Lie back, Cupcake," he instructed. "Grab your legs under your knees and pull back. That's it, now spread yourself open and show me your fuck hole."
"Which fuck hole?" she retorted.
"Your pussy, unless you want it up the ass."
"I'd like that too."
"We need some fuck grease and we don't have any, so just be satisfied having your pussy fucked for the second time in what? Thirty minutes?"
"I love fucking," she hissed as he stepped into the slot, "thanks to you."
Rubbing his cock head up her cum slickened trench he replied, "You're welcome. Remind me that I'll have to thank your boyfriend for warming you up."
"I don't need warming."
"No, shit baby," he hissed as he drove his oversized cock into the girl's cunt hole stretching it wide.
With her legs held in that particular position, it shortened her vaginal tube, not that John Jackson had any trouble in filling her up. From the get go, he fucked her hard, slamming his cock into her cervix and causing her to grunt with each impact. As punishing as he was, he was careful to watch her expression and made sure that he didn't over do it and actually hurt her. He was hurting her, but she didn't care, the pain melded into the pleasure of being fucked, fucked by a master.
Very quickly he churned Wilkes' seed into a foamy froth that collected in a ring about half way down his stalk, marking his depth of penetration and collecting about the obscenely stretched mouth of her ravished teen twat. Almost as quickly, her clit, stimulated by his thick rod of fuck meat, exploded, sending her into a blissful euphoria that consumed her very soul. Her head now tossed from side to side as she implored him to, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!"
She didn't know how long he roughly fucked her. Just so long as it continued, she didn't care. But suddenly she was empty. She looked up to beg him to continue and saw his cum wet dick in her face. She opened her mouth and the slimy organ slid into it. A moment later her mouth was flooded with fresh nut juice.
Then it was all over. The frenzy of the sexual storm ebbed into blissful calm as both partners basked in the afterglow of orgasmic ecstasy. After a short rest, John J rolled off the girl's bed and dressed. A few minutes later, impeccably dressed, he looked down at the young naked slut and pulled out his wallet. "Here, buy yourself some sexy bras," he said as he dropped the two twenty dollar bills on her bare tummy.
"I'm not a whore," she weakly protested.
"I've got news, Cupcake. You are a whore... my whore. Now, are you available for Wednesday night?"
"For what?"
"To look after Timmy."
"I guess," she replied fingering her cash.
"Good. Same time. Six thirty. Be sure and wear that slutty outfit you wore Saturday night for me. You look great in it."
Seeing the distraught look on her face, John leaned over and tenderly kissed her. "Hey, that was fun. We ought do that again. In fact, maybe we'll do it again Wednesday night."
She smiled up at him and replied, "Okay."
"That a girl! Now you keep that sweet pussy of yours warmed up for me, okay?"
"Okay."
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