Beneath the outward serenity of small country towns run the same passions that we find in big cities and sprawling suburbia. Criminal acts are more apparent in the cities, but the same forces that drive urban man to crime are at work in our rural areas. Greed, lust, envy-these are emotions common to mankind, and every person has been touched by them to some extent.
TEACHER WANTS TO SUCK is the story of a schoolteacher whose passionate nature has driven her to commit adulterous acts, putting her on a collision course with all the strictures of the small town in which she lives. Yet, it is also the story of a small town-the story of everyday people, responsible, respectable citizens of the community, yet people with many foibles and weaknesses, people who secretly seek the pleasurable, the profitable, the expedient.
Entertaining fiction-yes. But with an element of truth about the passions that we all must deal with.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ashley stepped from the shower and reached for her big fluffy bath towel. But before she began to dry off she caught sight of herself in a full-length mirror, and she paused to examine herself closely. Her tits were full and lush, and as she leaned forward slightly, they heaved out and separated, like huge, liquid-filled pears.
Droplets of water dribbled down the lovely globes into her cleavage and down off her rib cage, and she dabbed at herself lazily. Her nut-brown nipples soared up nearly an inch from their puffy pink circles of flesh. Each time she touched them tiny sparks shot into her chest. They were as thick and stiff as thumb-tips.
Just what was the matter with her? she wondered, dabbing the towel lower and lower on her flat brown belly. She wasn't in the habit of examining her naked body, and she certainly wasn't used to getting excited while drying herself off after a shower. Had the incident with the three young men really affected her that much?
It hadn't really been an incident at all. They'd just stared at her, stared and smirked through the glass door leading off to the boys' locker room while she'd led twenty squealing girls through the final minutes of an hour of dance-exercise in the school gym. They were bulky young men, members of the school football team, and for some reason Ashley had been flustered and embarrassed. They stayed and eyed her even after she dismissed the girls, making it quite clear that it was she, the teacher, they were interested in. She'd felt self-conscious in her pink tights and body-stocking, and she'd soon fled to her private changing room and tried to forget the incident.
But she couldn't. All through her shower she imagined their admiring eyes all over her nude body and the thought excited her, she couldn't deny it. The brawny boys were only a few years younger than she was and probably tougher and more experienced than she. It was hard to think of herself as a teacher around them. She certainly didn't feel confident enough to order them about or discipline them.
She'd only been teaching for about six weeks and she was still feeling her way around the enormous suburban high school. And besides, all her classes were with girls. What did she know about great hulking football players? The very sight of them made her uncomfortable.
And maybe that was part of the problem, she thought, mopping up droplets of water from her slender golden thighs. She hadn't been around men in so long she didn't know how to react when she was near them. And sooner or later, she had a feeling, this would get her into trouble.
Again she paused to examine herself, leaving most of her body glistening with water. Her waist was tiny, she noticed, and her slender hips curved sexily into her slim, brown thighs. Tiny pearls of wetness hung in her blonde-brown pussy hair, and she reached to brush them off quickly. A spark went far up into her cunt and she groaned softly.
Still staring at herself in the mirror, she eased herself onto the sink cabinet and spread her legs. Her fingers crept into the tangled bush of her cunt hair and pried open the two hair-lined slabs of flesh there. The ragged lips of her inner cunt flopped into the open and she stared at herself, fascinated. A long slender finger dipped into the rubbery mouth of her pussy.
Her crotch seemed to come to life. Great pink slabs of skin bloomed into the open air and the rubbery circle of her inner cunt sucked down on her invading finger. The swelling bud of her clit twitched just above. With the fingers of her free hand she kept the hair-lined outer cuntslabs wide open.
And then she was groaning deep in her chest and reaching for a drawer in the cabinet. She hauled out a great ugly dildo, a thick pink cock made of plastic. Bending her head intently, she set about stuffing the enormous pole into her gaping wet cunt slice. She snorted as she corkscrewed the pink head between her thick pussy lips.
The fake cock had been given to her as a joke when she'd left teachers college. Two of her girlfriends had thought it a hilarious idea. If only they knew that once in a while she used it, at times like this, when she just couldn't control herself.
She leaned back against the wall and hooked her legs up onto the bathroom cabinet. Spreading her thighs as wide as they would go, she shoved the dildo deeper and deeper, till at last she felt stuffed to capacity. Then she began twirling it about and gently ramming it in and out of her warped cunt slice.
She moaned, staring at herself in the mirror. Her thoughts went back to the three bulky young men who'd watched her as she jumped and danced in front of her class. She imagined one of them cramming his cock in and out of her. Would it feel as good as this?
Her cunt was starting to cream. A milky froth was foaming up out of her and it clung to the fake cock as she plunged it in and out. Her belly fluttered strangely and her breathing was growing more and more ragged. She moved her hand faster on the slick dildo.
Suddenly she realized she was about to come. Her cunt was sucking hungrily at the embedded dildo and she couldn't stop the waves of pleasure that were beginning to wash through her. She bit at her bottom lip tensely.
"You almost there? You coming yet, Miss Twaites?" a voice echoed round the tiled bathroom.
Ashley sat bolt upright and gripped the edge of the cabinet she was sitting on. She glared in panic at the hulking figure standing in the open bathroom doorway. The thick dildo stuck out lewdly from her hopelessly swollen cunt and her crotch was slick and white with foamy juice.
"What . . . what . . . mmmmm ..." she gasped, completely at a loss.
"I was just wondering if you wanted any help. You look all hot and bothered, and that dildo isn't like the real thing."
The young man stood confidently in the open doorway as he spoke to her. He leaned on the door frame with his hand on one hip and a smile on his face. It was a leering smile and it left no doubt that he'd seen most of what she'd been doing for the past little while. With a lurch of her belly she realized that he was one of the brawny young men who had eyed her through the glass door at her class.
"What are you . . . doing here? Get out at once!" she managed to blurt out.
She tried to cover her huge tits with one arm, but she realized suddenly that she still had a thick dildo thrusting out from her cunt, and the attempt seemed silly.
"I'm not going anywhere," he sneered, letting his eyes take in every inch of her gorgeous young body. "Think I'd desert you when you need a man most?"
Very slowly, he reached for his fly and unzipped it. Then he hauled into the open a long, throbbing cock that wasn't fully stiff yet, but which stuck out promisingly. The prick swayed in the air and seemed to tilt higher and higher as she watched it.
"What . . . what do you think you're doing?" Ashley croaked. She knew she should be grabbing her towel, but for some reason she couldn't move.
"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to ram my cock into you and fuck you till you can't stand up," he sneered at her. And he took two or three steps toward her, his cockhead grazing her knee. She was relieved to see that he was alone. His two friends were nowhere in sight. If she kept her head, maybe she could get herself out of this crazy situation. All she had to do was keep cool and let this brash young punk know who was boss. Her job might depend on it.
"I'll forget you said that. I'll forget this whole thing," she said, trying to sound calm. "But you must leave right now. Get out of here before I call the principal."
He didn't appear to be listening. He stood directly in front of her now and had grabbed hold of the pink dildo. He twisted it this way and that and plunged it in and out of her several times. Then he unplugged it from her cunt altogether,and tossed it into the sink.
"I don't think you need that anymore," he smiled, staring straight into her eyes. "Not when you've got a real cock to play with."
He gripped his prick in his fist and began jerking on it slowly. It grew enormous in his hand and its head became swollen and purple and shiny. When he let go the cock stood up eight inches long, with two ugly blue veins pulsing in its side.
Ashley forced herself off the bathroom cabinet in an attempt to get away. But she found herself in his arms, with the great throbbing log of his cock hot and trembling against her naked belly.
"You can't ... we mustn't ..." she protested, wriggling in his grasp. His hands were up and down her back, pulling her to him. Then she felt his fingers on her smooth ass cheeks as he began to maul her.
"What an ass! What a set of tits," he croaked. With one hand he unfastened his belt and thrust down his pants, quickly humping his cock along the smooth flatness of her brown belly.
Ashley realized that she was about to get fucked, but it didn't bother her half as much as she thought it should. She knew she should be struggling, fighting and writhing to get free. But she didn't want to. Her cunt was still twitching from her session with the dildo and she was horny as hell. She didn't have any fight in her.
He circled her waist with his arms and lifted her up high on his body. She found herself wrapping her legs over his haunches, circling her own arms around his neck, her lush tits being mashed against his chest.
She felt the wet head of his cock scrape against her left ass cheek as he shifted her slightly, propelling her up against the edge of the sink. Then, suddenly the great swollen cockhead was planted against her hair-lined cunt lips. He let her settle, and the thick cock began to bull its way into her soaking wet cunt-hole.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she groaned, feeling the stiff cock drilling deeper and deeper into her horny body. She sank lower and lower on the stiff spike, till it was embedded in her to the hilt.
Forcing her back against the sink, he began fucking her hard, ramming his cock in and out of her roughly. She hung onto him tightly and made soft whimpering sounds as she bounced herself back against him as best she could. It wasn't easy to fuck in this position.
"You're a hot little bitch, really, aren't you?" he grunted, pumping her full of cock. "You look so shy and quiet, but you're a hot slut for sure. I told the boys you were."
He suddenly gripped her more tightly and lowered her to the floor with his strong arms. Once he had her settled, he plunged deeper into her aching cunt, carving her open with his huge purple cock. Her legs scissored up alongside him and gripped him solidly.
"Isn't this better than that stupid dildo?" he snorted. "Doesn't a real cock feel fantastic?"
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" she moaned, glaring back up at him. "It feels so good! Your cock feels so good inside me!"
She was tossing her golden belly back up at him, meeting every thrust of his cock with a jerk of her own. His prick was disappearing to the hilt in her lovely pussy again and again and she could actually feel his balls smacking against her asshole each time he lunged into her.
"You don't need no dildos," he went on. "With a face and body like yours, you could get any cock you wanted. All you'd have to do is snap your fingers."
He was pumping into her faster and faster, his ass shimmying with the effort. He reached up to grab hold of one of her tits and he mauled it roughly with his fingers, leaving marks on the lush flesh. He pressed in her nipple and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Fuck me! Fuck me deep!" she suddenly croaked, staring up at him in desperation.
God, he was driving her wild! She had no idea fucking could be so wonderful. She didn't want it to end. She didn't want it ever to end. Would the silly dildo ever feel the same after this?
"I'm gonna pump you full of cum. Would you like that, Miss Twaites? You want the big, dumb football player to shoot you full of jism?"
"Yes. Oh God, yes! Pump me full of it. Fill me full of hot cum!"
She craned her neck and tried to kiss him, but he wouldn't let her. He pinned her to the floor with one hand on her tit, one hand on her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and closed and so did her mouth. Her tongue licked her lips hungrily. Each time he rammed his cock up into her, her belly and tits rippled.
"You sure you want it? It's not nice for a pretty young teacher to let herself get filled with cock and pumped full of jism, is it? Shouldn't you be setting a good example for your girls?"
What was he talking about? Ashley wondered. But she was past caring. She shut her eyes tightly and her mouth contorted with a smile of lust. Suddenly her legs were being jack-knifed up and out, and he was pressing her inner thighs down flat. Her cunt angled up so that he could fuck her even deeper.
"Oh God, oh God," she moaned, out of her mind with pleasure. She'd never dreamed she could feel so good.
"Here it comes! Here it comes, bitch!" he snorted, and he all at once began fucking her as if he wanted to drill her to the floor. He bulled his slimy wet cock in and out of her like a greased piston.
Ashley felt a great wet explosion deep inside her, and she knew he was spurting out his cum. She swore she could feel his cockhead expanding as it shot out its greasy load. She sucked him deep inside and milked out his slimy goo. His cock was trembling inside her.
Cum splattered her cunt channel once, twice and a third time, clogging her ravaged pussy hopelessly. But then he pulled his cock out of her, laying it up her pussy so that its head poked up over her belly. A long streamer of silver spunk spurted free and smashed up over her navel between her tits.
She groaned, her eyes rolling to catch sight of the exploding cock. Even as she stared at the purple cockhead another white rope of jism shot free, this one spurting high in the air before falling greasily down over her left tit and nipple. He seemed to be aiming the cum all over her golden body.
"Feel good, teach? Feel good to have globs of cum splashing all over you?" he grunted. He still pressed down on her scissored thighs as he humped his cock up against her oozing pussy. Another jet of spunk splattered across her brown belly.
Ashley stared down at herself in dismay. Shimmering lines of white were daubed across her nude body. Why had he done it? Why had he pulled out of her and splashed her with cum? She could feel the hot liquid squirming on her skin. She was about to ask, but just then he shoved his thick hard-on back up her cunt, and all she could do was groan.
CHAPTER TWO
Ashley was thoroughly ashamed of herself. She'd let herself get caught in an embarrassing situation and then she'd made things worse by letting a male student take advantage of her. What kind of teacher was she? If this kind of thing ever got out, she'd lose her job overnight. She was determined to start afresh, to try to forget what had happened.
But it was so hard. It had been one of the weirdest, most exciting things that had ever happened to her, like something out of a book or movie. All evening she could think of little else. The way the bulky young man had withdrawn the last second and sprayed her was what stuck in her head most of all.
She didn't sleep well. She tossed and turned in her single bed all night and dreamed of huge swollen cocks shooting gallons of silver cum at her. When she woke up she was sweating and excited-and ashamed to discover that her pussy was wet and soggy.
At school she worked through her classes in a daze. She found it really hard to run the teenaged girls through their paces. At noon she made a point of enquiring about the various young men on the football team. The coach, Mr. Thomas, was only too happy to talk about them. Without making herself too obvious, she managed to find out that the big one she'd fucked was named Roger Conway. She blushed to think she'd fucked someone who's name she didn't even know.
Why she bothered enquiring she wasn't sure. She certainly had no intention of letting Roger get to her again. At least if he caused her any further trouble she'd know who to report. She could go to the principal and insist that he'd attacked her, that he'd forced her to fuck him.
The first period of the afternoon was a free one for Ashley and she set about reorganizing a storeroom that led off her tiny office. There was something about being alone that really appealed to her in her present mood. She certainly didn't want to chit-chat in the teachers' lunch room. The few rooms off the gym were the quietest in the whole school.
But after twenty minutes or so she was no longer alone. There was a scraping at the storeroom door, and she was suddenly confronted with another burly young man. She recognized him at once as a friend of Roger's.
"Yes? What do you want?" Ashley snapped. She hadn't realized how on edge her nerves were.
"I'm a friend of Conway's. I come to pay you a visit," he mumbled. She hadn't thought of Conway as intelligent, but this guy seemed even dumber.
"So? I'm very busy here. You'll have to come back later."
"No. I want it now. I can't wait," he said tensely.
"What?" Ashley eyed him cautiously.
"I want you to suck my cock. Now's the best time. I can't wait." He closed the storeroom door behind him and stepped slowly towards her.
Ashley's eyes widened in panic. "What's Conway been telling you? What is all this?"
"Just that you're a real good fuck. He says you're one of the horniest sluts he's ever fucked. I thought I'd come and check you out. Don't be scared. I want us both to enjoy this."
This was crazy, Ashley thought. Yesterday I was just a new teacher, today I'm the school slut. She glared at him defiantly, but he didn't seem impressed. He stopped a few feet from her and unsnapped his belt. He forced down his pants and shorts, and his heavy cock dangled like a limp snake. His balls looked enormous.
"Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice harsh. His pants were all tangled up around his ankles.
Ashley opened her mouth to protest again, but no sound came out. She found herself staring, fascinated, at his huge swinging horse-cock. She was imagining what it would feel like in her hand, what it would feel like stuffed into her mouth.
"Get down on your knees, bitch, and suck my cock," he ordered again.
And this time, without a word, Ashley dropped to her knees on the storeroom floor. He stepped closer to her and his cock swung less than a foot away from her gorgeous face. Its head was shiny and red, she noticed, and one great ugly blue vein wriggled all the way up the shaft's side.
"Take it in your hand. Pull on it," he said as he stood casually in front of her, his hands on his hips.
Shyly, her heart pounding, Ashley reached up and circled her fingers around the pulpy bulk of his hanging cock. It pointed to the floor but was thickening slowly, and as she took it in her fist she could sense the power flowing into it. She gazed at it curiously, comparing it to Conway's.
"Pump it in your hand. Play with it. Fuck, have you ever jerked a guy off or anything?" he leered. Her hand was soft and cool on his growing prick.
With slow, easy movements, Ashley began to pump the thick cock. She was amazed at how little she'd resisted. All he had to do was pull out his cock and she was hooked. What was the matter with her? She should have yelled and screamed and had this asshole tossed out of her school. Instead, she was jerking his cock, gazing at it as if she were in love.
"Kiss it," the young man ordered. "Stick your mouth up against it and kiss it."
Ashley didn't hesitate. Pursing her lips she leaned in close and planted a soft loving kiss on the huge satin head of his cock. It felt warm and smooth and tempting, and she kissed it again, and again, till suddenly she was turning the cock this way and that in her hand, planting kisses all along its throbbing shaft. Her lipstick smeared off onto its rippled surfaces.
"That's good. That's a good little slut," he commented, staring down at her half-closed eyelids and her tousled blonde hair. "You like cock, don't you? Roger said you did."
It was true, thought Ashley. Something was happening to her as she knelt on the hard floor here in front of him. She was loving his cock as if it were the most precious thing in the world. She was using her tongue and her mouth to love his cock into full stiffness. And she was enjoying every minute of it.
"Take it in your mouth. Suck it," he said.
She pouted her lips, and with a quick tilt of her head she slotted his purple cockhead in the red wet oval of her lips. Her tongue tickled his piss-slit and her eyes rolled up to him from under droopy lids. She smiled lewdly.
She moaned, her lips supporting the cockhead. She moved forward, letting the cocktip bore its way through her pursed and pretty lips. An inch of cockshaft followed and held her mouth half open so that he could see her tongue tickle the underside of his prick tip.
"Jesus Christ, Miss Twaites, you sure know how to use that mouth!" he praised. His cock stuck out solidly from his hairy crotch now. It was as thick as Ashley's wrist.
She let her head tip forward, and inch by inch his heavy cock slid over her tongue and into the back of her mouth. Her lips closed in a tight seal around the throbbing bulk and she began to breathe through her nose.
"Mmmfff, mmmnnn," she mumbled, still staring up at him with her pretty blue eyes. Her cheeks began to puff out and then hollow as she started slowly sucking him.
"That's it, suck it like that. That's good," he coaxed, thrusting out his hairy belly. He loved the way her red lip gloss smeared off onto the shaft of his cock and the way her cheeks ballooned out with the effort.
Ashley began to suck in earnest. She forced her mouth halfway down his thick cock, then backed off till only his swollen cockhead was still between her lips. Then down she plunged again, guiding the shaft with her tongue and feeding it deep into her throat. Her mouth made wet squeaking sounds as she worked.
He was growing more and more excited, that was plain. His prick was as hard as a steel bar now and he was humping his hips back and forth, feeding her great lengths of cock. The ugly blue vein snaking up the side of his prick was swollen thickly and she could feel it under her lips each time she lunged downwards.
"Fuck, Miss Twaites. Ohhh fuck," he groaned, about to lose control any second.
And Ashley sensed it, for suddenly she backed off his throbbing cock completely, holding it in her fingers and letting it drip and cool in the air. With a quick glance up into his reddened face, she then began giving his balls shy little scrapes with her pink tongue.
His balls were heavy and swollen in their dry, wrinkled pouch, and they dodged this way and that as she poked at them with her tongue. She was licking them, curling her tongue around each one in turn. But then she dipped below one deftly, and let it slip into the wet oval of her mouth. She then began to suck on it like it was a big hunk of candy.
"Ohhhh Jesus, ohhh Jesus," he croaked, feeling his balls melt under her expert tongue. Where did a prim little teacher learn a trick like this? She was using her tongue like a professional.
"Your balls are so beautiful. Do you mind me sucking them?" she asked suddenly, letting one sizzling ball dangle free from her mouth. Tiny pearls of spit hung off the hairs of his ball sac.
"Be my guest. Jesus," he muttered tensely. He could feel the heavy jism swirling in his nuts.
Ashley smiled up at him and twisted her face back into his crotch, searching out his other ball and sucking it into her mouth quickly. She held the captured nut on her tongue and bathed it in the wetness of her mouth. She backed off, squeezing and caressing it with her lips, and finally she let it swing free.
She began slowly working her way up onto the base of his cock and then higher. Folding her lips over his cockshaft and scraping him with her tongue as she went, she moved steadily toward the hot mushroom-shaped head. Once she reached it, she flopped her lips over the satin dome and began sucking cock again in earnest.
"Wow, what a mouth. I had no idea," he muttered, leaning back with his hands planted on his ass. "Roger said you were a hot fuck but he didn't say nothing about your great blow-jobs."
Ashley wasn't listening. Her head plunged up and down roughly on the top half of his cock and her fist pumped strongly on the base. Her blonde hair fluttered prettily up and down. She seemed determined to bring him off as quickly as possible.
"Jesus, Miss Twaites . . . sonovabitch!" he croaked. His voice was ragged and tense.
Ashley sucked and sucked, plunging her face up and down madly. But suddenly he was gripping her behind her head, trying to hold her still. His fist folded over hers as he tried to take control of his cock. They struggled and grunted over the near-to-bursting prick, neither one wanting to let go.
"Sssppplllfff! Sssmmmnnnkkk!" Ashley gurgled, her mouth suddenly full of steaming spunk. She sucked up cum into the back of her throat and began swallowing madly.
His hips bucked at her, driving his cock through the cradle of her fingers. His balls were swinging back and forth and great thick ropes of cum were shooting into Ashley's mouth like blasts from a gun. He clasped her neck and held her fast to his spurting prick. Wet, messy sounds came from her lips.
He quit trying to free his cock from her grasp and used his hand to sweep back the hair from one side of her head. He wanted an unobstructed view of her face as he shot his wad. He wanted to see how she would handle his huge blasts of jism. Already he could see strings of silver cream seeping from the corners of her mouth. She'd never be able to handle it all.
"Ggglllfffsss! Sssppplllfff!" she slobbered, her eyes rolling in panic. She was swallowing huge drafts of syrupy cum, but no sooner had she cleared her mouth than he blasted another wad and filled her up all over again.
Her face continued to bounce up and down on the cock, and her fist never loosened its grip on the base of his prick. She sucked and jerked like her life depended on it. But there was so much cum. It was boiling in the back of her teeth and between her cheeks and gums. It was stuck to the roof of her mouth and to her tongue. It clogged her throat and made her want to gag.
Long white streamers of spunk began to slop from her mouth and roll down her chin. The silver liquid drooled from her jaw and chin like strings of elastic. Heavy loops of cum hung off his thick cock each time he pulled away from her. It rolled over her clasping fingers and webbed them together.
"Eat it. Suck it all down, slut," he croaked, unable to take his eyes off her face. "I bet it tastes good, huh? Nothing like a mouthful of steaming cum, huh, teach?"
Finally he stopped spurting and Ashley was able to clear her mouth with one or two deep and heavy swallows. The stuff felt thick and slimy going down. She felt bloated with cum. Her head stopped pumping up and down on him and she let the cock slop heavily from her overflowing mouth. Slowly, methodically, she began licking up the length of his cock, cleaning up all the drooling white spunk with her mouth.
"Attagirl. Clean up your mess good. Lick up all the cum, that's a good girl," he murmured, watching her. His prick stayed hard and strong in her slender fingers.
"Was I good? Did I do it right?" she wondered, genuinely curious. She stared up at him with her pretty blue eyes, as if she was a high school girl asking for a good grade from an admired teacher.
"You did great. You're a fine little cock-sucker," he answered as he watched his white cum drooling from the sides of her mouth.
"Did I really? You're not just saying that?" she queried sweetly. She lapped up a thick wad of silver spunk and smacked her lips as she sucked it inside.
"Would I have come that hard if you weren't good? Take a look at your face. You're covered with it."
"I am?"
Ashley finally let go his greasy prick and it stuck out in the air solidly. She climbed to her feet and reached for her purse. Flipping open a small mirror, she began examining her face closely.
"See what I mean? You're a great little cock-sucker," he repeated. Then he hauled up his pants and stuffed his wilting prick out of sight. He started for the door and was about to leave, but something made him pause and look back at the pretty teacher he'd just face-fucked.
Ashley was staring into her mirror, fascinated. Her whole mouth and lower face was greasy with heavy wads of cum-juice. It hung in the corners of her mouth and drooled off her chin. She stuck out her tongue, and it was completely white. A thick streak of cum looped off over her cheek.
"So much cum. So much jism in my mouth," she muttered strangely, as if in a trance. She lifted her fingers to her face and began smearing the thick spunk into her skin like lotion. She made her face shine with the sticky goo.
"Jesus Christ," the young man grunted. He turned on his heel and left the storeroom.
"So much cum all over the place," Ashley rambled on. Then she raised her fingers to her mouth and began to lick them.
CHAPTER THREE
Tim Larkin sat with Ashley in the front seat of his car, saying nothing. They were parked in front of Ashley's apartment building after an evening out together. They'd been to dinner and a movie and Tim was hoping she'd invite him inside. But she didn't say anything. She seemed lost in thought.
This was only their second date. When she'd first started teaching at the school Tim had been too shy to ask her. She was so pretty he felt for sure she'd turn him down. But eventually he had asked her out, and she'd consented. They'd had a strained but not unpleasant evening out together and by the time he'd driven her home he'd plucked up the courage to kiss her.
But she was different this evening. Something seemed to have happened to her since he'd last seen her. She was so quiet, and he could tell she wasn't listening to what he said half the time. Not only was it doubtful he'd get invited inside, but it was unlikely he'd even get a goodnight kiss this time. "Is anything wrong, Ashley?" he asked at last, really concerned. She'd been staring straight ahead for nearly a minute.
She seemed to snap awake. "No of course not! I'm fine," she smiled. Her lipstick shone in the dim light.
"You sure there's nothing you want to talk about?" he went on gamely as he gazed longingly at her pale throat and cleavage.
She laughed softly. "Tim you're so sweet. I'm fine, really. Save your concern for those crazy students of yours. Your classes are very unruly, I hear."
"That's not fair," he smiled, reaching for her. But she was snapping open her door and stepping out. "Hey, have I done anything wrong?"
She poked her head back in the door quickly and planted a soft kiss on his mouth. "You've been absolutely wonderful. I've had a lovely evening. But I'm a little tired. I'd like to get to bed early."
"So would I," he leered back at her harmlessly, twitching his eyebrows. "What do you say ..."
But she was gone, striding up the walk without looking back at him. So he put the car in gear and rolled off miserably up the avenue. He drove around for an hour cursing his luck with women. It was funny, he thought, the nicer you were to some of them, the colder they treated you. He wondered why Ashley bothered going out with him at all.
And she was wondering the same thing. She let herself into her apartment building and climbed the stairs slowly, thinking that while Tim was a really nice guy, they really didn't have that much in common. He was sweet and everything, but sometimes that just wasn't enough. What was it that was missing?
She had the key in the lock of her apartment door and had started to push it open when a figure appeared at her left hand and smiled down at her oddly. She groaned at the sight of the third young man she'd seen eying her that day in the gym. Here was Roger Conway's other friend, come to claim his part of her, no doubt.
"Hi, Miss Twaites. Did you enjoy your date?" he leered. He caught her arm and moved her quickly till they were both inside her door and he could close it behind them. "I've been waiting for nearly an hour. I was hoping for a chance to talk to you alone."
"What is this? Get out of here at once," she said.
She didn't sound too convincing-even to herself. Maybe because in a way she'd expected a visit from the third member of the group sooner or later. And she knew exactly what he wanted.
"Aren't you going to invite me?" he smirked. "I think it's the least you can do, considering what you did for Roger and Don."
Don, so that was the second fellow's name. This seemed to be a habit she was getting into, fucking guys whose names she didn't even know. Now here was a third one. But somehow it didn't seem to matter.
"I don't know what you mean," she lied, following him into her own living room. He dropped into a couch and made himself at home.
"You fucked Roger. You sucked off Don. What are you going to do for me?" He hooked his hands together behind his head and smiled up at her warmly. "I mean, I wouldn't want to have to see the principal and report that you'd seduced two young male students, now would I? How embarrassing for everybody. How much nicer for us all if you and I just discuss this quietly between us."
Ashley said nothing, just stood dumbly in her coat on the other side of the coffee table. She was watching him closely, thinking with a dull ache in her head that he was probably quite capable of doing what he threatened. And that if he did, the principal was more likely to believe his version of the story than hers. She'd lose her job just like that.
"One thing I should tell you," he went on. "If we're going to discuss things, I'd prefer you had no clothes on. I enjoy it better that way."
What was the use? thought Ashley. She really didn't have any choice in this matter. She had to do as he told her or risk losing her job. So she slipped off her coat and dropped it over a chair. Then she began unbuttoning her blouse. He didn't take his eyes off her for one second.
"Say, very nice," he praised, enjoying the sight of her tits packed tight in an ice-blue bra. "I didn't know you were so stacked."
Ashley dropped her blouse on top of her coat and unzipped her skirt. She felt silly and self-conscious, but she had no choice. The skirt fell from her and was tossed on the growing pile. She peeled off her panty hose and stood in front of him wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
"Very nice. Very nice," he murmured, his eyes roving over her bulging tits and flat golden belly to the tiny triangle of ice-blue panty at her crotch. "Jesus, you sure don't look like a teacher now!"
A weak smile came to Ashley's lips and he gestured at her to come around the coffee table to him. She did so, quite passively, and found herself standing between his knees. His face was on a level with her pantied crotch and he licked his lips hungrily.
And then he did something Ashley couldn't believe. He forced his face forward and mashed his mouth onto the crack of her cunt, right through her panties. She could feel his lips kissing her down there, and the wet probing of his tongue. Her damp panties began to cling to the puffy slabs of her cunt.
"I . . . ohhh . . . ohhh!" she gasped, amazed at the sparks of pleasure that shot up into her belly. His tongue was actually trying to poke into her cunt right through her pants!
His hands crept up the backs of her thighs and clutched at the gorgeous taut globes of her ass. His fingers curled into the top of her panties and pulled down, gently, so that inch by inch they rolled down lower and lower. Slivers of blonde pussy hair crept into view just inches from his eyes.
"What are you going to do?" she asked quietly, trying to keep any hint of pleasure out of her voice. She wasn't helping him in any way, but she wasn't resisting either.
He lifted his mouth off her cunt so that her soiled panties could be rolled downwards. The lovely tufted V of her crotch was suddenly revealed for him, along with the already cracking slit of her puffy cunt beneath. Strands of her pussy hair were already matted together with moisture.
"I'm going to eat you, I'm going to use my tongue on you and eat your cunt. Then I'm going to fuck you." He spoke matter-of-factly, as if he were telling her about some work he was going to do on her car.
Her panties were down around her ankles now and she stepped from them obligingly. Before he went back to her cunt, he reached up to unclasp her bra, and her full tits toppled free like ripe melons. He squeezed and caressed them for a few seconds, murmuring under his breath the whole time.
Then he made her sit down on the coffee table and spread her legs wide. He forced her back farther, till she was propped up on her elbows. Then he dipped his head between her legs and began licking and slurping at her blossoming cunt flesh. She held her thighs wide apart and let him do as he wished.
Ashley had never realized she could feel so good. It was a different feeling from when she got fucked. It was stranger, somehow, dirtier and more exciting. Her cunt was melting under his tongue, her pussy lips tingling.
He ran his tongue up one puffy cunt lip, then up the other. He circled her pussy with gentle little probings and his fingers pried her open so that he could get in deeper. His tongue dug inside her and his lips nipped at the wriggly folds. She let her head roll back on her shoulders and closed her eyes with pleasure.
She found herself wondering what his cock was like. He said he was going to fuck her later, and she would get to see it then. But she was curious about it now, and she wished she were in a position to reach for his crotch and pull it out for him. Her mouth watered at the thought that she might get to suck him off.
Suddenly the phone rang. It was right by her ear on the coffee table and it scared her half to death. The head lifted up from her crotch and smiled a greasy smile at her. "Answer it," he said, then went back to slobbering on her cunt.
"Are you crazy?" she wheezed, her eyes rolling at him. But her heart was pounding with excitement, and she found herself lifting the receiver to her ear. "Hello?" she said, her voice trembling.
"Hi. It's Tim. I got worried about you. I thought I'd call and see that you were okay."
"I . . . I'm fine. Honest," she croaked into the receiver.- Her cunt was being nibbled at roughly, and then her swollen clit was between the probing lips. She writhed and wriggled on the glass coffee table.
"Are you sure? You sound kind of weird. And you were so quiet all evening." Tim's voice was so clear to her that it was almost like having him there in the room with her while she got eaten out. It was a strange sensation.
"I . . . ohhh . . . I'm really okay. Please don't . . . ohhhh . . . worry about me, Tim." The tongue was diddling her clit with rapid little taps, driving her crazy.
"Maybe I should come over, just to make sure. Would you like that?" Tim went on.
"No! I mean, it's not necessary. I . . . ohhhhh ..."
Her clit was given a final mad work-out, and then the young man was lifting his face off her cunt. He climbed to his feet and stared down at her nude body a second. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants to the floor along with his shorts. A thick log of cock hung down from his crotch, half-erect, pointing directly at her flat golden belly.
Tim muttered on in her mind, something she'd like to talk about? he wondered.
Sometimes it helped to talk about things, to bring them out into the open. If it was her teaching she was concerned about, he'd be glad to offer her any advice he could . . .
Ashley was hardly listening to him. She was staring at the great hunk of swinging cock in front of her, watching as its owner grasped it in his fist, bent his knees, and slotted the ugly purple head of it up against her gaping, greasy cunthole. She covered the receiver of the telephone with her palm as she gasped and sighed with pleasure.
Her eyelids dropped with lust as she felt the great thick log of cock bull slowly into her slimy cunt channel. Inch after inch slid up her sucking cunt, till finally she felt his crotch hair mesh with hers and she knew he was in her all the way. Her cunt was totally stuffed with eight or nine inches of blazing cockmeat.
"You sure you're feeling okay?" Tim was asking her over the phone, his voice still worried.
"I feel fine. I feel wonderful," she murmured dreamily. And she wrapped her legs around the young man's back as he started humping in and out of her, feeding her the thick pole of his cock.
"And there's nothing you need?" Tim persisted.
Ashley almost laughed. "I've got everything I need right here. I really don't need you tonight, dear Tim." She smiled.
Her body was being shaken now by the rough thrusts of the strong young man. He was squeezing her tits in his palms and fucking his prick in and out of her with short, rapid motions. His ass flexed and pumped and his belly smacked against her again and again. He was driving his cockhead deep into her slimy cunt, burying it far up into her belly.
"What's that noise?" Tim asked. She hadn't spoken for several seconds but she tried to keep her hand over the telephone mouthpiece.
"It's nothing. I have to go now Tim. Something's . . . boiling," she muttered, and she hung up quickly, not trusting herself any longer with this crazy game. She stroked her hands up and down the young man's pumping flanks and pulled him to her. "Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
So he did. He rammed his greasy cock in and out of her with mad, lunging motions. And his balls swung in the air and smacked into the crook of her thighs with the effort. He mauled her tits and pulled on her nipples. He carved her every which way with his huge swollen prick.
And her ass squeaked as she slid about on the glass-topped coffee table. She was pinned down by the drilling shaft of his cock, her brown belly rippling and heaving with lust. Her head swung from side to side as she tried to control her whimpers of pleasure.
She thought briefly of Tim, and of how kind and concerned he was. She thought of the pleasant and polite evening they'd just had together. He was sweet and gentle and everything, yet she hadn't wanted to invite him up. She hadn't wanted to go to bed with him. Yet here she was moaning with lust while a big ugly bruiser pinned her to her coffee table with his cock.
Was something wrong with her? Tim was everything that most girls wanted, the kind of guy they'd choose for a husband and everything. And yet she wasn't interested. She preferred rough and casual fucking and sucking with big brawny men whose names she didn't even know. She seemed to enjoy sex with men who had no respect for her.
A sharp jolt from the present cock snapped her from her thoughts, and she realized she was coming, slowly and steadily. She clasped her ankles together behind his back and hugged him to her, sucking his cock deep into her pussy. And she leaned up and began licking his chest and planting rough kisses all over his skin. He buried his cock in her one last time.
And then he was coming too, blasting thick slugs of cum far up Ashley's cunt. She felt one, then two knots of spunk explode inside her, and she groaned with pleasure, welcoming the steaming jism. He lunged into her once or twice more, then pulled his still-spurting prick from her clogged cunthole.
"What . . . ohhh . . . ohhh!" she moaned, breathless and confused. She was forced to unwrap her legs from around his back.
He climbed up over her quickly, his cock dripping jism across her belly and tits. Then he clutched it in his hand and thrust it at her face, aiming his cockhead at her mouth. One jet of spunk shot out and splattered across her mouth and she understood immediately, opening her lips and letting him shove his dripping cock inside.
Her fingers took over for him, circling round his cock and gripping it tightly as she began to pump out what was left of his jism. The cockhead sat on her tongue and blasted a thick wad of spunk against the back of her throat. She swallowed noisily.
"Drink it down. Oh shit," he moaned, squatting on Ashley's lovely tits. He drove his cock back and forth in the cradle of her fingers.
She gurgled, swallowing his spunk. Another jet of cream spat from his cocktip and filled her mouth. Two thick silver streams of it slithered from the corners of her mouth and foiled down her face to her jaw line.
"Suck it. Drink it all down," he grunted, staring wildly at her sweat-slick face.
His cock spasmed one more time, sending a jet of cum across her tongue and deep into her throat. And then he was finished, his prick and balls empty of their load. He sat on top of Ashley while she sucked out the dregs. He let her lick up the excess spunk from the rippled sides of his cock.
She stared up at him with droopy eyes, smiling gently while thick strings of cum slid from the corners of her mouth. She kissed his cock and licked it, rubbing the swollen red cock- head into her face. She mashed the prickhead around her mouth, spreading about all the remaining silver jism.
He groaned softly and watched her. She was poking his huge cockhead into her eyes and dragging it across her clear forehead. Snail-trails of cum were spread about on her face. She laughed oddly and slipped the cock back in her mouth, sucking it hungrily.
CHAPTER FOUR
Things were getting out of hand, Ashley told herself. Surely she should make some effort to straighten herself out before her career went down the tubes. She'd been fucked while at work, and now in her own home, by crude and brawny young men. And while it was true that they'd pretty much forced themselves on her to start with, she hadn't resisted enough. She'd gotten into the sex and enjoyed herself.
This had to stop. She couldn't go on allowing herself to be used in this way. Boys like Roger Conway talked, obviously, and if she didn't have a reputation around school by now she soon would have. Who knew how many young men might show up at her door, asking for a fuck or a blow-job? It was only a matter of time before the other teachers-or the principal-found out what was going on.
She decided to see Mr. Thomas, the boys' football coach. He was the only person the rougher young men seemed to have any respect for, and if she could let him know that she was being abused then maybe he could put a stop to it. She needed someone's help, that was for sure. On her own there was no telling what kind of trouble she might get herself into.
Besides, Mr. Thomas had always been nice to her. Just the other day, when she'd asked him about Roger Conway, he'd been only too happy to answer any of her questions. And he'd said for her to come to him if she ever had any problems. He was in his mid-thirties, and seemed a very responsible type.
Ashley waited till after classes then threaded her way through the various passages leading off the gym till she found Mr. Thomas' office. The door was open and the sound of a shower running was very distinct. She stepped inside and sat on a tattered couch to wait. She hoped he wouldn't mind her making herself at home in this very male-looking room.
Finally the shower stopped and there was the sound of very loud whistling from the small bathroom. Mr. Thomas burst through the door completely naked, his cock swinging in the wind. He was covered in speckles of water and dabbed at himself absently with a towel.
"Oh! Christ!" he smiled, holding the towel to his crotch. "I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was here."
Ashley stood up, flushed with embarrassment. She hadn't been able to resist looking at his cock, and she couldn't get the image of it out of her mind. It was one of the biggest, thickest hunks of meat she had ever seen and it was still completely soft. What would it look like pumped full of blood?
"I've come at a bad time. You must think I'm awful," she murmured, glancing at the door, as if thinking she should leave.
Mr. Thomas didn't think she was awful at all. As a matter of fact, he thought she was beautiful. He'd always thought so, but now she was even more appealing, all embarrassed and confused like a silly teenager. He wanted to move over to her, to press his naked body to her, to feel her warmth. But instead he laughed the incident off and asked her to sit down and tell him what she wanted.
She thought the least he could do was put something on, a robe or something. But all he did was wrap the towel around his waist and prop his ass on the edge of his cluttered desk. She tried to tell him what she was concerned about, but it wasn't easy, with him sitting nearly naked not six feet away.
Finally she mentioned the three boys who had taken advantage of her and hoped he could fill in the gaps himself. But he wanted details. He didn't seem to understand what they had done to her. He thought maybe the boys had been rough around her or sworn at her or something.
"You don't understand. They forced me to have sex with them. They used me," she murmured, beginning to wonder if coming to see Mr. Thomas had been such a good idea after all.
"All three of them? How?" he asked her, shifting a little on the desk. As he sat staring at her in her tight white T-shirt and running shorts he noticed a distinct twitch in his cock beneath the soggy towel.
"Well ... the first one, Roger Conway, forced his way into my bathroom and made me get down on the floor."
"And then what? What did he do to you?"
"You know. Must I explain everything? He had sex with me." Ashley was flushing as she struggled to avoid certain words.
"And what about Webb, what did he do?" Thomas went on.
"He ... he put his thing in my mouth and made me suck it." There, she'd said it. How much more did he need to know?
"You sucked his cock?" Thomas breathed, staring at the soft red oval of her mouth. His own cock had begun to rise beneath the material of the towel, tenting it up comically.
"Yes. I . . . " Ashley broke off as she noticed the growing bulge in Thomas' crotch. No wonder he wanted more detail, she thought. He was enjoying hearing about her adventures!
"Tell me, did he . . . you know . . . come in your mouth?" Thomas asked, quite seriously, the bulge in his crotch growing larger by the second.
"What difference does that make?" Ashley-said. It was weird, but she couldn't take her eyes off the rising towel in his lap. "As a matter of fact he did, yes. He came in my mouth and he made me swallow his . . . you know, his stuff."
"His cum? You swallowed his cum?" Thomas asked. He stood up abruptly, his cock uncomfortable under his towel. It bulged out enormously and was too obvious for either of them to ignore.
"Yes, I . . . swallowed his cum," Ashley admitted, staring directly at his bulging towel. She couldn't take her eyes off it. His cock was making a large pyramid of the material.
Thomas clasped his hand over the ridiculous bulge, although it was far too late to hide it. As he did so the towel loosened itself from around his waist and he was left holding his cock and balls inside a handful of cloth that dangled down around his knees. He was standing less than three feet away from the mesmerized Ashley.
"And you didn't like it, when he forced you to suck his cock?" he wheezed. "You found it unpleasant?"
Ashley glared at his covered crotch. She found herself leaning forward off the couch, and though she was ashamed to admit it to herself, her mouth was watering. "I . . . actually kind of enjoyed it," she muttered softly.
Thomas took two steps toward her, till he was no more than a foot away from her. Then he removed his hand from his crotch and let the towel hang freely over the soaring pole of his cock. Both his cock and his balls were fully covered still by the towel. The strength of his hard-on held the towel in place.
"I liked it. Oh god, what's the matter with me? I liked sucking cock," Ashley muttered miserably. There was a catch in her voice, and she seemed about to burst into tears.
But instead of crying she leaned forward and mashed her face against the huge growth in his towel. She rubbed her face back and forth, forcing the cock to bend to the left and right against his lower belly. And then she grabbed the towel and flung it to one side, exposing his giant prick at last.
"Oh God, I can't help it. Oh God ..." she groaned, and she began planting soft wet kisses on his hard, hot cock. She dipped lower, kissed his balls and scraped her tongue over them warmly. Then she clutched the prick in her hand and forced it into her mouth with a loud groan.
Thomas smiled softly to himself. "Don't worry about it. It's very healthy to enjoy sucking cock. Don't feel guilty," he soothed, standing there quite passively while the confused girl plunged her mouth down on his aching cock.
She moaned, her lips halfway down the bloated shaft of his cock. She held his balls in one hand and had the other wrapped round the cock base. She pumped up and down with her fist while her mouth teased and sucked the top half of his prick, "In fact there's nothing about sex that you should feel ashamed of," he went on calmly, sweeping her hair up onto the top of her head so that he could see her bulging face clearly. "You should just learn to enjoy it. It's very healthy."
Ashley sucked hungrily on his swelling cock. It was growing still in her mouth, forcing her lips tighter around its bulk. Her slender fingers jacked up and down on its base. Her tongue was flicking along the cock's surface, tickling and teasing.
Maybe he was right, she thought. Maybe she should just stop worrying and enjoy all the action she was getting. She had to admit she loved cock. There was nothing quite as exciting for her as having her mouth full of it. But she couldn't stop feeling guilty.
"Even stuff that's a little unusual, you should get to enjoy," he added wisely. "Like getting fucked up the ass."
He paused to study her reaction, wondering if she'd object to the suggestion. She glanced up at him briefly but otherwise made no sign of protest. Her mouth was warped out of shape around the invading bulk of his prick and she couldn't have said anything anyway. She drove her face steadily up and down on his hard-on.
Thomas decided now would be as good a time as any. His wife would never let him try anything out of the ordinary with her, and this seemed like an ideal opportunity. Little Miss Twaites didn't seem to know her own mind at all, and if you talked right to her you could probably get her to do anything at all. He decided to give it a try.
"Ease up for a minute. Ease up," he murmured to her, and very gently he forced her up off his cock and slipped onto the couch with her, his prick sticking up in his lap like a reddened pole.
"What's the matter, don't you want me to suck you?" she pouted prettily, her hand still clutching to his bloated cock. "I'll suck you off all the way if you want me to. You can even come in my mouth."
"Mighty tempting, mighty tempting," he muttered. "But I'd like us to try some other things for a while. I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself."
He was unzipping the side of her shorts, forcing his hand into her crotch. Immediately he felt the warm furry pelt of her cunt hair and the tight slit of her pussy. He slipped a finger up her cunt and began teasing her with it, twirling it around and around like a small cock.
"What are you doing? I . . . " she protested. But she didn't resist. She was completely passive in his hands and let him do as he wished. She groaned a little as his finger dipped inside her.
"Let's get these shorts off, shall we?" he croaked.
He was withdrawing his finger from her, urging her up on her knees on the tattered couch. He forced her down on all fours and pulled down her tight shorts and panties so her gorgeous trim little ass was thrust out at him invitingly. He'd never seen such perfectly shaped little ass cheeks.
"What are you going to do?" she wondered, lifting first one knee then the other as he hauled her shorts and panties off completely. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.
"You'll see. Don't be impatient," he teased, and he smoothed his hands down over the shapely globes of her ass and moaned softly to himself.
He clambered up behind her on the couch, and she felt the warm wet knob of his cocktip scrape against her thigh and then her ass. The prickhead was next planted against her cunt slice, and soon he had thrust forward and drilled four or five inches of hard cock into her pussy hole. He paused a second, withdrew a little then plunged in all the way, burying eight inches of stiff cock up Ashley's wet cunt.
He began to fuck her with slow, easy motions, letting her get the feel of his thick cock. And he leaned down over her and forced up her tight T-shirt till it was rolled up over her huge tits. He quickly unsnapped her lacy white bra and her tits rolled deliciously into the open. They hung down heavily below her and swung gently back and forth as he fed her his cock.
"Ohhhh ... it feels so . . . ohhh . . . nice," she muttered, clasping the arm of the couch tightly. "Your cock feels so good."
"You ain't seen nothing yet," he smirked, and he gathered up the lovely swinging melons of her tits in his palms and squeezed them hard. They were heavy and ripe in his hands, and the nipples were very long and very hard.
"You're going so deep . . . ohhh ..." she moaned, bucking forward as he lunged into her. "It feels so good!"
He fucked her this way for several minutes, increasing his pace and fondling her tits at the same time. But then he was pulling back, sliding his cock out of her completely, lodging it in the lovely pale crack between her tight little asscheeks. He lifted up off her and began scooping slime up from her cunt into the tight pit of her asshole.
"What's the matter? What are you doing?" Ashley queried, twisting her head to gaze at him. "Aren't you going to fuck me any more?"
He grunted deeply. "I'm going to fuck you, all right. But up the asshole, baby. Up that sweet little ass of yours!"
Before she could reply he slotted his shiny wet cockhead against the small puckered circle of her asshole. Then he was pressing forward, trying to screw his thick cock into her tight shit-chute. She sagged forward under his weight and he had to hold her hips and haul her back onto his thrusting dick.
"Shove yourself back against me!" he yelled at her. "Come on baby, I'm too far gone to stop now. I'm going to fuck you up your sweet little ass if it kills me."
Ashley moaned. "It'll never go! Your cock's too big! Ohhhhh ..." she croaked. His cock was like a heavy weight boring against her tiny asshole. She tried her best to stay up on her hands and knees, but it wasn't easy.
But finally his bloated cockhead twisted open her tight little asshole. The puckered opening widened, spreading itself taut around the hard cocktip. At last the purple mushroom-shaped head of his cock was inside her, throbbing like crazy. He bulled forward, and two inches of solid cockshaft slid into her shit-chute.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she groaned, biting her bottom lip. "It's so big! Your cock's so fucking big!" Her knuckles turned white as she clasped the arm of the ragged couch.
"It's going! My cock's going up your ass!" he gloated, and as he watched another two or three inches bulled inside her. Her pretty asscheeks were warping around the invading bulk of his huge prick.
"Ohhh God! Ohhh God!" she croaked, closing her eyes tight. Her ass felt numb.
"It's going all the way! My cock's going all the way up that sweet little ass of yours!" Thomas leered. He had his hands on her waist now, confident she could take the rest of his huge hard-on without caving in. He watched the final two inches of cock disappear into Ashley's taut asshole.
And then he began fucking her, lunging his thick prick in and out of her with steady, deep thrusts. Her asshole was tighter than any cunt, and in seconds the feel of her sucking ass on his cock was driving him crazy. He tried not to hump her too fast or this would end too soon. So he kept up a light chatter to keep his mind occupied.
"So you didn't do this with any of the boys, huh?" he wheezed, burying his cock to the balls up her asshole. "None of the boys showed you this little trick?"
"No ... Oh God, no ... " she moaned, her body swinging forward each time he rammed into her. "I'd no idea this could be done. Ohhhh ... I'd no idea!"
She could barely believe it, but she actually started to enjoy herself. Having nine inches of cock up her ass was a very strange feeling. But it was far from unpleasant and there was something so dirty, so kinky about it: She flushed deeply at her horny thoughts.
God, what was happening to her? She'd come here to ask Mr. Thomas for advice, determined to try to put a stop to all the weird sex she'd been having. But instead here she was bare-ass naked on Mr. Thomas' couch, nine inches of hard cock up her ass. What was the matter with her?
She didn't seem to have any resistance, that was the thing. All some guy had to do was come on to her, flash her his cock, and she was a goner. She must be the easiest lay in the entire school, even easier than many of the stupid young girls.
"I can't hold back. I'm going to come up your ass," Thomas muttered suddenly, his voice hoarse. "Fuck, you've got a great little ass. You're as tight as a teenager."
"Yes, do it," she found herself muttering, her tits swinging in the breeze. "Come up my ass! Fuck me deep up the ass and shoot all your hot jism off! Oh yeah!"
Thomas pumped his cock in and out of the tight sheath of her asshole, boring it in to the balls then withdrawing till only his swollen cockhead remained in her rear channel. And suddenly his balls were twitching and thick knots of hot cum were belching from his split cocktip. Steaming jism was firing off up Ashley's asshole.
"Like that! Yes! Pump my ass full of cum! Oh yes!" she moaned, turning her head to look at him. "Fuck my asshole! Shoot me full of cum! Oh yeah!"
A huge sizzling wad of spunk shot off up her asshole. She could feel the hot liquid firing off inside her and she thrust back her ass onto his spitting cock urging him to spurt off more and more steaming spunk. It was such a strange and wonderful feeling.
"Coming up your ass, coming up your ass, Miss Twaites," he muttered over and over again, in a trance.
Until he pulled back a little too far and his cock slid from her winking asshole and lodged itself between the tight spheres of her perfect asscheeks. He humped forward, too far gone to put his cock back in. A giant streamer of silver cum arched up into the air and splattered down across her brown and lovely back.
The line of spunk ran all the way up her spine between her shoulder blades, like a stripe painted up the center of a roadway. It hooked itself into her hair, where it glittered. A thick pearl of white hung off a pretty strand of her blonde hair.
"Ohhh fuck! Ohhh shit!" he grunted, and another jet of cum shot off over the small of her back and splashed up her left shoulder blade.
He eased back far enough to try to stick his spurting cock back inside her but he couldn't quite do it, and the rest of his cum spat out directly onto her upturned asshole and split cunt. Strings of white shot onto her gaping asshole and filled it completely while thick dribbles of silver ran down over the hair-lined greasy slabs of her inverted cunt and hung off her cunt hair.
"Put it back inside me! Fuck me up the ass! Shoot me full of cum!" she groaned, and she groped behind her with her hand in search of his spurting prick.
But he gripped it himself and instead of plugging it back into her asshole he simply milked out the dregs of his spunk and watched it drip down onto her soiled and soggy cunt slice. He was fascinated at the way her gaping cunt was draped with thick ropes of silver jism. He watched the cum roll down her inner thighs.
And finally, when he had no more cum left, he began slapping his heavy cock back and forth across her asscheeks, smearing them with thick wads of spunk. The cock thwacked heavily against her lovely ass and thick ropes of white cum dripped down over her ragged pink cunt lips.
Ashley peered behind her, wondering if he was about to shove his cock back in her. While she was waiting she dropped her head onto her hands and closed her eyes, a slight smile hinting at the corners of her pretty mouth.
CHAPTER FIVE
For the better part of a week, Ashley wondered whether or not to go see Mr. Newman, the principal of the school. She had the distinct feeling, from looks he'd given her lately, that he knew what was going on. She figured if she went to him first, admitted to certain things, then he would have less reason to fire her. There was always a chance.
But she couldn't bring herself to do it. What could she say to him that wouldn't make her sink through the floor with shame? And look what had happened when she'd opened up to Mr. Thomas. She certainly hadn't gotten much sympathy there, had she? She'd just gotten another nine inches of cock.
Besides, there was always a chance that the looks Mr. Newman had been giving her meant nothing at all. He might not be suspecting anything. She could be imagining the whole thing. There was no point in going to him and making a fool of herself unless it was absolutely unavoidable.
As it turned out, the matter was taken completely out of her hands. For on Friday afternoon Mr. Newman stopped her in the hall and asked her to come by his office after school. He didn't say why he wanted to see her and as she tapped on his door later that day she was very much on edge. She had a feeling that her job was on the line.
What made things more difficult was the fact that Mr. Newman was fairly young and very good-looking. She would have felt much more comfortable if he had been balding and plump. He smiled at her warmly across his desk and asked her how she was settling down in her new job. She answered politely, wondering just what he was up to.
"The thing is, Miss Twaites," he said finally, after more small talk, "this is a small town and people are bound to talk. They can't help it."
Ashley nodded at him wisely. Here it comes, she thought. Somebody's been blabbing about her and Mr. Newman knows everything. Her heart began to pound and she was already trying to plan her defense. Maybe she could claim she was forced to perform all those sex acts, which in a way she had been. Maybe she could say she was attacked.
"In a town this size everyone knows about your private life and it's hard to keep anything quiet." Mr. Newman spoke slowly and as he did so he let his eyes roam over Ashley's full figure. Her tits were swelling out the front of a light green sweater.
"I know, it's terrible," she agreed, taking note of the principal's admiring glances. "But you just have to ignore what people say and live your own life."
"I couldn't agree more," said Mr. Newman. He gazed at Ashley's beautiful slender legs as she crossed them. Then he flushed slightly as he realized that she was watching him closely. "But as teachers we should be setting examples, and-" Ashley had stood up. This was it, she was sure, the gentle lead-in to her getting the axe. She couldn't give him a chance to make it official. She had to do something-anything- to head him off. So she leaned over his desk, letting her tits loll low in her sweater, wet her lips and smiled at him.
"As adults, we have to live our own lives, whether we're teachers or not. We can't live like monks."
"I realize that, but ..." he paused as Ashley circled the desk and brushed his arm with her thigh, making him lose all track of what he was saying. Something was happening here that he had no control over.
Ashley felt it too. This just wasn't like her. But she couldn't help it. She edged in front of his chair and slowly sank to the floor between his legs. Her fingers found his fly and hauled it down steadily.
"Miss Twaites ..." he grunted, watching her, fascinated.
"If you're an adult, you have to do what you think is correct under the circumstances," she went on matter-of-factly. "You can't always afford to worry about what other people think of your actions."
She had opened up his pants and snaked her hand inside his shorts. Her fist hauled out a slowly thickening cock and tilted it this way and that. Still gazing up at him with a slight smile on her lips, she dipped her head and stroked her tongue up on the underside of his swelling cockhead.
"Miss Twaites ..." he croaked again. But he wasn't protesting. He sat quite passively in his chair while Ashley licked up and down his cock.
She moaned, sinking her open mouth down over his swelling cockhead. She rolled her big eyes up to his face and watched him, smiling slightly even while she sucked his cock. It was growing bigger in her mouth, forcing her lips to seal shut around its bulk.
He sighed deeply, sinking low in his chair. She was doing things with her tongue that he'd never experienced before, curling it around the cylinder of his cock and snaking it over his purple cockhead. She even diddled her tongue-tip into the piss-slit at the tip of his prickhead.
And all the time she sucked him, she was fumbling with his pants, opening them wider, trying to pry his balls out of his shorts. She finally let the cock swing free of her mouth and tugged his shorts down roughly, getting them tangled around the stiff spike of his growing prick. He raised his ass obligingly and she forced his pants and shorts down below his knees.
Freed from the tangle of his shorts, his thick prick bounced up and smacked Ashley under her chin. She giggled crazily and grasped the cock in her fist. Then she grew serious as she began earnestly sucking him off. She drove her face up and down in him quickly, her fist shucking up and down on the swelling base of his cock.
"Miss Twaites . . . nnnnnn ..." he muttered, his eyes closed, his head tilted back. There was a strange tense smile on his lips.
His cock was totally stiff, sticking up in his lap like a red pole. And suddenly she seemed to make up her mind about something. She lifted her mouth off his prick and smiled at him, her lipstick smeared all about. Then she stood up, let go of his cock, and whispered deep in her throat.
She reached for her skirt and lifted it high up her thighs. Then she dug into her crotch and with one hand forced down her hose and panties in one deft movement. She didn't push them far down her legs, just far enough to clear her crotch for action. She hooked up one foot onto his chair and clambered on top of him.
"Miss Twaites ..." he protested. But he was in no position to complain. His cock stood up huge and red in his lap, its head shiny with the wetness of her mouth.
Ashley clamped a hand on his shoulder for support, holding his blazing prick upright with the other. She bent her knees, squatted over the astonished principal, and lowered herself down onto his waiting cock. The prickhead bumped her left asscheek, and she had to make a slight adjustment. But then she found her wet cunt slice with his hard prick tip, and sank down with a deep sigh.
He gripped his hands on her tiny waist for extra support and gazed down between her scissored legs to watch his cock disappear inch by inch in the warm wet pouch of her hairy cunt. She sank lower and lower, forcing the prick inside her, and she didn't stop till every last inch was buried and her cunt hair meshed with his cock hair.
She sat there quite still for several seconds, his cock buried in her to the hilt. She held both hands on his shoulders now and smiled at him contentedly. Then she began slowly and steadily to fuck him. His prick slid in and out of her easily and made soft squishing sounds.
"Do you want to see my tits?" she murmured, bouncing up and down in his lap. "Here, help yourself."
Quickly she crossed her arms and hauled up her sweater. She unsnapped her bra and her heavy tits lolled forward into his face. The bouncing tits looked amazingly sexy thrusting out from under her rolled-up sweater. The nipples were thick and nut-brown and they stuck up high like long stubs of rubber.
"Play with them if you like," she encouraged, thrusting them out at him. "I like men to play with my tits."
He ran his hands up and cupped both tits in his palms. He ran his thumbs over the nipples and teased them, squeezing the tit flesh and digging his fingers into the soft melons. Her nipples seemed to flush and grow longer as he played with them.
"Suck them," she groaned softly, her voice husky. "Please take my nipples in your mouth and suck them. I want you to."
Her tits swung heavily just inches from his face. He leaned forward slightly and his lips sucked the hopelessly erect stub of one thick nipple up and out even more, using his lips and tongue to drive her crazy. Her tit swelled out against his face.
"Ohhhh yes! I love it! Suck my nipples! Suck them hard!" she whimpered. She gripped him around his neck and held him to her chest. And all the time she was bucking up and down on him as if she was riding a horse.
He spat out one nipple and gulped for breath, but she was immediately jamming her other tit against his mouth and he had to take the other stiff nipple between his lips. It was hot and swollen against his teasing tongue, hard as a pebble.
"Do you like it? Do you like sucking my tits?" she croaked. But she obviously didn't want an answer because she clasped him so tightly to her he couldn't speak.
Ashley bounced up and down in his lap, spiking herself again and again on his thick prick. Her asscheeks were split wide as she squatted on top of him, and she had to be careful not to jump so high as to lose his precious cock.
"Miss Twaites ..." he splurted, suddenly spitting her nipple from his mouth. "Miss Twaites, this is madness ..."
She sighed deeply and smiled down at him, still rocking in his lap. "I know, but it sure is fun, huh?"
"Miss Twaites, I should warn you ..." he struggled on.
"About what? You're going to come, is that it? You're going to shoot your naughty jism up Ashley's sweet cunt?" She smiled at him again and tried to thrust her tit back into his gaping mouth.
"I . . . ohhh . . . ohhh ..." he moaned, unable to go on.
"Don't worry about it. Go right ahead. Come, that's the point of the whole exercise," she soothed. "I like it when men do that. Go ahead. Shoot it. Don't be scared."
Newman did seem to be very close to coming. He was sweating thickly and groaning deep in his chest. His eyes were closed tight and he was breathing raggedly. Ashley shucked up and down on him all the harder, trying her best to bring him off. She finally succeeded in stuffing her thick nipple back in his mouth, and he began sucking contentedly.
Then there was a sudden weird tenseness in his legs, and to Ashley's astonishment he was bucking forward, circling her waist with his arms, and rising from his chair. She quickly hooked her legs around his haunches and clutched him by the shoulders. He stood there where he was for a second, then staggered forward, his cock still embedded in her sucking cunt.
"Mr. Newman, what?" she began, never once stopping her humping motions on top of his cock.
He had spit her nipple out again and his mouth was twisted with the strain of holding her up. He took two steps forward and lodged Ashley's naked ass on the edge of his desk. The he fell forward on top of her, pinning her to the desk top and sending books and papers flying.
"Ohhhh fuck," he grunted, gripping Ashley around her waist and beginning to fuck her viciously, driving his cock to the depths of her cunt and making her whole body quake. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his pumping hips.
"Mr. Newman, you're such a good fuck, I had no idea," she muttered, sweat glistening on her pretty forehead. She ran her fingers up and down his flanks and tickled him.
He glared down at her without answering and breathed deeply. She was flat out on his desk but he stood up as he fucked her. He gripped both her tits in his hands and mauled them, the nipples were blazing hot. Her head rolled from side to side on the desk and she began to whimper softly.
His cock began to shine like a greased pole as he fed it in and out of her split cunt. He carved her this way and that, prying her twat wide open. Her belly rippled each time he lunged deep into her. She bit her lip and moaned softly, staring up at him to see if he was coming yet.
He groaned deeply, and she felt a wet explosion inside as the first of his cum wads jumped into her pussy channel. At the same time he shoved his hands underneath her and scooped her up off the desk like a large doll. He lifted her and held her around him as before, squatting back down into his chair with a loud croak.
The chair rolled back against the wall on its wheels and there was a heavy crash. Her legs were caught in back of him and she did her best to pump herself up and down as she sat there in his lap. She could feel the thick knots of spunk spurting into the depths of her cunt and he began moaning.
Cum jetted out into her cunt. It spurted in thick, sizzling blasts and clogged her hole to capacity. Ropes of silver slid down his cock stem like wax, pooling in his crotch hair and trickling over his balls. Thick spunk oozed from her cunt slice like cream.
"Ohhhhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck!" he muttered regularly.
He clutched her waist and helped her chug up and down on him. He watched her tits joggle and bounce in front of his face. The nipples looked so long and swollen that he thought they might drop off any second.
"Cum inside me! Spurt all your hot jism up my cunt!" she pleaded. Her lovely blonde hair bounced on her shoulders as she twisted her head from side to side. "I want your cum! I want every last drop of it! Shoot it all! Oh fuck, fill me with steaming hot cum!"
He jerked his ass up and down in his seat, and she pumped and squirmed on top of him. Finally his cock slipped free of her sucking pussy and became entangled in the tufts of her cunt hair. He gazed down, in a trance, and saw his prick blast a rope of silver spunk up Ashley's golden belly.
In a flash she had the escaped cock in her fist, but instead of sticking it back in her cunt she seemed content to pump it and watch as it spurted out the last of its cum-load up over her crotch and belly. Another jet shot free and soared almost as high as her left tit before sticking to her rib cage.
They both watched as the ropes of white spunk drooled down her stomach and into her golden cunt hair. Her navel filled up with one giant drip and her pumping fingers were webbed with the stuff. Although he had stopped shooting, his cock still oozed thick streams of jism and her fingers shone.
"You're finished. I think you're finished," Ashley reported helpfully, her eyes glued to the dripping cocktip. "Your cum's just oozing out real slow."
He groaned, his prick a numb pole in her gently shucking fist. He could see thick white strings of cum drooling down her golden belly and hanging like cobwebs in her blonde cunt hair. He was amazed at the amount of spunk still sliding down the dome of his cock onto her fingers.
"I'm glad we had our little talk," she smiled. "I guess this means I can keep my job after all, huh?"
He was slowly rousing from his daze. "What do you mean? Did you think I was going to fire you?"
"Of course. Weren't you?"
"Not at all. I don't have the authority to do that. I just wanted to ask you out, and I wanted us to keep it quiet."
Ashley giggled. "I was so worried. How stupid. So are you going to ask me out after all?"
"I guess I don't have to, do I?" He sat back in his chair now completely drained. He stared at her tiredly.
"I guess not," she giggled and lifted her cum-soaked hand to her face.
While he watched, Ashley began to lick strings of thick spunk from her webbed fingers. She smiled and the strands of jism dripped from her chin.
CHAPTER SIX
That afternoon in the principal's office, something came unhinged inside of Ashley. It wasn't something she understood, and in fact she didn't want to spend any time thinking about it. But something had happened to her. She was different. And she had a feeling she'd never ever be the same again.
She went home confused and restless, and after a quick meal she knew she had to go out again. She just couldn't stay home alone. Tim Larkin phoned her up and asked her out, but she turned him down, saying she didn't feel up to it. In fact, she had something more exciting in mind. She wanted to see Roger Conway again. Tim was nice, but tonight she needed a cock-a big one.
She looked up Roger's name in the phone book but didn't call him. Instead she drove right over to his place, her heart pounding. It was funny, she thought, but only that afternoon she'd been royally fucked, and here she was out looking for more cock. She wanted to do it with someone who she knew didn't give a shit about her but she couldn't explain why.
Roger had a scruffy apartment in a kind of converted warehouse, and as she mounted the rickety stairs she felt very much alone in the huge old building.
Halfway up the stairs she met a cheap-looking but very pretty young girl. The girl was in tears and glanced at Ashley quickly with a hostile look before hurrying on. She looked as if she'd just been jilted, and Ashley suddenly realized beyond a doubt that she'd come from Roger Conway's apartment.
At first there was no answer at his door but she kept on tapping and finally he swung it open and glared at her angrily. He looked really pissed off at being disturbed. Ashley smiled at him and stepped into the room without him asking her. He was alone, and his place was a mess.
"What the fuck do you want?" he snarled. "I just got rid of one bitch, I don't need another."
Ashley's heart pounded. It was just the kind of talk she was in the mood for. She wanted someone to abuse her, to be cold and uncaring and take her completely for granted. She didn't want sweet talk and tenderness. She wanted someone to swear and talk dirty to her. And she wanted him to use her in dirty ways and slap her with his cock.
"I needed to see you," she muttered. "I couldn't help it. Something made me look you up."
"You wanna break my balls, like the slut that just left? Is that what you want to do?" he grunted.
He had closed the door now and stood with her in the center of the room while she examined the place. She dropped her bag on a chair and walked around casually, though that wasn't the way she was feeling. The tangled bed was unmade and there was a huge pile of dishes in the sink.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Ashley asked, genuinely curious.
"I don't have no fucking girlfriends. I don't need 'em. I make chicks real easy. What do I need with some bitch hangin' around all the time? Cunts, that's all they are. Cunts."
"Why was she crying? What did you do to her?"
"I didn't do nothin'. She was just like all the rest. Trying to tie me down. Wanting me to fuck nobody but her. I can't stand that. They fuck you a few times and they think they're in love or something. Then they want to marry you. Shit, I can't stand that."
Ashley had come to a stop by the unmade bed. She watched him with a sly glint in her eye, not saying anything. Then she slipped off her coat and tossed it to one side. Her pretty print dress showed off her figure pleasantly. Her eyelids glowed under a coating of dark-blue eye shadow and her lips shone under their red gloss.
"And why are you here, teach? Come to talk sense into our naughty boy, is that it?" he sneered. His eyes were running up and down her lovely body.
"I've come for your cock and balls, that's all. I don't want anything else of you. I don't care how many other girls you fuck. I'm horny and all I want is your cock and balls."
Roger's mouth dropped open. He wasn't used to prim little teachers talking to him like that. He took a step toward her, stopped, then took another step. She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him and set about unbuckling his belt and tugging open his pants. Her fingers thrust down his jeans and shorts and his rubbery cock flopped into the open like a limp fish.
"You're not even hard! What is this?" she complained, smiling up at him. She captured his soft cock in her fingers and played with it. She then quickly lowered her face into his crotch and stuffed the wilted prick into her painted mouth.
"I wasn't expecting you. You caught me by surprise," he answered. "Besides, I just spent four hours fucking the ass off the little slut who just left. What do you expect?"
Ashley was sucking and snorting in his crotch, using her lips and tongue to tickle and tease his floppy prick. Already the soft cock was growing in her mouth. It swelled and thickened and soon her red lips formed a perfectly shaped oval seal around the growing shaft.
"Shit, you're really something, teach," he croaked. "First you resist like crazy, then you suck me off at the drop of a hat. What's gotten into you?"
"You did, remember?" she smiled, spitting out his hardening cock. "When you fucked me in the bathroom last week you really started something. I don't know where it's going to end."
She held his growing cock in her hand and dipped her head to scrape her tongue up and over his dangling balls. Her lipstick smudged off onto his ball pouch and she shucked his prick up and down in her fist. It grew steadily and she could feel it thickening in her fingers.
He stepped from his pants quickly and tore off his shirt. Then he gripped her under her arms and lifted her, almost throwing her back onto his unmade bed. Completely naked, he climbed up on top of her so that he pinned her to the bed. His cock loomed up in front of her face like the branch of a tree.
"Open up, bitch. Open that sweet cock- teasing little mouth of yours and eat my balls," he grunted. He dangled his weighty balls just inches from her mouth, and as soon as she opened her lips he lowered them so that they blocked the red oval of her mouth.
Ashley opened her mouth wide, and his entire ball sac slipped into her mouth. His balls felt like two heavy round rocks on her tongue and she began to suck and tease them, diddling her tongue this way and that. Her cheeks swelled out lewdly, and her nostrils flared with the effort. Her mouth was crammed full with balls.
"That's it, suck 'em good," he praised. "There's nothing like getting your balls eaten - except of course getting your cock sucked."
He suddenly slipped his balls from her mouth and they hung there dripping in front of her face. Then he cranked down his huge cock and began rubbing the head of it back and forth across her face, smearing her lipstick and eye shadow. His prick was fully hard now, its ugly purple veins rippling in its side.
"Let me do that. I love to rub cock into my face," she panted.
And he let her grab hold of his cock and begin smudging it to the left and right on her lovely face. She rubbed the cock head into her cheeks and along her forehead. She closed her eyes and crammed the satin prickhead against her dark-blue eyelids.
"That's real good. Real good," he praised, enjoying the feel of her face against his cock. "I knew you were a horny little slut. I just knew it."
"Yes, I am," she agreed. "I love cock. I just love it." And again she smudged his cockhead into her pretty features.
He was fumbling underneath himself while she did this, trying to get the front of her dress undone. Finally something gave and the two front halves of her print dress split open. Ashley was suddenly naked to the waist, for she hadn't bothered to wear a bra, and he mauled her tits with his hands, teasing her nipples.
"Fuck me between the tits," she pleaded, her eyes lighting up. "Cram my tits together and put your hard-on in between. I want you to. Please."
She let go his cock expectantly, but for the time being all he did was scrape his ball pouch all over her face. He dragged his balls across her mouth and up her cheeks and over her eyes. She flicked her tongue out and licked his nut sac as it passed her lips.
"Please. Please fuck me between the tits," she begged, her eyes closing as his balls scraped across her lids. "I want you to. Please do it."
He suddenly lurched back and settled himself across her rib cage, his cock soaring up over her chest. He gripped both her big tits in his palms and forced them together, lowering his prick at the same time so that it lodged perfectly in the trough formed by her tits. His cock lay like a thick brown snake between her lovely tits.
"Yes! Yes, oh please!" she crooned, eying the crown of his cock hungrily. She held her mouth open in a pretty red oval in case he should wish to shove forward and stick his cockhead into her face.
"This what you wanted? You want your tits fucked, bitch?" he leered. He began bucking back and forth on top of her, driving his thick cock along the tunnel between her tits. He mauled her tits roughly and forced the hard nipples in so that they scudded along the surface of his ugly hard-on.
"Yes! Oh yes!" she purred. She watched the great ugly blue-veined cock as it came at her again and again through her tits. Its piss-slit winked at her each time it thrust up under her chin.
He fucked her tits steadily this way for some time, letting his balls nestle on her rib cage. Then he leaned forward, grabbed a pillow, and stuffed it under her head to prop up her lovely face. Now each time he thrust forward his bloated cockhead slotted perfectly into the sweet wet oval of her painted mouth.
"Yeah, suck it, girl. Suck the head real good," he grunted, forcing his cock further forward. "Use your tongue. Attagirl. That's the way."
Ashley was pursing her lips prettily and circling her tongue around the intruding cockhead. She made soft little sucking sounds as she lapped at his cock and her eyelids drooped heavily with lust. Her hands stroked up and down his muscled thighs and reached round to squeeze and tickle his ass. She was moaning softly. By the time he lifted up off her she was half out of her head with lust. She swung up suddenly and his cock swayed heavily above her face, dripping. He slid down her body and opened her dress as he went. By the time he got down between her legs all that was left covering her were her panties and hose.
He hooked his fingers in her panties and she lifted her ass up off the bed. Her pants and hose slid easily down her legs and he tossed them to the other side of the room, impatient to sink his cock into Ashley's luscious body. She spread her legs wide and let him see her glorious, tufted cunt, already wet beneath her bristling blonde pussy hair.
"Yes! Oh please yes! Fuck me hard! Fuck me real deep!" she begged. "I need your cock! I need a cock so bad!"
His prick was so stiff now he had to tilt it down with his fingers to line it up with her gaping cunt. He slid the swollen cockhead between her cunt lips and shoved forward, burying three or four inches of cock. Then he moved forward some more and the rest of his giant hard-on jammed into her aching cunt.
"Oh God, yes! Fill me with cock! Cram my pussy with stiff cock!" she moaned, her head rolling from side to side on the pillow. She hooked up her knees and spread her lovely legs as wide as they would go.
He began to fuck her, digging his thick prick deep into her cunt slice. He moved slowly at first but then built up speed till he was pistoning steadily, his cock dripping grease. He leaned over her and mauled her tits some more. Her nipples stuck up so high they appeared about to burst.
"This what you want, slut?" he gloated, feeding her long lengths of cock. "This what you've been craving all day?"
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" she groaned, her eyes shut tight with lust.
This was the second cock she'd had inside her today, Ashley realized suddenly, yet she could still say in all truth that she craved more. God, what was the matter with her? Would she never get enough cock to satisfy her?
He gripped the backs of her knees and scissored her legs, forcing them back against her body so that her cunt rose higher to meet his thrusts. Her feet flopped helplessly in the air on either side of him and her belly rippled softly. She was completely caught up in the delicious thrusts of his thick hard-on in her tufted cunt.
But he seemed to want to keep her off balance. No sooner had he begun to fuck her in one position than he was flipping her on her side, cranking one of her legs higher in the air, squirming about on the bed so that he could angle his cock into her from another direction.
And this was what she'd come for, she thought dazedly. She wanted to be royally fucked every which way, and crazy Roger Conway seemed best equipped to do it to her. He was like a machine, and he was using her like a helpless object, which was just what she was in the mood for. She loved every minute of it.
"Take it, bitch! Take every last inch of my cock!" he wheezed. He was shimmying from left to right, carving her cunthole every which way and lunging his prick in deep. His cock was as hard as a steel bar inside her.
She even loved the dirty language he was using, the names he called her. She'd never been called such things before, and somehow it added to her excitement to have him rave on at her like that. It made the whole experience more dirty, and she loved it.
"Slut! Dirty slut! You ready to take it up the ass, whore? You ready for nine inches of stiff prick up that sweet little teacher ass of yours?" he wailed on.
And he was withdrawing from her slimy cunt, letting his cock swing up and out like a dripping boom. He flipped her over onto her belly, stuffed another pillow beneath her so that her lovely little ass curved up in an erotic hump. He forced her legs wide apart roughly and spread her pale asscheeks wide with his fingers.
"Are you going to do it? Are you going to fuck me up the ass?" Ashley crooned, twisting her head to look at him from over her shoulder. She could hardly bear the sweet tension of waiting for his cock to plug up her asshole.
He didn't answer her. He slotted the huge swollen head of his cock against the tight puckered ring of her asshole and pressed forward without waiting. Before she knew what was happening, his bloated cockhead was up her ass, and thick inches of cock were following steadily, one after the other. She felt as though she were being split in half, but she didn't care.
"Feel it, bitch? Feel it go all the way up your ass?" he leered. Five inches of hard cock had disappeared up her tight asshole and her pretty asscheeks were wrapped around the ugly pole of his thick prick.
"Mmmmm yes! Ohhhhh yes!" she cooed, her face forced deep into the pillow. "Shove it all the way! Fuck me up the ass!"
He forced the final inch of his cock up her ass and his crotch hair crackled against her sweet asscheeks. He started lunging crazily, plowing his cock into her ass with long, deep lunges. He swept his hands over the luscious hump of her haunches and into the deep erotic hollow of her back. There were tiny blonde hairs there, like down.
"Tell me when you're going to come. I want to suck up your spunk," she moaned. "I want to see your gorgeous cum and feel it on my face."
Roger pumped away at her, thankful he'd already fucked several times that day, otherwise he'd have blown his nuts long ago. Still, it wouldn't be long now. He could feel the heavy cream stirring and swirling in his balls and the feel of her sweet thighs and ass against him was too much to bear.
"I want to eat your cum, to have it squirt in my face," she went on, her voice cracking. "I really do ... " All at once he was pulling out of her, prying his hard-on from the vise of her asshole. His cock snapped upwards and bounced in the air like a released spring. It was red and hopelessly inflamed, with the blue veins in its side about to burst. The cockhead seemed to expand in the cooler air.
Ashley knew immediately what was happening-he was about to come! Quickly she swiveled around and reached for his looming red prick, closing her fingers around it just as it fired off a length of silver cum three feet long. The streamer shot up between her tits and ended up clinging to one side of her right tit, just to the side of the nipple. The cum dribbled from her tit and rib cage.
"Closer! Get closer! I want to drink your cum!" she moaned, tugging on his cock.
He climbed up over her, till he was straddling her rib cage. She fell back under him against her pillow and lifted her face to within inches of his spasming cock. She held her mouth wide open and stuck her tongue out, ready for the jetting cum.
She groaned as a giant rope of spunk sprang from his cocktip and jumped straight between her open lips, dancing over her tongue. Her mouth suddenly seemed full to capacity and she smacked her lips and the jism overflowed her mouth and drooled down her pretty chin.
"That what you want, cunt? A mouthful of cum? Or was it a face full?" he grunted. He wasn't even jerking himself off. He was letting Ashley do all the work. She seemed expert enough, and was pumping up heavy wads of spunk without effort.
"Sssppplllfff! Ggggnnnnmmmm!" she slobbered, her mouth pouring cum.
His cock was tilted upwards and to one side and when the next huge string of cum leapt free it traveled up the entire length of her face, like something from a gun. There was an audible splatter, and suddenly the whole right side of Ashley's pretty face was draped with a thick, drooling white snake of spunk. It crossed her cheek and cut across her eyelid in dead center and continued across her forehead and into her hair.
Roger howled with pleasure at the sight of the huge streamer of cum bathing her face as he waited for what he knew would happen next. She made no move to get out of the way, tilting the huge cock inches in front of her face and waiting for the hot jism to hit her. She held open her mouth and two thick strings of spunk danced across the oval, hanging off her teeth and top lip like elastic bands.
"Eat it, whore! Eat it!" he croaked softly.
A gigantic streamer of cum shot out of his cock and rose up the center of Ashley's face like a fountain. It hooked itself up in her blonde hair somewhere then fell down her face in a thick glistening line. It ran down between her eyes, along the ridge of her turned-up nose, and over her open mouth, making her full, pouty red lips shine. She licked up what she could and made loud swallowing sounds.
"In your face, bitch! In your face!" he gloated. His cock was tilting once more, veering over to the left side of her face.
She opened her eyes briefly to check out what was happening. But immediately she had to clench them shut again as a ribbon of white half an inch wide shot from his split cocktip and splattered her in the face from jaw-line to temple. The gleaming cum wriggled up her cheek and over the bridge of her nose, hanging thickly along one eyebrow before sinking off over her right ear.
"Oh God, oh God," she mumbled, her mouth spewing strings of silver spunk. She had to admit she was getting much more than she'd bargained for. The cum felt like a heavy wet blanket draped across her face.
But she never let his cock go, keeping it primed there in her fist just inches from her splattered face until it was no longer spurting jets of cum but drooling thick syrupy strands of white. These she let drop to her face like ropes of taffy, catching them in her mouth and swirling them about on her tongue. Then she let them ooze from her lips slowly.
"What a cock-sucker! What a horny little bitch of a cock-sucker," he muttered, watching her every move.
When the cock had stopped dripping at last she clutched it tight and pulled it even closer to her face. With lazy, luxuriant strokes, she began rubbing his cockhead into her face, smearing the thick layers of creamy jism this way and that on her pretty features. She moaned softly and smiled up at him sweetly. A thick jism tear rolled down her temple and into her hair.
CHAPTER SEVEN
On Saturday afternoon Tim Larkin phoned Ashley up and asked her to a party that evening. At first she refused. She was usually shy and ill-at-ease at parties and the liquor gave her a headache. But finally she accepted, thinking there might be some interesting people there. In particular, there might be some interesting men. She decided to make herself extra sexy and have a good time.
She spent all afternoon shopping, and brought her packages back to her apartment in a dither of excitement. She'd bought some really naughty things, underwear that she would have never dared wear just a few weeks ago. And she'd picked up a dress that had such a plunging neckline she doubted it would hold her tits in at all. She stripped down in front of her mirror and began trying on the garments.
First she circled her hips with an expensive black garter belt. It was extremely narrow, with pretty lace patterns woven into it and small red bows tied to it in several places. Slender elastic straps dangled down her thighs and she pulled on the sheer black stockings and attached them to the garters with trembling fingers. Then she slipped on her black high-heeled shoes and studied herself in the mirror.
God, how sexy she looked, posing there like one of those girls in the magazines. It was amazing, she thought, how the underwear made her feel-as well as look-sexy.. There was no way she could wear panties with such lovely things. She would go to the party without panties, there was no question.
Her fingers fluffed up the lovely tuft of her blonde pussy. It looked so pretty and welcoming, standing out naked between the tight black garters stretching along her thighs. She tugged her cunt lips apart a little and gazed at the oozing pink flesh that was pried out. Already, her pussy lips looked swollen and in need of a big cock to wrap themselves around.
Her big tits rolled and wobbled as she hooked her arms into a stringy bra and snapped it in front. She giggled at the effect. The bra was no more than decoration really. It was designed to emphasize her tits even more, making them stand up and out, forcing them together like heavy balls. It concealed nothing.
Strips of black lace ran under the tits and between them and around their sides, but there was no material in front at all. And so both huge jutting tits shoved out through the wide holes in distorted swells and the thick brown nipples stuck up to the ceiling like hunks of shiny plastic. They were thick and long.
"My, my," Ashley whispered to herself admiringly, smiling at her lewd reflection and thinking what a shame it was to have to wear a dress over this at all. The get-up was so erotic it was a pity to hide it!
She jumped on the bed quickly and began to toss and turn as she stared at herself in the mirror, trying to find the sexiest pose possible.
Her favorite was when she squatted on her hands and knees with her ass in the air and her thighs spread wide. She could look back over her shoulder and see the tufted gash of her cunt split open.
Her tits grazed the coverlet and she shifted her ass back and forth, letting her cheeks spread and developing a deep hollow in the small of her back. Her pale upper thighs contrasted with the jet black of her sheer stockings and the strips of her black garters cut into the lush pale flesh of her ass cheeks. She felt her cunt grow moist with lust.
"I need cock. I need cock," she muttered to herself. "I need a stiff cock up my wet cunt."
And on and on she went, rolling and squirming on her bed, muttering to herself about huge cocks and spurting jism. At one point she was about to dig out her dildo and bring herself off, but decided against it. She'd save herself for the party. Maybe she'd get lucky. Instead she fell into a light doze and dreamed of more cocks and more squirting cum.
She woke up in time for a snack and then spent the rest of her free time making herself up for the evening. The dress, just as she'd thought, showed off nearly all of her tits. If she leaned a little too much to the left or right, the circle of one pink puffy nipple was visible.
The final touches she applied in front of her mirror. Great blue gobs of eye shadow made her lids look bruised and her mouth shone with a shiny coat of bright red gloss. Her fluffy platinum curls bobbed prettily around her head. Finally she was satisfied, and she sat around killing time till Tim arrived by pouting and wetting her lips in front of the mirror. She smiled each time a thick nipple peeked around the material of her dress.
Tim stared at her in disbelief when he arrived to pick her up. For a minute he wondered if he'd come to the right apartment. This painted slut didn't look like Ashley Twaites at all. She looked like an expensive whore, or one of those models who appeared in porno movies. He wondered what the people at the party would think of her.
For a while at least, when they first arrived, Ashley was the center of attention, particularly among the men. Wives and girlfriends eyed her hostilely and ignored her afterwards, pretending to be unaware of all the looks she was getting from all the men. But as the evening wore on even the men seemed to avoid her, as if talking to her wouldn't be worth the trouble they'd get into once they were home.
There were exceptions, and after maybe half an hour, while Tim was off in the kitchen getting her another drink, she found herself in conversation with two men she'd never met before. One was the brother of the host, and the other was a teacher acquaintance of Tim's. They both were unable to keep their eyes off her. And even while they talked to her they kept staring into her cleavage with unconcealed lust.
"So have you been going with Tim long?" one of them asked. His name was Dick something and Tim had introduced him as a friend from college.
"We're not really going together," Ashley explained. "We're just friends. I don't like to tie myself down with steady boyfriends." She licked her lips and made her tits roll around some.
"You like to be free to have fun, huh, Ashley?" said the other one, whose name was Frank.
Ashley leaned in toward the two men and whispered slyly. "I love to fuck and suck too much to tie myself down with any one man. I like things a little kinky, you know?"
Both men shifted slightly and swallowed hard. They glanced at each other and looked about them to make sure no one else had heard. They each had a hand in their pants' pocket to adjust their slowly swelling cocks.
"Oh?" Frank murmured, a slight catch in his voice. "What kind of things do you mean?" Again his eyes were stuck in the deep creamy hollow of her cleavage.
"Well, for example, making it with two guys at the same time. I think that's kind of kinky. Don't you think that could be terribly exciting?"
Both men grunted but said nothing. Again they glanced around them nervously.
"Just think of the possibilities for a girl," she went on breathlessly. "She could be getting fucked while she sucked cock. Or she could suck two cocks at the same time. She could even take a cock up the ass and one up the cunt. There are all kinds of possibilities."
Ashley felt herself creaming as she talked, and she knew beyond a doubt that she was now going to take on both of these men at the same time. She didn't know how or where, but she knew she was going to fuck and suck them very soon. But just then she saw Tim headed toward them through the crowd with drinks in his hands.
Frank had seen him too. "There's a bedroom at the far end of the hall upstairs," he muttered quickly. "No one will disturb us there."
He turned quickly and mingled in with the crowd. Dick too began to edge himself toward the door. Ashley stepped up to meet Tim, claimed her drink, and smiled up at him warmly.
"Will you excuse me a minute, Tim?" she purred. "I must go visit the little girls' room." And before he could say a word she was gone, threading her way to the hall through the crowd of noisy people.
She actually did go to the bathroom first, to freshen up her make-up and adjust her dress. Then she scampered up the stairs and down the quiet hallway to the end bedroom. She slipped inside and clicked the door shut behind her. The two men were waiting for her there, tense and ill-at-ease.
"We didn't think you were coming," Dick whispered.
His eyes widened with surprise as Ashley forced herself into his arms and mashed her painted mouth on his. Her fingers fell to his crotch and she began massaging the bulk of his cock and balls through his pants.
"You don't think I'd miss this, do you?" she whispered, breaking off the kiss and turning to Frank, who was right behind her. She pressed her mouth to his and let her hand play about in his crotch as well.
The two men held her sandwiched between them there in the half-darkened bedroom, running their hands all over her, feeling her, using their mouths on her face and neck. When she had turned back to Dick and shoved her tongue into his mouth, Frank squished his body to hers and pressed the growing log of his cock into the sweet crack of her ass.
"Oh it feels so good," she gasped between kisses. "It feels so good with two men!" And suddenly she was dropping to her knees on the floor, rubbing her fingers up and down on the swollen crotches of the two men.
She unzipped them quickly and unbuckled their belts, and suddenly their pants were around their ankles and she was confronted with two bulging pairs of shorts. She tugged them down and both heavy cocks swung out into the open, one of them smacking her a sharp blow on the temple. Each cock still pointed to the floor, but both were thick and growing.
"Oh God, oh God," she panted, circling both cocks with her fingers. She shucked them both helpfully, her wide eyes going from one to the other. "I love cocks! I just love them!"
She tugged both cocks close together and began rubbing them into her face, smearing the greasy heads back and forth across her cheeks. She closed her eyes tight and smudged her blue eye shadow with the swelling cock-heads. Finally she butted the two of them together and began to lick and suck them hungrily. The two men glanced at each other and winked.
"They feel so good! Cocks feel so good on your face!"
She moaned, folding her lips down over the twin prick heads and using her tongue to support and tickle their undersides. Her fingers clutched at the cock bases and yanked them back and forth expertly.
Both men were angling around to face her head on, and as they moved their cocks nudged alongside and Ashley could take the two of them deeper into her mouth. It wasn't easy, and her lips stretched and distorted weirdly, but she managed to stuff two or three inches of each cock into her mouth at the same time. She gazed up at the men with lust-drooped eyes.
"Look at that," Frank murmured respectfully. "She's sucking two cocks at the same time. I've never seen that done before. Two cocks stuck in her face! Fuck!"
Dick said nothing. He was gazing down at Ashley with a strange, tense look, almost as if he was in pain. He swept her blonde hair up along the side of her head so that he'd have a clear view of her bulging cheeks. He felt her tongue diddling around and around his swollen cockhead and teasing the tiny piss-slit.
"Let's get on the bed. Shit, I can't take this standing up," Frank grunted.
Together he and Dick edged toward the bed with Ashley in tow. She was forced to spit out both cocks for the moment, but she never lost her vise-like grip on them. She moved forward on her knees, and when both men dropped backwards across the bed she quickly clambered up between them on all fours.
"I want to suck your cocks some more. I need to suck your cocks," she pouted. "Let me suck them. Let me . . . mmmmmmm!"
The men had settled back side by side on the bed and Ashley had tucked her knees under her and leaned over to stuff Frank's prick into her smudged mouth. She sucked and sucked, urging more than half the swelling cock between her lips. And all the while she tugged and plucked at Dick's hardening prick with her hand, never missing a beat.
"She sure can suck a cock. She's a natural cock-sucker," Frank mumbled.
He eased his ass up off the bed and the final few inches of his cock slid into Ashley's mouth. All eight inches of cock had disappeared and she was nipping at his crotch hair with her teeth.
Up and down her head bobbed as she took in the stiff prick again and again to the hilt. Her lipstick rubbed off and made the cock shine with red gloss. The prickhead was bulling deep into her throat each time and her lips were stretched in a tight seal around the swollen bulk of cock.
But then she was lifting up, backing off, swinging her face over to the stiff prong of Dick's cock. She drove her mouth down on it, absorbing half of it at one gulp and then pausing before sliding down the rest. As with Frank, she buried the cock in her mouth to the hilt.
"What a horny bitch! What a hot slut!" Frank gloated. His cock shone like a greased pole in Ashley's fist. She jacked it up and down roughly, making his balls jiggle.
"Let's fuck her," Dick said suddenly, his first words in many minutes. "I'm so hard I'm gonna burst. I wanna fuck her."
It was true that both men were fully hard now, their cocks soaring red poles in their crotches. Their balls looked heavy and swollen. But Ashley seemed quite content to go on sucking them indefinitely. As soon as she took her mouth off Dick's cock she shifted over to Frank's prick, only taking time out to suck and lick their balls quickly.
Only the harsh tone of Frank's voice seemed to snap her out of her daze. "We wanna fuck you," he said simply. "You'd better take all your clothes off."
Suddenly she lifted off Frank's cock without protest. Then she slipped off the foot of the bed and began to strip.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Both men lay back on the bed and watched Ashley closely. Each had his cock in his fist and was pumping it slowly, keeping it primed. Only one bedside lamp lit the whole room, and the cockheads gleamed weirdly in the half-light, like swollen red mushrooms.
"I've never done a strip for two men before," Ashley cooed, licking her lips and smiling lewdly at them. "I hope I don't make you both come before I get any action."
"Let us worry about that, baby," Frank leered. "Just show us those big tits and that pretty fuzz-box. We won't come till we're good and ready."
Again Ashley smiled, and she opened the front of her pretty dress and let them see what she was wearing underneath. She was pleased to hear them gasp as they caught sight of the tight black garter belt stretched across her belly and the dark elastic strips crisscrossing her chest. She let the dress fall from her shoulders and tossed it over a chair.
"Like what you see, boys?" she purred, teasing them. "My tits and pussy everything you expected?"
"She's wearing a garter belt! Shit, look at that, she's wearing a fucking garter belt and stockings and nothing else!" Dick wheezed.
"Well, she's wearing a bra, of sorts," corrected Frank, gazing fondly at Ashley's huge melon-tits.
"But fuck, look at her! Just like the sluts in the porno movies!" Dick croaked, his fist pumping steadily on his huge hard-on.
"Don't blow your rocks off yet," she warned him. "Let me get in the mood first." And she closed her eyes and turned her head and sifted her gorgeous platinum hair through her fingers.
As she stretched her big tits heaved and rolled on her chest, and the nipples tilted up to the ceiling. Once again, her nipples were hopelessly long and swollen. They cast long shadows against her tits in the weird light, appearing ready to burst.
"Don't take off the garter belt! Leave it on! And the stockings!" Frank urged as her hands swept slowly down over her body.
She had no intention of taking off her garter belt. She felt too sexy in it. And besides, she wore no panties so they could easily fuck her just as she was. She was simply feeling her own body, enjoying the touch of her gorgeous brown skin. First she hefted the tits, felt their weight in her palms, squeezed them. Then she stroked her flat brown belly.
"Sweet Christ, what's she trying to do to us?" Dick groaned. He was sweating heavily, and his cock looked about a foot long in his fist. The shadow of his pumping hand was distorted on the ceiling.
"She's getting in the mood. Let her do it," Frank urged. He was jerking off much more slowly, but his cock looked about a foot long.
"I'm going to suck your cocks some more," Ashley murmured sleepily, bending her knees and spreading her thighs. "Then I want you to fuck me every which way. In the mouth, up the cunt, up my ass, every which way."
Her fingers ran down the tight slender strips of her garter straps and dug into her pussy hair. She found the wet outer slabs of her cunt-lips and pulled apart, showing the men the soft pink tissue inside. The tufted mound of her crotch hair was wet and matted between the strips of her garters.
Her platinum hair glittered in the half-light and her eye shadow and wet lip gloss shone brightly. She stared at the two men hotly, closed her eyes, licked her lips. And all the time she dipped and swiveled on her bent legs, displaying her pink inner pussy like a stripper on a stage.
"Yeah, baby, come suck," Frank encouraged her. "Come suck Frank's cock while Dickie fucks you. We're gonna have a good time, the three of us."
Ashley continued playing with herself, seemingly in a daze. But suddenly she looked at Frank's cock and began clambering back onto the bed. Her tits swung heavily down from the ridiculous bra. Her thighs rippled inside the sheer black material of her stockings. She was breathing hard and fast.
"Do you think I'm a whore, making it with two guys?" she panted at one point.
"Of course not, no!" Frank answered, winking slyly at Dick. He let her take hold of his hopelessly huge prick.
"Well I am. I'm a slut. I can't help it. I love cocks. I love more than one cock at the same time! I'm a hopeless cock-addict!"
She was on her knees on the bed between Frank's legs and soon she dipped her head and swallowed half his thick cock at one gulp. Dick was on all fours also, his prick jutting out like a horse cock beneath his belly. He gripped Ashley by the rear loop of her garter belt and hauled her round at an angle so that the luscious hump of her ass was tilted up at him. Then he came up behind her and maneuvered his cock between her legs.
Gobbling hungrily on Frank's cock, she spread her thighs obligingly, showing Dick the split, hairy gash of her wet cunt and the puckered ring of her asshole. He hesitated only a second, caressing the taut pale globes of her fantastic ass. Then he slotted his cockhead against her cunt hole and rammed just about all of his thick hard-on into her oily cunt.
She gasped, forced forward so hard on Frank's cock that before she knew it she had nearly a foot of meat in her face. His cockhead bumped and scraped deep into her throat and her nose was crammed into the fuzz of his crotch hair.
Dick began to fuck her with rough, deep strokes, burying all his huge hard-on into her cunt on every lunge. She got herself in rhythm of his thrusts, sucking Frank's prick too. Her fist gripped it around its base and held it upright as her mouth slid up and down again and again.
"Shit, what a horny little bitch!" Dick grunted, glaring down at Frank. "Two guys at the same time. I don't believe it!"
"You heard her. She can't get enough. She's a cock-addict."
Frank winked at Dick and went back to watching Ashley bury his cock in her face. He was amazed at how she seemed able to swallow the whole thing. Very few women had been able to do that. Yet again and again she dipped her face right into his crotch hair and his prick disappeared completely.
Dick stroked his hands all over her, caressing her tiny waist and sweeping under her to palm her hanging tits. And all the time he lunged in and out of her, burying his cock to the hilt in her sweet cunt. He wanted to fuck her up the ass. The sight of her puckered little asshole was very tempting. But he couldn't leave her cunt just yet.
Ashley was in heaven. She'd never dreamed having two cocks inside her could be so exciting. She was free to concentrate on her cock-sucking while the deep thrusts of another prick kept her on the edge of coming. It was a delicious sensation. And so dirty. There was something terribly wild and kinky about it.
She thought she knew why this was so. When you were fucking one guy, you could always convince yourself that you liked the person, that you were fucking him for emotional reasons, even if you'd just met him. But when you fucked and sucked more than one guy at the same time, you couldn't fool yourself. You were fucking for the pure dirty fun of it.
Her head bobbed up and down wildly on Frank's cock, her lips flopping this way and that as she ate him. Her tongue swept all over the stony column of cock, exploring every vein, every ripple. And once in a while she paused with just the cockhead in her mouth and sucked it especially hard. The prickhead throbbed hotly on her tongue.
"Wanna change places for a while?" Dick asked suddenly.
Without another word both men pulled their cocks from Ashley's body and maneuvered her into a new position. She whimpered a little, slightly annoyed, but didn't say anything.
They flipped her onto her back and forced her across the bed at a different angle. Her head hung off the edge of the bed and Dick stood on the floor as he forced his thick hard-on between her lips. He cradled her neck in one hand and began fucking her upside-down face, feeding his cock so deep in her mouth that his crotch hair tickled her chin and his balls smacked against her nose.
Frank slid between her scissored, widespread legs with his huge cock in his hand. Her cunt was a gaping wet gash big enough to stick his fist into and he had no trouble digging his heavy prick into the greasy slice. Her swollen wet cuntslabs folded wetly around the bulk of his giant prick and he started ramming in and out of her, burying his entire cock.
Ashley's big tits heaved up deliciously through the elastic strips of her bra. Dick leaned over her and began to maul them. He was pumping wildly in and out of her mouth, his balls smacking her in the face time and again. He didn't seem concerned about how deep he went into her or whether she could take it. He was too far gone to care.
"You okay? You gonna come or what?" wondered Frank. He carved his own cock in and out of Ashley's pussy and gazed at the younger man keenly.
Dick didn't answer. He couldn't stop fucking her face. And he knew now he'd have to come in her mouth, blast his jism down her throat. His main concern was that he hadn't gotten to fuck Ashley up her pretty ass. But it was too late to worry about that now.
He made a deep gurgling sound in his throat and suddenly his cock belched out a wad of cum so huge Ashley damn near choked. His prick was half out of her mouth at the time, for he had just stroked outwards, and she felt the jet of spunk fire down her throat like something shot from a hose. She swallowed madly, trying to keep from gagging.
"Hey, man, you okay?" Frank repeated, watching the other man make fingermarks on Ashley's tits.
Dick grunted again and spurted off another giant slug of cock-cream. This time his cock was nearly all the way out of Ashley's mouth and only the swollen cockhead sat throbbing on her tongue. Suddenly her whole mouth was clogged with sticky cobwebs and her cheeks were swelling out lewdly as they filled up with liquid.
There was a wet exploding sound and thick strings of silver jism were spurting from the corners of Ashley's mouth. She swallowed as best she could but she couldn't absorb all the steaming cum squirted into her face. Gleaming trails of white spunk wriggled down her cheeks like tears heading in the wrong direction. "You are coming! Shit!" Frank wheezed, speeding up his own thrusts in and out of her greasy cunt.
Ashley was gurgling crazily. She tried her best to swallow all the cum but she found herself snorting, and before she knew what was happening great drafts of jism were sucked up into her nose. And as the two astonished men looked on, great white bubbles of spunk began to burst from her pretty nostrils. More and more cum drooled from the corners of her mouth.
Frank suddenly let himself go. The sight of her snorting cum was just too much. He buried his cock deep in her cunt and spurted off a sizzling knot of slime that she could feel in her belly. He lunged again and another huge blast of spunk shot free. Ashley's cunt was swimming in hot jism in a matter of seconds.
"Fffssslllkkk!" she moaned, thrilled that both men were shooting off inside her at the same time. They both had so much cum. It was a fantastic feeling.
Dick pulled his cock back over Ashley's tongue, meaning to plunge it right back into her throat. But he withdrew too far, and his cock slipped from her lips and bounced heavily down her face. It spurted again as it did so, and Ashley gasped loudly as the jet of spunk exploded below her eye.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he grunted, grasping for his cock with his fist. He caught hold of it, but not before it had squirted a gigantic loop of jism high in the air above Ashley's nude body.
The spunk arced up over her then fell splattering across her tit and belly in a thick white smear. He tried to find her mouth but he didn't seem to have proper control of his cock and another jet of cum spat out and smacked her full in the face.
Frank gasped as he fired off another thick jet of spunk deep into Ashley's cunt. Then he too pulled his cock from her cunt, propping it up in her pubic hair while it spat out the rest of its load.
One jet from Frank's cock bounced up over her belly, soiling the strap of her garter belt. It rode over her rib cage and settled against the lower globe of her right tit. The cum glittered on her skin like silver paint. Then another arched up, falling diagonally across her navel and spinning down her flank. The cum splattered loudly as it fell across her skin.
Dick had given up trying to find Ashley's mouth with his cock. He simply rubbed his prick into her face, letting it ooze the rest of its jism directly onto her girlish features. A large elastic loop of spunk dangled six inches from his cocktip and he let it catch on her eyelash and snap, decorating her right eye and cheek with a thick twine of silver.
Ashley kept her eyes closed and her mouth open and searched in vain for the escaped cock with her tongue. The cum felt thick and heavy on her face and it gave her a strange thrill. She knew it was the oddest, kinkiest thing she could do for a man, to take his spunk on her face, and she was glad she was doing it. It made her feel so dirty.
Frank spurted another jet of cum across her belly, this one riding up right between her tits. Then he began to smear his cockhead back and forth across her stomach. He rubbed his cum into her skin and made it shine. Her navel overflowed with a pool of silver jism.
Both men kept smearing her with spunk, even after they'd quit shooting. They rubbed their cocks all over her, coating her with a slimy layer of thick cum. And she let them, enjoying the feel of hot cock and sticky goo. She ran her fingers over her belly and tits, helping to mess herself up with the steaming jizz.
CHAPTER NINE
All day Sunday Ashley slept. Her head and body felt completely hung over, although she had drunk very little at the party. She supposed that all the weird sex had taken its toll on her. She spent the entire day dozing and dreaming of cocks. Her dazed mind simply couldn't think of anything else.
One dream in particular she couldn't get rid of. In it she was down on her knees in some stark room, completely naked, but for her black stockings and garter belt. In front of her, and as far to the right and left as she could see, were large naked men, their great hefty cocks dangling down between their thighs like snakes. And she was sucking them all off, one by one, working her way down the line and draining each prick.
Ashley wondered if she should make an appointment with her doctor. She seemed to be losing control of her thoughts. Sex was all she could think of. But was there really any harm in it, as long as she was enjoying herself? For she couldn't deny that she was having a hell of a good time. Maybe it was best to get all this craziness out of her system.
Monday she felt much better. She still thought of little else but sex-especially the wild session with the two men at the party- but she wasn't as concerned about what she had done. It had been fun, that's all, something she'd wanted to do for a while. There was no need to feel guilty or self-conscious about it.
She breezed through her afternoon gym classes, and toward the end of the day something very interesting occurred. Right in the middle of one of her dance-exercise routines with the girls, she noticed she was again being watched through the glass door by Roger Conway and his two friends. It was just like the previous such occasion, which had been only last week but which seemed to be months back.
There was one major difference. Instead of feeling flustered and self-conscious, Ashley felt completely relaxed and proud. She danced up and down with complete physical pleasure, letting her tits bounce and splitting her legs wide, smiling that the rough boys should find her so appealing. She was very, very happy.
She was humming loudly to herself as she made her way back to her cramped little office. She showered, made herself up, and dressed again. She'd worn her sexy underwear to work, and she slipped back into her garter belt and stockings with a lewd little thrill. She waited for half an hour, until the last of the girls had gone, then she calmly strolled over to the boys' locker room.
Mr. Thomas, the football coach, didn't seem to be around, but some kind of practice was just over and the locker room and showers were full of noisy, joking young men. They were all either half-dressed or completely naked and steam from the showers drifted through the crowded area like mist.
Silence fell as Ashley entered, and all the young men watched her closely, not sure what she was up to. A few of them made moves to cover their cocks and balls with clothes or towels, but most of them didn't. She moved among them slowly, examining each nude body as she passed. Finally she came up to Roger Conway, who stood there completely naked, his thick cock hanging halfway to his knees.
"Well, well, what's all this about, Miss Twaites?" he sneered, his hands on his hips. He smiled at her oddly.
Ashley didn't answer. Instead, she dropped to her knees on the cold concrete, floor and took his fat cock in her long slender fingers. She hefted it up till it pointed at her, then slipped her mouth down over its head and further, till her lips were sealed around the thick hunk of prick. "Wow!"
"Holy shit!"
"Fuck!"
The young men murmured and gradually formed a circle around Conway and the sucking teacher. There were calls to the showers and while the hot water still splashed down several naked wet boys stepped into the locker room with towels around them. There must have been near twenty young men in the room now, all watching the weird scene in silence.
Conway's cock had begun to inflate in Ashley's mouth, and she was able to pump it in her fist while she bobbed her head up and down on him. In a matter of seconds, it seemed, his prick stuck out from his crotch like the branch of a tree. Apart from the rattle of shower water in the next room, the only sounds were of sucking.
Without taking her mouth off Conway, Ashley reached up and searched for more cocks. Two boys stepped obligingly closer and let her wrap her long fingers around their slowly thickening pricks. She began to pump them steadily, urging them to stiffness. In seconds both cocks were soaring up high in her fists.
Several other cocks were growing, even without her touching them. A couple of boys started jerking off, their eyes glued to the lewd scene in front of them. Most simply watched, and cock after cock began slowly to rise. From small shriveled little creatures of two and three inches, the pricks tilted upwards and grew to thick shafts of six, seven and eight inches. A few were even nine and ten inches long and very thick.
With a deep, contented sigh, Ashley lifted her mouth off Conway's cock. He glared down at her tensely, aware that she intended to move on to somebody else. She smiled up at him dreamily, knowing what he was thinking. He had no more power over her here in this room. He couldn't force her to suck his cock and his cock alone. She was free to suck whoever she wanted to.
She moved over to one of the cocks she had been pumping, slipping it into her mouth without so much as a glance at its owner. Down into her throat she forced it, tickling the cock's underside with her tongue. Her hands flailed about and clutched at two new cocks, which she started shucking expertly.
The young men were forming themselves into a rough sort of line, each patiently waiting his turn for a quick blow-job. All clothes and towels had been cast aside now and everyone was totally naked, each cock stuck out like a staff from a thick growth of pubic hair. There were odd murmurs or grunts as the men grew more excited.
"Talk to me. Call me dirty names," Ashley moaned suddenly, slipping her mouth off one cock and preparing to suck in another. "I love to be called filthy names. Please do it."
The young men seemed to hesitate, glancing at one another. But Roger Conway, who had been edged to one side against some lockers, started things off. He yanked his cock in frustration and almost spat out the words, like some sex-crazed male cheerleader.
"Cock-sucker. Dirty, cum-eating cock-sucker," he began, craning his neck to see all that was going on.
"Slut. Cock-sucking slut," someone muttered. He was the lucky one with his cock deep in Ashley's mouth at that moment.
"Whore. Bitch. Cock-sucking cunt," someone else put in helpfully. His cock was clutched in Ashley's wanking hand.
A strange low murmur of dirty words began to fill the room. They grew louder as the cocks became bigger. Before long most of the young men in the room were calling Ashley slut and cunt and cock-sucker. She smiled up at them in gratitude as she moved from cock to cock. Her sucking became faster, harsher. She was deter- mined to suck everyone in the room at least once.
She'd sucked eight or ten cocks before someone suggested that they strip her. There was a murmur of assent and rough hands quickly tugged at her dress, hauling it off her shoulders and pulling it down her body. She paused in her sucking long enough to let them tug the dress off her completely. Then she went back to work while the men gasped and gulped at her underwear.
"Garter belt and stockings! Shit, what a horny cunt," one young man said.
"We should be filming this. It would make a great porno movie," added another.
"Get a load of those tits. What a slut," someone else put in. "And she's not wearing any panties! The little cunt really came prepared."
Hands were all over her, feeling her, mauling her. Her tits were squeezed and the nipples were thumbed roughly. Someone grew impatient and rubbed his cockhead against her cheek while she still had a cock in her mouth. They were all growing restless and impatient.
"This is gonna take too long. Let's fuck her," someone suggested.
"Yeah, let's stuff her with cock," another agreed.
Strong hands grabbed at Ashley and lifted her up off her knees. She felt three, four, five cocks being rubbed against her skin. And then she was being draped across a hard bench in the center of the room. Rough fingers were mauling her golden belly, her tits, her thighs in their sheer stockings. She lay her head back on the bench and waited for what she knew would happen next.
The men who still hadn't been sucked hung around in a thick circle about her head in order to wait their turn. She gripped a cock in each hand and immediately tugged one toward her mouth. She began to suck contentedly. Two men got close enough to rest their cocks on her forehead as they jerked off. Two more prodded and poked her tits with their cocks, smearing the stiff nipples with pre-cum juice.
The men who had been sucked lined up behind the lucky fellow who had moved between her outspread legs. He had a huge horse-cock in his fist and he nudged its head about on Ashley's cunt and slid forward, burying the thick monster in one motion. He began to fuck Ashley with strong, steady lunges.
"Eat that cock. Eat it, slut," a voice grunted.
"Look at the bitch suck!" croaked another.
Ashley moaned deeply, forcing her mouth all the way down on a swollen cock. Then just as quickly she spat it out and turned her head to yet another prick. She stuffed this one between her lips and forced it deep into the back of her throat. Her roving free hand settled on a new cock and began to jerk it up and down expertly.
The young man humping away between her legs was suddenly pulled back by strong hands and his thick cock snapped free of her cunt and bounced up in the air. It was gleaming wet and damn near steaming, an angry red color except for the swollen blue veins in its side.
"Hey, I didn't come," he complained as he was hustled to the back of the line-up.
Already his place had been taken by a husky blond fellow who had shoved his hard-on into Ashley with one quick movement. "Too fucking bad, Al. We all got to have a turn here. If you can't blow your nuts in a couple of minutes banging this babe, you'll have to wait for another turn."
And that's the way it worked. Each young man stepped between Ashley's legs for a short fuck. His ass would pump crazily for a minute or so, and he would be forced to withdraw and move to the back of the line. Or he would step into the line around her face and wait his turn for a quick blow-job.
And this way Ashley worked her way slowly but steadily through the twenty or so horny, naked young men who stood around in the steamy locker room. Each and every one got to fuck her, and each one got his cock sucked, and maybe his balls licked if he was lucky. Some got an extra long hand-job, or a moment of relief rubbing his cock against her tits.
Finally the crazy scene got to be too much for several of the lusty young men, and the first of them started coming. One fellow had barely shoved his prick into Ashley's cunt before his balls exploded and he was pumping strong jets of steaming spunk up into her belly. He began moaning and grunting and there were cheers of encouragement. He was allowed extra time to spurt out every last drop of jism.
Shortly after that someone climaxed in her mouth, and strings of silver cum exploded from her cock-crammed lips. She gulped and gurgled and swallowed the heavy draft of slime. But a great deal slithered from her mouth and drooled in glittering white lines down her cheeks and chin.
"I wanna fuck her up the ass!" someone shouted.
"Me too!"
"Let's fill her with cock! A hard prick up every hole!" a third suggested.
This met with more approval and Ashley was lifted and mauled some more so that the men might come at her from a greater variety of angles. But not before someone else had shot off his greasy wad of cum up her cunt and another young man had blasted his steaming spunk deep into her throat.
Ashley was very, very busy.
CHAPTER TEN
Tim Larkin waited till the last minute to go see Ashley in her office. In fact, he almost didn't go at all. He was still pissed off with her about the party the other night. First she'd disappeared for over an hour without telling him where she was going. And when she finally did show up again, looking mussed and dopey, almost as if she'd been sleeping, she didn't offer him any explanation.
"Tim, take me home. I have a headache," was all she had said. She'd refused to answer any of his questions.
This afternoon he figured there would be a showdown. He'd find out once and for all what the score was with her or he'd never see her again. His whole relationship with her was becoming too frustrating. If only she wasn't so goddam lovely, he sulked as he headed down to the gym.
Her office was empty, and so was the gym. But he heard strange and suspicious noises coming from the locker room next door. He decided to investigate because it was late in the day, school was long over, and there shouldn't be anyone left in the showers or locker rooms. He slipped silently into the steam-filled room.
All the young men were naked, with red, blazing hard-ons. In the middle of the group was some stupid slut dressed in nothing but garter belt and black stockings. She was being gang-banged, that was obvious, and she appeared to be enjoying every minute of her humiliation.
Tim's first impulse was to start yelling, to order the boys to back off and get dressed immediately. What they were doing was obviously disgraceful. But he didn't. The longer he stared at the lewd scene, the more fascinated he became. When he crept closer to get a better view, no one seemed to notice him.
What was really amazing was the number of men the dumb whore was taking on at the same time. One fellow was on his back on the floor and the young woman was straddling him, humping up and down. Obviously she had his cock stuffed in her cunt.
A second young man was behind her, pumping his ass back and forth, and it took Tim a few moments to realize that he was actually fucking the girl up her ass! He bent down to look and sure enough, there were two cocks sliding in and out of the girl, one up her ass, one up her cunt.
Her arms were spread out to either side, and each one clutched a thickened cock. Her neck was strained upwards, and though he couldn't see clearly from where he stood, Tim was fairly sure she had yet another cock plunging back and forth in her mouth. He edged to one side in back of the panting group to make sure.
And suddenly his heart started to pound in his chest. For the moment he was weak in the knees. He placed a hand on the wall for support and tried to clear his head. For a split second he tried not to believe the young woman was who she appeared to be. But she was, and he knew it instantly.
From his new angle he had a clear view of her face. It was Ashley, the girl he'd been mooning over for weeks. Now here she was getting gang-banged by the whole football team. And she was enjoying every minute of it, that was obvious. Her eyes were closed with lust, and she was moaning deep in her throat.
Again, his first impulse was to cry out, to scatter the ignorant bastards who were fucking her in this way, using her. But again he was quiet. It obviously wasn't the fault of the horny young men. They weren't making Ashley do anything that she didn't want to do.
He saw again that look of rapture on her face as one cock was removed from her mouth and replaced by another. She smiled up at the new fellow she was about to start sucking. Then she forced her lips down over his cock shaft with obvious pleasure. She gripped new cocks in her hands and began wanking them furiously.
"Cock-sucker," someone muttered. "Sleazy bitch!"
"What a fucking slut. Eat it, cunt," someone else croaked.
The fellow who was fucking Ashley up the ass grunted wildly, shuddered, then pulled himself away from her lovely ass. His cock drooled cum in heavy ropes, and it was obvious he'd just shot off up her gaping asshole. Immediately someone else took his place and began drilling his hard-on in and out of Ashley's ass.
There was a wet explosion inside her mouth, and great strings of jism were suddenly sliding from her lips like soup. The owner of the cock pulled back and tugged his prick from her mouth. She held her lips open in a red oval while he proceeded to jerk himself off into her drooling mouth. The jets of silver shot perfectly into her open lips.
Another young man obviously couldn't wait any longer. The lewd sight of Ashley stuffed with cock was too much for him. As he jerked off great jets of spunk shot from his cock and draped themselves weirdly in her platinum blonde hair. A couple of shots hit her face and slithered off down her cheeks like hot wax.
Suddenly more men seemed to have the same idea. Either that or they were scared of getting hit by flying spunk. Cocks were withdrawn from Ashley's cunt and ass, even from her mouth and hands, and she was flipped on- to her back on the cold concrete floor. The men quickly formed a crowded circle around her nude body.
"Yes! Cum on me! Spurt your lovely hot jism all over me!" Ashley crooned. She cupped her tit with one hand and diddled her cunt with the other as she writhed and wriggled on the floor. She held her mouth wide open and flicked her tongue about wantonly.
Someone was kneeling between her widespread legs, and when he started to come he aimed the spunk directly at her gaping wet cunt. Jet after jet of hot silver spunk splatted onto the wriggly folds of cunt tissue and matted the damp bush of her pussy hair. In seconds her cunt was awash with gobs of slimy jism.
Someone else started squirting onto her tits, decorating the joggling globes with ropes of gleaming white goo. She laughed and giggled at this and began smearing the fluid into her tits with her long fingers. Her thick nipples shone under a coating of creamy cum.
"Cum in my face! Don't forget to cum in my face!" she begged, moaning. "Spurt your lovely spunk in my mouth and all over my face! Please! Please!"
Tim couldn't believe what he was hearing. Could this be Ashley, the prim little teacher, pleading like some horny slut porn star? What had happened to her? She was always so shy and aloof. And here she was pleading for cum in the face. It was like some crazy nightmare.
Two cocks started to spurt into her face at the same time. One giant knot of spunk bounced over her cheek and nose and splattered across her left eye, sealing her lashes together before continuing up over her forehead. Another splashed directly across her open mouth and chin, making her red lips shine under the pale liquid.
"Spurt on me! Yes! Spurt your lovely spunk all over me!" she cried. "I love cum! I love to be splattered with spunk! Oh please! Oh . . . sssppplllfff!"
Someone had hit her full in the mouth with a wad of cum. She gasped and gulped and the shining wet ball of jism fell between her lips and clung to her tongue thickly. Three white elastic strands of cum hung from her top lip and bounced about the gaping oval.
"Bitch . . . cunt . . . slut . . . cocksucking whore . . ." the weird chant of dirty names continued.
Three or four different young men were constantly spurting their cum at the same time now. No sooner had someone quit shooting than someone else started. And soon the air above Ashley's face and body was a thick blizzard of flying spunk. Jism spun and hung in the air and gobs of it collided before falling with loud splatters onto her belly and tits and face.
She ran her fingers up and down her body, smoothing the shimmering slime into her golden belly and pale tits. Thick strands of cum webbed her fingers and dripped from her hands. Soon her whole body shone under the gleaming paste.
Tim watched all this with a pounding heart. It was the dirtiest, kinkiest sight he'd ever witnessed. He'd never seen something quite this obscene. But the awful thing was, he'd never witnessed anything half as exciting either. With shame he realized he had a blazing hard-on.
Five men had surrounded Ashley's face. They pumped their cocks and fired jet after jet of steaming cum straight into her mouth and all over her once-pretty features. Her eyes were sealed shut under a thick blanket of silver spunk and her nose was blotched with heavy knots of white. Both cheeks were swimming in slimy pools of cum.
Strings of jism hung in her blonde hair like syrup. Several men wiped their cocks with the damp strands once they finished spurting. Her mouth was a wide open pond of silver spunk. And still the men squirted. They seemed to have gallons of cum among them. Ashley rolled about on her back and accepted it all, smearing it into her skin crazily.
The young men stepped back once their cocks were drained. They leaned about in front of lockers and rested. Several of them came back after a few minutes and began jerking off again. There were always enough men to keep the jism flying until every last spot on Ashley's body was covered with cum.
Even her black stockings and garter belt were soiled with thick globs of spunk. She was literally taking a cum bath. Her face was still surrounded as more men took over. They lobbed slug after slug of hot cum onto her totally splattered face. The jism drooled down her face like shower water.
And finally Tim stepped forward. No one paid him any attention. Everyone was too far gone. He moved forward, peeling off his shirt and pants as he went. By the time he got close to Ashley he was naked and his cock stuck up from his crotch like a bat handle.
"Slut, cunt, cock-sucking whore," he swore under his breath. He began to pump his cock roughly. "Tramp, bitch, spunk-eating pussy!"
Several young men still shot off great arching wads of cum. Slugs of it hit her in the face and drooled off her chin. She wriggled about slowly, as if half asleep under the gleaming blanket of slime. Her fingers smeared the jism about on her face and she seemed to be smiling, but it was impossible to tell.
Tim pumped his cock quickly, and at last thick white blobs of cum spat from his prick tip and fell splattering onto Ashley's drooling body. He sprayed her belly, her tits, her neck. And finally he heaved knot after knot of steaming spunk into her mouth and onto her face.
"Slut, cunt, cum-eating whore," he groaned, as the hot jism rained down. The cum splattered loudly.
