Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of someday having wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to repress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out into the open and act upon them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In TEACHER ON HER KNEES, Tricia decides not to repress her desires and fantasies -and finds that she must suffer the consequences, while discovering ultimate happiness.
This story deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts all of us, in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on an individual's solution. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Tricia woke up naked, in a strange bed. She lay there for several seconds, blinking at the ceiling, wondering where she was. Then she became aware of a large, hairy male body next to her. And everything came back to her slowly, like some weird dream, or almost everything. She'd had quite a bit to drink, she remembered, and she couldn't recall all the details.
There had been a get-acquainted party for all the new teachers. It had been at Mr. Fletcher's house, and since he was the vice-principal and had organized the whole thing, she couldn't refuse. Tricia hated parties because she was so shy, and would have gotten out of this one if she could. But it wasn't possible. She'd shown up all alone, feeling miserable.
After a couple of quick drinks, though, she hadn't minded all the small talk. She'd chatted with Mr. Fletcher and his homely and extremely boring wife, and later she'd gotten to know a few of the other new teachers. During the first week of school Tricia had barely had time to say hello to anyone, and this was the first opportunity she'd had to talk to Al Banks or Clay Rogers, the two teachers closest her own age.
Another young teacher, but one who had been at the school several years already, attracted her attention early on. He moved through the knots of people easily, joking with the men and teasing all the women. But he ignored her completely, as if young and pretty teachers were beneath his consideration. It wasn't until the party was almost over, and Tricia had drunk one cocktail too many, that he approached her.
She forgot the details of their conversation.
It wasn't very interesting or memorable. But she did remember the way his green eyes had stared at her, and the way he'd smiled at her strangely, as if he were secretly sneering at her. She remembered how good looking he was, and how broad and solid in the shoulders. She remembered him offering to drive her home.
Then things were a little hazy. He'd asked her up to his apartment, she recalled, and she had at first refused. But then she was feeling pretty good, and though she didn't particularly like this guy, she was curious about him, in spite of herself. She'd let herself be led up to his place, and from there things had progressed rapidly.
They were on the couch, she remembered, when she first felt his hand on her dress. He squeezed her tit, and pulled it from her bra, then began sucking her nipples as if his life depended on it. Then his hand was between her legs and inside her panties, and hose. He'd shoved his fingers up her pussy.
She'd resisted all this, of course, as nice young girls were supposed to do, at least with men they had only met the hour before. But all the time she was feeling wonderful, she remembered. All the long lonely final year in teachers' college faded away as she gave in to the warm hands and mouth of the eager young man. After several minutes, all she'd wanted to do was fuck, and she didn't care that she barely knew him.
And so fuck, they did, every which way, barely undressing the first time but just pulling clothes aside to free tit and cunt and cock. They'd done it on the couch, with Tricia on her back and he on top. They'd done it against the couch, with him fucking her from behind as she knelt on the carpet. They'd even done it on the floor, with him on his back and she on top.
And at last they'd managed to make it to his bedroom, where they'd stripped each other slowly before beginning to fuck all over again. She'd come again and again. She lost track of how many times he'd pushed her over the edge. And he'd come several times as well. Even now, the morning after, she could feel the dried jism caking her belly, her thighs, her pubic hair.
And she could feel something else. Her pussy was growing wet. All this thinking about last night was making her cunt cream all over again. She flushed deeply and glanced over at the sleeping form beside her. She felt shy and self-conscious all of a sudden. She wanted to wake him, to have him fuck her again and again. Then she blushed again as she realized that she couldn't even remember his name:
Tricia twisted onto her side and she stared at him, all kinds of thoughts racing through her head. He lay on his back, with the sheet just covering his belly. She noticed how hairy his chest was and how beautiful his muscles were. He had one of those broad, even-featured faces that she always admired in the ads in magazines. His dark mustache curled down over the corners of his mouth.
He was sleeping peacefully and she really hesitated to wake him. Instead, a lewd thought entered her head and she smiled to herself. She took the bed sheet between her fingers and very gently pulled it down off his belly and farther. His cock and balls had formed a huge uneven tent of the sheet, but now they slowly came into view.
First his cock, which even in its soft state lay a good five inches across his pubic hair and lower belly. It was tilted to one side, like a hunk of pink pipe. His foreskin was drawn all the way up over his cockhead into a frayed little pucker. Inside this, she could see the darker shape of his prickhead, and the sharp piss-slit at its tip.
Glancing at his face to make sure he was still asleep, Tricia wriggled down the bed and curled herself into a ball just to the side of his muscled thigh. She dipped her head forward and began to study his thick cock, taking in its every vein and bump. It was so rare that a woman got to see a cock relaxed and soft like this, she realized. Usually, pricks were hard and red and angry, and they were shoved inside the girl so fast that she never got to appreciate them in any other way.
She stared at the beautiful, curved shape of his cock, at the thickness of the base where it disappeared into his crotch hair, at the tiny goose-bumps that dotted his prickshaft. She noticed a jagged seam that ran all the way down its underside, from the crown to the balls. Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge balls.
They were nestled in the crook of his thighs inside their hairy pouch, and as she looked she swore she could see them moving, shifting slightly like eggs in a sac as he breathed in and out. She studied the tiny veins in his lax ball-sac and then sure enough, his huge balls parted and rolled, and the weird wrinkled skin shifted on top of them.
Tricia took a deep breath. The slimy wetness had increased between her legs. Her nipples, incredibly long to start with, had started telescoping out. They were over half an inch long now, and they scraped against the sheet like bullets. She suddenly remembered how last night he had sucked her hard horny tit stubs until they were nearly a full inch long.
She eased her hands over his thighs and lay against him softly, her chin supported on her wrists. Her lovely face was inches from the nestled mound of his cock and balls. She sighed deeply and stared at his cock some more, noticing for the first time a thick and pulsing blue vein that ran up the entire length of one side. She saw how the skin widened at his cock tip, where it covered his enormous cockhead.
Her mouth had begun to water. She realized, suddenly, how much she wanted to suck him off. She'd wanted to last night, but there hadn't been time. They'd both been to excited to do anything but fuck. She'd needed a huge cock fucking in and out of her cunt and he'd wanted nothing more than to oblige her.
But now this was so different. She wanted to be fucked, sure, but they'd have plenty of time for that later. Right now she wanted to do something completely unselfish, in return for the fantastic fucking he'd given her last night. He'd been like a machine, fucking his cock in and out of her without let-up. He'd made her come again and again. Now she wanted to do something for him.
Besides, the contrast in his cock now and last night fascinated her. Last night his prick had been almost a full foot of angry red meat, cramming her full. Now it was five inches of soft and friendly prick. And here was a big chance to prove what she would do as a woman. If she could make his prick hard, raise his cock back up to its foot-long dimensions, milk the hot jism from his balls, then she would feel satisfied. She'd have paid him back and done a fine morning's work in the bargain.
She inched her pretty young face closer, her big blue eyes almost crossing as she stared first at his sleeping cock, then at his gently throbbing balls. Her head was right between his thighs now, her fingers planted gently in his crotch hair. She licked her lips once, twice, and made them shine wetly. Her face tilted down, and her tongue stuck prettily from the oval of her mouth.
She touched one of his balls with her tongue, watched the globe shift and roll in its sac. His ball skin felt so dry, so warm. His other ball moved slightly in response, nudging its partner to one side. Tricia licked his ball-sac slowly, first on one side and then on the other. The shift and roll of his big balls amazed her.
And she began to chase them from side to side with her tongue, poking them and teasing them, making them bob and twitch and shift. Her full lips pursed and kissed his ball-sac softly. She nipped the tiny ball hairs and watched his dry skin stretch and tug as she did so. She supported one ball with her tongue and weighed it, then the other. As if she were testing the weights of hunks of candy.
One ball settled against his thigh and suddenly her lips were widening, folding over it, scooping his ball into her mouth. His cum-bulb sat on her tongue, throbbing, and she sucked on it, pulling his ball skin taut. She bathed his ball with spit and tickled it with her tongue. His cum-bulb bobbed around in her mouth like a pinball.
And then she spit it out and went after his other ball, cornering this one, too, and sucking it into her warm wet mouth. The freed ball joggled to one side, glistening brightly with her saliva. Tiny beads of spit hung off his ball hairs. The sucking sounds grew louder as she played his captured ball about in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, her voice heavy with lust. She could feel the wetness increase between her legs. One of her horny nipples scraped against his muscled thigh.
And this time when she backed off his steaming ball she took a deep breath, paused, then plunged her mouth back down onto both his balls at the same time. His whole ball-sac was squished into the crook of his thighs, and her lips closed slowly over the huge squirming mound. Her cheeks swelled out obscenely. Her nostrils flared.
For some reason, she happened to glance up at his face just then, and she was surprised and a little embarrassed to find him awake and watching her closely. He had propped himself up on both elbows and was staring down his hairy belly at her. To give her more room to work on his balls, he obligingly spread his legs wide on the bed.
"Good morning. I see you started breakfast without me," he quipped. He rammed both pillows in back of him and webbed his fingers behind his head. There was a tight and sarcastic smile on his lips as he gazed down at her.
Tricia didn't know what to say. And since she had a mouthful of ball meat, she decided to say nothing at all. She flushed slightly, but that was all. She continued to suck both his balls as best she could. And she stared right back at him over the still-sleeping log of his cock. Her eyes were very big and very blue.
"I must say I approve of your way of waking a guy up," he teased. "It sure as hell beats an alarm clock." He settled back against the pillows as if he was preparing for a long pleasant morning. His balls were clamped tight in her sucking mouth.
He sure was a cool one, Tricia thought, bouncing his cum-bulbs back and forth in her mouth. He wakes up to find a lovely girl eating his balls and he makes little jokes. Most guys would be driven out of their minds. They would be amazed at her daring, her sexiness for doing something so erotic. He merely smiled at her sleepily, as if he was used to such things.
But then something happened. While she was staring up past his soft cock, a movement caught her attention. His prick had twitched. It had trembled. And now, as she watched his cock in close-up, it flexed again and rolled over, coming to rest on the other side of his belly. His prick shaft settled there quietly for a second, then lifted, ever so slightly, off his belly.
Tricia couldn't take her eyes off his cock. Her cheeks swelled out weirdly with the bulk of his sizzling balls while her eyes stayed riveted to his trembling log of prick. It was working. Her ball sucking was working. She hadn't even touched his cock and it was rising, lifting off his belly. She was making his prick harden just with her mouth on his balls.
Two great ugly blue veins began to pulse in the side of his cock. They stood out higher and higher on his prick's surface. And his cock rolled again, this time back in the direction it had come. His great heavy cockhead and three inches of prickshaft had cleared his belly now and hung suspended while the rest of his cock-shaft thickened and turned a deeper shade of red.
His whole cock was growing longer, expanding, pulsing up in a steady rhythm. Four, five inches cleared his belly and hung there. His prick was telescoping, shoving itself farther and farther out. The veins were pulsing more thickly, forming into wriggling blue ridges up his cock's side. She could stare into his face now along his cock shaft, like along the barrel of a gun.
But she had to see more. She wanted to watch every stage of this crazy change. She spat out his balls and squirmed higher between his legs, her face inches from the swelling prick.
Chapter Two
"You like what you see, girlie? You like to watch big hard-ons grow?" he sneered. He spread his legs wider as her face dipped over his crotch.
She ignored him, watching instead the slow steady progress of his cock. It was nearly eight inches long now and still growing. His prick shaft was almost as thick as her wrist where it disappeared into the curls of his crotch hair. The base curved up into the long stretch of his upper prick shaft. But what fascinated her right now was the cockhead.
As his prick lifted higher off his belly, as his already huge cockhead grew even bigger, the foreskin was forced back. It peeled down off his shiny purple cockhead a bit at a time. And slowly, steadily, his great ugly prickhead came into view. The foreskin slid all the way back off his cockhead and down beneath the circular ridge below. Here it began to stretch as his cock continued growing.
"Pretty nice, huh? And we're not finished yet," he boasted, watching her closely, wondering what she would do next. "I got the biggest cock of anyone who works at Belvedere High. You want cock, you just come to Charlie. He'll fix you up every time."
Charlie. So that was his name. She remembered it vaguely from last night. Charlie Peters or something. She leaned closer to his cock and licked her lips. She wanted to take his prick in her mouth, but she wanted to see how much it would grow without her first. His cock was twitching still, pumping itself higher and higher. His prick shaft angled up over his belly more than ten inches now.
"Ask any of the female teachers," he went on, talking pretty much to himself. "Or even some of the student sluts. They'll all tell you.
Old Charlie's got the biggest and best cock of anyone at that stinking place. And he knows how to use it."
His cock staggered upward another fraction or two. It jutted up and over his belly lewdly, the blue veins pulsing in its side, his prickhead shining purple in the morning light. His cock twitched slightly in the air and shifted gently from side to side. His cock shaft was so heavy and ungainly that it couldn't stay still for very long.
Tricia couldn't wait any longer. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue and touched his cock midway up its trunk. Immediately, his prick swung away from her and she was forced to go after it, her mouth wet and'open. She kissed his cock softly. His prick angled back alongside her face, bumped her nose, and ended up propped up her cheek with his cockhead lodged against her eye socket.
She smiled up at him gamely, her eyes crinkling prettily. Then she dipped her head lower and went after his cock at its base. She snuffled her mouth about in his crotch hair, kissing and licking his cock base. Then she planted her pink tongue on his cock's underside, and she licked up his prickshaft with slow, lazy motions. She still wasn't touching it with her hands.
"You like to lick cock, huh? Well there's enough to keep you busy, that's for sure," he rambled on. He lay back easily against the pillows, his cock bending and swaying under her expert tongue.
His prick was growing bigger, Tricia swore. She smiled to herself and scraped her tongue halfway up his cock shaft then farther, wrapping her lips at an angle over his bone-hard prick flesh. The veins were hard and writhing up his cock's side. She could feel every contour of them as she licked up and down.
She reached his cockhead, tapped it with her tongue to make his whole cock sway. Then she dipped back down into his crotch, licking his balls and cock base before starting the long climb back to the top. Her tongue made his cock shaft glisten. And she was right, it was still growing.
Settling down to her work, she now brought her hand up and circled his prick partly with her long slender fingers. She supported it on one side while she licked the other. His cock shaft was so hot and hard in her fingers. It was like a steel bar. Her tongue scraped up his prick shaft evenly, bumping over the ugly veins and ridges.
"Jesus, you really love it, don't you? You really love to lick cock." He watched her closely, enjoying the way her eyelids drooped with lust as she kissed his cock. Her frizzy blonde hair framed her face and made her look very, very young.
"Mmmmmmmmm," was all Tricia could say. Her tongue was nearing the top of his cock, circling this way and that on his steel-hard fuckpole. Her lips opened and closed lewdly, wrapping themselves over his stiff cock shaft just below the ridge of his prickhead.
Her mouth slid higher, and suddenly she was kissing his cockhead, folding her lips partway round it on the left, on the right, and underneath. She held his cock nearly upright in her fist now, and her big eyes stared into his as she teased the bloated purple dome of his cock. She was half-smiling at him, as if asking if he was enjoying himself.
And then her mouth formed a perfect oval. Her tongue tip stuck out and supported his cock just beneath his swollen prickhead. Her face angled, lowered, and the circle of her mouth slotted over his blazing cockhead. Her lips formed a ring around it. But she didn't suck it inside just yet. She stared up at his face and her eyes smiled at him.
His prick was so huge, she wondered if she'd be able to get so much as the head inside her mouth, let alone any of his swollen cock shaft.
But she was going to give it a damn good try. Her fingers tightened on the thick cock base. She took a deep breath. And then she cranked open her lips and moved down on his purple prickhead.
Her lips widened as they folded over his cockhead, but soon she'd gone below the circular ridge and she could move down easier. Her nostrils flared and her eyelids fluttered. An inch or two of cock shaft followed his prickhead into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed.
"Attagirl. Take it nice and slow. Most chicks try to go too fast on it. End up damn near choking themselves." He coaxed her along gently, amazed that she was doing so well. A third and a fourth inch of bloated cock slid into her face.
Tricia's face was straining. Her cheeks were stretching and her eyes were turning down slightly at the edges. And two more inches of prick bulled into her mouth. She angled her head so that the top of his cock could bump down into her throat. Her full lips formed a tight seal around the trunk of his cock.
The damn thing had to be nearly a foot long, she swore. She'd sucked six inches into her mouth and still had lots of room to fold her fist around its base. There was just no way she was going to be able to take it all. She paused, over halfway down his colossal cock. She was snorting heavily and sweat coated her pretty forehead.
He reached down, placed a hand on each of her cheeks and felt the stiff bulk of his cock inside. She thought for a moment he was going to force her farther down on his prick. His hands left her face and stroked her head before returning to her face again. But she only felt slight pressure. He couldn't cram more cock in her mouth as yet because there was nowhere for it to go.
"Shit, girl, you're a sight. You ever had that much cock in your mouth before? You ever sucked a cock this big?" he boasted.
Tricia was in no position to answer. But his words did snap her out of her daydream. Suck cock. That's what she was supposed to be doing. That meant moving your mouth up and down and using your tongue and doing your best to bring a guy off. She'd rested enough. It was time for her to get to work.
Her eyes closed for a moment and she began sliding her mouth up and down on his stiff prick. She backed up all the way to the top of his cock, until no more than his bloated purple prickhead was still between her lips. Then she plunged back down and let over half his cock shaft bull back into her throat. Her cheeks swelled and then hollowed in sequence.
"Oh, yeah. What a mouth. Oh, yeah," he grunted with pleasure. His hands swept up the sides of her face and bundled her blonde hair on top of her head. He wanted a clear view of her sucking face. He loved the way her cheeks sucked in and puffed out as her mouth slid up and down.
She set up a rhythm, bobbing her head in even jerks on his cock. Her mouth made his prick shaft shiny and wet. And whenever she could, she stared up into his face dazedly, her eyes droopy with lust, a slight smile crinkling their edges. Wet, squeaking sounds came up from his crotch. Her cocksucking was getting louder and louder.
"You know how to suck a cock, I'll say that for you," he grunted. He noticed one of the veins in the side of his prick seemed swollen almost to bursting point. It was hard and blue and wriggling.
Tricia was using both her hands now. She had one cupped around his balls, and she gently squeezed and massaged his jiggling ball-sac while she sucked. The other was curled tightly around the base of his cock, the fingers pumping gently, bumping the thick cock base, jerking him off. Her hand movements were in sequence with the bobs of her pretty head.
"Yeah. Suck it, bitch. Make me come," he growled. Her mouth and fist really were driving him crazy. His balls felt numb and heavy. He wondered how long he could hold back his jism.
"Mmmmmfffff," moaned Tricia. She could feel pussy juice seeping out of her and soiling the sheets. She'd never spent so much time sucking cock before, never enjoyed it this much. It was making her horny as hell.
Her head bucked and bobbed, her fist pumped steadily. And his cock turned a deep red color. She was moving faster now, racing up and down his hard-on. Her jaw ached. Her lips felt raw. Even her hand felt tired. But she kept on working, determined not to let up until he'd shot his creamy wad. This was going to be a blowjob he'd never forget.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it," he crooned, his voice tight with pleasure. "Fuck, I'm gonna come soon if you keep this up, baby. Even I can only take so much, slut."
Tricia knew that she should be upset at the dirty names he was calling her, but she wasn't. If anything, they turned her on even more. It gave her some kind of weird thrill, to be called bitch and slut while she was sucking a cock. It made her feel dirty, and that always made her excited as well.
She increased her tempo even more, and her hand went into overdrive, shucking up and down at twice the speed of her face. Her fist was a blur of motion on his raging hard-on. She was tugging on it as if she wanted to pull it out by the roots. Now, as well as the wet sound of her sucking, there was the quick flapping of her hand as it jacked up and down.
"Careful, girl. You're going to get a mouthful of cum," he warned. His voice was tense with lust.
Nice of him to warn me, Tricia thought. But it was unnecessary. She could tell from the trembling of his balls under her fingers, from the twitching in his cock shaft, that he was ready to spurt. It wouldn't be long now. Her heart filled with pride that she'd gotten his cock this hard, and was now going to make him shoot, with just her mouth and her hands.
But in spite of her preparation, when he started to come it seemed to catch her by surprise. His cock recoiled, like a gun, and he ejaculated a thick twine of jizz into her mouth and throat. She immediately stopped her hand-jerking, coughed, and raised her mouth up off his prick. She glared down at his cock, as if amazed at what it was doing. Her mouth, half open, sagged, and a huge stream of silver jism poured out, down over his erect cock and into his crotch hair. The cum rolling down his foot-long cock looked like wax drooling down a monster candle. It was thick and pale white, and it coated his big prick with an inch-wide stripe.
Her wide, amazed eyes, her sagging, cum-drooling mouth, gave her a shocked look, as if this wasn't what she'd been expecting at all. She gulped down a wad of cum and the rest slithered from her mouth like syrup. The cum hung off her chin in two elastic strings.
"Oh, fuck! What's the matter, you stupid cunt?" he howled. "In your mouth! Stuff it back in your dumb whore mouth!"
Tricia watched as the cum draining from her mouth slid down the sides of his cock. There was so much of it. His cock was being covered. And then a second thick stream of white began to flow fresh from his split piss-slit. She decided that she'd better close her mouth over it, to prevent any more from escaping. This was the precious cream she'd worked so hard to milk out.
But before she could capture it, his spasming cockhead winked, twitched, and shot a monstrous streamer of pale jism up the entire length of her face. She gasped and clenched her eyes shut as the ribbon of white rode up across her mouth and cheek, looped between her eyes across the bridge of her nose, and crossed her forehead into her hair.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!" she whimpered. She clutched his prick in her fist like a bat handle. Her fingers were already stuck together on it with gooey cum.
"Suck it, you stupid cunt! Stick it back in your mouth!" he yelled. He almost reached for his cock, himself, but he was too numb with pleasure.
Tricia made a second serious effort. She dove for his cock with her open mouth, tried to capture his cockhead a second time. But again it recoiled in her fist, and this time it sent a fountain of creamy white cum up the entire right side of her face. The cum caught in the corner of her mouth, crossed her cheek like a tear-trail, bounced over her eye in dead center before hooking itself in the hair at her temple, like a silver brooch.
Again she clenched shut her eyes. The cum hung off her lashes thickly, dripped onto her cheek, rolled down in a curving line that joined up with the mess of jizz coating her chin. Her face looked like someone had been painting white stripes on it. The cum gleamed weirdly on her skin, like silver oil.
"Suck my cock! Eat my cum!" he was groaning. He couldn't believe what she was letting happen to her pretty young face.
The last cum jet stalled her for a second, but this time she really did keep on going. Her drooling mouth closed over his still spurting cockhead, and her lips formed a tight seal to shut off the escape of any more cum. She felt his prickhead twitch, contract, and suddenly her mouth was again full to overflowing with thick oily jism.
She gulped, she swallowed, her throat bobbing rapidly as she sucked down wad after wad of streaming hot cum. But there seemed to be quarts of it. Her cheeks ballooned out, her nostrils flared, and suddenly she was coughing again, this time spurting jism out through her lips and drawing it up into her nose at the same time. Bubbles of white popped from her pretty nostrils and speckled his cock some more.
"Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck!" he roared, unable to believe his eyes. He'd had his cock sucked many times. He'd had chicks suck out his hot cum. But never had anyone snort his jism before. This was a first. He'd never even seen it done before.
"Ggglllfffsssmmm!" Tricia gurgled. She squinted at him with her one good eye. The other was clogged shut with a great heavy knot of silver cum.
Time and again his cockhead twitched, and time and again her mouth filled up with hot cream. She was gagging. She was choking. And-finally she had to back off, lift up off his spurting prick so that she wouldn't drown in the stuff. Again, a torrent of silvery cum poured from her mouth and splattered down the shaft of his cock. His prick was shining under a thick coating of jism.
She tilted her head and tried her best to keep as much jism as she could in her hopelessly cloged mouth. She felt the fluid slosh about in back of her teeth. Her tongue was floating in it. She felt the overflow drool from her lips and down her chin before it fell down the trunk of his cock.
But he still hadn't finished. His prickhead spasmed once, twice, and spurted out two quick jets of cum that fired directly between her gasping lips. Was there no end to his cum? she thought. It seemed to her as if she was caught in some slow-motion movie, and that every second was five times as long as it should be.
"Eat it, bitch! Eat my cum! Suck it! Lap it all up!" he wailed. Sweat was glistening on his forehead. Even his chest and hairy belly were damp.
Tricia watched his cockhead with her one good eye. Her fist was wrapped tight around his prick shaft as if it was her life-line. And at last she sighed with relief. His cockhead had stopped twitching, and now just a thick white goo was oozing from his piss-slit, rolling down his cock and over her fingers like wax. His balls seemed to settle deeper into the crook of his thighs.
"Oh, sweet Christ, what a blowjob. What a hot little whore mouth you got, baby," he moaned. Still propped up on his elbows, he gazed at her with awe in his voice. "But you should see your face! Holy shit! You took quite a cum-bath, baby!"
Tricia was barely listening. Her fist began to move up and down on his cock once again, milking up the sweet dregs of his cum. She watched the jizz ooze from his cock tip and slither down over her fingers. His great huge cock was softening in her fist. It was all over. She'd done what she set out to do.
Her mouth opened again and she slipped his cockhead inside. Her tongue swirled about, licking the top of the prick and siphoning out what jism was left. She swallowd heavily three of four times, and at last her mouth felt clear of cum. She sucked hard on his cock, squeezing his prickhead. Then she let it flop from her mouth like a limp fish.
He had fallen silent and was now watching her closely, studying the weird patterns his silver cum made on her pretty face. She propped his prick up against her lips, stared at him with her one clear eye, then began to smear his cock back and forth over her face, massaging his jism across her mouth and into her cheeks.
She went further, rubbing his cockhead against her nose and onto her forehead. She smudged cum about in the sockets of her eyes. She bent his prick around her ear and temple. Then she sucked his cock back into her mouth before letting it go and beginning all over again. Her face was covered in cum. It glistened with knots and strings of jism And still she kept on smudging the stuff back and forth.
"You like?" she murmured, her voice husky with the cum clogging her throat. "You like to see me smearing cum all over my face?"
He lay back against his pillow and groaned.
Chapter Three
The second week in school went much easier than the first. Since this was Tricia's first full year teaching she did get some pretty rough classes, but that was to be expected. She was learning to cope quite nicely, even with two or three tough boys who seemed determined to test her to see how much they could get away with. She found the job challenging.
What caused her most concern, funnily enough, wasn't any of her students or classes.
It was Charlie Peters, the guy she'd given the blowjob of his life. She worried that he'd talk, spread stories about her, give her a reputation before she was known in the community for anything else. What a way to make a name for herself, right off the bat. The best cocksucker in town.
She had left the Fletcher's party with him after only just meeting him, after all. Several people had noticed them leaving together, including Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher and her fellow rookies at the school. Al Banks and Clay Rogers. What if they began to talk. What if they found out that she had spent the night at his place? What was worse, what if Peters himself told them? She wouldn't put it past him.
She blushed deeply whenever she thought back on what she'd done with him. The blow-job especially embarrassed her. It wasn't letting herself be seduced that bothered her. It was the way she'd taken things into her own hands the next morning, using her mouth on him like a pro. Better than a pro, probably. She'd acted like a real slut. At least that's the way she thought of it as the week progressed.
One thing in particular had stuck in her mind. After she'd sucked him off, after she'd milked out all his jism and he'd rolled over for another hour's sleep, she'd gone into the bathroom to clean up. Only she hadn't cleaned up, not right away. She'd stared at herself in the mirror for the better part of fifteen minutes before stepping into the shower.
The cum on her face had fascinated her. The thick stripe of white up the center of her face and the one up the right side had shone weirdly in the light. The jism matting her eyelashes together had looked like a Christmas decoration. And then, of course, there was all the jism oozing from her mouth and smearing her cheeks and nose and chin.
It was hard to believe that she'd clutched his cock in her fist and smudged all his cum all over her face on purpose. But she'd done it. Even Charlie was amazed, and he had probably been to bed with every kind of girl he could conquer. It was just something that had felt good at the time. Something she'd wanted to do desperately. Why couldn't she just leave it at that and forget it?
Maybe it was because she'd been brought up to think that all such behavior was dirty. Her parents had been very strict. It was wrong to have sex of any kind before marriage, they'd taught her. Later, she'd picked up details. Sex was for getting children. Only one position was permissible, with the wife on her back and her husband on top. To touch a man down below his neck with your mouth was a sin.
Of course she had dumped most of these notions over the years. She had had some experience, especially in teachers' college. But the other day with Peters had been the first time she'd really let herself go with a man. It was the first time she'd taken matters into her own hands. It was certainly the first time she'd so completely enjoyed a hot blowjob.
Was she turning into some kind of slut or nympho, or was she simply beginning to enjoy her new life and her new freedom? She wasn't sure. She was still kind of confused. She enjoyed the sex a great deal, but she still had tremendous guilt over it. Maybe her parents were right. Maybe she should just settle down, get married. That might solve the problem.
Which brought her for the moment back to Charlie Peters. Did she really want to marry someone like him? Did she even want him as a boyfriend? He really was such a creep. It was too bad he was good in bed. The way he had fucked her every which way and made her come and come and come.
As the weekend approached, she found herself wondering if he would phone her. She'd not sought him out all week, thinking that he should come to her. Besides, she still felt a weird shyness whenever she thought of him, in spite of what they'd done together. She wondered how she'd react when she first saw him and whether or not she would act naturally.
On Friday morning, Al Banks asked her out. He was a pleasant fellow who had also just started teaching, and they probably had a lot in common. But to her surprise she put him off, saying she thought that she had a date already. She would let him know later in the day, if that was okay. He smiled pleasantly and said that was fine by him.
She didn't have a date, of course, and was perfectly free to go out with whomever she pleased. But in the back of her mind she was still expecting Charlie Peters to call on her. After last weekend, she felt a strange kind of loyalty toward him, even though deep down she didn't care for him that much. When he still hadn't dropped by to see her by three o'clock, she headed down the hall to his classroom.
She had no idea what she wanted to say to him, but as it turned out she didn't get the chance to talk to him at all. Just as she approached his classroom door she heard voices, and stepping back so that she wouldn't be seen, she watched Peters and the girls'
Physical Education teacher, Miss Tate, stroll off down the hall. They were speaking softly and laughing and Tricia got the impression that they definitely didn't want to be disturbed.
She went off in a huff, feeling foolish for even thinking of Peters at all. He was a womanizer. She'd picked up that much from snaps of overheard conversation throughout the week. Why should she even bother with him? Then she remembered turning Al Banks down, and she rushed off to his classroom, completely ashamed of herself.
She'd managed to break her date, she said, was his offer still on? Of course, he told her, genuinely pleased. They made arrangements for that evening, and she rushed off through the empty halls feeling much better. She was pissed off with Peters, but she was determined to have a good time and forget about him. A night out with someone new would just do the trick.
And she did have a good time, Al picked her up in a car he'd rented for the evening and he took her to a quiet and romantic place for dinner. It turned out that they did have quite a lot in common, and they talked and laughed over their meal like old friends. They went on later to a loud nightclub and danced up a storm. As they walked out to his car in the late evening, Tricia was feeling very warm and content.
She didn't resist in the car when he kissed her hungrily. She didn't say anything when his hand found her tit and squeezed it tight. She moaned gently with pleasure and let her head roll from side to side. He unbuttoned her blouse and peeled back the two halves so that he could see her heavy tits in the half-light of the car.
"What beautiful tits. Tricia, honey, they're gorgeous," he praised. His palm came up under one of them and scooped her meaty tit flesh. His thumb found the stub of her nipple.
It was the first time she'd gone without a bra, and she was glad. It had felt so sexy, out on the dance floor, letting her big tits wobble and roll on her chest. She'd felt no trouble. He deserved it. He had been so nice. He had salvaged her day for her.
"I had no idea they were so big!" Al went on, moving his hand over to her other tit. "They're huge! And such beautiful nipples! Watch them grow! Look at them!"
Tricia smiled to herself, glad she was pleasing him. Without warning, he suddenly dipped his head and sucked one of her stiffening nipples into his mouth. He pressed it be- tween his lips, gnawing on it gently. His tongue ran around and around her nipple, raising it up high off its puffy circle of flesh. He began to suck hungrily, his mouth making wet noises on her tit.
"Baby, I think maybe we'd better get back to your place. You'll get too excited," she warned gently. She cradled his head in her hands while he sucked.
Suddenly she felt his hand crackling over the dry surface of her pantyhose, on her calf, over her knee, along her thigh. Her dress rode high up her leg as he felt her up. He touched her cunt through her panties and hose and she gave a little quiver and sighed. She slipped a little lower in her seat.
"Al, honey, I don't think this is the place ..." she murmured. They were parked on a quiet side street, but there was silver light beaming down on them from a corner streetlight.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, and he was licking down across her deep cleavage now, kissing her springy tit flesh and searching out her other nipple. The first one stood up nearly an inch from her tit, like a fat thumb tip. It glistened with his saliva.
"Al, baby ..." she moaned.
His hand was inside her panties. He had burrowed under the tight elastic of her panties and hose, and she could feel his fingers rifling through her pubic hair. She closed her eyes and clutched him hard as his fingers found the moist slit of her cunt. He had a finger on each of her cuntlips and was prying them apart. Then with a third finger, he was delving inside.
"Oh, Al, honey," she groaned. She automatically spread her legs and gave his hand more room. His finger was deep inside her cunt and he was wriggling it about.
Tricia suddenly felt as though she was a very young girl on her third or fourth date. She'd missed out on a lot of dating, living with her strict parents. She'd never made it with a guy in a car. But she had a feeling that she was going to now. They were both getting too excited to be able to stop and wait until they got home.
"Tricia, you're so beautiful," he panted, suddenly spitting out her other hopelessly swollen nipple. That nipple, too, jutted up three quarters of an inch into the air. "I want to fuck you so bad."
He jacked his finger back and forth in her pants, imitating a cock. Thick, oily juice was sliding down her cunt walls and soaking his fingers. The pale silver lamplight shone down on her tits as they hung there, framed by her open blouse, her nipples casting long shadows across her skin. Her pretty blonde head was resting on the back of the seat. Her eyes were droopy with lust.
"Al, baby, maybe we'd better ..." she began, trying one last time to suggest that they go back to his place. But she knew it was hopeless. He was already back sucking one of her tits. Tricia let her hand fall into his lap, and she began squeezing and caressing the bulge of his cock and balls. She might as well face it. Al was probably going to try to fuck her right here in the front seat of the car. And she was going to let him.
Her long slender fingers found his zipper and pulled down. She fumbled with his belt and tugged open his pants. Then she reached into his shorts and found the steadily growing pole of his cock. She hauled it out into the open and began shucking up and down gently. His prick was seven inches long and growing, and his cockhead gleamed in the pale lamplight.
"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah," he grunted, again spitting out her hopelessly stiff nipple. He peered down into his lap, as if to check that what he felt was really happening. Sure enough, she was pumping his cock in her fist, jacking him off. He felt his balls churn in his crotch.
He was pushing her down on her seat, trying to make her lie down. He was deeply grateful to the rental company that full-size cars were all they'd had left when he visited them. His first choice would have been something sporty and small. This car had a wide bench seat up front. Tricia was already half on ner back, one sexy leg hooked over his thigh.
"I wanna fuck you. I wanna.fuck you so bad," he croaked. He struggled partway to his knees on the car seat, helped her thrust down his pants and shorts and clear his cock and balls from the tangles. Once his crotch was clear of clothes and his pants were down around his calves, she caught hold of his cock again and resumed shucking it up and down eagerly.
"Your cock is beautiful. I love it," she moaned. Her free hand cupped his dangling balls and squeezed them teasingly.
He had pulled his hand from her cunt and crotch while he got undressed. Now he reached down to circle her calves with his strong fingers. He ran his hands up the golden brown pantyhose covering her legs, lifting her dress at the same time. It rode past her knees and halfway up her slender thighs. He shoved it up until it was circling her tiny waist.
Then his fingers were at the waistbaind of her panties and hose. He was tugging down, then her flat golden belly came into view, and the top of the V of her crotch hair. She raised her ass obligingly and he hauled her pants down her thighs and past her knees. He paused for a moment to study the lovely tufted bush of her cunt.
"You're so lovely, so fucking lovely," he whispered. He stroked up and down her now naked thighs. Beneath her fleecy crotch hair, he could see the slightly split gash of her cunt. It was opening for him already, and a hint of moisture glistened inside.
She pumped his cock steadily, and it was a good nine inches long in the cradle of her fingers. Her knees hooked up onto the edge of the bench seat. She spread her legs as best she could. She stared up at him, her eyelids still droopy with longing. Her nipples stuck up off her wobbling tits like horny stubs of wood. She licked her lips and made her red mouth shine in the lamplight.
She would have liked to suck him. His cock looked thick and strong and beautiful and she would have loved to feel it fucking back and forth in her mouth. But she had the feeling that he wasn't going to last long, that it would only be a matter of minutes before he shot his load. And now that they'd come this far, she wanted his cock up her cunt. She was wet and hungry.
"Fuck me, Al. Shove your big cock inside me and fuck me raw," she whimpered. With her hand, she tilted his thick hard-on down, pointing the head at her hair-lined cunt. With her other hand, she now gripped her cuntlips, one undereach of her longer fingers. She pried her pussy open for him and showed him the gleaming pink flesh within.
There was a deep choking sound in his throat, and he lowered himself down between her scissored legs. He helped hold down his cock, which was so stiff it wanted to spring back up to attention, and together they slotted his huge prickhead between the gaping pink lips of her cunt. She nudged her hips upward, and caught his cockhead with her outer cuntlips. He let his weight fall onto her.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she groaned. His huge cock fucked into her slowly, steadily. She felt every last inch of it boring into her cunt hole. And at last she felt his furry balls settle in the crook of her thighs, and she knew that he was inside her all the way. She began to wriggle and squirm beneath him.
"Sweet Christ!" he wheezed. "Oh, that feels so good. Oh, what a cunt. Oh, what a cunt."
Easily, he began to hump his hips, fucking her with slow, sensual strokes that sent his cock deep into her slimy pussy. He supported himself with one arm snaked across the back of the car seat, keeping his upper body off hers so that he could squeeze her tits and watch them joggle and quake as he fucked into her.
"Oh, baby, oh, baby," she purred, stroking her hands up and down his back. She clutched at his ass once in a while, tugging on his asscheeks and pulling him deep inside her.
He was speeding up. With every second that passed, he seemed to lock into a higher gear. Her cunt had opened now into a wide slimy gash and his cock was slick with juice as he fucked it in and out. His balls jumped and danced and flopped about between her thighs. Her cunt juice seeped out and trickled down into the crack of her ass.
Her belly quivered and her tits wobbled like jello each time he fucked into her. He was panting raggedly and droplets of sweat flew off him and spattered her smooth skin. She felt wonderful, but she began to worry about how long he could last at this pace. A car certainly wasn't the most comfortable place to fuck, but still she didn't want it to be over too soon.
She murmured to him to slow down, to make it last, but he was beyond listening to her. He fucked her madly now, bucking his ass up and down and drilling his prick far into the depths of her cunt. There was no holding him back. His asscheeks flexed under her fingers and he began to gasp and wheeze.
"Oh, you sweet fucking cunt," he grunted suddenly. He squeezed her big tit in one hand, mauling the flesh widlly. He rammed his cock into her half a dozen more times, hard and fast.
And then, to her amazement, he was pulling out of her, withdrawing his dripping hard-on and gripping it in his fist. He started pumping his cock madly, jacking it in his fingers. He aimed it up the length of Tricia's still-heaving body. And all she could do was stare at him, gaze at his sweat-slicked face, and his squinting cockhead.
An enormous rope of cum curled out from his prick tip, spun in the air like a silver whip, then splattered down over her body loudly. She watched its progress dazedly, finally studying it carefully as it lay draped across her like a ribbon of paint. It curved in a thick line up from her cunt hair, across her navel, over the rumpled rope of her dress, and around the inner curve of her right tit.
She couldn't believe her eyes. What was he doing? Why had he pulled out of her? Her eyes rolled up in shock. He was jerking off on her, deliberately pumping cum out of his cock so that it would fall all over her. Leaving her with an empty cunt and squirming nerves. She watched his cockhead in amazement.
Another jet of cum shot free, this one arcing high before falling with a loud splash up the left side of her nude body. This jet cut across the first at an angle, stretched itself over her rib cage, and actually coated her nipple and its puffy circle of flesh before draining off up her tit and into the hollow of her neck. It shone in the silver lamplight like mercury.
"Al, honey ..." she began. Her hand came around from his ass. Maybe she could clutch his cock from him, stuff it back in her empty cunt.
A jet of jism two feet long fired off from his cock and looped itself over her suspended hand before splashing down between her tits. She watched as the jism formed a pool in her cleavage, then separated into streams. One curled around her tit to the left, one spun to the right, and a third drained into the hollow of her neck. The jizz looked like a broken necklace on her chest.
Her hand had stopped in mid-air, and now the silver cum webbed her fingers together, drooled between them, hung down in long elastic strings. The cum strings dangled and stretched all the way down to her tits, and she let the pale liquid snap off and decorate her tits in pretty white patterns. She even shifted her hand to the right, so that some cum would drop straight onto her stiff aching nipple.
"Oh, fuck, all over you! All over you!" he muttered, still jacking his cock.
Another jet of jism sprang out, this one rocketing up so far between her tits that it smacked her on the chin and dripped off in both directions along her jawline. The cum now giggled about between her tits and hung off them in glittering strings. Her stiff nipples shone like cherries glazed with jism.
She reached for his cock at last, and he let her have it, let her milk out the dripping dregs of his cum. She could see it was too late to hope for more fucking. His prick was already growing soft in her fist. She pumped it slowly, watching jism drool over her fingers and onto her belly. Then she let go of his cock and scooped her tits into her hands.
Slowly, she began spreading the cum about on her tits, then on her rib cage and belly, then on her tits again. Soon her whole body was glistening with a thick layer of cock juice. Her flat brown belly glowed with jism, her pretty navel overflowing with it. Her ribs looked like they'd been basted.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," he moaned. It was hard to tell if he was thoroughly ashamed of himself or just tired. His cock stuck out from his crotch like the branch of a tree. It was slick with grease and dripped heavy globs of jism to her cunt hair still.
Tricia was massaging her tits, rubbing the steaming cum into her skin like lotion. Her heavy tits shone in the weird silver lamplight, her fingers coated them evenly, spreading the jism around in gooey layers. Her nipples jutted up high, gleaming under their coating of cum. She was ignoring him, completely caught up in her weird little exercise.
Chapter Four
The rest of that weekend was rainy and depressing. Tricia stayed home and brooded, still in a state of shock at what Al Banks had done to her. He hadn't been sure that she was on the pill, he'd said later, and had thought it best to pull out of her rather than let something happen that they might both regret. He figured that it was the most gentlemanly thing to do, he said.
Actually it wasn't the fact that he'd shot his cum all over her that upset her. In a way, she'd found that just as fascinating as letting Peters spurt in her face. What bothered her more was that he'd left her when she needed him most, when she'd needed a hot cock in her cunt more than anything in the world. She hadn't been able to come, and that really upset her.
But by Monday morning, she had other things to worry about. For the first time, one of her classes got out of hand. A surly group of boys who sat at the back of the room caused a commotion for most of the hour, and finally she ordered the ringleader, a bruiser named Ron Price, to see her after school. She had a fair idea that talking to him would be hopeless, but at least she had to try. She figured that she owed it to the other kids.
In the meantime, she found herself avoiding both Charlie Peters and Al Banks, feeling too unsettled to talk to either of them. Al had called her several times on the weekend, but she'd said she was busy. Midway through the morning, he tried to stop her in the hall for a chat, but she told him that she was too tied up to talk. She was still pretty pissed off with him.
At the end of the day, she waited nearly half an hour for young Ron Price, and she was about to give up and go home when he showed up in a black leather jacket and torn T-shirt.
The school was deserted except for the old janitor, and she began to wonder whether asking him to see her after school was such a good idea after all. He was big and sulky, with huge chest muscles.
She began by being as nice as she could with him, appealing to his better nature, if he had any. She stressed the fact that there were other students to consider, and if he wasn't interested in English Literature, maybe there were others who were. She didn't want to have to speak to the principal about him, but if he didn't change his attitude-
"What's the matter?" he interrupted her, staring down at her across her desk. "Didn't you get fucked good this weekend? Didn't your boyfriend poke you good?"
Tricia glared at him in amazement. For a moment, she couldn't speak. It was one thing to have some punk make rude and obscene remarks about you. That she could take. What was so disturbing was that he'd hit the problem right on with his wild and thoughtless insult. She found herself searching his face to find out if he really did know something about her awful weekend.
But all she saw was blank stupidity. He had even, fairly pleasant features, though he looked too old to be still in school. He had a solid, sexy body that he seemed to take pride in. But he had no smarts. He couldn't really know anything about her. She thought vaguely about the two girls who had apparently had to leave school the previous year because he'd knocked them up.
He was smiling down at her smugly, pleased that he had shocked her. She spoke on about responsibility for a while, pretending that his last remark had not occurred. She asked him if he had no interest in anything in school. Wasn't there anything he found stimulating or appealing?
"I like your tits. I find them appealing," he sneered. "And your ass. You've got the cutest little ass of any teacher I've ever seen. I find that stimulating."
She stood up quickly, came around the desk to face him. For a second, it looked as though she was going to raise her hand and strike him. The knuckles of her fist turned white as she clenched her fingers and pumped her hand in the air. Her face was flushed and very lovely. Her eyes were wild.
Very calmly, he snaked an arm around her waist and drew her to him. He planted his mouth on hers and shoved his tongue between her lips. She writhed and struggled for maybe three seconds, her fist pounding his shoulder.
Then she went limp and sagged against him. He felt her tongue curl around his own.
There was a deep sighing sound in her throat. It was like a groan. She pressed her body to his and clutched an arm around his back. Her big tits mashed against him, flattening themselves against his chest. Her free hand ran down his front and onto his crotch. Her fingers raced about over the bulge in his pants. The outline of his cock and balls was clear through his jeans.
"See, isn't that better than us fighting?" he breathed, pulling his mouth off hers. He was squeezing one of her big tits, mauling the flesh through her blouse.
Tricia didn't answer. She suddenly felt all the horny feelings of Friday night returning, almost as if they'd never been gone. It didn't matter to her that this guy was a punk, an asshole. He was an eager male body, and maybe he could give her what Al Banks couldn't. Maybe he could give her what she'd been craving every hour since Al had pulled out and sprayed her with jism.
"No wonder you get mad so easy," he went on, as though he was the teacher and she the naughty young student. "All you need is a good fuck. Then you'll settle down. A good fuck is all you need."
He was gripping her by the waist, sitting her on the edge of her desk. Then, while she stared ahead of her as if in a dream, he unbuttoned her blouse and folded back the halves to free her lovely young tits. Again, there was no bra to remove. He scooped a tit into each palm and hefted her tits slowly, testing their weight. He let them go, then began to lift her skirt.
Tricia dropped back onto her elbows and watched him calmly. She felt as though she wasn't taking part in this at all. It was as if she were watching am movie of herself being undressed. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and started pulling down her panties and hose, just the way Al had done on Friday night. He tugged the panties all the way down and left them dangling loosely around one foot.
"What a gorgeous cunt! Oh, yeah, oh, yeah," he crooned. He was reaching for her pussy lips, spreading them apart. Then he dipped his head into her crotch.
Tricia felt as though she'd gone to heaven. She lifted her legs, hooked her feet onto the edge of the desk and let her thighs fall apart. And she lay her head back on the desk top and rolled it about as his tongue found her cunt lips and began poking about. It felt as though she was starting exactly where she left off with
Al the other night. She could already feel twitches in her pussy.
He was eating her, sticking his tongue into her cunt and drawing down pink flaps of cunt flesh with his lips. Thick folds of pussy skin blossomed from her cunt, like a plant. He nipped these with his lips and pulled down more and more, until her cunt was a mess of wrinkled rubbery skin. Her cunt hole could be seen clearly, like a distorted mouth.
"Ohhh, no. Ohhh, no," she moaned, as if she were about to undergo an operation. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God."
With his fingers, he pried apart her cunt lips, and suddenly he found the erect button of her clit with his tongue. She went wild, lifting her ass up off the desk and writhing it around in wide circles. He scooped her tight asscheeks into his hands and stayed with her, gnawing on her stiff clit hungrily. Thick, oily juice was sloshing down her cunt and soaking his sucking face.
"Nnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnn!" she whimpered, and for a second he thought she was going to scream. She seemed to be coming again and again and again, and he hadn't gotten near her with his cock yet. She was like a wild thing on the desk.
He mashed his face onto her gaping cunt, using his lips and tongue to drive her crazy. With one hand he unsnapped his belt and unzipped himself, trying his best to struggle out of his pants. He forced his jeans and shorts down just far enough for the two-thirds erect pole of his cock to spring out. He clamped one fist around it and began pumping, wanting his prick to be fully hard by the time he shoved it into the horny teacher.
Her hips were still churning around and around. She didn't seem to have any control over them. Her tits rolled back on her chest and wobbled from side to side, her plump nipples sticking up high. Her arms were spread out on either side, her plump nipples sticking up high. Her arms were spread out on either side of her on the desk, for balance. Her flat brown belly rippled crazily.
"Fuck me! I need your cock! Fuck me till I can't stand up!" she groaned, her teeth clenched tight. "Show me your cock! Show me your cock! Oh please!"
He snorted and slobbered between her legs, his nose buried in her bushy cunt hair. And with his free hand, he pumped steadily on his growing cock. He wanted to fuck her desperately, but he hesitated to leave her cunt just yet. He didn't want her to start screaming or something. She was very unpredictable.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned, and her voice grew steadily louder, until it appeared she was going to scream anyway.
He quickly lifted his greasy face from her crotch, stood up straight, and leaned over. His cock was thick and fully stiff now in his hand. He slotted his prickhead between her slimy cunt lips and pushed forward, sliding most of his cock into her in one thrust. He stared down into her face, watching her reaction.
"Ohhh, yeah, ohhh, yeah, ohhh, yeah," she whimpered, and now her voice was calmer. She watched as he fucked his cock between her wide-spread thighs. Once she was satisfied that he had crammed all his prick into her, she let her head roll back on the desk and her eyes closed dreamily. Her legs hooked round his back and her ankles locked together.
"This what you've been waiting for, teach?" he sneered, starting a regular fucking motion with his hips that drilled all his cock into her cunt. "This why you've been so on edge lately?"
His ass began pumping in and out as he fed her long lengths of cock. His balls danced about beneath. There were loud squishing sounds each time he fucked into her. His prick was soon slick with pussy juice. She writhed about on the desk under him, biting her lip and clenching her eyes shut. She was moaning softly to herself.
"Well, listen," he snorted. "Any time you need cock, just shout. I'd be happy to oblige. And there are at least half a dozen others who feel the same way. You're more popular than you realize, baby. We talk about you in the locker room all the time."
Tricia wished he would be quiet. She wanted to concentrate on the sweet feeling of his cock fucking in and out of her greasy cunt. She felt wonderful. She'd started coming while he ate her and she hadn't really stopped since. She felt numb and light, as though she was floating.
"Fuck me deep. Cram your cock in me and fuck me so deep," she groaned softly. Each time he rammed into her, her tits jiggled sexily. He reached down to paw one and play with her nipple.
She wished this could go on forever. She didn't care that she was in her classroom, spread across her desk. She didn't care that she was being fucked by an obnoxious young punk. All that mattered was the cock in her cunt and the feelings it caused. Ever since the awful session in Al's car, this had been what she'd needed. She couldn't have stopped for the world.
Suddenly he paused, though, and she glanced up at him worriedly. But all he did was unravel one of her legs from around his back and hike it up into the air, splitting her crotch so that he had more room to work. He resumed fucking her almost at once. His thrusts were deep and steady. Her cunt sucked at his prick gratefully.
"See, if a person doesn't get fucked regularly," he went on matter-of-factly, "they get real irritable and unfit to live with. Everybody needs to rip off a piece of ass once in a while. It's common sense."
He was enjoying lecturing her. He thought it was funny. He was fucking his cute new teacher on her desk and explaining sex to her at the same time. She may have more schooling than him, he thought, but he could sure teach her a thing or two about sex. He rammed his cock in hard two or three times.
But then he was pausing again. He swung her upright leg over, corkscrewed his cock inside her, and rolled her over onto her belly on the desk. He held her other leg at the same time and eased it to the floor, so that suddenly she found herself standing on the floor while still draped across her desk. Her big tits were squished under her.
''What . . . ohhh . . . ohhh . . ." she mumbled. She would have complained, but his cock had stayed stuck up her cunt the whole time. And now he placed his hands on her hips and began fucking her vigorously from behind. She spread her legs and clung to the desk tightly. She was still in heaven.
His belly patted her ass regularly as he fucked her. His balls swung back and forth more wildly as he increased his pace and lunged his cock rapidly in and out of her. But he had stopped talking. He was panting loudly, and sweat was sprouting on his chest and forehead. His prick shone brightly when it was pulled back into the daylight.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh, please," she fretted. She gazed ahead of her in a daze, not really seeing anything. Her cunt lips were wrapped tightly around the fucking shaft of his cock.
And then his hands were on her asscheeks, pressing down on them, prying them apart. His hips were pumping madly, driving his prick in and out of her so fast that his greasy fuckpole was no more than a blur. He was growling at her. And his cock seemed to have expanded inside her cunt. It was swelling, expanding, growing more and more hard by the second. At least it seemed so to her. His cock fucked into her one more time, his cockhead spasmed inside her, and all at once his prick was exploding, belching out hot jets of jizz that seemed to scald her insides. The first sizzling jet blasted deep up her cunt. She swore that she could feel it. She imagined his cum coating her pussy walls and clogging the depths of her fuckhole.
And another one followed, almost immediately, shooting so far inside her that she thought she could feel it up in her chest somewhere. It was a thick, oily blast of cum and it made her weak in the knees. In fact, for a second she felt herself buckle, but she had the desk beneath her and had nowhere to fall. Her heavy tits rolled and squished beneath her, flattened onto a mess of corrected papers.
More cum jets followed, again and again and again. She thought he would never stop coming. She heard the fucking sounds grow wetter and more gooey as his jism seeped back down her cunt and began to ooze out her pussy lips. His prick dripped cum like syrup. Great heavy ropes of slime hung off it each time he pulled out into the open.
"So much cum! So much!" she muttered. She could feel the wetness now seeping down her thighs. It was warm and sticky on her legs.
He pumped out still more cum, lobbing it deep into her cunt with every lunge of his cock.
He seemed to have quarts and quarts to shoot. His asscheeks flexed again and again and he drove his prick to the hilt in her clogged and oozing cunt. And each time, a thick jet of jism sprang from his cock tip and splattered her insides. There was no end to his cum-supply.
Tricia thought of Al Banks vaguely, and how much more satisfying this fuck had been Why did the best fuckers all have to be assholes? Weren't there any nice guys out there who could satisfy a girl? Was she doomed to be fucked by insensitive creeps? She shook her head and felt yet another spurt of hot cum in her cunt.
But then it appeared to be all over. He jammed his cock into her for several more minutes, but he had stopped spurting. He was just letting the rest of his jism slip and slither from his cock slowly. His prick was growing soft inside her. His breathing became much more regular.
"Oh, yeah. That was some fuck, little lady," he wheezed. "Forget about trying to teach me English. Just let me at this hot cunt once in a while. We'll get along real good."
He poked her two or three more times then let his wilting cock slide from her fuckhole. An enormous flow of jism immediately slithered from her cunt and streamed down the insides of her thighs. One long greasy strand dangled down between her legs like part of a spider web. He propped his cock on her asscheek and wiped it back and forth, smearing cum onto her skin.
"Yes, indeed. That's the best fuck I've had in . . . oh . . . two weeks. We should do this more often. Next time maybe I'll get you to blow me. I bet you're good at that." He was stepping back from her, pulling up his pants, stuffing his cock and balls inside. "See? There's more to life than teaching. A lot more."
And with that, he gave her a friendly smack across her ass and strode from the room, leaving Tricia draped nude across her desk, warm cum slithering down her legs.
Chapter Five
The weird session with young Price had a soothing effect on Tricia's nerves. She expected to feel awful afterward, full of guilt over letting a student fuck her. She expected to fret over the risk she had taken, letting him fuck her in the classroom, on her desk. But she didn't feel any of these things. All she felt was relief, that she'd gotten fucked, that her tension was gone, at least for the time being. She was almost happy the next few days.
Her teaching went well, and even the obnoxious young Price began to pay attention in class. There was an occasional snicker from the back of the room, and she had a suspicion that Price was telling his male friends about her. But she didn't let it bother her. They could at some point make life difficult for her, but as yet they were on their best behavior.
She was even warm and civil to Al Banks, who had dropped by her classroom several times and asked her out twice. She had turned him down, but he was pleasant and friendly about it. She let him know that she wasn't in the mood to see him right now, but maybe some time in the future she would feel differently. He seemed disappointed, but didn't press her.
One invitation she did accept, though, and that was from Clay Rogers, the other rookie teacher. He lived in an expensive apartment complex that had a swimming pool and sauna, and she jumped at the chance to relax there one afternoon after school. She had nothing in common with Clay, and had a hard time making conversation with him, but she wanted to develop as many friendships as she could. She felt she needed it.
And so they sat by the deserted pool in the warm September sunshine, chatting aimlessly and sipping beers Clay had brought in a small cooler. After a while, they were joined by a young fellow who lived a few apartments down from Clay. His name was Jason something and he was very talkative. Tricia laughed at his jokes and found herself having fun.
She was wearing a bikini that she'd bought the previous summer but never had the guts to try out in public. It consisted of four tiny triangles of cloth and some strings and did very little to cover any part of her. She had worn it today because she figured there wouldn't be many people about. And besides, she was growing much more comfortable with her body.
The crotch was okay. She'd shaved off an upper sliver of pubic hair, and the tiny blue triangle covered her easily. But the triangle at her ass kept creeping up between her asscheeks, leaving them more than two-thirds exposed. Her gorgeous trim little ass flexed in the sun as if she'd been nude. Each time she moved to and from the pool she could feel the two men ogling her.
Her tits were another matter. They were so large and full that even a regular bikini couldn't have cradled them completely. This particular harness covered the lower part of her tits to some degree and just came high enough to conceal the upper part of the rings around her nipples. But the top couldn't control her tits in any way, and they, too, flexed and rolled as if she'd been naked.
And once she'd been in the water, all this didn't matter anyway. Then the flimsy material clung to her so tightly it was like a second skin. Her nipples dented the fabric like bullets and even the outline of her pussy slit was visible. She smiled as she watched the men try to control themselves and not be caught staring at her private parts.
She began to enjoy the attention. For the first time in her life, she was growing proud of her body, of its leaness and fullness. Most girls would kill for an ass and a set of tits like hers, she knew. And on top of it all she had a pretty, very young face and thick blonde hair. What did she have to be ashamed of?
She swam and splashed about in the water with the two nice men. And each time one of them stood by the pool before diving, she checked out what each had in his bathing suit. Why not? she thought. If men could do it, so could she. They had her tits and ass to stare at. She had their cocks and balls.
Both men seemed well-hung, she was happy to notice. Or was it just the effect she was having on them, prancing about in her almost non-existent bikini? Clay's cock tilted to the left and down toward his thigh. It looked about fve inches long. Jason's cock seemed much longer, looming upward so far that his fat prickhead appeared about to nudge its way past his waistband.
Tricia blushed. Her mouth was watering. What was happening to her lately? She couldn't seem to keep her mind off sex for more than a day or two. Her mouth watered and her pussy began to leak each time she saw a good-looking man in the street. Was she abnormal? Or was she just coming to life after all the empty teenaged years?
"How about a sauna?" Clay suggested, looping an arm around her shoulder as though She were his favorite sister.
They were standing in a shallower part of the pool, the water around their waists. It was the first time Clay had touched her, and she let herself move back against him, her ass brushing his hip. She moved farther, her back to him, and she felt the solid pole of his cock scrape along her asscheek. He shifted his hands to her shoulders and she felt his cock slot into the crack of her ass.
Jason hadn't missed any of this. He swam up quickly, determined not to miss out. He stood close to Tricia, in front of her, and stared down into her eyes. She placed a hand on his hip, then tugged him to her. The thick shaft of his cock squished against her belly. It was hardening steadily.
The two men sandwiched her there in the pool, crushing their bodies to her. Their two cocks rubbed against her skin. Clay had even begun gently humping her through her bikini, forcing his cock up and down in the crack of her ass. Her tits were crushed to Jason's chest, her nipples scratching him.
"You both feel so hard, so strong," she murmured, rubbing herself against the two men. She felt the excitement rise in her. The idea of making it with two men suddenly seemed irresistible. "I want you both. I want you both at the same time. I want to suck you both off."
The men glanced at each other and said nothing. They let her do as she wished, let her set the pace. Both their cocks were growing steadily in their trunks. Beneath the water, their hands felt and stroked her. They both stared about them briefly to make sure no one was watching them.
"I want to suck you both off," she repeated. "I want both your cocks in my mouth. Will you let me? Will you let me suck your cocks?"
The men still didn't answer. They began to back off, in preparation for hauling her off someplace out of sight. But she was turning slowly in the water, placing the flats of her hands on both their bellies. Then her fingers were snaking down, slipping under the waistbands of their bathing suits. She found both cocks, then began stroking up and down on them eagerly.
"How about that sauna?" Clay suggested, his voice sounding strained and foolish. He glanced about anxiously, worried that someone might show up to swim.
He wanted to move off, but Tricia's fingers were locked tightly around his prick and she didn't seem about to let go. He thought he saw Jason's hand slip down into her bikini bottom, and he followed suit, forcing his hand down the crack of her ass. Once inside the tiny triangle of material, his fingers sought out the tight ring of her asshole.
"I want you both to fuck me," she was muttering, her fingers still playing with their cocks. "I want you to fuck me every which way."
Fine, Clay thought, but do you want us to do it here? His fingertip found her asshole and shoved inside quickly. He rammed his finger deep, past the second knuckle. Through her ass wall he could feel Jason's finger probing about up her pussy. She was squirming on top of both their fingers, her bikini bottom stretched out of shape.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," she chanted. Her knees buckled and her thighs spread over their mauling hands.
"Let's do it," Jason grunted suddenly, and he seemed to take charge. He pulled his finger from her pussy, gripped her by the wrist, and forced her to let go of his cock, which was stuck up high now way over the waistband of his bathing suit. He began to haul her to the side of the pool.
Clay was forced to pull his finger from her ass. He followed in Tricia's wake as she was dragged to the pool's edge. Then he watched her ass flex as she was drawn dripping from the water and marched across the concrete to cosy sauna shack. Her bikini bottom was tugged to one side, he noticed, and most of her ass was on display for him.
The sauna was a small cabin built among some landscaped bushes twenty feet from the pool. It hadn't been used all day and was just pleasantly warm as they entered. Jason banged shut the door behind them. Then he and Clay clambered onto one of the upper wooden benches and turned to face the dripping Tricia.
She stared at them dazedly.
"Take off your bikini," Jason ordered. His cockhead was already visible over the top of his bathing suit. He peeled down the wet trunks and let his cock snap against his belly. Clay did the same. His prick stuck out comically at a ninety-degree angle. It pointed directly at Tricia.
"Your cocks are so beautiful," she murmured, licking her lips. Then Tricia reached in back of herself and she undid the knot in the string of her bikini top.
The harness slid wetly down her chest until the two men could see most of her big bouncing tits. But then her nipples were so long and stiff and fat that they caught the falling bikini top and held it there loosely on her chest. She watched it slither lower without being touched, letting the bikini strings hook on her nipples and hang there.
She stared down at her chest as if in a daze, and the men watched with her. Her bikini top was wet and slippery and heavy, but her stiff nipples held it up easily by the strings. Her nipples were clearly visible now, nut-brown, three-quarter-inch-long stubs of rubber. She leaned forward and let her tits dangle, like a stripper, and still the bikini strings stayed hooked.
"Sonovabitch, look at that," Clay croaked. Gripping his cock in his fist, he began to pump it steadily.
Tricia bent low until her tits were dangling down below her like melons. She shook from side to side and her tits swayed and wobbled erotically. Finally her bikini top fell to the floor with a wet slap, and she could straighten up. She put her hands on her hips for a moment and leaned back, displaying her big tits proudly for the men. Her tit mounds were wet and beautiful.
"Don't forget the bottom, baby. Don't forget to show us your cunt and ass," Jason panted. He, too, was jacking steadily on his cock.
Tricia smiled at them, her eyes teasing. She hooked her fingers into the strings of her bikini bottom, wiggled her ass lewdly, and pulled down. At the same time, she turned slightly to one side, so that they'd get a perfect view of her tight ass as she peeled off her wet suit. She forced the damp garment halfway down her thighs, left it stretched there like a rope between her legs for a second or two, then let the piece slither to the floor.
"You like me? You think I'm pretty?" she teased. She was gazing back at them as she bent down low. Her fingers spread on her ass- cheeks and pulled apart, showing them the hairy slice of her cunt and the ring of her asshole just above. She wiggled her ass back and forth suggestively.
"Do we! Honey! Look at this!" Clay smirked. He held up his cock proudly. It was an eight-inch hunk of stiff meat in his fist. His cockhead was purple and shining.
Jason said nothing but just watched her closely, his eyes taking in every contour of her absolutely perfect young body. His prick was bigger than Clay's but it didn't appear fully erect in his fist. It was thick and heavy, too big ever to point upward fully. Tricia couldn't take her gaze off of it.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she teased. "Do you want to shove your naughty cocks in me and shoot off?"
She turned to face them fully, thrusting out her wet bush of cunt hair at them. She ran her hands over her swollen tits and tweaked her nipples playfully. Her fingers stroked down her wet golden belly and spread as they got lower. Finally she planted her fingertips on either side of her cunt lips and pulled them apart. The glorious wet pink tissues of her pussy gleamed up at them.
"Oh, fuck, look at that! Oh, fuck!" Clay moaned. He jacked his cock faster, making wet snapping sounds with his fist.
"She sure likes to cocktease," Jason commented. "I hope she can finish what she'd started." He glanced meaningfully at the huge red spike of cockmeat in his hand. His fist stroked up and down it slowly.
"You want me to suck you off? You want me to take your cocks in my mouth and suck them?" she purred. She was still flashing the inner pink of her pussy at them. Her big tits rolled and shimmied on her chest.
"We're gonna do it all," Jason answered. "We're gonna fuck you every which way. We're gonna fuck you raw."
"Yes, oh, please, yes," she whimpered. "But first let me suck you both. I want both your big cocks in my mouth. I want to suck you till I'm sore!"
The two men smiled down at her as she climbed onto the bench below them.
Chapter Six
Their cocks stuck up angrily as she circled them with her fingers. She knelt below Clay and Jason and wrangled their pricks from them as if they belonged to her. She began pumping them in her fists, testing their strength and stiffness. She glanced from one to the other, wondering which she should tackle first.
It was really no contest. Jason's huge cock was too much to resist. She dipped her head, licked his cockhead several times, then slipped his enormous purple prick tip into her mouth. She started sucking eagerly, wrapping her tongue around his cockhead and folding her lips below the circular ridge. Her face bobbed up and down evenly.
"That's it. Yeah, that's nice," Jason crooned. His ass lifted up off the bench to feed more cock into her face. He placed a hand gently on one side of her head.
In her other fist she still held Clay's cock, and she pumped it regularly the whole time she was sucking Jason, never once missing a beat. Clay leaned back lazily and closed his eyes, content for the moment with the expert hand-job. Her fingers were so cool and soothing on his aching prick.
"Mmmfffsssmmm," she grunted, cramming several more inches of hard cock into her mouth. Her lips were skidding over halfway down Jason's cock on every downstroke. She held the cock base tightly in her fist and primed it.
But suddenly she was sliding her mouth up and off Jason's cock. She began tugging it solidly in her fist while she twisted her face over to Clay's blazing hard-on. Hardly missing a bob of her pretty head, she stuffed three inches of his cock between her lips and began sucking. She was soon pulling four and five inches of prick into her mouth on each stroke.
Clay's eyes opened and he stared at Tricia gratefully. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled as she sucked, and she looked right back at him as if to get his opinion. Her blonde hair was drying into tight little ringlets around her achingly pretty face. Even without makeup, she was gorgeous.
"Oh, honey. Ohhh, ohhh," Clay groaned. He couldn't believe she was getting so much cock in her mouth on each stroke. Her lips were stretched tight on his prick. He could feel her tongue curling around and around his bloated cock shaft.
Up and down she lunged on his cock, using her mouth like an expert. At one point she was sucking almost as far as his balls. But then she slid off his prick and began kissing it, licking up and down with rough strokes of her tongue. Her head spun over to Jason's prick and she did the same for him. Her tongue flicked out crazily and teased his hot cockmeat.
"She's fantastic. What a cocksucker," Clay muttered, staring down at her in admiration. She had stuffed Jason's cock back in her mouth and was plunging halfway down its length with each bob of her head. Her lips were sealed tight around his big monster prick.
She was on her knees between the two men, on the bench below them. And all at once, she let Jason's cock slop from her mouth and she straightened up. There was a wild, lewd look in her eyes. Tricia was half smiling. She had a thick cock in each hand and was pumping solidly, keeping their pricks hard and hot.
"You enjoying yourselves? You like it when I suck your cocks?" she purred. She pulled a wet pubic hair from the corner of her mouth and smiled at them. Her brown body still glistened with pool water.
Leaning over to her left, she tugged Clay's cock toward her and poked his prickhead into her dangling tit. She pressed his prickhead into her long stiff nipple, then circled it around, teasing him with the feel of her hot tit stubs. A clear pearl of cock juice oozed out and stuck to her nipple like a tear. She let it hang there while she rubbed his cock against her other tit.
"What's she doing? Jason, what's she doing?" he asked stupidly. He sounded like a confused little boy.
"She's rubbing your cock into her tits, what the fuck does it look like?" Jason snapped. He was watching Tricia closely.
Her fist steered Clay's cock in circles on her nipple and tit for several more seconds. Then she swung over to Jason and used his huge prick to do exactly the same thing. He was leaking pre-cum juice, too, and soon her tits were streaked with snail-trails of clear cock fluid. Her nipples flet like hot pebbles against his cock.
"Fuck, she's kinky! What a kinky chick!" Clay raved. He was suddenly talking about her as if she wasn't present, as if he were watching her in some raunchy movie. He gazed dazedly at the streaks of juice on her tits.
Tricia had let Jason's cock slot into the hollow between her tits. She cradled it there, guiding it from side to side with her fingertips. She let go of Clay's cock for the time being and used both hands to squish her tits together around his captured prick. She shucked up and down on her haunches, letting Jason's prick fuck her between her tits.
"Tit-fuck! Tit-fuck!" Clay wailed childishly. He jacked his own prick up and down madly.
Tricia stared up at Jason and he glared right back. She seemed to be asking him if he was shocked at her behavior, if he thought she was a slut for playing with his cock this way. He didn't let on what he was thinking. And her smile said she didn't give a damn, one way or the other.
She let go of her tits, finally, and lifted up slightly so that when she bent down they hung over his cock and kept it trapped against his lower belly. His swayed from side to side, letting her tits bump and scrape his cock. His ten-inch prick rolled and shifted on his belly.
"Tit-fuck! Tit-fuck!" Clay went on, and suddenly she left Jason and swept over to him. She trapped his smaller prick between her tits and repeated the procedure. She mashed her tits on his cock and let him fuck her cleavage. His piss-slit oozed cock juice crazily.
"I've got to fuck her. I can't stand any more of this," Jason grunted. He clambered off the top bench, and before Tricia could react, he had come up behind her, his huge cock in his hand. He nudged the cockhead about in the crook of her thighs, then touched the wet soggy lips of her cunt.
"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me deep!" she croaked. And she inched her knees apart on the bench, shoving her ass out toward him invitingly. She felt his cockhead slip between her cuntlips and forced herself down on it eagerly.
Jason stood on the floor and rammed forward, burying his hard-on in Tricia's cunt in one motion. He began fucking her roughly, drilling his cock high into her cunt with each stroke. His belly slapped down against her ass and made soft patting sounds. He circled her tiny waist with his hands and pulled her back onto the spike of his prick again and again.
And all the time, she had Clay's thick prick lodged solidly between her tits. He sat there still on the top bench and didn't have to move at all. Her big bouncy tits mashed up and down on his cock and her nipples scraped his balls. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes contentedly.
But soon Tricia was reaching for his prick, circling it with her fingers. She tugged his cockshaft toward her, opened her wet mouth and she was sucking him all over again, drawing his prick deep into her mouth. Her freed tits began joggling up and down as Jason fucked into her.
She clenched her eyes shut, half mad with lust. Her body felt stuffed, absolutely crammed with cock. She'd never felt so strange, so dirty. She'd never felt so good. The whole scene was so exciting, so kinky, that she felt faint with sex. She had to concentrate hard not to swoon with lust at the lewdness of it all.
Their two cocks twitched and trembled inside her. Jason's was fucking her harder and harder all the time, carving up between her fat pussy lips and ramming its head deep in her cunt somewhere. Clay's drilled in and out of her throat, cramming her tongue down beneath it and forcing her lips to flop about crazily. She had nearly two feet of fucking cock inside her.
They fucked her this way for long minutes, until their skin was slick with sweat in the growing heat of the sauna. Then Jason pulled out of her and insisted that she turn around and squat on his cock while he sat down below her on the lower bench. This she did, spreading her feet and thighs in a weird acrobatic position in front of him.
She had her back to him and he supported her from below while she groped about for his cock with her hand and set about settling gingerly on top of him. She stuffed his prick into her gaping cunt easily and soon they were fucking away happily again, her tits swaying heavily up and down.
Clay had roused himself once she had spit out his cock. Now he stood just to one side on the lower bench where Jason was sitting with Tricia on top of him. His cock stuck out hugely at her face-level, and she gripped it gamely and crammed his prick back into her mouth. She could only swallow his cockhead and a couple of inches at this angle, but she pumped the cock base evenly in her hand.
"Suck it. Oh, yeah, suck it," he crooned softly. Her fingers pumped him expertly and her tongue tickled and teased his blazing cockhead.
"She's a hot fuck, and that's for sure," came Jason's muffled voice from behind her. He was knifing his arced cock up into her as best he could, but most of the movement he had to leave up to her. He had to support her weight on top of him.
And she did fuck up and down gamely, impaling herself on his huge cock again and again. Her legs were split wide, like a dancer's. Her feet were barely on the edge of the bench. She clung to Clay's cock like a lifeline, as if expecting to fall to the ground any minute.
"Mmmfffsssmmm!" she grunted. Her eyes rolled up to see Clay's face and she watched him as she sucked. Her big tits continued to bounce up and down crazily.
"I'm gonna come real soon. I won't be able to hold it," Clay groaned suddenly. "You want a mouthful of cum, honey? You want your tonsils sprayed?"
He spoke to warn her, in case she wished to pull his prick out of her mouth at the last minute. Most of the girls he'd been with hadn't shown much enthusiasm for eating cum. But she just went right on pumping his cock, making no move to let him go. If anything her fist squeezed him tighter to make him come all the quicker.
"Let her eat it. Let the bitch eat it," Jason croaked. He gripped Tricia around her waist now with his big hands and chugged her up and down. His cock was splitting her cunt wide.
"Ohhhhhh!" Clay wailed suddenly. There was a wet, exploding sound in Tricia's mouth, and she was gasping, gagging, and a huge stream of silver jism was pouring from her lips.
"Ggglllggglllggg," she slobbered, swallowing desperately. She felt a glob of cum the size and texture of egg yolk wriggle down her throat.
"I'm coming in her mouth! I'm shooting in the stupid cunt's mouth!" Clay moaned. He watched the long streamer of jism drool from her mouth and hang off her chin. It grew longer and longer, like white elastic, five inches, ten inches, a foot and a half. Finally it snapped across her left nipple and fell wetly across her navel in a long silver streak.
"Let her eat it. She'll suck it all down," Jason grunted. He seemed ready to come himself. He was ramming his cock in and out of Tricia crazily.
"Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck!" Clay yelled. His balls felt like they were melting. They pumped up knot after knot of greasy cum into Tricia's sucking mouth.
She was trying her best, she really was. Again and again, she swallowed down great sizzling globs of cum, until she felt she would choke. But he was spurting out too much. Her mouth overflowed with cum and the silver paste slid from her lips, oozed over her chin, then hung off her jaw like cobwebs. She had no less than four long strings of cum hanging from her face now, and each was dripping silver onto her tits.
White lines streaked her tits and nipples, and these poured down into her cleavage and then down her rib cage and belly. They joined and crossed each other and made her brown body gleam with shining paste. A string of cum six inches long dangled weirdly from one nipple, like milk. Streams of jism were reaching as far as her crotch hair.
And she nevei stopped sucking or pumping his cock in her fist. She jacked it gamely, her eyes closed in concentration as she siphoned out his jism. She seemed completely unaware of the mess he was making all over her. She swallowed another steaming mouthful of jizz and yet more poured from her lips and dangled down from her chin.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh," Jason grunted, and his cock started firing hot jets of cum up her cunt. He bounced her up and down in his lap, spiking her again and again on his prick. And the blasts of cum shot off deep in her pussy.
At one point he jerked her too high, and his spurting cock slipped from her sucking cunt. She continued pumping up and down on him, but his cock was trapped against her pussy hair, and it spurted again and again, lobbing spirals of cum up over her already soiled belly and as far as her tits.
His hand came around to grab it, press it down against her hairy cunt. But his prick wouldn't go inside. It just sat trembling against her belly and shot cum up the length of her body. One jet fired right up between her tits. Another smacked the underside of her right tit and clung to it stickily before starting to drip down her rib cage in lazy loops.
She reached down for Jason's cock instinctively, closed her fingers on it and pumped it in her fist. And now she held two spurting cocks. One prick fired jizz into her mouth, and one shot it up over her belly. She jacked them both for all she was worth, feeling herself grow faint with the power of their climaxes. Her body trembled and twitched crazily.
"Pull on it! Jerk me off!" Jason croaked. He'd given up on trying to get his cock back inside her. He held his fist over hers and helped her pump out the rest of his cum.
And several more times, his cock flexed and fired off a long streamer of jism that arced back onto her body, so that soon she was covered with long shimmering ropes of silver cum. She glowed with cum, from her face to her crotch. The white fluid drooled down her neck and over her tits, streaked down her belly and into her cunt hair.
Clay had quit spurting but she sucked his cock still, draining it dry. It grew limp and flexible in her hand, like a thick hunk of hose. Jism still poured from her mouth and hung off her chin. Her lower face glistened brightly under its thick coating of cum.
And finally Jason stopped shooting as well. His prick gave one last quiver that sent a small jet of cum into her navel. After that his piss slit just oozed cum slowly, soiling her fingers and gluing them together. Then his cock, too, grew limp, softening in her fist while she tugged lazily on it.
She chugged up and down gently on top of Jason, both cocks firmly in her grasp. The great heavy strings of cum poured down her body slowly.
Chapter Seven
Sex was all Tricia could think of now. Even at school, when she knew she should be thinking of other things, she couldn't keep her mind off it. Each time she sat at her desk she thought of herself draped across it while Ron Price fucked his big cock in and out of her. She was more aware than ever now of him snickering in back of the classroom with his friends.
And she daydreamed about her double ses- sion with Clay and Jason all the time. She couldn't believe she'd made it with two men at the same time and had such a dirty, thrilling time. So much for all that her parents had taught her. Somehow the idea of fucking only one man, even if he was a husband, didn't appeal to her at all anymore.
She began to have wild dreams in which she was surrounded by hot hard cocks, dozens of them. They were poking her, rubbing all over her. She had them in her cunt and in her mouth and even up her ass. And at the end of the dream they were all spurting sizzling silver cum at her in huge jets, until she was covered in the stuff, until she was swimming in it.
Al Banks kept coming by to ask her out, and now she had Clay Rogers wanting to see her as well. But somehow she wasn't really interested. She'd had sex with them once. She knew what it was like. She found herself imagining what it would be like with other men, guys she didn't even know, guys she hadn't even met yet. New experiences, new men were what interested her.
Even Charlie Peters expressed interest in her again. He came by her classroom late one afternoon just as she was leaving, and he seemed on the point of inviting her somewhere. She told him she was busy and rushed off, smiling to think that only the week before she had been longing to see him again. Now she didn't really care. She was free.
She began going places alone, exploring areas of town that had sleazy reputations. She enjoyed the feeling of danger, the feeling that she was alone and had a very good chance of being picked up by a stranger. Sometimes her pussy grew wet just at all the lewd looks she got when she walked down the street. Even dirty comments lobbed at her began to be thrilling.
She stopped wearing panties. For some time now she hadn't worn a bra, enjoying the free swinging of her big tits inside her sweaters and dresses. Now she quit wearing panties as well, thrilling to the feel of her outside clothes rubbing against her pubic hair and cuntlips. She sometimes felt close to coming, just walking down the street with the breeze blowing up around her naked ass.
In a specialty shop she'd brought some garter belts and nylon stockings, and now these were the only underwear she wore. She loved the feel of the sheer stockings on her legs, and the way they ended so abruptly at the tops of her thighs and left her completely free about the crotch. She even enjoyed the tightness of the garter belt around her waist and the stretching of the garter straps along her thighs.
In her apartment, this was all she wore. She would be doing the dishes, or vacuuming, or making her bed, and all she would have on would be her black embroidered garter belt and her sheer black nylon stockings. Her pussy hair and cuntlips would stand out brazenly between the black elastic straps. She would catch glimpses of herself in the mirror and smile to herself.
One evening she was sitting in a bar on the sleazy side of town, wondering how long it would be before someone tried to pick her up. The bartender watched her slyly, obviously trying to figure her out. Her make-up was heavy, thick daubs of deep blue shadow on her eyelids and bright red lipgloss on her mouth. He seemed to think she was a whore but he wasn't sure. She didn't talk like a whore.
After maybe ten minutes a heavy-set man in a checkered shirt came over and sat on the stool next to hers at the bar. He was middle-aged and looked incredibly hairy. He had huge chest and arm muscles and a thick beard. He ordered a beer, offered to buy her a drink, and began to make small talk. His voice was rough and he was already beginning to slur his words.
Tricia chatted with him and smiled pleasantly, the excitement rising in her steadily. At one point he seemed about to tell her his name but she said she didn't want to know. She swiveled toward him on her stool and hiked her skirt up above her knees. No one could see what she was doing so she hiked it farther.
He stared down into her lap and watched her stocking tops and garter straps come into view. His mouth seemed to water at the sight of her pale slender thighs above the black nylon. He almost croaked out loud as she lifted her skirt so high that he could see the blonde tuft of her pussy. Her cuntlips had started to part already.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she purred huskily. "Would you Hike to cram your hard cock into my sweet little cunt?"
While showing him her pussy, she leaned forward so that her tits swung out inside her low-cut top. Her creamy tits were visible almost to her nipples. In fact, the upper edges of her puffy areolas surrounding her nipples were peeking into the open. Her tits separated heavily in her dress.
"How . . . how much?" he croaked, gulping on his beer.
"For free. I'm not a whore. I just like to fuck,strange men. Especially guys with huge thick cocks and a gallon of jizz. Think you're up to it?" She smiled sweetly, not at all upset that he'd taken her for a pro. She was kind of glad that she looked the part.
"Sure, I'm up to it. I can fuck all night," he boasted. His eyes shiftd from her tits to her cunt and back again.
"Let's go," she urged, dropping her skirt back down and standing up. Her big tits settled back loosely in her dress.
He gulped down the rest of his beer and led her out through the back door of the bar. As they left, Tricia noticed the bartender smirking at her lewdly. She didn't care. She was really enjoying playing the tramp. In this part of town there was little chance of anyone she knew recognizing her. She felt perfectly free to do as she liked.
The big man led her out into an alley, then down to a corner lot more several big trucks were parked. She didn't complain as he opened a truck door and helped her up into the roomy cab. This would be even better than she thought. No need to go looking for some crummy hotel room. As she reached the top step, his hands went under her dress and felt her ass and cunt. She could hear his heavy breathing behind her.
He climbed up behind her and slammed the door shut, ushering her behind a curtain into a compartment that had a rough bed in it. The place was cozy and very private, and she flopped back on the bed gratefully. She hauled her dress over her head real fast, then tossed it to one side. Then she set about unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly.
"Eager little cunt, aren't you?" he grunted. He reached own to squeeze and fondle her tits while she undressed him. His hands were huge and he handled her roughly.
"I love cock," she answered. "I just can't get enough cock. I love big ones. Big stiff pricks and great heavy balls."
She shoved his pants and shorts down around his knees, then bent to examine his dangling cock and balls. If big ones were what she wanted, she had again come to the right place. Still soft, his prick hung halfway to his knees, and his balls were huge and swollen in their hairy pouch. He had the hairiest belly she had ever seen.
"God. Oh, God," she moaned, grabbing his thick prick with her fingers and hefting it. "It's great. I love it."
She began licking his prick, scraping her tongue up and down on the ugly shaft of his cock. Almost as soon as she touched it, his prickshaft began to grow, as if it was being inflated. She kissed his cock, wrapped her lips around his prickhead, traced the ugly blue veins in its side with the tip of her tongue. Her fingers tilted it this way and that.
"Say, you like to lick 'em, huh, bitch?" he grunted. He was still squeezing her tits.
"Mmmmmmm," mumbled Tricia. She had stuffed his cockhead between her lips and was sucking harshly before his knob grew too big to handle. Her fist jacked up and down on the base of his cock.
"You know what you're doing, I'll give that to you. Most chicks don't have the first idea how to use their mouth on a guy. You been around, baby. I can tell."
Tricia smiled to herself. If only he knew how little experience she really had. She had learned so fast, in such a short time, that was all. She'd been a quick learner. She lifted her face off his cock, then began to lick her way all the way down to his balls, following the ugly blue veins as she went. Once at the cock base, she began to suck each of his balls in turn.
"Oh, that's nice. Suck them balls, baby. Use your tongue like that. Oh, yeah." He crouched in the cramped cab in front of her, letting her suck and lick his heavy balls. He swept her blonde hair up and off her face with his large, stubby fingers. His cock loomed out over her face at an angle. One vein in its side was throbbing dangerously.
And all at once he grunted and forced her head up and off his balls. He forced her onto her back on the narrow bed, and she hooked her knees up helpfully. Her big tits wobbled and rolled on her chest. She watched him, breathing heavily the whole time. She was about to reach out for his thick cock, but he already had his fist wrapped around it.
"Shit, how come you're wearing a garter belt and stockings?" he wheezed, lodging his huge cockhead against the fat lips of her cunt. "You a stripper or a porno model or what?"
She smiled up at him strangely. "I'm just a lost little girl who craves big cocks," she muttered. "I love fucking and sucking. And I like to dress for the part. Any objections?"
She gasped as he pressed forward and the great thick log of his prick fucked into her. Her legs were spread wide. Once he had his cockhead inside her, he placed a hand on each of her hooked-up knees and watched as the rest of his prick slid into her cunt. Inch by bloated inch, his cock disappeared inside her pussy.
"You're a weird little slut, aren't you?" he commented. "Dressing up in garter belts and stockings, picking up strange men in crummy bars. What's your problem, girlie?"
"I told you. I crave big cocks. Why don't you shut up and fuck me? Don't talk, just fill me with cock!"
Tricia had her fingers planted on her puffy cuntlips and she was prying them wide open for him, making his entry easy. She stared down anxiously between her scissored legs, watching the progress of his cock. Only when his crotch hair meshed with hers and his prick was in her pussy all the way did she rest her head back on the bed and close her eyes.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she murmured dreamily, and now she snaked her stockinged legs over his haunches and locked her ankles in back of him. "I need your cock. I need your big stiff cock fucking in and out of me."
He sank down on her, his hairy belly pressing down heavily. And he began to fuck her with slow, easy strokes, priming her with solid lengths of cock. Her cunt sucked his prick in all the way. There was no resistance at all. His cockhead sank deep into her belly. He grabbed her tits with his hands and started mauling them.
"I love fucking. I just can't get enough," she gasped. "Cocks are all I think about, all day long. Big, stiff, steel-hard cocks."
He fucked her steadily, swinging his hips this way and that, carving her open from every direction. Her pussy lips folded themselves around his prick tightly, pulling his cock in again and again. His pace increased gradually, until the sweat popped out in beads on his face.
"I'll never get enough cock. I crave it," she rambled on. "I love it up my cunt and in my mouth and ..."
A thought seemed to strike her suddenly. She was about to go on, but his pace was getting rougher and he appeared to be losing control of himself. The last thing she wanted him to do was to come so soon. She gripped his arms tightly and hissed into his face.
"Fuck me up the ass! Please! I want you to! I need it! Take your big hard cock and fuck me hard as you can up the ass! Oh, please! Oh, please!"
For a second or two, he seemed not to understand. He continued pumping away, feeding her huge lengths of cock, glaring down into her face with glazed eyes. She could feel his hot sweat dripping all over her. The hair of his belly scraped her flat brown skin roughly.
"Up the ass?" he grunted at last, and his pace slowed a little. He was staring down at her stupidly.
"Yes! Take out that big thick cock of yours and cram it up my ss! Oh, please! I want you to!"
She was squirming beneath him and at last he stopped his rough fucking motions altogether and knelt up on the bed between her legs. His cock slopped from her cunt like a landed fish. It dripped ooze down onto the bed. He paused, breathing heavily.
Tricia wiggled up off her back as soon as his cock was free of her cunt. She climbed up onto her hands and knees and tilted her trim little ass up at him. There was a deep erotic hollow in the small of her back. She rested her face to one side on the bed, staring back at him over her shoulder. She spread her thighs wide and used her hands to crank her asscheeks wide for him.
"Shit, little girl, you're a strange one," he grunted. "This is the first time a chick's ever begged me to fuck her up the ass. You're a hot little cunt, girlie."
His cock was huge and slimy. He took his prick in hand and stared down at her spread asscheeks. Between them he could clearly see the puckered ring of her asshole, and beneath this the ragged wet gash of her cunt. A thick, syrupy fluid was oozing out from her gaping cunt and dangling down between her thighs like elastic.
"Shove your cock up my ass. Fuck me deep and hard," she was mumbling into the bed. "I want it so bad. I need your cock."
He slotted the head of his prick against her asshole and immediately a thick wad of pre-cum juice oozed from his piss slit and oiled up her shitter mouth. He pressed forward, forcing more and more of his weight behind his stiff prick. He braced his cock midway up its shaft with his fist. He felt her stiffen beneath him.
"Keep going! Keep going!" she urged. She was holding herself rigid, forcing herself back against his invading cock. The pressure on her was great. But finally her asshole began to open, and the monster head of his cock plowed inside.
"What a hot little cunt. What a horny bitch," he muttered. He watched as first his cockhead, then inch after inch of his prick shaft drilled steadily into her asshole. He couldn't believe his cock was going in so easy.
"Oooooooooh, yeah! Ooooooooh, yeah!" she groaned, her fingers twisting the blanket. "Up the ass, up the ass, up the ass!"
Inch after inch of solid stone-hard cock fucked into her asshole. Her taut asscheeks seemed to bend out of shape around his prick. And finally he had it all inside, embedded to the hilt in Tricia's tight asshole. He paused a moment, tried to get his breath back, his face was red with strain.
He grabbed the strip of garter belt that snaked across her back, pulling on it as if reining in a horse. He was kneeling upright between her slender thighs. His chest heaved and the sweat rolled off him. He glared down at her stuffed asshole. He seemed to be wondering where his cock had gone.
And then he began to fuck her all over again, bucking his hips and tugging her back against him with the taut black garter belt. His huge cock slid in and out of her ass like a greased piston. His balls swung to and fro between his thick thighs. He groaned and wheezed deep in his throat.
"Oooooooo, yeah! Oooooooh, God!" she whimpered, her voice thick and hoarse. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! I love hard cock up my ass!"
Her thighs were spread wide, her knees braced against the bed. She accepted his rough thrusts as if she could never get enough. Her ass was still stuck up high and her head was crammed against the bed, but her tits could still roll back and forth beneath her each time he lunged into her. Her hard horny nipples scraped the blanket and sent sparks into her chest.
"It feels so good! I love it! Oh, fuck me hard! Don't stop! Cram your cock all the way up my ass! Split me in half!" she moaned. She, too, was sweating heavily. And her face was wet with tears of strain as well. She was in heaven.
He smacked his hips against her ass again and again. His cock felt like it was being peeled. It was growing numb. And his movements became more wild. He fucked into her with shorter, rougher lunges. Her tits wobbled back and forth under her. She moaned and groaned into the blanket.
"Oh, my God! Ohhh! Oooooooooh!" she wheezed. Her hand was in her crotch now and she was diddling between her pussy lips with her fingers. She found her swollen clit, then began playing with it. Pussy juice poured down her cunt and soiled her fist.
"I'm gonna come, bitch! I'm gonna shoot my hot load right up your ass!" he strained.N His balls kept smacking against her diddling fingers.
"Yes! Shoot up my ass! Pour out your stuff! Fill me full of cum!" she moaned. Her hand left her cunt for the time being and clutched at his balls each time they swung in. She tickled and squeezed them with her fingers.
It was all too much for him. He stuffed his cock into her one last time. His prick began to belch out steaming hot wads of cum. Once, twice, three times his cockhead spasmed, twitched, and spat out a fat knot of jism far into her ass. She was soon clogged with it. Cum flooded her shitter and seeped back along the thrusting shaft of his prick.
Jism began to burst free from her tight asshole in tight little jets. Each time he rammed forward, more cum was forced out. It clung to his cock in heavy ropes and drooled out over his swinging balls. Soon silver jizz was splattered all the way up and down the crack of her ass. It poured down over her soggy cunt lips like sauce.
"I can feel it! You're shooting up my ass! I feel your hot jizz deep in my ass!" she raved, her head twisting back to stare at him. Her hand was now full of cock slime. It webbed her fingers together thickly.
"Jesus. Ohhhnnn," he muttered. He fucked her steadily, never missing a stroke as his balls emptied themselves up her ass. Another jet of jizz shot free. And another. His cock made loud squelching sounds each time he rammed forward.
"Don't stop. Don't ever stop," she urged him dreamily.
But already he was slowing down, drilling her ass with slower and slower lunges, until at last he was barely moving at all. He had one hand planted on her right asscheek. The other still held tight to the rear strap of her garter belt. His crotch pumped in and out lazily.
"Oh, God, oh, God, ohhhhhh . . ." she whimpered. And her soggy hand now clutched his ball-sac firmly and squeezed, milking out the last heavy dregs of his cum. Strings of elastic jism dangled from her crotch and finally fell to the bed.
He finally eased his prick from the tight hold of her ass and propped it up in the crack between her asscheeks. A great thick stream of jism poured from her ragged shitter, down over her cuntlips and along her thighs. The dark ring looked big enough to shove a baseball bat into. Her cunt was slimy with ooze.
"Up the ass. All the way up my ass," Tricia muttered absently. She felt cum drool into the small of her back. And she gave his ball-sac a last friendly squeeze.
Chapter Eight
Tricia started wearing her garter belt and stockings to school. They were all the underwear she had on under her skirts and blouses. There was something about being in front of a class dressed in this stuff that thrilled her no end. She was the only one who knew she wore no bra and panties, but that didn't matter. It was exciting enough that she knew it.
But the more mature kids in her classes sensed some change in her. Many of the boys and quite a few of the girls eyed her strangely from time to time. And the rougher boys, particularly Ron Price's friends, couldn't stop ogling her. They didn't even try to disguise the fact that they were lusting after her. It took all her time and effort to keep them under control.
The thing was, several of these young men weren't much younger than she was. They were mostly stupid and had had to repeat grades, and they were in no hurry to leave school in any case because jobs were scarce. They enjoyed sitting around in school, doing nothing. There were lots of girls around. And there was the odd pretty teacher, Tricia.
For some reason, she found herself attracted to them. Maybe it was the closeness in age, maybe it was because her parents had never allowed her to associate with such people. In any case, she couldn't bring herself to be too hard on them. And this was especially true after what happened between her and Ron Price.
One gorgeous fall afternoon she decided to walk home, and after she'd gone three or four blocks, a brightly painted customized van pulled up alongside her. The driver was Stan Mathers and the fellow in the passenger seat was Lou Raymond. Both were in classes of hers, and both were friends of Ron Price. But Ron, himself, was nowhere to be seen.
"Need a ride home, Miss?" Stan called out pleasantly. Beside him, Lou Raymond snickered lewdly. There was at least one other young man in the back of the van, she noticed. He was poking his head out between the two in front.
"I don't think so, Mathers. Thanks anyway," she called. She strode along slowly and the van followed by the curb.
"Aw c'mon, Miss," Stan urged. "We need a little classy female company. You know how guys when when they're alone. They just start looking for trouble. Come keep us in line."
Tricia glanced over at the van quickly. As she strode alone, she felt he soft fall breeze rushing up her skirt, fluffing her pussy hair. The taut elastic of the garters along her thighs flexed and stretched. It was madness. If she got into the van with three rough boys, she'd be surrounded with cock in no time. She'd have a lot of fucking and sucking on her hands. Anyone else in her position would have refused to get involved in such a situation.
Tricia hesitated for maybe five seconds. She came to a stop in the quiet suburban street. Then she glanced to the left and to the right, hiked her purse up on her shoulder, and skipped across to the curb before anyone could see her. A side door was flung open, a hand reached out to grab her wrist, and she was inside the van. Then it was speeding down the avenue. So much for her responsibility as a teacher, she thought.
Though when she thought a little more about it, she decided it made little difference now anyway. She'd already risked her reputation as a teacher when she'd fucked Ron Price on her desk. How much more risky could this be? It would be just a little innocent fun. No one had seen her get into the van. Why worry about it?
There were in fact two young men in the back of the van, not just one. Terry Fields was back there, as well as Jerry Lucas. They made room for her on the plush carpeted floor and offered her a can of beer, which she refused. They didn't talk to her except for an occasional word. They seemed content just to stare at her, as if they couldn't believe she was real.
Stan drove rapidly, making lots of sharp turns, and Tricia wondered where the hell they were going. She noticed trees flashing by the windows and after a while the road grew bumpy. When he finally parked, there was not a sound outside, and she assumed that they were in some deserted wooded area. He turned off the ignition, and both he and Lou left their seats and they joined the others in the back of the van.
"Well, isn't this real cozy?" Stan said pleasantly. He was crouched over as he spoke. The van was long but there was no room to stand up straight.
"What do you want me to do?" Tricia asked them. She was breathing a bit heavily already at the feel of all the maleness around her.
"Whatever you feel like. This party's for you," Stan assured her. He was gazing fondly at her big swaying tits inside her blouse. Her nipples dented the fabric sharply.
"Do you want me to suck you all off?" she went on. She sounded as though she were taking some kind of examination.
"If you want to, sure, that would be great," Stan said. He spoke patiently and smiled at her.
Terry and Lou were already unzipping their pants, shoving them down around her knees. Both their cocks flopped out into the open like soft, friendly playthings. Jerry was slower, but he also began to strip. And finally Stan joined them, seeming content to lag behind and let his friends get theirs first.
As soon as Lou had his pants off completely
Tricia reached for his cock. He lay on his back on the floor and watched her bend her head, open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She closed her mouth over his softened cock and immediately it began to grow in her face. Power flowed into his prick steadily as she worked her mouth up and down on it.
Out of the corner of her eye, Tricia could see she was surrounded by cock. All the young men were naked and their pricks flopped about loosely between their legs. They were all kneeling around her, waiting for their turn. She reached out a hand, grabbed the closest cock to her, and began to pull on it expertly.
Someone was shoving his cock in her ear, and she broke off sucking Lou's and took this new prick into her mouth. Lou's cock pointed up from his crotch at an angle, two-thirds stiff already. She held his prickshaft tight in her fist and jacked it up and down. She was managing to cope with three cocks quite well.
Only Stan was out in the cold. And he seemed content to stroke his cock up and down along Tricia's thigh, at least for the time being. He liked feeling the dry nylon of her stocking rubbing against his prickhead. He forced her skirt higher and higher with his cock.
Hands were all over her, feeling her, massaging her, testing the wonderful firmness of her young body. Someone was undoing the front of her blouse. Someone else was reaching inside. She felt a fist grab one large tit and squeeze. There was a thumb tip pressed against her nipple.
"These tits are great. Hey, they're fantastic," someone muttered. Her blouse was completely open. It was being folded back, forced down her arms. Her big tits rolled and swayed loosely.
"Fuck, look at this! She's not wearing any panties! And she's got on a fucking garter belt or something!" Someone had forced her skirt up over her hips and was stroking and kneading her ass. Fingers were under the elastic of her black garter straps, snapping them back against her thighs.
Stan was gazing down at the blonde fur of her cunt. He dipped his hand into her crotch to explore her damp fuckhole with his fingers. He pried open her cunt and poked around inside, testing her wetness. His cock lurched higher and a thick vein began to pump in its side.
"Sonovabitch. What a sleazy whore," someone muttered.
"She's a kinky one. She loves it," someone else put in.
Gradually Tricia was moving from cock to cock, sucking each on in turn, jacking each of them up and down in her fists. Even Stan got his turn. He fingered her pussy and diddled her clit while she forced her mouth up and down on his prick. He was amazed at how wet she was. She seemed to need a cock inside her cunt desperately.
She fumbled around blindly, on her hands and knees or on her side, grabbing cock after cock, jacking them, stuffing them into her mouth. And her skirt and blouse were slowly hauled off her, leaving her in nothing but her stockings and black garter belt. Their cocks grew larger and larger, until they stuck out hugely from the four crotches.
"Fuck me," she murmured at one point, between sucks. "One of you stick your cock in me and fuck me, please."
Jerry was quickest off the mark. He squirmed up behind her on the floor, raised one of her slender legs in the air, and poked his cock about between her spread thighs. He was aiming blindly, his cock in his fist, but eventually he found the wet gash of her cunt and shoved inside. Two thirds of his fully stiff cock disappeared at one go.
She was of course busy with the other cocks, but she did take time out to sigh with satisfaction as Jerry's cock slid up her cunt. Her mouth was sealed tightly around another prick, and now she let Jerry's lunges set the pace for her cocksucking. Her tits wobbled back and forth at each thrust.
"She's a hot one. Fuck, she's a hot little bitch," someone muttered. There were moans and groans of satisfaction from the others. Everyone was deep in concentration.
Now that Stan no longer had her cunt to play with, he turned his attention to her tits. Whenever she wasn't sucking him he steered his cockhead around and around her stiffened nipples, making them stand up even more, if that were possible. Her tits were so firm and solid and so perfectly shaped. He couldn't believe how lovely they were.
"Fuck me between my tits. Shove your cock between my tits and fuck me hard," he grunted suddenly as she spit out one hard cock and lunged for another. She glanced up at Stan eagerly and there was no doubt she was talking to him. He set about doing as she asked.
It was a bit complicated, because of all the bodies involved, but bit by bit it was arranged. Jerry refused to pull his cock out of her cunt, but he allowed it to be corkscrewed around her as her leg was swung over and down until she was flat on her back. He continued fucking her, barely missing a beat. He made room for Stan to swing a leg over her middle and mount her.
"Between her tits! Fuck her between her tits!" Lou crowed. He was kneeling alongside Terry with his cock stuck into Tricia's face. She had his prick in one hand and Terry's in the other, and she was moving her head back and forth between the two of them, sucking them each in turn.
Stan settled down on her rib cage, his thick thighs on either side of her. He forced the huge log of his cock down until it slotted into her cleavage between her big beautiful tits. Then he crammed her tits together with his hands and locked his prick in place. He began humping back and froth, driving his cock up and down in her cleavage.
"Between her tits! He's fucking her tits!" Lou babbled on. He seemed really fascinated with the idea.
Tricia writhed and squirmed on the floor of the van. She lost track of the time. She couldn't even recall what day it was. All she knew was that she was surrounded by cock, and she was loving every minute of it. She had a prick up her cunt, another pumping between her tits. She had one in each fist and she could suck deeply on either one of them whenever she wished.
She was in heaven. She didn't want it to end.
She didn't feel the slightest emotion toward any of these four young men. She didn't care about them at all. She barely knew them. They were cocks to her. Big, hard cocks that could fill her up and fuck her silly and shoot her with cum. That's all. Nothing else mattered.
"I wanna fuck her, too! I wanna fuck her!" Lou complained childishly. He pulled his cock from Tricia's fingers and crawled down until he was by Jerry's side. He watched Jerry lunge his greasy cock in and out of her hairy cunt several times. "I wanna fuck her! Let me fuck her!"
Jerry's face was glistening with sweat and he seemed not too far away from blasting his wad. Suddenly, he stopped fucking Tricia and withdrew his cock from her soaking cunt. He moved to one side and waved Lou between her legs in his place. He had had enough for the time being. He didn't want to be the first to shoot his load.
"Go ahead, Lou," he sighed, his voice tense with effort. "Go ahead and fuck her. We'll all get to fuck her. We'll all get our turn. Relax, This chick will never get enough cock."
Eagerly, Lou scrambled between Tricia's hooked knees. Her cunt was wet and folded out, all its pink inner flesh swollen out into the open. The great ragged mouth of her cunt hole was gaping wide for him, its lips folded back. Her pink clit wiggled about just above it.
"Look at that! Look at it!" was all Lou could find to say. His prick was raw and wet and huge from Tricia's sucking. He gripped his cock in his fist, bent down and screwed his bloated prickhead into her curl-framed cunt flesh. He pressed forward, leaned down and buried his cock inch by inch inside her. His hairy belly settled onto hers as the last thick inch slid from sight.
"Jerry, you wanna fuck her tits for a while?" Stan asked. "I want her to suck me some more. I can't get enough of that wet little mouth of hers."
Jerry nodded his agreement, priming his huge stiff cock in his fist all the while. And once Stan had lifted himself up and off Tricia, Jerry took his place, forcing his prick down between her tits and beginning a slow fucking motion that wasn't enough to make him shoot, but was more than enough to keep him rock-hard.
Her tits were full and hard. He pressed them together over his lunging cock and turned her stiff nipples in so that they scudded and scraped back and forth over the popping veins in his prickshaft. It was the sweetest feeling, having his cock surrounded by so much lush tit flesh. He'd never seen tits so brown and beautiful.
Stan stationed himself on the other side of Terry, propping his cock up over her mouth where she seemed to want it. She was clinging to both cocks and licking the undersides and teasing their prickheads with her tongue. Once in a while she concentrated on one cock, taking it into her mouth and sucking down four or five inches of cock shaft.
But she was growing restless again. She wanted to do more with the four huge cocks. She wanted to take full advantage of them. The girl didn't know when she might get an opportunity like this again. She stopped sucking cock long enough to gasp out what she wanted.
"Fuck me up the cunt and up the ass at the same time! Cram me with cock!" she pleaded. Her voice really did sound desperate with need. "Fuck me up the ass and up the cunt, and I'll suck the other two cocks at the same time! Oh, please! Oh, please! I want you to!"
Chapter Nine
For a while the four naked men stared at one another a bit stupidly. This was getting a little kinky, even for them. It was one thing to gangbang a chick, fuck her one at a time, but this hot little bitch insisted on having them all at once. They weren't used to anyone making demands like this. It took some time to get organized.
Eventually Terry stretched out on his back on the floor, his stiff cock jutting up from his fist at an angle. Tricia clambered over him, her cunt dripping, and the other three helped lower her down onto Terry's hard-on. Her hand searched out his stiff prick, then held it upright while she circled her crotch about gingerly.
She slotted his cockhead between her greasy cunt lips, corkscrewed it about for a second or two, then lowered herself down onto his bloated prick. As inch after inch of his hard cock disappeared inside her, she sighed deeply with satisfaction. The last of his prickshaft slid inside her pussy, and she planted the palms of her hands on Terry's chest and moaned aloud.
She stared down into Terry's eyes a moment and smiled strangely. Her big beautiful tits hung down below her like huge pears. She let her nipples scrape his belly. Then she twisted her head and glared back at Lou. Her voice was husky with lust as she spoke to him.
"Up my ass. Shove your big cock up my ass," she croaked. Reaching one hand behind her, she tugged one of her taut asscheeks aside.
Lou was crouched behind her, his cock in his fist. From where he was, he could see Terry's balls nestled in the crook of his thighs and the base of his cock as it curved up and disappeared into the sucking lips of Tricia's cunt. He could also see the puckered ring of her asshole and now he planted his cockhead against this and pushed forward.
He'd expected to meet all kinds of resistance. On the couple of occasions that he'd tried ass-fucking in the past, the girls in question had been tight as drums. But all he did was apply a little pressure to Tricia and her asshole was opening, drawing him inside, sucking him in like a vacuum hose. Four inches of cock slid up her ass before he paused for breath.
"All the way! Shove your cock all the way up my ass!" she panted. There was real urgency in her voice. For a moment he thought he was in her classroom again. But this wasn't his English teacher anymore. It was some sleazy slut dressed in nothing but a garter belt and black nylon stockings. It was some tramp fucking and sucking four guys in the back of a van.
Lou rammed forward and down, and every last inch of his cock slid into Tricia's asshole. His balls settled down above Terry's, and he knew that his prick was in her to the hilt. He could even feel the throbbing bulk and heat of the other cock up her cunt. Only a thin wall of skin was separating the two of them. His crotch hair crackled against her satin asscheeks.
"Here, let me suck your cocks! Here!" she urged Stan and Jerry. They crouched on either side of the tangled bodies and let her grab their cocks. She butted their cockheads onto her tongue, then wrapped her lips over them. She sucked first one then the other. At one point she did her damndest to stuff both cocks into her mouth at the same time.
"Jesus, girlie, take it easy," Stan soothed. "Don't hurt yourself. We've got plenty of time."
But Tricia seemed in a crazy daze of sex. She was stuffed with cock already and yet she seemed to want more. She chugged her body up and down, back and forth between Terry and Lou, impaling herself again and again on both their huge cocks. And she clung the other two cocks in her fists and forced her mouth down over both boys' cockheads without letup. She fucked and sucked madly.
"Four cocks at the same time! The little slut's taking all four cocks at the same time!" Lou croaked. He flexed his ass as he fucked his prick in and out of her asshole.
Below him, Terry was jerking his hips up off the plush carpet, carving his cock into Tricia's cunt time and again. They were fucking her pretty body with their cocks, ramming into her so deep that only their balls were showing after each lunge. She was forced forward between them, right onto the two cocks that were lodged against her mouth.
"Fuck me deep! Fuck my ass!" she groaned. "Cocks everywhere! Cocks every . . . mmmfffmmmmsssmmm!"
The boys' cocks were bucking against her mouth like snakes. It was difficult to control them. They seemed to want to spring free of her fingers. She squeezed them, pulled on them, licked them and rubbed them over her face. Her tongue swept over every angle of each prick lovingly. They both leaked pre-cum juice onto her skin.
"Come in my face! Spurt your cum all over my face!" she panted suddenly. "All of you! I want all of you to shoot your cum in my face!"
The four young men continued fucking her and paid her little attention. By this time she was beginning to sound a bit hysterical. But she persisted. On and on she wailed, urging them to come in her face. And eventually everything came to a standstill. The four men seemed to be mulling it over in their minds.
"You really want that? You want us to shoot in your face?" Stan asked. His balls were beginning to ache. He would have to come somewhere damn soon, that was for sure.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, please! Spurt it all over me! I want your cum in my face! All four of you!"
Tricia loved the feel of the cock up her cunt and the cock up her ass. She loved sucking two cocks at the same time. She'd never imagined sex could be this wild. But she sensed that the four guys were going to start coming real soon. And she wanted it to be something special. It was going to be something that they'd never forget.
They were all a tangle of bodies as Lou pulled out of her ass and Terry slipped out of her cunt. Tricia lost her balance for a second and fell on top of Terry so that her tits flattened onto his face. But soon she was settled on her back again, and the four men were surrounding her with their throbbing hard-ons.
Lou climbed on top of her, curious as to what a tit-fuck felt like. He rammed his cock into her cleavage and began fucking her tits, squishing them together over his prick. His huge purple cockhead stuck out into the open each time he rammed forward. It angled up over the hollow of her neck threateningly.
"Come in my face! Spurt all over me!" she raved on. She gazed from cock to cock expectantly.
Jerry was on one side of her face and Stan was on the other. She curled her fingers around each of their cocks and pumped them solidly. They wrapped their hands over hers and helped her. Terry was between the two of them, jacking his own cock and aiming it down the length of her face. He had his cockhead planted on her forehead, right where her hair parted.
"Shoot on me! Come all over my face!" she yelled. Her eyes rolled, gazing from cock to cock, and her mouth gaped wide open. Her tongue stuck out thirstily.
The four horny young men glanced at each other tensely. If they hadn't been all so close to coming, they might have laughed at what she was saying. As it was, they simply pumped their cocks madly, jacking them up and down and making them squeak with the effort. Then they all gazed down into Tricia's pretty young face and waited for what they knew would happen next.
Tricia was waiting, too, her gaze darting from one cock to the next. She was so eager. She seemed to want their cum so badly. Her tongue flicked from side to side and her lips flexed strangely. Her hands never stopped jerking on the two cocks she'd captured.
"Eat it! Eat my hot cum!" Lou grunted suddenly. He let go of her tits, gripped his cock tight, and tugged on it crazily. He angled his cock up over her face.
A jet of cum soared up from his cock and flew through the air in a perfectly straight line nearly two feet long. It spun off at an angle from his cockhead and, with an audible smack, it splattered up the entire right side of Tricia's face, from just below her bottom lip to her temple and into her hair. The jizz jet crossed her cheek bone and nicked the corner of her eye with a narrow strip of gleaming silver.
"Ohhh! Ohhh, fuck!" she crooned. She winced briefly, clenching her eyes shut. But almost immediately she had opened them again and was gazing at Lou's twitching cockhead with obvious pleasure and admiration. She opened her mouth wide and held out her tongue.
His next blast rose up in the air in a lovely silver spiral. It hung there a second before crashing against her face, curving in a thick trail over her left cheek and directly across her eye. Here the strand veered off over the center of her forehead before disappearing into her hair. Her eyelid gleamed with cum. Her eyelash was matted with it.
"Yes! Come on me! Come in my face!" she wailed. "I love it! Shoot on me! Spunk on mmmf f f ssspppllll!''
The third jet hit her full in the mouth and cut off her speech. It was a huge rope of cum, thick and spinning and two feet long. But virtually all of it shot into her mouth, directly between her gaping wet lips. In an instant, her mouth was full of cum. She was gasping, choking, spewing jizz from her lips.
The sight of all this was too much for Terry. His cock began to twitch over her forehead, and he too began to spurt. His first jet danced down her forehead, right between her eyes and down the side of her nose. It slithered across her mouth and down her chin, mixing with Lou's cum there. A thick glob of it fell into her mouth.
"Not just in my mouth!" she urged, swallowing heavily and clearing her mouth of a great wad of cum. "Smear it all over me! In my eyes! All over my lips! Spray my eyelids! Paint my cheeks! Smear it all the fuck over me!"
Lou fired off another volley. This one foun-tained right up the center of her face. It crossed her mouth dead center, drooled a wad between her teeth, then continued right up over her nose, between her eyes, and across the stream already laid by Terry. It was a monstrous, greasy rope of cum nearly an inch wide.
"Like that! Yes! Paint me with jism! Drown me in it!" she screamed. As she spoke, she forced out heavy globs of cum with her tongue.
Terry's cock was drooling jizz in great heavy strings. He shifted his prick above her face and let the stuff fall in thick globs. Her eyes clenched shut just as one large blotch splattered her eyelid. Another curled over her nose, another across her top lip. One string fell straight into her open mouth.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he moaned. The cum oozed out of him in a steady stream.
Jerry and Stan began spurting at almost exactly the same time. A long streamer of silver cum arced up from each cock and hung suspended in the air. Then together, the two ropes fell splattering across Tricia's face, decorating her with a complicated pattern of wriggling white lines.
One stream landed on her forehead and curled over her eyebrow before looping off diagonally across her opposite cheek. The other curled from a small pool under her left eye to a bigger pool in her right eye socket, draping itself under her nose on the way. The cum mixed and pooled with all the rest of the jizz splattered there.
"More cum! Cream all over me! Spray me with fucking hot jism!" she begged.
For a while all four cocks were spurting in a blizzard of sizzling jizz. But then Lou slid back onto her rib cage and let his cock settle back between her big tits. There it twitched once in a while and oozed out a trickle of warm cream into the hollow of her throat. He was finished.
Terry shot one more stream down over her nose and then he, too, sat back, resting his prick on her forehead and letting it drain lazily into her hair. His cockhead nudged back and forth and smeared the jizz about on her forehead, just as she wished.
Jerry and Stan were still spurting, and they seemed to be in competition as to who could shoot the most cum into her mouth. Occasionally they misfired, and a jet of jism spun off down her cheeks, but mostly they were right on the mark, pumping jet after jet of steaming cum right between her gaping lips. They watched her drink it thirstily.
"Ggglllggglllmmmmm!" she moaned, no longer able to speak. Her throat was clogged, her mouth was clogged, and now the thick squirming pool of cum was backing up, overflowing her lips, slithering down her chin.
Her mouth was wide open, but her teeth and tongue could not be seen. They were submerged under an enormous silver pond. Her gaping lips were sealed with a wall of jizz.
"You wanted it! You fucking wanted it!" Stan croaked desperately. He already sounded guilty about what he was doing.
"Ggglllggg!" Tricia slobbered. She couldn't look at them because her eyes were sealed shut under thick wads of jism. One eyelash was visible, peeking through a great white wash of cum.
Her face was a total mess. It was completely disfigured by swirls and gobs of silver jism. There wasn't an inch of clear skin left. Her face had been splattered beyond recognition. Cum rolled off her face like wax. Her blonde hair was spiky with it.
"Sonovabitch, sonovabitch," Stan groaned. His cock spurted one last time and sent a streamer across her left eye. He let go his cock and let her pump out the dregs. She still clung to both cocks tightly.
Only Jerry was still shooting, and after two more small jets that fell pointlessly into the heaving mess that covered her mouth, he, too, was through. He followed Stan's lead and let go of his cock. He gazed down at Tricia with deep interest, as if he'd never in his life seen anything like her. It was as if he was examining some weird exotic creature at the zoo.
"She wanted it. The stupid cunt really wanted it," Stan groaned. Like the others, he couldn't take his eyes off her gross face.
She was moaning softly and gurgling deep in her throat, slowly swallowing glob after glob of steaming jizz. She didn't sound upset or disgusted. She didn't sound bothered at all. In fact, her groans were full of pleasure. She was whimpering with a deep, satisfied sound, as if she'd finally found what she wanted out of life.
She gripped two cocks in her soiled fingers, pulled them eagerly toward her face. And then, with slow sensuous movements, she started rubbing the cockheads into her skin, smearing the jizz this way and that on her face. She scraped them across her cheeks and into her eyes, she poked them over her mouth. She made her face shine with shimmering jizz. "She wanted it. She wanted it," Stan said.
Chapter Ten
Two days later Mr. Fletcher, the vice-principal, called her into his office after school. He wanted a brief talk with her, he said. He wanted to find out how she was enjoying teaching and this school in particular. But as soon as the door was closed behind her, his smile faded and he sat staring at her without warmth. Sitting opposite him, she felt as if she were being interviewed for the job all over again.
"Is anything wrong, Mr. Fletcher?" she asked pleasantly. "Isn't my work satisfactory?"
"Your work, as far as I know, is quite adequate," he answered humorlessly. "But we both know, don't we Tricia, that teaching involves so much more than simple classroom activity."
What the hell was he going on about, Tricia wondered, gazing at him. He must be near fifty, she mused, but he wasn't bad looking. He was trim and dark and had a sexy mustache. It was too bad that he always wore suits which made him look like a used-car salesman. She found herself trying to remember what he had worn the night of his party, when she'd first met Charlie Peters.
"It involves setting an example. It involves being on your best behavior at all times. The boys and girls have to look up to you."
Tricia began to feel like a schoolgirl, herself, as his lecture droned on. He really was talking down to her, as if she were a child. There might be nearly thirty years difference in their ages, but she was sure there was a thing or two she could teach him. She was growing annoyed.
"Of course, your personal life is no business of mine," he went on. "Unless it starts to in- volve the students at this school."
She glanced at him sharply. What was the old fucker up to? Had someone been talking about her? That was probably it. She'd stayed away from the rest of the staff a great deal since she'd started work at the school. She only visited the staff room if it was absolutely unavoidable. She wanted to avoid Al Banks and Charlie Peters, for one thing.
But when she didn't mix like that, people often thought of her as a snob or something. She'd had that experience before. And they'd begun to wonder about her. They grew jealous, or at least curious. And they talked about her. They might even make up things. She was wondering if someone had seen her on one of her extra-curricular sessions, when Fletcher cleared things up for her.
"The other day you were noticed getting into a van full of boys just a few streets from here," he went on, not looking her in the eye. "It doesn't matter who saw you. That's not important. The point is they were boys from this school, and you were socializing with them."
"They offered to drive me home," Tricia answered. "It's as simple as that. All perfectly innocent."
Fletcher eyed her doubtfully. He stood up and began to pace back and forth. His office was not large, and he didn't have that much room. He circled in back of her then drifted back alongside his desk. He glanced at her from time to time as if she was a defendant and he was a prosecuting attorney.
"I suppose driving you home involves parking in the woods for over an hour. But we'll let that pass. I suppose you could have been teaching the boys English in the back of the van."
Tricia's heart thumped. It was beginning to sound like the son of a bitch had followed them all the way into the woods the other day. Or someone else had, and had told him about it. She didn't say anything. She felt him pacing back and forth behind her chair. What a creep this guy was.
'I also happened to overhear a conversation the other day between two of our male teachers," he droned on. "It doesn't matter who they were, only that they were talking about you. And from what they said, I can only assume that you have had sex with the both of them, very recently. They were very complimentary, I assure you."
Tricia didn't have to think too hard to come up with who had been talking. It didn't really matter. But she was pissed off that they'd let this asshole, the fucking vice-principal, overhear them. Shit, she probably had a reputation all over school by now. She realized suddenly that her job was no doubt on the line here.
"They had nothing but good things to say about your . . . talents," Fletcher continued. "In fact, I got quite curious, listening to them. It seems that you have all kinds of abilities that I didn't find out about when we first talked."
Tricia began to see a glimmer of hope. This prick had her future in his hands, it seemed. If she was extra nice to him, maybe her job could be saved. He hadn't said he was going to get her fired, but he was hinting in that direction. She licked her lips and fluttered her eyes at him, waiting to hear what he would say next.
"The thing is, I don't want to get you in trouble," he said, and now he moved directly in front of her and sat on the edge of his desk. "But I do have certain responsibilities. I have to see that certain standards are kept up."
"I could keep up your standards," she cooed. She decided to take a chance and go for broke. "These abilities I have, they'd keep your standards up all day."
"Oh? And what might they be? Perhaps you could detail them for me." He was leaning back on his desk now, his hands planted behind him, his legs spread before her. He was watching her closely with his shifty eyes.
"I suck a mean cock," she announced matter-of-factly. "I fuck so hard, I could make your balls drop off. I love to take cock up the ass, or between my tits. I love swallowing cum or letting guys shoot it all over my face. The sky's the limit, Fletch. Just name your pleasure."
He stared down at her with a stunned expression. There was a small sound in his throat, like a groan. He didn't speak and he didn't move . . . not even when she drew her chair in between his thighs and began fumbling at his fly with her fingers. He sat quite passively and allowed her to unzip his pants, tug down his shorts, and grip his flopping cock in her hand.
"I do it all, Fletch," she purred. "I can do things for you that you'll never forget. If people are nice to me, I just can't help myself. I have to show my appreciation."
She tilted his slowly growing cock this way and that in her fingers. Without taking her big blue eyes off his face, she then bent her head and began to lick his cockhead with soft little flicks of her tongue. Her pretty red mouth formed a wet oval, she slipped forward, and his cockhead was between her lips. She began to suck him slowly.
"I . . . I . . ." he babbled. He couldn't take his gaze off her face. His cockhead and an inch of prick shaft were in her mouth, and she was teasing him with the tip of her tongue.
"I love to suck cock. I can't help it," she murmured, slipping his cockhead from her mouth and using her tongue to scrape up and down the underside of his growing prick. "Some girls just don't care to suck cock at all, but I can't get enough. I could suck cock all day."
Fletcher was moaning softly as she worked on him. His cock was thickening steadily and rising up against her face like an ugly red spike. She still kept her eyes glued to his face and she smiled at him lewdly. After several more long licks of his cock, she slipped his prick back in her mouth and plunged down deep on it. Her lips nipped at his crotch hair.
"I ... I ... " he croaked. But then he seemed to give up. He sighed deeply and bumped back onto his elbows on the desk. In a matter of seconds she'd brought his cock up to nearly full stiffness.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm," she moaned with pleasure, sliding her mouth up and down on his throbbing cock. She sounded as though she'd got hold of the most delicious food in the world. Her groans were heavy with lust.
But all at once she broke off her lip-lock on his cock. She leaned in closer, forced his open pants down to the floor, and set about wrangling his hard-on from his shorts. It took some doing. His prick was already over seven inches long and it had to be rammed back through the front hole in the shorts. But eventually she had the shorts down below his knees and his prick was snapping back against his belly.
"Your cock's beautiful. I love it," she purred, and she curled her fingers around it once more and drew it down toward her open mouth. She was soon sucking him deeply once again, forcing all of the swollen cock into her face at each thrust.
"Nnnnnn, nnnnn," he croaked. She held the base of his cock in her fingers and pumped as she sucked.
She angled her head, taking his cock deep in her throat. His cockhead bumped against the roof of her mouth then slid into her gullet. Her lips formed a tight seal around his prick shaft. Smudges of lipgloss came off onto it. Wet sucking sounds rose up from his crotch.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm," she groaned again. Her head was dipped in concentration now, but from time to time she glanced up at his face to judge his reaction.
He was still gazing down at her with a rapt, fascinated look on his face. He seemed in a trance. He was completely under her control and there was nothing she couldn't get him to do. Her mouth was doing things to him that he had never imagined possible. His cock was totally hard in her mouth and as big as it was going to get.
She lifted up off him suddenly, letting his cock slop from her mouth. It snapped back against his belly and rolled to one side like a heavy log. He glanced down at her in panic, his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open foolishly. He seemed to be trying to speak, but for some time no sound came from him.
"No . . . don't stop! Please! I'll do anything . . ."he moaned, and he reached out a hand as if to touch her.
Tricia watched him carefully for a second, as if studying a small boy that she hadn't yet quite figured out. Then she reached up, unbuttoned her blouse quickly, and let her big beautiful tits tumble to freedom. She leaned forward, and without touching his cock with her hands, she scraped her tits up the length of his prick shaft, nudging it with her stiff nipple.
"God, yes! I'll do anything! Oh, yes!" he whimpered, and he watched as his cock was tilted this way and that by her slowly swinging tit. Her nipple felt like a hot rock against his bloated prickshaft.
"You like it? My tit feel nice on your cock?" she teased. She shifted over so that her other tit was crushing against his cock. Then she began swaying gently from side to side, angling his prick from left to right and back again with her heavy tits.
"Yes! Oh, God! Don't stop! I'll do anything! Ohhh!"
Tricia let her tits play over his prick for over a minute, scudding her nipples harshly along the thick veins in his cockshaft. Then she dipped down and captured his cock in her cleavage. She pressed her tits together and trapped his prick, and then she was bucking up and down gently, fucking him easily with her tit flesh.
"Nnnnnn, nnnnn," he moaned. He had begun to sweat heavily.
After some time, she paused and gripped his cock with her fingers. She hauled his prick down at an angle and pointed it at her thick nipples. She touched his cock tip to one nipple, circled it around playfully, then repeated the process with her other nipple. His prick had begun to ooze a clear pre-cum juice.
"Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!" he repeated over and over. His cock felt numb and heavy. His balls were sizzling.
Tricia was dipping low again, holding his cock gently in her fingers. Her mouth opened, her tongue stuck out, and she began licking his heavy balls, scraping her tongue every which way over them, making them twitch in their dry pouch. She captured one ball between her lips and began to suck it harshly. The skin of his ball-sac stretched as she tugged on it.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," he wheezed. He could feel the heavy jism boiling in his balls. Her fingers circled his huge cock and jacked it up and down wildly.
She spat out his ball, then slid over to the other one, drawing his cum-bulb into her mouth and squeezing it with her lips and tongue. She bounced it about on her tongue and bathed it in the wet heat of her mouth. His ball was hot and swollen and seemed about to burst. She gave it an extra-special suck before she let it go.
"I love to suck a guy's balls," she gasped, spitting his ball free. "I love to lick balls and suck 'em and stir up a guy's jism."
Judging from Fletcher's face, she was succeeding. He was glaring at her with a kind of weird tension, almost as if he was in pain. He made soft whimpering sounds and opened and closed his mouth like fish. He was completely helpless, draped there across his desk with his pants around his ankles. His red cock rose up from her pumping fist like a huge club.
"You want me to suck you off all the way? You want to come in my mouth?" she asked, scraping her tongue up the underside of his cock all over again. "Or do you want to come on my tits, or in my face? Where do you want to shoot?"
He couldn't speak. He just stared at her with that look of lust and pain, as if he were in a trance. He was completely under her control. She reached the top of his cock with her mouth and corkscrewed her lips down over his cockhead for a quick and expert suck. Then she slopped his prick out again and tilted it back and forth in front of her face.
She tapped his cockhead with her tongue each time it passed her mouth. And she smiled at him lewdly, never once taking her eyes from his face. From time to time, she stuck his prickhead into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it lovingly. Then she spit his knob out and proceeded to swing his cock back and forth while she flicked it with her tongue.
"You'll have to tell me where you want it, or I'll be all confused," she teased. "What's it to be, in my mouth, on my tits or all over my face? Quickly, I don't think we have much time."
He gazed at her helplessly, his eyes glassy. He was shaking his head from side to side slowly, as if her lewd words were more than he could bear. He watched her suck his cockhead, pull it out, tap it with her tongue as she cranked his prick back and forth like a pendulum. Her lovely fresh young face stared right back at him with perfect openness.
"Nnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnn!" he gasped at last, and he seemed to sag back a little on the desk. His legs flailed up weakly and his whole body seemed to quiver.
Tricia had his cockhead in her mouth at the time, and suddenly she felt a monster wad of hot cum smash against the roof of her mouth and jet rapidly down her throat. Cum hung from the roof of her mouth and squished between her cheeks and gums. It slithered down her gullet and seeped from the corners of her mouth.
She seemed to be coughing, gagging, but then she let his cock tilt from her mouth and it was clear that she was laughing. He stared down at her with stunned eyes and watched as her mouth curled up at the sides, opened slow- ly into a wide grin. A great pool of cum flowed off her tongue and slithered down her chin and onto her tits in rubbery strings.
She tilted her head back, as if to keep the silver jism from escaping her lips. In her throat, she made deep gurgling laughing noises. And all the time, her hand pumped his exploding cock right in front of her face. Two elastic strings of cum were hanging from her chin and twirling as she moved.
A giant spray of jism arced up from his cockhead right over the top of her tilting face. It hooked into her blonde hair somewhere, then dropped in a long loop down the entire length of her face. She looked like she'd been painted with a white line from her hairline to her neck. Her eye and cheek were buried under the thick streamer.
"Nnnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnnnnnn!" he moaned, and his ass flexed on the desk.
Tricia was laughing crazily, and now she brought her head back down and lunged for his spurting cockhead with her mouth. When she was inches from it a long jet of cum shot up her cheek and over her left ear, leaving her with a mark like a scar up the side of her face. Cum hung in her hair like string.
Her laughing lips closed over his exploding cock, and she felt it twitch two or three times, filling her mouth to overflowing. She gulped down wads of sizzling jizz and let the rest pour from her lips in a steady stream. Two more long elastic strings formed on her chin.
But then she could hold it in no longer. Her head tilted back once more and his cock fell from her drooling lips. Silver cum poured from her mouth in streams and ran down her chin and neck and down between her tits in a steady flow. She was laughing and gasping and spewing out the hot cream in thick wads. It slithered down her tits and hung off her nipples in droplets.
And his cock was still spurting, firing off a jet that smacked her under her chin and sprayed off in all directions. It shot off another that hit her upper tit flesh and flowed down around and under her stiff nipple until it reached her rib cage. Yet another jet sprang up onto her face and splashed across her mouth.
And all the time, Tricia was laughing like a crazy person, as if taking a cum bath was the funniest thing in the world. Her fist jacked and pumped his jetting cock and twisted it in several directions. And her throat bobbed and her mouth grinned as she spilled overflow cum from her lips. Her eyes were clenched shut with pleasure.
"Nnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnn!" he groaned. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He stared at her as if he was seeing something that he'd never forget as long as he lived.
Still, she went on laughing, never once losing her grip on his shooting cock. She was aiming it at her tits now, making sure her tit mounds were streaked and sprayed with his hot silver cum. Her cum-streaked face tilted back down, and she watched what she was doing. Thick rubbery loops of cum fell splattering from her lips.
Tricia wasn't sure if she had won or lost, but now she knew how to play the game.
