The facade of respectability often crumbles to dust with remarkable swiftness once its protective armor has been pierced.
The relatively minor investigation into the conduct of one police officer results in the discovery of massive corruption within the force. A routine check by the government of a corporation's finances turns Up damning evidence of widespread tax evasion, graft, kickbacks, bribes and payoffs. Insignificant-looking cysts reveal malignant tumors.
And what of the facade of righteousness and puritan morality in the tree-shaded, picket-and-wrought-iron-fenced suburbs of middle-class America?
The serious and shocking story of one pleasant suburb, and of some of the students and teachers in its ivy-covered high school who helped crack the facade - and watch it crumble about their heads.
TWO HORNY, HOT TEACHERS - a novel that goes beyond the fictitious town in which it is set . . . possibly any American town?
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Farrah Anderson was beautiful enough to give any man a hard-on at fifty paces. She was tall, standing five-foot-nine, and she had a face that men dreamed about. Her body was long, lean and magnificent. Her silvery platinum blonde hair always seemed unkept, yet sexy and erotic.
She had sparkling green eyes and a wide mouth and when Farrah flashed that smile of hers, men felt their cocks get hard in their pants.
Her 35B-24-35 physique was finely tuned by hours of hard exercise, and since she taught physical education at the local high school, she got plenty of exercise.
She was twenty-eight, and though she was a little worried about turning thirty in just a couple of yearsy Farrah's physical charms had never been greater.
When Principal Bradley called her into his office that morning between the first and second hours, Farrah's mind was spinning. She wondered if she'd been caught by someone doing something she shouldn't have - something like getting her seething cunt licked by one of the male students.
"Hello, sir," Farrah said softly to the distinguished-looking principal. "You said you wanted to see me?"
"Yes," Principal Bradley said in a grave voice. "Step into my office."
Farrah was beginning to wonder if maybe she should have, changed into her street clothes before coming to her superior's office. The swim suit she had on, though it was a one-piece job, clearly showed how her nipples made dents in the sheer, clingly nylon fabric. Her long, naked legs scissored smoothly as she stepped into the small office, sitting in the one chair that faced Bradley's desk.
Bradley closed the door behind Farrah, pausing to watch the stunningly attractive blonde move. Though he liked big tits on a woman, Farrah's body really made his cock hard. That crazy, lion's mane hairdo, with the swirling mass of platinum blonde tresses always going this way and that, moved with every step she took.
Farrah's gorgeous face, that wide mouth seemingly begging to be kissed, to be filled with a big cock, had an immediate effect on Bradley. His prick, all twelve throbbing inches of it, was beginning to stretch down the leg of his trousers. He moved to his desk, sitting down quickly so the gorgeous teacher couldn't see the growing lump in his pants.
"As you well know," Bradley began, trying to sound as authoritative as possible, "there's been trouble brewing in this school for the last couple weeks. It borders on gang warfare."
"Yes, sir, I know," Farrah said, still not having any idea why she had been asked to Bradley's office. "The trouble is apparently between the Jocks and the Cools. The Jocks are all athletes. The Cools are all involved with their cars and that sort of thing."
"Precisely."
Bradley cleared his throat, looking at the scantily clad woman sitting before him. The leg holes of the swimsuit weren't cut particularly high on the hip, but she still revealed an expanse of thigh flesh that made his prick pulse painfully in his pants.
"And what I want you to do is get to the bottom of the trouble, then put an end to it."
"Sir?"
Bradley's eyes locked into Farrah's as he looked straight through her, into her soul. "I want you to put an end to the fighting. I don't care how you do it. I don't care whose help you enlist. I just want the fighting to stop . . . now!"
Bradley cleared his throat, his eyes roaming down Farrah's body to her pointed nipples making themselves seen poking out the tight swimsuit.
"Just get the job done, Miss Anderson. Until you get the job done, all your other duties will be put on hold."
"No more phys. ed. classes?"
"Not until this fighting stops."
Bradley got up and walked around the desk. His face was set hard, like granite, his hips pursed into a thin, severe line. He leaned against his desk, his crotch now at face-level with the beautiful woman.
"I didn't say anything when I saw you licking Kandi Murphy's pussy last month, and I didn't say anything when I watched you getting your hot pussy fucked by Bob Needles, the French teacher."
Farrah's heart was pounding in her chest. He saw her doing those things! Farrah knew now that she would have to follow every order given by Principal Bradley if she was ever going to keep her job.
"I see," she said slowly. "You just want me to end the fighting ... using any assets I might have."
"Exactly."
"And if I need the help of a friend, you'll take all teaching responsibilities away from her, too, until the assignment is completed?
"Yes."
"Principal Bradley?" "What?"
"I'm going to give you the best blow-job of your life."
Farrah sat on the edge of the chair, calmly reaching out and unfastening Bradley's belt. She opened his pants and pushed them down just enough to get his cock and balls out. She gasped at the size of Bradley's prick. It was the biggest hunk of cockmeat she'd ever seen!
"You're hung like a horse!" Farrah whispered.
The cock dangled out from Bradley's crotch, a long, squiggly blue vein running along the broad upper surface. Beneath the cock hung Bradley's balls, egg-shaped inside the hairy nut sac. Farrah suspected that those nuts would give her a great deal of cum. And if there was anything Farrah Anderson loved, it was cum.
She wrapped her hand around the shaft of Bradley's awesome cock. With her hand around the prick, Farrah was surprised to find she still had more cockmeat to suck on that most men had to begin with. She began stroking the fiery prick, bringing her hand back and forth over the burgeoning length.
Farrah blew her warm breath against the pricktip. The head of Bradley's cock was mushroom-shaped, as big as a small apple, looking as delicious as any pricktip Farrah had ever sucked. She licked her lips, making them shine. Her wide mouth was perfect for giving blow-jobs, but she had never been challenged before with a cock that measured a mind-boggling twelve inches.
"I love your cock," Farrah sighed, raising the prick.
Because Bradley's cockpole was so huge, it didn't stand up on its own like smaller cocks. Instead, it drooped out from his body, the cockhead angling slightly downward. The horny blonde raised the cockpole so the cockhead was pointed toward her mouth.
"I'm going to suck you dry as a bone."
The hot-blooded teacher brought her lips to the head of Bradley's cockpole. At the first contact of flesh to flesh, the prick leaped in her fist. Farrah hilted her head back, looking up into Bradley's face as her tongue snaked out between her lips, grazing along the underside of the throbbing pricktip.
"Mmmmmm!" she purred, delighting in the manly flavor of the cockhead.
She lapped the cock, curling her tongue around the fat crown of Bradley's prick while her right hand worked back and forth from the rim of the knob to the root. She pounded the cock firmly but gently, not in any hurry to receive her rich reward of delicious fuck-cream. Right now all Farrah was concerned with was sucking cock.
"Lick it, Miss Anderson," Bradley said.
He crossed his arms over his chest and trying to appear nonchalant. The fact that his thighs were flexed into painful knots of hard muscle was proof that he wasn't nearly as calm as he was pretending.
Holding the cock higher, Farrah opened her mouth as wide as possible, turning her face to one side as she moved closer to Bradley's body. She began nibbling on the shaft of his prick rod, chewing with her lips while making sure her teeth didn't graze over the sensitive cockpole.
Farrah took her time, tonguing and chewing on the jaw-stretching shaft of Bradley's prick. She grabbed the cockhead in her fist, squeezing the spongy cockknob, feeling it pulse against her palm. Her nipples were hard, standing out prominently through her swimsuit.
"Mmmmmmm!" she crooned lustily, giving her head a little shake to move the satiny, soft curls of blonde hair away from the spit-slickened meatpole.
The size of Bradley's prick was almost frightening. As she licked the throbbing cockshaft, she wondered what the huge prick would feel like slicing into her seething, forever-horny cunt and rubbing against her tingling clit. The thought made her quiver as she leaned closer to Bradley's body, grabbing his hairy balls and pressing them against her cheek as she tongued the base of his prick.
"Very good," Miss Anderson," Bradley said calmly, fighting to hold the jism in his nuts for as long as possible.
The heat of Farrah's cheek against his throbbing balls made him want to release his pent-up wad of cock-cream. But he knew that if he did that he'd only make a mess of the floor of his office. Besides, Bradley had other plans for his spunk.
"Lick them," Bradley instructed. "Lick my balls!"
Farrah raised the balls, sticking her tongue as far out of her mouth as possible. She lapped the egg-shaped cum-givers, tonguing them slowly and tenderly, exciting Bradley.
The blonde opened her mouth as far as possible and used the tips of her fingers to tuck one nut inside the warm, moist recesses of her mouth. She sucked on the balls while rolling her tongue around them, hollowing her cheeks in to conform them to the flesh.
"Mmmmmm!" Farrah purred, savoring the meaty flavor of Bradley's balls.
She could feel the shaft of his prick pulsing hotly against the side of her face as she tongued his nuts. It wasn't until Farrah had gotten both balls wet and slippery with the juices of her mouth that she finally turned her attention back to the shaft of Bradley's gigantic, fiery cockpole.
Farrah slipped smoothly off the chair, resting on her knees on the floor of Bradley's office. The lust-swollen petals of her pussy were slick with pussyjuice, sticking wetly to the tight-fitting swimsuit. Farrah wanted to peel the suit off to free her taut, up-turned tits and finger-fuck her turgid pussy, but she didn't want to do anything that might annoy Bradley.
"Now you get the full treatment," she cooed softly, flicking her tongue out snake-like to graze the tip over Bradley's pisshole.
A pearl-like drop of pre-cum oozed from the cockknob. Farrah stroked the prickshaft while fondling Bradley's balls, watching the pre-cum glistening from the overhead lights. She inhaled deeply, catching the pungent aroma of cum. Her mouth watered in anticipation of gulping down the rich, creamy bolts of jism she knew would blast from the older man's huge cockhead.
Tonguing off the pre-cum, Farrah's taste buds were tantalized by the salty, acrid flavor of spunk. Trembling, remaining on her knees, she brought her lips to the head of Bradley's prickpole and began gulping it into her mouth.
Farrah's lips crept slowly over the cockhead, finally slipping over the rim of the crown. She squeezed her lips around the prickshaft, putting her tongue to work on the underside of the pricktip. Her slick, pink tongue danced over the cockknob, curling around the delicious crown and lapping up any pre-cum that drooled from Bradley's pisshole.
"Mmmmmft!" Farrah slurped.
Holding the cock in her right hand and his balls in her left, Farrah turned it on for Bradley. She swarmed her head and shoulders, gulping the cockpole into her lovely, attractive face until the pricktip was pressing firmly against the opening of her throat. The huge, fat, throbbing cockpole stretched and ovaled her luscious lips, distorting the woman's magnificent facial features.
"That's it, Miss Anderson," Bradley said softly, feeling the spunk rolling to a boil in his balls.
He wondered how long he could have the hot-blooded blonde wench sucking on his cock before he gave her what she so obviously craved - his cum.
For Farrah, who loved giving blow-jobs, Bradley's cock was the best in the world simply because it gave her so much to suck on. She bobbed over the prick, dragging her hot lips over the rubbery, sensitive rim of the cockhead. Her tongue was in constant motion, flicking here and there, probing for the most sensitive spots on Bradley's prick.
"Mmmmmmmft!" the blonde crooned, her nipples literally aching for attention.
As Farrah sucked cock, her cuntlips were split by her swimsuit pulling up unnaturally tight between her legs. Her clit was red-hot, begging to be caressed. A stain of pussyjuice showed in the burnt orange swimsuit.
Chewing on the fiery prickshaft, Farrah shook her head; her hair flicked over her shoulders as her tits bobbled. She trembled, salivating freely around the cockrod, filling her hot, wet mouth with the man's meaty prick. She whacked harder and faster on the prickshaft, amazed at how much cockmeat her hand could travel over while her mouth continued working feverishly on the cockhead and several inches of stem. Farrah's cheeks were caved in, squeezing the sides of the prickrod.
"Ohhhhh! Goddamn it, Miss Anderson, you're going to make me cum if you keep that up!" Principal Bradley said through clenched teeth.
Those were precisely the words Farrah had been waiting to hear. She removed her hands from his cock and balls, wanting to get him off with just her hot lips and frisking tongue. Tilting her head back, her lips pulled out, the cockhead almost coming out of her mouth. She looked at Bradley's face and was pleased to see that it was completely distorted with his raging lust.
Farrah put her hands on the principal's quivering thighs, holding him steady as she jerked her face over his cockpole. She sucked furiously on the prick, hot, slurping sounds coming from her as she gave the cock every bit of her experience. Her hair flew around her shoulders, slapping the sides of her face as she filled her hungry mouth with his cockhead and shaft.
"Ummmmg!" she slurped.
The lusty teacher nearly gagged on the awesome cockpole when it slammed against the back of her mouth. Her neck swelled out to accommodate the huge, bullet-shaped knob of Bradley's prick. Tears pooled in her wide green eyes, but she continued whipping her hot lips over the cock, driven on by the insatiable need to gulp down his fuck-cream.
Farrah felt the cockrod bucking between her lips. She tongued feverishly against the delicious, red-tinted cockhead, flicking her tongue against the pisshole to lick off the pre-cum that oozed out.
"Miss Anderson ..."
Holding just the tip of the rod between her lips, she felt the enormous shaft jerk. A thick, spewing jet of spunk exploded from Bradley's balls, screaming through the long tube of his prick before exploding from the pisshole. The cum, thick and creamy, splashed over Farrah's frisky tongue, filling her mouth with its salty essence.
She pushed her face forward, chewing the cock deeper into her mouth as Bradley's body spasmed. His throbbing cock jerked between the blonde's butter-soft lips.
A second streamer of spunk exploded from the prick, splashing against the roof of Farrah's mouth and spewing over her tongue. She swirled the mass of fuck-cream around, tonguing it against the prickknob from which it had come. She savored the salty, sharp flavor as she chewed the prick deeper into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmft!" she purred, her cheeks hollowed as she drew an even harder vacuum on the jetting prick.
When her mouth was completely filled with jism and cockmeat, Farrah swallowed. The gooey blobs of spunk trickled down her gullet, coating her mouth and throat with the manly flavor of Bradley's cum. Farrah continued bobbing her head and shoulders, whipping her hot lips over the rim of the cockhead.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Bradley sighed weakly, feeling his balls emptying themselves in the beautiful blonde's hotly sucking mouth.
Farrah sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. The prick knob flexed against her tongue, spitting out several more rich eruptions of jism that she quickly gulped down. Her tits jiggled, held snugly to her body by the swimsuit. Her blonde-fringed pussy hungered for a cock to fill it.
"Mmmmmmm! Ummmmmm!" Farrah crooned lustily, grabbing the root of Bradley's prick.
She squeezed it from the base, working her hand slowly toward the fat cockhead. She managed to get a couple more precious drops of nectar from Bradley's prickshaft before she let the cockpole slip out from between her lips.
The cock drooped out from Bradley's body. Farrah tongued the cockpole clean, lapping at it tenderly. When she was finished, she tucked Bradley's cock and balls back into his pants and zipped him up, allowing him to refasten his belt.
"You're incredible," Farrah said, remaining on her knees and looking up at her superior. "I've never sucked a cock that big in my life. Give me another chance and maybe I'll even be able to deep-throat it."
"All in good time, my dear," Bradley said, walking back around his desk and sitting down wearily. "Right now you've got other matters to attend to."
"Right," Farrah replied.
She left Bradley's office, already thinking of how she could end the feud between the Jocks and the Cools.
Chapter Two
"You know this is positively insane," Brigette Mannon said over the telephone. "I can't imagine how you're going to do it."
"Not me," Farrah's voice came through over the small speaker. "Us! I'm enlisting you to help me.
Brigette sighed. She'd sucked off Principal Bradley before and knew what kind of wild thrills his cock could give a woman. Still, it was hard to believe he'd assigned Farrah the task of ending the problems between the Cools and the Jocks. And now that gorgeous, long-legged blonde was telling Brigette that she was supposed to help.
"I think it is ridiculous," Brigette said, leaning back in her bed and blowing smoke rings. We'll both get canned from the school."
"Don't worry about it. As long as we calm the troubled waters - "
"And keep Principal Bradley's prick nice and happy."
Brigette could hear Farrah laughing softly on the other end of the connection. She knew what kind of horny wench the beautiful physical education teacher was.
"Yes, and keep Bradley's prick in our cunts or mouths, we'll be fine."
Brigette kicked her feet over the edge of the bed.
"Let me have a chance to sleep on it. I'll give you an answer in the morning."
When Brigette hung up, she went straight to the small dressing table in her bedroom and looked at herself.
She was beautiful and she knew it. There wasn't any arrogance or conceit in the realization - it was merely an accurate assessment of her physical charms. She had ebony hair that came down just past her shoulders. The soft, shimmering curls of her hair she usually parted down the center of her head. Her eyes were large and dark brown, filled with raw sexuality and amusement. Her lips were full, made for kissing and sucking cock.
Brigette Mannon's body was a sculptured piece of truly feminine art. She stood five-eight and had a 36C-24-36 figure that looked magnificent in almost any thing she wore. Brigette's areolas were round, chocolate-brown, like candy, with nipples just waiting to be sucked on by a man or woman.
In short, Brigette Mannon was a sexy woman, and though she spent her days as a librarian, there were those students who knew the mild-mannered librarian could suck cock as well as anyone around.
She picked up a brush from the table and ran it through silken jet-black tresses. From a drawer in the table Brigette withdrew a white, lacy garter belt with matching white silk hose. From another drawer the hot-blooded woman took out a sheer white bra and white bikini panties.
"These should do for starters," Brigette murmured to herself, rolling the stockings up her succulently tapered legs.
When Brigette was finished putting the garments on, she inspected herself in the mirror. The bra was so sheer her circular areolas could easily be seen. The smooth, caressing fabric of the bra made her nipples tingle and they were poking out proudly, almost defiantly.
Her eyes scanned lower, to the apex of her thighs. She could see her dark, triangular patch of cunt hair puffing out the panties. A few errant wisps of black hair peeked through the leg hold of the bikinis, making Brigette smile.
The lace garter belt encircled her waist, with two straps running down each leg, fastened to the tops of her white silk stockings. Brigette's smile broadened. She looked ravishing - and she felt the need to be ravished.
She went to her closet, looking for a dress to wear. Nothing seemed to exactly fit the mood she was in. Looking in the corner of the room, she saw the navy blue car coat she'd neglected to hang up after coming home from school.
"Impossible," she mumbled to herself. "Not even a cock-sucker like myself would do that."
She returned to the dressing table and applied fresh make-up. After eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, lipstick and perfume, Brigette picked up the coat and put it on. She buttoned it up and looked at herself in the mirror one final time. The bottom of the coat just barely covered the tops of her stockings. If she should sit down or bend over, anyone behind her would get a breathtaking, mouth-watering display of her ass.
Brigette found the Cools - Ed and Frank Samuels, and the boy called Johnny - at the video arcade, right where she knew they'd be. After all, they were the Cools and made most of their spending money by playing video games and betting on them with the other boys around them. And the Cools just didn't lose. It was as simple as that.
The big-titted librarian waited in her car until one of the boys - Johnny - came out. He went straight for the souped-up, mint-condition 1959 Chevy. Brigette guessed he was going to take a slug from the bottle undoubtedly stashed inside the car.
She leaned out the window of her car and waved her hand just enough to get the boy's attention. "Hi, Johnny!" she called, glad there wasn't anyone else around on the street. "What are you up to tonight?"
"Hey, Miss Mannon, what you doin' around these parts?"
Johnny walked up to the car, and looked in. The sight of Brigette took the breath from his lungs. Her coat was partially unbuttoned and he could see the lace cups of her bra, along with a succulent cleavage of tit flesh. Below that, he could see her thighs almost all the way up to her cunt. It surprised the boy - who was seldom surprised by anything.
"I thought I might finally get a chance to ride in that fancy car the Cools are so proud of. What about giving me a ride?"
"Count on it," Johnny replied quickly.
Brigette wrapped her arms around Johnny's neck, giving his hands room to roam about her body. She parted her lips, accepting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, nibbling lightly on it as his hand slipped inside her coat to cup her luscious right tit. Even through the fabric of her bra, his hand felt warm on her tit. The nipple was hard as a rock, aching to be pinched and fondled.
"Mmmmmm!" Brigette sighed, turning her face away from Johnny to have him kiss her perfumed neck. "That's feels nice, Johnny, real nice."
Johnny squeezed Brigette's tit, his fingers digging into the pliable mound, the nipple burning a hole in his palm. He bared his teeth and nipped the librarian's neck, biting her almost hard enough to be painful. He couldn't believe he was actually parked at Lover's Point, necking with the gorgeous librarian, feeling her tits!
"You're something else," Johnny said huskily, his prick throbbing inside his pants. "You always go out without any clothes on?"
"Shut up, Johnny. I don't want to talk. I'm not in the mood for it."
Brigette did not fight against the boy when his hand went down to her knee. The contact made a shiver pass up her spine. She spread her knees and the coat pulled up higher, exposing her bikini panties. Johnny's hand moved slowly over the silk, sliding along the feverish flesh of her thigh until he felt her cunt through her panties. The panties were moist at the crotch with pussyjuice.
"What a cunt," Johnny said softly, his lips nuzzling Brigette's earlobs. "You're a hot one, all right, real hot!"
Brigette quivered, sitting in the front seat of the old Chevy. Initially she had started out to seduce the boy so that he might use his influence as the leader of the Cools to stop the fighting with the Jocks. But now all she was concerned about was getting her seething pussy filled with hard, young cockmeat.
The fingers were rubbing against her clit, making the pussyjuice ooze more freely from her hungry cunt. The silk panties slid over her clit and burning cuntlips, a soft caress in contrast to the hard fingers. Brigette kissed Johnny again, this time invading his mouth with her tongue. She danced her tongue over his, wanting to feel his cock shoving deep into her fiery pussy.
When Johnny's hand moved away from her cunt, Brigette was about to protest. But then she felt his hand at her coat, unbuttoning it, and she knew better things were about to happen.
"What a fucking body," Johnny sighed, opening Brigette's coat.
A floodtide of pride swept over Brigette Mannon. She loved it whenever a young stud like Johnny complimented her body. She was twenty-five and in the middle stages between full, womanly maturity and the rosy innocence of her teenaged years.
Brigette leaned forward and Johnny helped her take the coat off. She tossed it into the back seat, twisting in the front seat and leaning against the door to let the boy see everything she had.
Slowly, teasingly, Brigette brought her hands up her body until she cupped her full, tumid, C-cup tits. She squeezed the tits, making the creamy mounds of feminine flesh billow out the tops of the bra's cups invitingly.
"I want you, Johnny," Brigette said in a sultry purr. "Tell me what you want."
"A blow-job ... for starters," the boy replied.
Brigette's dark-brown eyes were glowing with lust. She pushed her fingers through her hair, smoothing the ebony tresses away from her face. Some of her lipstick was smeared off now but her lips were still red and pouting.
She reached behind her back to get to the clasp of her bra. The move pushed her tits out even harder against the cups and Johnny did not resist the temptation to reach out and squeeze both tits. Brigette sighed, rolling her head back on her shoulders as his hands worked over her sensitive tits, pinching the nipples. When she unclasped the bra and pushed the straps down her arms, her huge, milky tits bobbled from her chest, the areolas dark, the nipples extremely hard and tingling.
"If it is a blow job you want, that's what you'll get," Brigette said, rolling her tongue lewdly around her mouth. "But don't cum in my mouth. I want you to fuck me, lover boy. Don't you forget that. I want your cock stabbing into my cunt!"
"Count on it," Johnny said quietly. He leaned back against the door, kicking his long legs out on the passenger side floor. "Now start sucking, Miss Mannon."
Brigette shook her shoulders a little, sending her tits in motion. She thought about taking off her panties, but decided that Johnny might want to do that himself when he wanted to fuck her. She didn't want to deprive him of anything.
Brigette shifted in the front seat until her weight was all on her left asscheek. She leaned forward, pressing her elbow in the seat and slowly pulled down the zipper of Johnny's tight-fitting jeans. It was dark in the car and she couldn't see exactly how big his prick was, but her fingers told her he had a mighty cock that would surely fuck her into cumming.
"I love sucking cock," Brigette cooed lustily, opening up Johnny's jeans. "I really get off on it."
When she worked his half-hard meatpole out the fly of his pants, Brigette gasped. Johnny's prick was a full eleven inches long - damn near as big as Principal Bradley's enormous cock! Though Brigette didn't like to admit it, she was a size queen, enjoying big cocks far more than smaller ones.
Brigette inhaled deeply, catching the mouthwatering aroma of Johnny's cockpole. She loved the smell of a boy's prick almost as much as she enjoyed the taste and feel of it sliding in and out of her hot mouth.
Curling her fingers around the shaft, Brigette felt her cunt tighten. Johnny's cock was bigger than what she had hoped for, a towering column of youthful prickmeat that filled her hand and would, in time, fill her mouth and pussy.
"You're big," she murmured, but the words were muffled because her lips were already touching the spongy head of Johnny's cock.
Brigette flicked her tongue out as she began pumping on the broad shaft of Johnny's prick. The hot, salty taste of the cock pleased her taste buds. She lapped slowly, taking her time as she rolled her tongue around and around the flared, throbbing pricktip.
"So big! So delicious!" Brigette cooed, her warm breath passing over the crown of the cockpole.
As she licked the cockhead, Brigette's big tits hung beneath her, the ultra-sensitive tip-tips grazing against the seat cushion. Her satin panties were pulled up tight to her crotch, pressing firmly against her lust-swollen cuntlips. Her clit was pulsating, begging for attention.
Brigette let the head of Johnny's magnificent prick slowly part her lips. She opened her jaws wide to accommodate the gigantic cockhead. As soon as the ridge of the pricktip slipped between her lips, she swiped at the knob with her tongue while her ruby red lips kneaded and massaged the cockshaft.
"Ohhhhh! Suck me, baby!" Johnny groaned, the appreciation he felt at the beautiful librarian for giving him a blow-job obvious in his tone.
Brigette closed her eyes. She couldn't see anything anyway because only the moonlight filtered through the windows, and being as low in the front seat as she was, there wasn't any light to see Johnny's beautiful column of muscle.
When Johnny shifted in the front seat, Brigette helped him so that his legs were on either side of her body. She was nearly curled into a little ball on the floor of the old Chevy as she slowly and tantalizingly brought her lips up and down over the boy's throbbing prick.
As she sucked, filling her mouth with Johnny's cock, Brigette stroked his huge, oval-shaped prickshaft. The cock was hard as a steel pole, and each time her tongue flicked against the underside of the pricktip, Brigette could feel the prick throb powerfully with lust.
"Mmmmmmm!" the brunette crooned, dropping her face down.
The mushroomed tip of Johnny's cockrod rubbed against the roof of her mouth, spreading her lips. A salty drop of pre-cum slipped from the piss-hole, only to be immediately licked off by the librarian's dancing tongue.
Brigette removed her mouth from the cock. She brought her hand up to the pricktip, getting her palm moist with the spit she left behind. Once her hand was lubricated, Brigette jerked on the cock, working her hand from Johnny's pants to the crown of his throbbing column of teenaged prickmeat.
"Ohhhhhh! Awwwwww!" Johnny sighed, his balls tingling from the feel of Brigette's hand on his prickpole.
He squirmed in the front seat of the Chevy, trying to remain calm while the exquisitely beautiful brunette with the succulently rounded tits gave him a hand-job. Looking down, all he could see was the inky swirling mass of her hair around his waist.
Brigette continued sucking on the giant-sized prick until she was certain it had grown to its full, jaw-stretching size. Then, letting the cock slip out of her mouth with a loud popping sound, she sat upright in the seat.
"Lick my cunt," the librarian instructed.
Brigette was giggling like a teenager as she pushed her legs out at Johnny, one foot over the back of the seat, the other on the column of the steering wheel. Johnny twisted in the seat as Brigette suddenly realized there wasn't any way he could pull her panties down with her legs spread so far apart.
"Just a minute," she said, then was shocked when the boy shredded her panties, ripping them from her ripely curved hips easily. She felt the material digging into her hips briefly before the silk tore.
"I can't wait!" Johnny hissed impassionately.
The big-titted wench's eyes fluttered, then closed as she felt Johnny's hands on her silk-encased thighs. The next thing she felt was his tongue - hot and wet and stiff - spreading the fiery lips of her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Brigette sighed, the window against the back of her head forcing her chin to her chest.
Brigette gave herself totally to the hot, lusty emotions going through her. To have a young, teenaged boy tonguing her pussy made her feel incredibly sexy. Each time his tongue swiped across her clit, blazing lust made her body jerk and quiver. Her tits bobbled on her chest, spread slightly from gravity, the nipples hard and throbbing.
"Lick meeee!" Brigette begged, not caring if people in nearby cars could hear her.
As she felt the hot, slithering tongue push deep into her cunt, Brigette began to wonder what would happen if somebody came to investigate the old Chevy. The people in the cars at Lovers' Point were most likely students at the high school, and they would certainly recognize her.
Whatever fear of exposure Brigette had vanished when she felt Johnny shove his finger into her cunt as he nibbled on her budding, juicy clit. The boy shoved his finger full-length into her pussyhole with one long plunge.
"Ohhhhh! Lick it!" Brigette purred. "Bite my clit, lover boy! Suck on it!"
The brunette got her reward immediately. Johnny was quite a stud, despite his few years, and he knew what to do when he put his mouth on a hot pussy. First she put her hands on his head, forcing his mouth to mash harder against hat turgid cuntlips. Then, when Johnny shook his head to indicate he wanted complete freedom, she grabbed the milky, jiggling mounds of her tits. Her first finger and thumb rolled the nipple of each tit, sending tingles jolting through her.
"Deeper! Stick your tongue in me deeper!" Johnny shoved his tongue into her seething cunthole, licking out the pussyjuice. Each time he reached her lust-hardened clit, he whipped it with his tongue.
The librarian's legs twitched, her high-heeled shoe tapping against the windshield. She released her tit just long enough to crank the handle of the old Chevy, lowering the window. Her head was on the door. Opening her eyes, Brigette saw the stars shining overhead. Everything was glassy, glazy, her eyes misted over with rampaging lust. "Ohhhhhh!" she sighed. Johnny tongued the woman's clit and withdrew his middle finger from the squeezing embrace of her pussy. He put the slick digit against Brigette's asshole, rubbing the rear opening to make it wet with her pussyjuice.
"W-what are you doing?" Brigette gasped, her breath coming in quick, short gulps. "Relax . . . just relax." Johnny's words hardly registered in Brigette's brain. She felt his tongue rolling around her tingling, fiery clit, working the pussyjuice to flow more freely from her pussy. At the same time she felt him start to push his finger into her ass. She wanted to protest, but Brigette was too close to cumming to do anything much more than mumble incoherently.
It felt odd to have her asshole fingered while a hot, probing tongue explored the depths of her cunt. Brigette had been ass-fucked before, but it still was a little tender having her bunghole reamed out with Johnny's finger. He shoved into her until his fist slammed hard against her taut, quivering, warm asscheeks.
"You're going to make me cum," Brigette sighed, feeling her insides turning over as the rising inferno of seething desire swept her away.
Johnny wasn't the most handsome boy in school, but he had no trouble getting girls. As soon as they found out how great he was at licking cunt, he practically had girls lined up around the corner begging him to tongue their young, hot pussies.
"Johnny!" Brigette gasped, jerking and twitching in the front seat of the Chevy, her head out the window as the slick waves of girl-cum began splashing out of her cunt.
Johnny shoved his tongue into her pussyhole until his nose was jammed hard against her clit as the juicy eruptions of girl-cum gushed out. He tongued furiously, trying desperately to drink every single drop of feniinine oil that sluiced from the librarian's overheated cunthole.
"Ieeaaahhhhh! Johnny! Ohhhhh! I'm cummingggg!"
Her eyes fluttered as she soared in the afterglow of her fantastic orgasm when Brigette felt the tongue being removed from her pussy. She wanted a moment to just rest and relax, but she knew the boy wouldn't give her that.
"Wait a minute," Brigette sighed. "Just give me a couple minutes, okay?"
"No way, Miss Mannon!" she heard Johnny say. "I've got a cock that's been waiting too long already!"
Chapter Three
Brigette trembled as Johnny jerked open his jeans and pushed them down his legs. He grabbed her, pulling her down so she was flat on the front seat with her feet up, one on the dashboard, the other over the back of the seat, her pussy open slightly and waiting for his monstrous, eleven-inch cock.
"I'm going to fuck you!" Johnny hissed lustily, flattening his body down on top of Brigette's.
The librarian's tits were mashed against her chest, the heavenly mounds becoming rounder, squeezing out under Brigette's arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the blunt head of his cock nudging her fiery cuntlips.
"Yessss! Oh, Johnny, fuck me!" Brigette sighed.
Even though she wasn't completely ready yet to take the horny boy's towering, rock-solid cock into her cunt, she still wanted to get fucked. The feel of his lean, sinewy hips sliding between her thighs, the heat of his body passing through her silk stockings fired the delicious desires of her clit once again.
The cockhead was huge, but Brigette's cunt was wet and juicy from her own orgasm and Johnny's mouth. The pointed crown of the prick forced her cuntlips apart and Johnny shivered as he felt the woman's rosy petals surrounding the tip of his prick.
"You're hot," Johnny whispered, his face close to Brigette's as he eased his huge cockpole into her cunt. "Nice and hot. I like that."
He pushed five inches of his prickrod into the seething recesses of Brigette's pussy, then pulled back so that even the ridge of his pricktip was outside her cunt's embrace. Then, with a deep, animalistic growl, her threw himself down upon
Brigette.
Brigette's legs flopped on the dashboard and seat as she bounced slightly on the seat of the old Chevy. Johnny threw everything he had at her, reaming her cunt with his prick until she trembled and moaned.
The hugely swollen, red-hot cock plowed into her, the throbbing cockhead driving deep into Brigette's curvaceous body, sinking into her to the hilt. The veined, broad upper surface of Johnny's cockpole rubbed against Brigette's drooling clit, sending jagged bolts of ecstasy through her.
"Fuck me!" she sobbed, her tits being crushed by Johnny's chest.
"Kiss me," Johnny commanded, pushing her fingers through Brigette's sWning ebony tresses.
Brigette opened her mouth hungrily, taking the teenager's tongue into her mouth. Every nerve in her body was tingling. Brigette clawed the boy's shoulders through his shirt, urging him on, wanting him to plow his massive prick into her pussy with every ounce of energy in his body.
She sucked on his tongue, curling her tongue around the slick intruder, tasting the boy's mouth. As the hard, jack-hammering prick plowed into her pussy-hole, Brigette could feel how smoothly Johnny's hips slid against her silk-encased, tapered thighs.
"Give me it all," Brigette sobbed in Johnny's ear, hugging his muscular shoulders.
Johnny's legs were bent at the knee, his feet nearly touching the roof of the Chevy as he fucked the horny librarian. Each time he sank every inch of his prick into her tight cunt, his hairy balls slapped into the crevice of the brunette's quivering asscheeks. Johnny wondered what it would be like to sink his cockpole into her ass.
The thought fired the boy's lust. He skewered Brigette's body, pounding her womanly flesh, feeling her tits cushioning his weight. The heat and firmness of Brigette's tits, even through his shirt, delighted Johnny. When he had felt them in his hands, he couldn't believe how hot and firm-yet-soft they were. Now, crushed by his chest, they were just as magnificent.
"Ohhhhhhh! You feel so good inside me," Brigette sighed, reaching down to put her hand on Johnny's naked ass, feeling it riding up and down as he fucked her hard and fast.
Shoving his tongue deep into Brigette's mouth, Johnny felt his balls slapping against her asscheeks. The cum was simmering in his balls. He put his hand on Brigette's thigh. The silk was smooth against his hand.
"You're tight," Johnny whispered, sinking his prickrod to the hilt in the clasping cauldron of Brigette's pussy, then leaving it there to feel her cuntal muscles working on his cock.
Johnny ran his hand from Brigette's knee down toward her ass, feeling the silk stop and her flesh begin after the top of the hose. He rubbed her lace garter belt with his thumb, savoring the erotic and contrasting sensations of cool, smooth silk and hot, feverish flesh.
His balls rested in the crevice of Brigette's asscheeks. She could feel the heat of his egg-shaped cum-givers right on her asshole as his cock flexed deep inside her pussy. She, too, wondered what it would be like to take his cock instead of just his finger into her ass.
"Cum, Johnny," Brigette whispered, holding the boy's face in her hands and looking into his eyes. "I want your cum inside me."
Though Johnny had been allowing his prick to feel all the subtle contractions of Brigette's pussy earlier, his words spurred him into action. He pulled up, nearly taking his cockpole completely from her cunt, then stabbed her with his fiery eleven inches of cockmeat.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" the boy grunted, throwing himself down between the librarian's quivering thighs, slamming his pelvis against her as he reamed her pussyhole.
Brigette always loved fucking teenagers, but this one really knew what he was doing, and that made it especially erotic for her. She shivered, her tits being flattened by his heaving chest as Johnny filled her seething cunt with his prick. Pussyjuice squeezed out between her cuntlips and the jack-hammering cockpole as the burning ember of desire was once again ignited in
Brigette's pussy.
Trembling, sighing, feeling her cunt getting filled again and again, Brigette Mannon waited impatiently for the glorious feeling of having her womb'deluged with molten cum. She always loved the feeling of a big, throbbing cock plowing into her pussy, then becoming even larger as jets of white, creamy spunk filled her body. There was no other feeling quite like it in the world for the big-titted brunette with the insatiable need for cock.
"Yesssss!" Fuck me hard!" Brigette begged, no longer caring if the people in the nearby cars could hear her. Nothing mattered now but getting the boy's fuck-cream in her pussy.
"Sweet . . . Sweet Miss Mannon," Johnny gasped.
Brigette felt his cock get even longer and she knew it was the time. She grabbed Johnny's face and pulled him down, mashing her lips against his, thrusting her tongue into his mouth to taste his sweet juices even as he pumped his other juices into her pussy.
Trembling, quivering, bouncing on the seat of the old Chevy, Brigette lanced her tongue against Johnny's as thick, salty wads of fuck-cream were pumped into her cunt. Over and over again the huge cockhead jerked and spit out a vast eruption of cum. The white globs of jism were splattered against her slick cuntwalls.
Each time the boy reamed Brigette's pussy-hole with all eleven inches of his cock, his quaking balls gushed out another streamer of spunk as they slapped her rounded, trembling asscheeks.
Brigette continued French kissing Johnny until he had given her every last drop of cum from his balls. When he jammed his prick into her one last time and left it there, resting deep in her pussy, she knew she'd taken everything from him she could.
Brigette hooked her ankles together, holding Johnny against her so he couldn't remove his cockpole from her pussy. She tingled all over, her ebony hair splayed out around her head like a dark, satiny halo.
"You're one hell of a stud," she purred, her full, red lips close to Johnny's ear. "But it is late. You'd better take me back to my car."
"Tomorrow . . . tomorrow night I'll meet you at the same place."
"But - "
"But nothing! Just be there."
Chapter Four
Farrah was dressed to kill and she knew it. The black slacks fit her like a second skin, hugging her long legs and showing off the succulent, mouth-watering curves of her ass. In sharp contrast to the slacks she selected a loose-fitting white silk blouse, neglecting to wear a bra beneath it so her nubby tit-tips could make then-presence known.
The horny platinum blonde completed her outfit with open-toed, high-heeled silver shoes.
She didn't even wear panties beneath her slacks, knowing that they would only get in the way for what she had in mind.
Something in the way Principal Bradley had directed her to end the fighting between the Cools and the Jocks told Farrah that if she didn't do as she had been commanded, she would lost her job. No matter how good she was at giving blow-jobs, no matter how often she sucked and fucked Principal Bradley, he'd throw her ass out of the school if she didn't complete the assignment foisted upon her.
She still hadn't gotten any confirmation from her friend Brigette Mannon on whether the librarian would help her, and that bothered Farrah. She was certain she'd need help in ending the running battle between the two gangs.
So today Farrah was determined to get the ball rolling and do what she could do about ending the fighting . . . even if it meant fucking Jonathan, the leader of the Jocks.
"What was it you wanted to see me about?" Jonathan asked, closing the door behind himself as he stepped into Miss Anderson's office. "I haven't got much time before I've got to get to my biology class."
Farrah leaned back in her chair, swiveling it around so she faced him. She crossed her legs at the knee, putting one elbow up on the back of her chair to make her blouse open a little more than it normally would have. The white blouse was unbuttoned below her tits and Jonathan could see the gently sloping inner swells of her melons.
"Don't worry about that," Farrah answered, her voice a husky purr of raw passion. "I can fix that for you." "Really?" Jonathan asked suspiciously. Slowly, making sure she didn't miss any of the major points, she then explained to Jonathan that she had been thinking about him for a long time, and that she'd like nothing more than to have his big cock shoving hard and fast into her cunt. Farrah also explained that she wouldn't fuck him in school.
"Meet me right after practice," Jonathan said, the huge lump in his pants evidence of his anticipation and excitement. "We'll go for a cruise, or something like that. Hell, maybe we'll even find the Cools and get in a rumble!"
Farrah didn't like the thought of the Jocks fighting the Cools, but she didn't say anything. Besides, there was time to change Jonathan's mind about such matters - as soon as she had her cuntlips wrapped around his cockpole.
The hot-blooded woman jumped in the van as it pulled to a stop in the parking lot. Jonathan was behind the wheel. She didn't see Rock and Randal hiding in the back until it was too late.
"What are you doing here?" Farrah demanded of the two boys. "You aren't supposed to be here!"
Jonathan spoke up first. "The coach always told us teamwork was the way to go. If one of us is going to get fucked, it's only right that we all get fucked!"
The hollow laughter she heard coming from Jonathan mingled with the screeching of tires as the van headed out of the high school's parking lot.
Farrah unsnapped her slacks, trying to muster up as much courage as possible under the circumstances. Though she was anything but a virgin, fucking three young studs at the same time was something she'd never done before, and something she wasn't certain she could handle.
After unbuckling her shoes and kicking them off, she slowly slipped down the zipper of her slacks. The boys were watching her with bug eyes, staring hungrily at her crotch, waiting for their first peek of her blonde-fringed pussy.
"The only thing I have to say to the three of you," Farrah said, sounding more confident than she really felt, "is that you don't hurt me."
"Then you want to be the Jock's old lady?" Rock, the hulkish boy, asked.
Farrah flashed him a lusty grin. "That depends on how hot a stud you are."
Within seconds Farrah was stripped completely naked in the back of the van. Jonathan had switched placed with Randal, who now drove. Rock and Jonathan each had their pants down to their knees and had sprouted big, throbbing hard-ons just waiting for Farrah's attention.
"I've never made it with more than one guy at a time," Farrah murmured, wrapping her hands around both cocks. "Just take it easy on me."
Farrah was too beautiful, especially naked, for the boys to take it easy on her. As soon as she touched Rock's prick, he hooked his hand around her neck and pulled her close.
It felt perverse for Farrah to be naked in front of so many boys, especially boys she hardly knew. As she kissed Rock, Jonathan moved quickly around behind her. His hands slipped around her body, cupping her sensitive tits, pinching and tugging on the nipples to send fire through her limbs.
She trembled, feeling Jonathan's fingers tugging on her cherry nipples while Rock slipped a hand between her naked, silky thighs. The contact of fingers to her moist, hungry pussy sent shivers racing through Farrah's body, making the slick cuntal fluid ooze more freely from her cunt. Her nipples grew harder in Jonathan's hands. As she kissed Rock's mouth, she could feel Jonathan kissing her smooth, satiny shoulders.
"Mmmmmmm!" Farrah moaned, getting into the swing of things, sucking on Rock's invading tongue like it was a small cock.
Her cheeks caved inward as Farrah kissed Rock. She still held onto Jonathan's big cock, even though he was now positioned behind her. She squeezed his prick, unable to do anything more than that to it. Holding firmly onto Rock's stubby but very thick column of lusty cockmeat, Farrah stroked the rigid prick from the base of his prick to the cockhead.
When Rock broke the kiss, his eyes were burning with intensity. He grabbed a handful of hair at the top of Farrah's head and jerked down, forcing her face to his crotch.
"I want to see that beautiful face stuffed with my cock," he hissed almost angrily.
It shocked Farrah to be manhandled so forcefully, and when the fat cockhead of Rock's prick slammed against her lips and filled her mouth, she nearly choked on the heated, meaty invasion.
"A www www!" Rock groaned, keeping a firm hold of Farrah by her luxurious mane of hair as he felt her lips encircling his throbbing prick.
At first Farrah started to struggle against Rock, but then, feeling Jonathan's fingers prying into her pussy and spreading her cuntlips, she decided the best course of action for her to take would be to simply go along with whatever the three hot-blooded young studs wanted. At least that way she was fairly certain she wouldn't get hurt.
The teacher shifted her weight, getting her knees beneath her more securely as she raised her ass, exposing her moist pussy to Jonathan. She'd never taken a cock into her cunt and mouth at the same time, and as Farrah tasted the pungent, meaty flavor of Rock's pulsing cockpole, she found herself impatiently awaiting the hard, pulse-pounding invasion of Jonathan's fuck-stick into her cunt.
"Mmmmmmm!" she crooned, allowing Rock to force her face down until the huge head of his prick was nudging firmly against the opening of her throat.
Farrah put her hands on the boy's huge thighs, giving herself the opportunity to push - herself away from him if he got too brutal, too demanding. Of course, even Farrah realized that Rock was far too strong for her to effectively fight him off, but at least she would be able to get his cock out of her throat if he crammed his cockpole too far between her lips.
Farrah's ruby red lips were ovaled around the broad prickshaft. She ran her tongue against the underside of the cock-pole, rubbing the hot, hard flesh to make it grow even more. As she felt Jonathan jerking a finger in and out of her pussy, Farrah started bobbing her head and shoulders, chewing on the cock that filled her hot, moist mouth. She gnawed lightly with her lips, dragging them over the stem of the cockpole while her tongue did its special erotic dance that guaranteed the beautiful platinum blonde a reward of hot, salty cum.
As she gave the blow-job, Farrah's shimmering hair swirled around Rock's waist, flicking against his thighs to tickle him. Drawing a hot suction aginst the cockhead, Farrah's cheeks caved inward as she used the tip of her tongue against the little piss-hole, waiting for the pre-cum to start oozing out, as she knew it would.
Jonathan removed his finger from Farrah's cunt. He put the finger to his nose and inhaled. The stunning teacher's pussy smelled sweet, and he knew she'd taste just as good as she smelled. His prick, all nine vibrating inches of it, ached to be inside that hot cunt, driving hard and fast like a jack-hammer, pounding into the deepest recesses of Farrah's juicy fuck-hole.
He got in position behind Farrah, rubbing her asscheeks with his palms while his big cockpole wagged about at his waist. The cockhead was pointing at Farrah's cunt like it had eyes to see.
A deep, low, growling sound came from deep in Jonathan's chest as he lunged at Farrah, tossing his powerful hips at her ass.
Farrah was knocked forward from the impact of Jonathan's blunt, spongy cockhead slamming against her tender, puffy cuntlips. She inhaled in shock, and then Rock's cockhead jammed into her throat, making Farrah gag. She tried to get away, to have at least a couple seconds to get her bearings straight, but the boys just wouldn't let her have that. Instead, she quivered on her hands and knees as two demonlike columns of young cockmeat reamed out her body, fucking her mouth and pussy at the same time.
"Ohhhhhhh! She's got a tight pussy!" Jonathan sighed, sinking almost all of his long, fiery cockpole into Farrah's hot, massaging pussy. Looking down, he saw how her asscheeks were parted slightly. He began rubbing her asshole with his thumb as his cock slid deep into her cunt.
Farrah's mind was spinning. She never dreamed she'd be in a moving van, sucking one young boy while she fucked another, knowing that a third boy had to be satisfied before she would be finished with them. A part of her mind said the whole situation had gotten completely out of hand, and that she should get Rock's cock out of her mouth and scream her head off for the police.
But Farrah knew she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't call the police because Jonathan's prick was filling her hot, hungry pussy just the way she liked it. Each time he plowed into her, shoving nine pulsating inches of young cockmeat into her turgid cunt, his prick rubbed against her clit, sending jolting waves of lusty electricity through her veins.
"Mnimmminmmm!" she crooned, moving her lips in a chewing motion on Rock's prick while shaking her ass to accept Jonathan's invading cock from different angles.
"She's one hot lady," Jonathan whispered, rubbing Farrah's taut asscheeks while he slipped his prick between the buns, driving his cockhead into her pussy until the prickknob slammed against her womb.
The blonde's nipples were tingling buds of raw flesh that needed attention. She hardly had time to think about her wish when Rock reached down and grabbed one tingling tit-tip between his first finger and thumb. He pinched the nubbin hard, making Farrah twitch with discomfort and pleasure as she gulped his prick to the back of her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh! I'm going to give you a load, cock-sucker," Rock groaned.
The boy's huge, powerful arms were around her body, his hands mauling Farrah's tits as she whipped her lips back and forth over the ridge of his pricktip. She slapped the pisshole with her tongue, licking off the pre-cum as soon as it trickled out. Rock's jism was extremely salty, very gooey, and Farrah could hardly wait to swallow his wad. She didn't have long to wait. As she flicked the tip of her tongue against Rock's slitted cockhead, a gummy explosion of fuck-cream splattered over her tongue and against the roof and back of her mouth. Farrah swallowed quickly to keep from choking on the thick, creamy blobs of jism.
Dragging her hot, kneading lips back and forth over the rim of Rock's pricktip, Farrah could feel the knob flex, expanding to an even greater size a fraction of a second before another jet of fuck-cream gushed from the boy's hard, thick cocktube.
This time Farrah was ready for it. The spunk shot against the back of her throat and she swallowed quickly, feeling the sticky substance trickling down her neck. More spunk geysered from Rock's pricktip, gushing over the blonde's whipping tongue, tantalizing her taste buds as she nibbled and sucked the fiery meatpole.
"Awwwwww! Suck meeeee! Eat it all, cock-sucker!"
Even Rock's insults couldn't make Farrah angry. Being able to swallow every precious drop of his spunk was certainly worth being called a few foul names. Besides, thought Farrah, I am a cock-sucker and I love it!
Chapter Five
As soon as Rock removed his prick from Farrah's mouth, she twisted on her ass, getting Jonathan's throbbing prick from her seething pussy.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jonathan demanded, his anger flaring as he thought for a moment the stunning blonde was going to try to stop him before he shot his wad.
"Fuck me, Jonathan! Fuck me hard!" Farrah gasped breathlessly, spreading her long, lean legs wide. She grabbed Jonathan's prick, guiding it to her hungry pussy as he flattened his body down atop hers.
Farrah's hard nipples were tingling, sending hot sensations through her veins as her smallish tits were crushed against her rib cage by Jonathan's strong, sinewy chest. She raised her feet, spreading them even further, providing a silky valley of thigh flesh for Jonathan to slide between as he powered his big cock to the hilt in her juicy pussy.
As she kissed his mouth, Farrah shoved her tongue between Jonathan's lips, tasting his sweet juices. Her fingernails clawed at his back through his shirt, scratching him, adding pain to his spine-tingling pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm!" Farrah moaned, nibbling on Jonathan's lower hp as he pummeled her body, pounding her against the floor of the jock's van.
Each heated invasion of cockmeat sent new waves of raw ecstasy rippling through Farrah's body. She trembled as she literally bounced on the floor, being pounded by Jonathan' jack-hammer thrusts of cockmeat into her seething pussyhole. She could feel his cockhead slamming hard against her womb, spreading the walls of her cunt as it drove constantly deeper into her feverish pussy.
The prick reamed out Farrah's cunt, rubbing against her clit to heighten her pleasure. She knew it woudn't be long before she came, before her slick pussyjuice slushed from her pussy in waves. Farrah's body was too fine-tuned to accept this much pleasure without responding in such a fashion.
"Ohhhhhh! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard!" Farrah panted, urging her lover on, wanting to take every last inch of his cock, every last drop of his wonderful, precious fuck-cream.
Farrah could feel her orgasm building. Only a few more hard, turgid strokes of cockmeat into her pussy and she'd be over the edge, past the barrier, and drifting in the spine-tingling world of pure, uninhibited sensuality.
The gorgeous teacher had been so involved in fucking Jonathan that she hadn't noticed Rock and Randal had changed positions. Rock was now driving the van and Randal, with his pants down around his ankles, was kneeling near Farrah's head.
"Suck me, slut!" Randal said, hooking his hand under her head, raising her face to his rock-hard prick.
As soon as Farrah's lips surrounded the head of Randal's prick, it added that final touch of eroticism to her senses that she needed. She began twitching as pussy-juice gushed from her overheated pussy, squeezing between the petals of her cunt and Jonathan's ramrodding column of young, solid cockmeat.
' 'Mmmmmmmmmm!'' she moaned, her cunt flexing to massage Jonathan's mighty prick.
The taste of Rock's slick, juicy spunk was still on her tongue as she mouthed Randal's prick. She quivered, her cheeks sinking inward as she hungrily, lustily chewed on the prick, accepting it to her mouth until the boy's pricktip was pressing demandingly against the opening of her throat.
Farrah was at the peak of her excitement when Jonathan slammed his crotch down against hers. She felt his cockhead expand even more and begin jetting out wads of slick, creamy , spunk into her pussyhole.
Sucking, consciously working her cunt-muscles to milk Jonathan's balls dry as her pussyjuice spewed from her pussy, Farrah was in a world of harsh, real, raw excitement. Her mind was spinning as the last of her pussyjuice oozed out of her feverish pussy. Two different cocks were pushing furiously into her body, one into her cunt and one into her mouth.
"Hurry up, man, I want a shot at her, too!" Randal said, shoving his cock between Farrah's lips until the bullet-shaped head of his hard prick nearly pushed into her throat.
Farrah couldn't behveve her ears. She'd been xYaougYi so mwcYi aikea&y ftie idea of Yiavmg another cock reaming out her satisfied and tingling pussy was too much to think about.
Her body went limp as she savored the delicious afterglow of her orgasm. Farrah's knees were angling up toward the roof of the van, her high-heeled shoes flat on the floor. Her arms were down at her sides. Her chin was near her right shoulder. Farrah Anderson, a physical education teacher, didn't have any energy left.
She felt Jonathan removing his cock from her pussy and a moment later Randal was taking his place. Farrah made a soft, kitteniish whimper of pleasure as she felt his broad, conical pricktip nudging her cuntlips, then spreading them apart as he shoved all eight inches of his prickpole into her wet pussy on the very first thrust.
"Ohhhhhh! She's a tight one!" Randal sighed, working his prick around inside the teacher's hot, cum-filled cunt.
Even through her ordeal, Farrah was still incredibly beautiful. Her wide-spaced, beautiful green eyes had a glow to them, the glow of sexual fulfillment. Her fluffy hair was spread out around her head like a golden halo. Her dazzl-ingly white teeth were stark against her ruby red lips, which glistened with a light coating of spunk that Rock had left behind.
"Give it to me," Farrah purred, raising her hands, touching Randal's face with her fingertips.
She looked into his eyes and saw the lust that burned in his soul. It pleased Farrah that she could arouse the boy so intensely, and she gave her hips a little shake to add a fraction more pleasure to his cockpole.
"That's what I like to hear!" Randal said.
As he put his hand between their bodies to cup one of her luscious titties, Farrah again raised her feet, this time bringing her knees up along the boy's sides. The move tilted her ass up somewhat, making her cunt a little more available. Her knees rubbed against Randal's sides, just beneath his arms.
"Fuck me hard," Farrah said quietly, looking up at his face that was just inches from her own. "Don't be afraid. I won't break."
Farrah got the reaction from Randal she wanted. Immediately after she'd spoken the words Randal threw everything he had at her, stabbing her tender cunt with his thick, steehsh prick, sinking his cockpole to the hilt in her pussy. He gouged his fingers into her tingling tit, pinching the nipple hard as the teacher's cuntlips massaged and kneaded his throbbing cock.
"Ohhhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" the boy grunted, exerting ah his might into fucking the gorgeous teacher as fast and furiously as he possibly could.
The sound of Randal's dong slicing in and out of her cum-soaked pussy surprised Farrah. She'd never taken so much cum into her body in such a short time before, so everything that was happening was all new to her. As she rolled her head from side to side on the floor of die van, she could feel the broad upper surface of Randal's cock gliding smoothly against her red-hot, sizzling clit.
The hot-blooded teacher trembled. Everything Randal did excited her. His hand, even though he was brutally hard, felt fantastic against her nipple as he pinched and tugged and rolled the cock-tip. His cock, rocketing back and forth between the petals of her pussy, rubbed against her clit and filled her cunthole with its thickness.
As she got her pussy filled with cockmeat, Farrah began wondering where the boys were driving to, where they were taking her. The question didn't haunt Farrah for long because, without much warning, she felt the approach of yet another mind-boggling orgasm.
"Ahhhhhh! Randal, you're so hot inside my cunt! Fuck meeeeeee!" she wailed, her voice echoing in the van.
Farrah shivered through a small orgasm. It was pleasing, but not the kind that made it feel as though the top of her head was going to come off. As a thin trickle of cuntjuice squeezed between her pussylips and Randal's driving prick, moisting her tight asshole, she felt the boy's cockhead pound her womb, then gush out a huge streamer of jism.
"Yessss! that's right, my darling," she said softly, in complete control of the situation once again. "Give me your cum. I want it all!"
Randal reamed the teacher's seething pussy several times as his jerking, overheated balls burst, showering Farrah's cuntwalls and womb with his burning jets of cum.
As Randal rolled off Farrah, she stifled a giggle that wanted to escape from her chest. This whole crazy scene might turn out better than she had thought. Much better, in fact. She had more cockmeat than she knew what to do with, and that was a problem that didn't bother Farrah in the least.
Chapter Six
Brigette knew that Johnny would be angry. She sat at home, alone in her one-bedroom apartment. Although she had promised to meet Johnny near the arcade, she was now backing down on her agreement. Brigette just couldn't make herself meet Johnny to suck his cock and fuck him until he hadn't a, drop of spunk left in his balls. There was something about it that was just too lewd and lascivious for her to accept.
So she sat at home, waiting in her most erotic and revealing lingerie, knowing that Johnny would come looking for her. And when he came to her, then she'd give him a blow-job, if that was what he wanted. But he had to be the one coming to her, not the other way around.
The lingerie had been given to her by an old boyfriend. It was made of black lace, with red trimming. The teddy was crotchless and cupless, allowing Bridgette's big, firm tits to slosh freely from her chest, completely surrounded by red lace. The garment actually only covered up Bridgette's stomach, allowing her tits, cunt and ass to be seen and felt at any man's wish. From straps attached to the bottom of the teddy, Brigette kept her thigh-high patterned stockings up.
Sitting on her sofa, a sultry smile played with the librarian's luscious mouth. Johnny would flip the moment he saw her. With her big tits out there for him to see, the round, chocolate-brown areolas open for inspection, topped by hard, tingling nipples, he would spring a hard-on even before he got through the apartment door.
To wait for Johnny, dressed as she was, was the most blatantly cock-hungry thing Brigette had ever done. She thought about Farrah, and how she had said she'd help in calming the troubled waters between the Jocks and the Colts. But in her heart Brigette knew that the only reason she was waiting for Johnny was the fact that she wanted his cock. If some other good came out of fucking his brains out, that was fine. But all Brigette was really interested in was getting her fiery, hungry fuck-hole filled with his big cockpole.
Brigette's thoughts were interrupted when she heard a loud, fast, demanding banging on her door. That would be Johnny, Brigette thought. And by the way he was much more pissed off than she had suspected he'd be for her not meeting him at the arcade.
When Brigette unlocked the door, it burst open with startling suddenness. Brigette was knocked backward, the hard wooden door hitting her left tit, sending her tumbling to the floor.
"What? What's going on?" Brigette squealed, sitting on her ass, looking up into the faces of three very angry and horny high school students.
"Where the fuck were you?" Johnny demanded, towering over the fallen teacher. "You dumb cunt! Do you think you can stand me up and get away with it?"
"Johnny, it's not like that at all! Really!"
Brigette knew her words were falling on deaf ears. The boys were all looking at her tits and cunt, feasting their eyes on her succulent flesh. It was absolutely clear to her that she'd be sucking their big pricks and fucking them until they'd had enough sex to last them a week.
"You're coming with us," Johnny said, reaching down and grabbing Brigette by the arm.
Brigette gasped when she was jerked to her feet. Her 36-C tits bobbled and swayed from her chest, the outlining red and black lace of the teddy drawing attention to feminine mounds of tit-flesh.
"I can't go out there dressed like this!" Brigette tried to twist out of Johnny's grasp, but he was much too strong for her.
Before Johnny, Ed and Frank pushed Brigette out of the apartment, they allowed her to grab her shoes but nothing else. As she walked down the hallway of her apartment building, Brigette could only hope that nobody she knew would open their door and see her. That would be the final indignity, one that she couldn't take.
The evening breeze was warm against Brigette's naked flesh. She heard some wolf whistles, but couldn't tell from whom they'd come from a moment before she was pushed into the back seat of the Cools' Chevy.
"Please, Johnny, don't do this," Brigette said as the car squealed out of the parking lot. Brigette was in the front on the passenger side.
"Start sucking, cunt!" Johnny hissed, pushing himself against the side of the car, exposing his crotch. "Looks like you were ready and waiting for us."
Brigette swallowed the lump in her throat, wishing she knew the right words to say to the boy. "I-I didn't expect all of you, Johnny. I thought you'd come to my apartment alone."
His cruellaughter shocked Brigette. "Don't be a dumb cunt. You'll do all of us if I tell you to . . . and that's exactly what I'm doing right fuckin' now!"
The brunette knew her choices were limited. She could do what Johnny told her to, or she'd get raped. It really made little or no difference if she willingly accepted the commands that were given to her - the final outcome would still be the same.
Trembling slightly, Brigette leaned over in the seat, her tits jiggling as she rested on her elbow, keeping her upper body propped up. She unzipped Johnny's pants and his cock sprang out instantly, the cockhead taut and bullet-shaped, the shaft like a steel pole. His prick was throbbing with lust, needing only Brigette's mouth to provide the added stimulation to bring it that extra fraction of an inch before it reached its full, jaw-stretching, mouth-filling size.
"This is obscene," Brigette whispered, feeling Frank's gaze on her as she prepared to give his buddy a blow-job.
"Hurry up," Johnny hissed. "I ain't got all night, ya know. Frank and Ed gotta get their shot at you, too."
The librarian's hair fell down the sides of her face, hiding her exquisite features as she brought her lips to the rubbery, meaty head of Johnny's prick. She kissed the prick, smacking lightly on the flesh, letting her glossy, painted lips play over the spongy rod so that it wagged about from Johnny's waist.
"Mmmmmm!" Brigette purred, her naked cunt getting hot and moist. She flicked her tongue out, grazing it over the tip of Johnny's prickhead. The cock jerked in response to Brigette's slithering caress.
"Ohhhhh! Lick that cock," Johnny sighed, smoothing Brigette's hair away from her face so that his friend could watch what she was doing to his cock. "Ain't she beautiful? Huh? Ain't she beautiful with my cock in her mouth?"
"You bet, Johnny!" Frank eagerly replied. "Just don't take too long 'cause I've got a prick so hard I think it's going to burst right now."
Brigette listened to the boys' conversation. She felt like a whore, but that didn't bother her all that much. It was strange for her to be giving a blow-job to a boy in the back seat of a moving car while another boy watched everything she did, but the strangeness of it was what really made it exciting for her. Reclining on her side, Brigette raised her left knee, pointing it straight up to spread her thighs, exposing her pussy with the pink petals to Frank.
She slurped, pushing her face down a little further, letting her lips creep over the head of Johnny's cock until they encircled the prickshaft. She held all of his delicious cockhead in her mouth, drawing a firm, tantalizing suction on the meat, allowing her cheeks to sink inward, squeezing the sides of the prick.
"She's got one hell of a fuckin' mouth," Johnny said softly, hoping the Chevy would pull along side another car so the strangers could see that he was getting a blow-job.
Brigette blotted out all the insults, everything Johnny, Ed and Frank said to her. The only thing that concerned her was Johnny's big prick, and pleasing it as much as possible. She bobbed her head and shoulders, sucking several more inches of the meatpole into the cauldron of pleasure that was her mouth.
The horny librarian chewed down the broad shaft of Johnny's cock, nibbling with her lips, sucking hard on the meatpole as it distorted her smooth facial features. She trembled, her nipples elongating, one tit resting atop the other as she squirmed on her side in the back seat of the Chevy.
"Ohhhhhh! Deeper, Miss Mannon," Johnny said.
Brigette's lust was rising, but not so much that she didn't notice what was going on around her. Johnny's tongue had a softer quality to it. Now that she was giving him the blow-job that he so deperately needed, he didn't need to prove how tough he was by ordering her around.
The brunette crooned, gulping the prick into her hot mouth until the hugely swollen cockhead was pressing against her tonsils. Brigette held the cock deep in her face, swirling her tongue against the heavily veined shaft of Johnny's prick while her lips moved in a chewing motion on the cockshaft.
She pistoned her head and shoulders, dragging her hotly sucking lips to and fro over much of the boy prick. Her painted, glossy lips gnawed tenderly, eroticaUy on the shaft. Brigette pulled until the rdge of the cockhead was at her lips, then she whipped the clefted underside of the knob with her tongue while her teeth barely grazed over the lust-hardened flesh.
'HDhhhhhh!" Johnny sighed, leaning back in the seat, his huge, pulsating prick stretching the fly of his jeans.
He could feel the jagged edge of his zipper biting into the base of his fiery prick, but that didn't bother him because the librarian's buttery-soft lips were working lewd, erotic magic on his cock.
As she gave the blow-job, Brigette put her left hand between her obscenely parted thighs. Her cuntlips were puffy with lust, moist with cun-tal fluids. The pink clit at the top of her pussy was hard as a small pebble, itching and tingling madly, hungry for a boy's hot tongue to please it.
"Fucking A!" Frank hissed, watching Brigette play with her pussy. "I never thought she was like this!"
Brigette smiled, despite her lips being ovaled by Johnny's prick. Sure, the boys never thought Brigette Mannon, quiet librarian, was a hot, cock-sucking nymphomaniac. But she was - she was as cock-hungry as any woman or girl at the school, and even though she didn't dress lewdly when she worked, she was still ready to take cockmeat into her body at any time.
Brigette crooned, flicking her tongue against Johnny's piss-hole. She tasted the first drop of pre-cum to tricle from the dehcious prickknob. The salty flavor of his spunk delighted her. She dropped her face down, impaling herself on the prick unil Johnny's mushroomed pricktip smashed hard against the back of her mouth.
Her tits wiggled tautly from her chest. Brigette, her mouth filled with half of Johnny's cockrod, shoved her middle finger deep into her ravenous, needing recesses of her pussy. She rubbed her sizzling, red-hot clit as she thrust her finger to the hilt in her cunt.
When Johnny grabbed one of Brigette's jiggling tits, sinking his fingers deep into the pliable mound, she trembled, glad to have the added stimulation on her already turgid body. Her flesh seemed electrified, all sensations heightened to such an extent that even the most casual of caresses took on astonishingly erotic qualities.
Brigette shifted her position shghtly, pressing her cheek against Johnny's stomach. From the corner of her eyes she could see Frank's face. His eyes were large, eyebrows arched over his eyes as he stared in lusty amazement at the beautiful, big-titted librarian who was dressed so obscenely and sucking cock like it was the best thing she could ever possibly do.
With Frank now having a better view of what she was doing, Brigette really turned it on. She let Johnny's prick shp out of her mouth, then made a lewd spectacle of tonguing his cock as it stood out proudly from the boy's tight-fitting jeans. Brigette kissed the cockhead, smacking loudly so that everyone in the car could hear exactly what she was doing.
"I love sucking cock," Brigette said breathlessly. Though she said the words for the benefit of the boys' egos* in her heart Brigette Mannon knew she was telling the truth.
As Brigette's pink tongue lashed and whipped Johnny's cockhead, her hand was a blur between her legs. She was finger-fucking herself furiously, stabbing her juicy cunt with her middle finger, reaming her fuck-hole out until her palms mashed hard against her cht to send red-hot waves of raw ecstasy rippling through her curvaceous body.
"Miss Mannon . . . you're going to make me cum," Johnny said, his voice rasping and hoarse as he struggled to keep the spunk in his balls. Brigette's lust was building as fast as
Johnny's. She had no intention of allowing his hot, sweet, thick jism to spew from his piss-hole onto the floor of the Chevy. Something as precious as Johnny's cum had to be shot against her tongue, or in her pussy. Brigette just wouldn't allow it-to be any other way.
Opening her red-lipped mouth wide, Brigette captured the head of Johnny's meatpole once again. She bobbed her head quickly, dropping up and down only an inch or two to work her lips over the sensitive ridge of his pricktip. She used her tongue like a weapon, flicking it over the pisshole to hck off the pre-cum the moment it oozed through the huge, long, pulsating tube of the boy's cock.
"Awwwwwwww! Suck meeeeee!" Johnny wailed, his thighs twitching as he lost contrl of his jism.
Brigette had her tongue curled part away around the cockhead when she felt the knob flex, then spew out a thick stream of cum against the roof and back of her mouth. Johnny's cum was hot, salty and gooey, just the way Brigette liked it to be. She swirled the mass of spunk around his cockhead with her tongue while a second and then third mighty, splattering eruption of jism gushed in her mouth. It wasn't until she couldn't hold any more cum and cockmeat in her mouth that Brigette finally swallowed. A pearl-like drop of cum clung to the corner of her mouth as she piston-ed her head and shoulders, no longer finger-fucking her pussy as she centered all her concentration on the bucking, spewing cock that filled her mouth.
Brigette moaned soulfully, dropping down over the rod to take it to her tonsils. A blast of spunk was shot straight down her throat, and she swallowed instinctively to keep from choking on the blobs of salty fuck-cream.
Brigette continued sucking on the prick, nursing it dry until she squeezed the last drops of cream from the tube of Johnny'sprick. As the cockrod got softer, Brigette was able to take more of it into her mouth, nearly capable now of swallowing all of the boy's delicious cockpole.
"That's . . . that's fine for now," Johnny said. There was very little bravado in his voice now. "You can get Frank off next."
Brigettte sat upright in the seat, rolhng her tongue around her lips to hck off what little cum was there. She smiled as best she could at Frank, wondering what kind of stud he'd turn out to be. She was no longer self-conscious about being dressed as she was in the cupless and crotchless teddy. Her clit was too hot for her to care whether the whole damn world watched her fuck - just so long as she had a dick in her pussy, spreading her cuntlips, within the next couple minutes.
Chapter Seven
By the time Johnny got his dick back in his pants and had zipped himself up, Brigette was more than ready and willing to take on anything Frank wanted to throw at her. Her cunt was dripping pussyjuice, the pink lips spread slightly, waiting for a hard cock to take the place of her finger.
"What do you want?" Brigette asked the boy, helping him crawl over the back of the seat. The boys were cruising and weren't about to stop the car just so Frank and Johnny could switch positions. "I'll give you what you want, anything you want. A blow-job? Maybe you'll fill my hot snatch with your cock. Huh? Would you like to fuck me?"
"You're goddamn right I would!" Frank had his jeans open, pushing them down to his thighs, yis cock sprang out, nine sohd inches of cockmeat guaranteed to satisfy Brigette's ravenous need for sexual satisfaction..
Without waiting to be asked, Brigette grabbed the boy's cock and began stroking it. As she gave Frank a hand-job, she pushed her C-cup tits out. Frank feasted his eyes on Brigette's magnificent tits, then dipped his head down and sucked one luscious nipple into his mouth.
"Ohhhhh! Yes, suck on my tits," Brigette purred, continuing to move her hand from the root to the head of Frank's fiery meatpole.
The head of his cock went through her palm, seemingly going straight to her cht which was stiU blazing out of control, needing desperately the stimulation that only a boy's hard, pounding, invading cock could give.
Frank opened his mouth as wide as possible, sucking Brigette's nipple and areola into his hot, turgid mouth. His tongue flicked back and forth, lashing the hard, tingling nipple to send electrical current coursing through the librarian's veins.
"Nice . . . soooooo nice," Brigette cooed, jerking harder on the boy's throbbing prick, feeling the mighty column of youthful cockmeat pulsing hotly in her fist.
Though Frank's prick wasn't as long as Johnny's big cock, his prickrod was more thick than normal, and Brigette knew he would split her cuntlips far and really tantalize her cht when he fucked her.
Brigette shook her shoulders, sloshing her tits around, beating the boy's face with her soft, warm, delicious tits. Frank released her nipple, turning his attention to her other tit-tip. When he captured the sensitive nubbin, Brigette let out a long, soft purr of primal ecstasy.
"I'm going to fuck you dry," Brigette whispered, pushing the fingers of her free hand through Frank's hair, forcing his mouth to press deeper into the luscious, plushly rounded tit that seemed so hot it would burn up at any moment.
"I've got to fuck you now," Frank hissed, sitting up straight in the back seat.
Brigette knew the boy wanted a show almost as much as he wanted to get fucked, so she was determined to give him one he'd remember. She pushed him to the far side of the seat, then shd over to the opposite side in the old, mint-condition Chevy. She twisted in the seat, raising one foot to kick it up near the back window. She put her other foot on the floor of the Chevy.
"You want this?" Brigette asked teasingly, using the fingers of her right hand to spread her cuntlips a little, giving the boy a glimpse of her pink, glistening fuck-channel. "Sure you do. Every boy in school wants to fuck Miss Mannon, the librarian. Don't they? Come on, Frank, you can tell me."
Brigette was pleased with herself and her own erotic charms when Frank couldn't respond verbally. The kid was so turned on all he could do was nod his head and stroke his own rock-solid prick.
"Watch this," Brigette said. She began finger-fucking herself slowly, rubbing her clit with her fingertip, then pushing the finger into her cunt until it disappeared completely inside her. As she shoved her finger into the juicy recesses of her pussy, Brigette regarded the horny boy with her dark brown, deeply sensual eyes.
It wasn't until Brigette became afraid that Frank might shoot his wad of fuck-cream into the air instead of in her pussy that she finally let him have her cunt. She motioned for him to get on top of her and Frank was there in a flash, crushing Brigette to the seat of the Chevy, lunging at her with his hips.
"Easy, you're in no hurry," Brigette said, but she knew the words would have no influence over the hot-blooded, ultra-horny boy. She grabbed his fiery cock and brought it to the pink, hot-lipped opening of her pussy. When he lunged at her again, the cock forced her cuntlips apart and pounded deep into her pussy.
Brigette kept her legs where they were, one foot up near the back window and one on the floor of the car. She could tell that it wouldn't do any good to try to coax Frank along, teach him something new or even try to get him to fuck her hot snatch a little slower. He was too aroused to do anything but fuck his meaty cock into Brigette's receptive pussy until his hot blasts of spunk showered the walls of her pussy.
"Kiss me," Brigette gasped, the two words coming out hurried as she bounced on the back seat of the Chevy.
The librarian opened her lips, accepting Frank's tongue down her throat. She sucked on the tongue, occasionally nibbling on it as Frank explored her mouth. Brigette didn't try to squirm beneath him or shake her magnificent, curvaceous ass to accept his meatpole from different angles. The hard, ram-rodding thrusts of cockmeat into her cunt were coming too fast for her to do that.
Brigette gasped. Frank was fucking her like a maniac, pounding his prickmeat into her until his pelvis smashed hard against hers. For Brigette, it seemed like her tiny, hard cht was going to be crushed by the boy.
"Cunt! Your cunt is soooo hottttttt!" Frank hissed, his breath hot against Brigette's face.
"Fuck my hot cunt! Fuck it! Fuck my hot pussy!" Brigette urged.
Brigette's big tits were being flattened by Frank's chest, the milky mounds becoming even more round, billowing out full and firm and taut. Her legs twitched as she bounced under the onslaught of cockmeat. As Brigette felt the boy's lips nibbling on the smooth arch of her neck, she felt the garter straps pulling against her textured stockings.
Frank's prick rocketed to and fro, sliding between the slender straps at the crotch of Brigette's teddy to fuck deep into her crease. He felt the rough fabric of lace against his stomach and, running his hand along, the librarian's thigh, a similar texture that belonged to her stockings.
It was all too much for Frank to accept calmly. Fondhng Brigette's quivering thighs, he pounded his big prickpole one last time, sinking to the hilt into her pussy, and began flooding the channel with jism.
"Cummmmmmmmm!" Brigette screamed, oblivious to the other cars that were cruising down the street beside the Chevy. "Cum in meeeee! You bastard, cummmmmmm!"
Wads of cum were gushing in Brigette's cunt as her pussyjuice exploded from her cunt. She bucked beneath Frank, thrashing on the car seat, squirming and writhing as she exploded. Each eruption of cum into her cunt sent Brigette soaring higher and higher. Her body seemed to be turning inside out as her red-hot clit detonated gush after gush of pussyjuice.
When Frank had emptied himself completely, he started to roll off Brigette, but she held him fast, not wanting to have his prick - even though it was soft - to be pulled out of her pussy.
"You were a httle rough," Brigette whispered, her voice so soft only Frank could hear. "But I'm sure you're going to want a second time around." Then, loud enough so the boys in the front seat could hear, Brigette asked, "By the way, where are we going?"
Johnny, who had been watching the heated fucking, said, "To Lovers' Point."
Chapter Eight
Farrah inspected her face in the rear view mirror. Jonathan, Rock and Randal were waiting outside for her, each as horny as the next. They were at Lover's Point and Farrah had told them that before she did another thing to any of them, she simply had to brush her hair and put on some fresh make-up. Since they weren't going to do anything that would jeopardize their chances of having the beautiful Farrah Anderson fucking them, they consented to her demand.
Though the gorgeous blonde was still angry with Rock for throwing her pants and panties out the window several miles back, Farrah was in good spirits. There hadn't been a time in her life when she had so much young cockmeat to suck and fuck. The boys were true to their nickname - Jocks - and their bodies recovered quickly. She knew she'd be able to get their cocks hard and throbbing with lust again quickly. Just as soon as her lips got wrapped around their cocks, she'd have them all howling mad with rampaging lust.
Putting her brush and lipstick back in her clutch purse, Farrah looked out the windshield of the rusted van. There were several other cars at Lover's Point. She suspected the people in the cars would be high school students, probably there to kiss and maybe feel each other up a little bit. They wouldn't be into the hot, hard, lusty fucking and sucking that she loved so very, very much.
It was dark at Lover's Point. Farrah hoped the people in the nearby cars wouldn't be inclined to check their surroundings because she had every intention in the world of fucking the boys outside. The van was too cramped and stuffy.
Farrah buttoned her blouse at the bottom, leaving most of the buttons undone so the creamy inner slopes of her high, firm titties could be seen. The tails of the white blouse came down low enough in front and back to hide her pussy and ass, but if she should move around at all the blouse would pull up high and show off her fuck-holes.
"Well, it's now or never," Farrah murmured to herself as she moved to the sliding side door of the van. "Time to get the Farrah Anderson Traveling Erotic Show going."
Farrah stepped out, flashing the boys that million dollar, toothy smile that had given more than a few men hard-ons in her time. She stood motionless for a moment, feehng the warm breeze fluffing up her blouse, the air cooling her pussy, tickling her sensitive cht. She spread her thighs a couple extra inches so that her pussy was even more exposed. The wind felt good as it circled around her long, slender legs.
"Well, gentlemen, it's time you found out the difference between fucking a grown woman and a teeny-bopper." Farrah shook her head, intentionally swirling her lion's-mane hairdo around in a carefree yet utterly erotic and suggestive manner.
"Fucking A!" Rock hissed. "She's some fuckin' knockout!"
"That's right, boys," Farrah said, putting her hands on her hips and spreding her feet even more. "And if you can stop this violence with the Cools, you can have as much of this body as you want."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jonathan demanded.
"I'll explain it all later," Farrah replied, walking slowly toward the trio in a hip-swinging manner. "Right now it's time for something more enjoyable than negotiations."
Striding boldly, Farrah walked up to Jonathan, who was flanked by Rock and Randal. She dropped to her knees without so much as kissing any of them and tugged down three zippers.
"Is she really going to blow us right here?" Rock asked nobody in particular, his head whipping around to check the nearby cars for onlookers. "She's the horniest broad I've ever seen!"
Farrah took her time reaching inside the boys' pants, pulling orit their soft cocks. When she was done, three pricks dangled through the flies of three pairs of jeans, all of them close enough for Farrah to suck on.
"This is a cocksucker's dream come true,"
Farrah purred softly, her lips just inches from the head of Jonathan's dick. "Enough cock to satisfy even my insatiable oral needs."
She grabbed Randal's prick and began stroking it, then did the same to Rock's half-hard cock. Farrah's jade-green eyes darted from one cock to the next as her lips got closer and closer to Jonathan's dehcious hunk of prickmeat.
"So much to suck on," Farrah cooed, her voice a kittenish, sultry purr. "What more could I ever want?"
She stuck her pink tongue far out of her mouth, gently touching the underside of Jonathan's cockhead to raise the rubbery prick up. Slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, she moved her tongue around as she brought her face forward. Opening her lips wide, Farrah took the big cock into her mouth without touching it with her glistening bright red lips.
The taste of Jonathan's cock made Farrah's tongue tingle as she rubbed the clefted bottom of the cockhead. When Farrah finally brought her lips around the shaft of the prick, just behind the tip, she cooed soulfully.
"Take it all," Jonathan said, trying to stand still as the incredibly beautiful Farrah Anderson swirled her tantalizing tongue around the head of his burgeoning prickpole.
As requested, Farrah pushed her face forward, nibbling her way slowly down the rubbery shaft of the boy's cock. She chewed the prickrod into her mouth, delighting in the manly yet youthful flavor of his cock, pumping with both hands on other cocks that had yet to reach their full, pulsating size. When her nose was pressed against the zipper, between the jagged edges, she was tickled by Jonathan's tight, curly hair that sprouted above his cockrod.
"Minmnimmmm!'' Farrah sighed, feeling the prick growing inside her warm, wet, sucking mouth.
As Jonathan's cock continued to grow, the horny platinum blonde felt his pricktip pushing more demandingly against the back of her mouth. She summoned up all her will power and self-control, wanting to finally be able to deep-throat a prick. Farrah had never been able to swallow a big cock whole but that was what she hoped to accomphsh as she felt Jonathan's prickpole growing inside her mouth.
In smooth movements, Farrah started taking the boy's prick in and out of her mouth. She pistoned her face over Jonathan's cock, chewing down the broad, hp-stretching shaft until his cockhead was against the back of her mouth. She salivated heavily around the tasty prick, allowing bubbles to form at the corners of her mouth. As she sucked, Farrah made sure her slurping sounds were loud enough for all three boys to hear.
"Come on, teacher, don't forget the rest of us!"
Farrah looked up and over at Randal without removing her mouth from Jonathan's prick. She winked at the boy, letting him know that she'd be hungrily, passionately mouthing his cock soon enough. Farrah Anderson wouldn't let any of the boys go without whatever their lusty hearts desired.
It wasn't until Farrah tasted pre-cum from the head of Jonathan's prick that she finally removed her lips from the long hard-on. Pulling Randal's prickrod to her mouth, she engulfed his fiery prick with her lips, sucking more than half of the cock into her face as she switched hands, not jerking on Jonathan's spitty prick.
"Mrammmmm! Urnmmmmft!" she moaned, bobbing her face over Randal's prick to suck and chew erotically on his cockhead.
Her tongue was like a little animal with a hfe of its own, moving constantly, flicking and frisking here and there, always searching out the most tender and tantalizing places on the teenager's prick.
The grass tickled Farrah's naked knees as she gave the triple blow-job. Her head and hands moved in unison, simultaneously jerking off two cocks while she sucked hungrily on a third.
"Go, bitch, go!" Rock, the crudest of the three boys, urged.
Farrah could not tell if she'd drawn an audience or not. Part of her mind said it would be a wild turn-on to suck off three teenaged boys while she had people watching every erotic move she made. But part of her mind also was aroused with the notion of filling her mouth with cockmeat while strangers stared lustily at her.
The blouse opened up a httle as Farrah's back-and-forward moves became more feverish and one taut, jiggling melon of tit flesh popped into view. The areola was pink and the nipple was rock-hard.
"Ohhhhhh! Miss Anderson, you've got a hot mouth," Jonathan said through gritted teeth as he watched her lips traveling slowly back and forth over the length of his cock. She took all but a couple inches of his fiery rod into her juicy mouth.
Farrah knew what she wanted. It was something she seldom did because in the deepest recesses of her mind she thought it was terrible. Only on certain occasions, when she was really acting out on her wanton, sometimes sleazy emotions, did she give herself the visual stimulation of a cum-shower. To be staring at a cockhead and watch it spit out gobs of thick, white, creamy spunk, then feel that cum, so hot and sticky and smelling of manhood, hitting and sticking to her face or tits, stomach or ass, was a feeling she couldn't compare with anything else in the world.
To do it, Farrah had to time everything just right. She had to judge when all three boys would be ready to detonate their cum because she wanted to take them all at pretty much the same time.
When the cockhead was at the back of her mouth, Farrah braced herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, pounding on the cocks in her hands as Jonathan's bullet-shaped pricktip pushed against her tonsils. Deeper, she told herself. Take his cock deeper!
"Ohhhhhhh!" Jonathan sighed, feeling his cock sinking eroticaUy deeper into Farrah's wide, sensual mouth.
The rubbery, meaty knob of Jonathan's prick pushed slowly past Farrah's tonsils, driving down her throat. Her shoulders hunched briefly as she nearly choked on the cock, but Farrah continued on undaunted, determined to feel every last inch of the boy's prick throbbing lustily in her throat.
Jonathan realized what Farrah was trying and urged her on by saying, "Go for it! Do it! You can!"
In her determination to deep-throat the boy's kick, Farrah forgot about what her hands were doing. She was pounding furiously on Rock's Hunt, thick cock, pointing the cockhead at the side of her face. As Jonathan's hugely swollen Wicktip began entering her throat, swelling her long, slender neck out with its thickness, Rock siade a low, deep, animalistic growling sound.
The river of jism that shot from Rock's prick-rip shocked Farrah, but she did not pull back to get Jonathan's cockpole out of her throat. A jet of white cream lanced across her face, striking the side of her nose and splattering over her cheek, sticking wetly to her rosy cheeks. A second mighty eruption of fuck-cream spewed irom the red-tinted cockhead, smacking into arrah's hollowed cheek and trickling down to - chin. A third thick eruption gushed into her iBuffy blonde hair.
"Mmmmm!" Farrah moaned shortly, the d coming out choked as her throat got ded by throbbing cockmeat.
Cum drooled out of Rock's pisshole, trickling over Farrah's pounding hand, between her fingers and down her wrist as she continued whacking on his overheated prick. She could smell the acrid, punget aroma of the boy's spunk as it trickled down the right side of her face. In her throat, Jonathan's cockhead was flexing and pulsing lustily. She had all but three inches of his magnificent cock completely engulfed in the hotly sucking confines of her mouth and throat.
"Do it!" Jonathan hissed.
Suddenly something opened in Farrah's throat. She had been forcibly pushing herself against his fiery cockrod and her tight throat had been fighting against the intrusion of prick-meat. But then something strange happened and before Farrah was completely aware of what was going on, her red, moist, massaging lipsi were encircling the root of Jonathan's prick. She felt his hair against her nose and shivered. Hw huge, meaty prick was bucking in her throat, every last inch of it now being warmed and moistened by the beautiful blonde's hot mouti and throat.
"Ieeeeaahhhhh!" Jonathan howled, tossind his head back on his shoulders as his balls pull up tight between his legs, then started gusw bolts of fuck-cream straight down her gullet.
Farrah worked her cock-filled throat, struggling to swallow the jism as it spewed down her neck. She could feel the cockhead flexing and jerking as wads of jism exploded from the teenaged jock's balls. Her mind was whirling as, for the first time, she was able to deep-throat a cock and hold it. Her tongue, crushed to the bottom of her mouth, rubbed against the underside of the awesome shaft of Jonathan's prick. She could feel the bolts of fuck-cream racing through the cocktube on their way toward the pricktip.
When, at last, Farrah needed to breathe, she pulled back, withdrawing the cockpole from her throat and holding just the boy's cockhead in her mouth. Just as her lips rolled slickly over the rim of his cock's crown, Randal hissed and spewed a river of fuck-cream through the air.
The cum caught Farrah by surprise. It sailed over her cheek, striking her in the eyebrow, the jism leaving a gooey trail down over her eyelid, cfinging to her lashes, smearing over her high cheekbones. Her hand was engulfing the boy's cockhead as a second eruption jetted from the rfitted tip and cum gushed between her fingers, trailing down her wrist as she fisted his red-hot prick.
"Mrammmm! Unmimmmm!'' Farrah sighed lustily, sucking hard on Jonathan's cock to get out the last of his spunk. As she mouthed and massaged his prick, Randal continued his eruptions of fuck-cream.
Farrah bobbed slowly on Jonathan's prick as Randal leaned closer to her, touching her face with his cockhead. A blast of sticky, gooey cum shot from his cock knob, hitting the blonde in the corner of the mouth. A long string of spunk rolled down to her chin, dangling there briefly, then fell, landing on her one exposed, quivering tit.
The smell and feel of cum trickhng down Farrah's face made her cunt tight as pussyjuice moistened the opening of her hungry pussyhole. She was sucking Jonathan's prick into her mouth, preparing to deep-throat him, when she heard a car drive up. A familiar voice, that of Brigette Mannon, made a shrieking sound as Farrah, on her knees with a cum-splattered face, was suddenly caught in the glare of headlights.
Chapter Nine
Brigette couldn't beheve her eyes. Could that really be Farrah Anderson on her knees, obviously wearing just a white blouse with nothing underneath it, her face splattered with more cum than Brigette had ever seen at one rime before? ^
Brigette, in that shocking moment, forgot all about how she was dressed - or undressed. The red and black teddy had gotten in the way and Ed, hungry to feel the librarian's milky flesh against his own, ripped it from her body. Brigette was left with only the black, textured thigh-high stockings and her stiletto-heeled shoes. Her big, milky tits bobbled unrestrained on her chest, the areolas perfectly round and deep brown, the nipples still hard.
"Let me out!" Brigette shouted, trying to get to the door of the Chevy. "Goddamn it, let me out! She's my friend!"
Brigette rushed to Farrah, helping the blonde to her feet. Scanning the surrounding cars quickly, Brigette saw several pale faces shining in the moonlight. Farrah had drawn enough attention to herself to make the boys and girls stop making out so they could watch what she was doing instead.
"Come on," Brigette said comfortingly, taking Farrah by the elbow and leading her away from the Cools and Jocks. "Let's get you cleaned up, then we'll see if we can fuck them well enough to keep them from fighting."
"Just look at those idiots," Brigette said angrily, standing near the bluff of Lover's Point. "They're going to fight. And for what? Stupid male ego, that's what for!"
Brigette tugged one stocking higher on her thigh, shaking her head to send her hair swirling around her shoulders, the silky strands a soft caress against her skin. A hght, warm breeze played with her naked flesh, making her tingle all over. She didn't feel in the least bit uncomfortable being outside without any clothes on. Her only hope was that none of the students in the other cars at Lovers' Point would recognize her or Farrah.
"What can we do to stop them?" Farrah asked as she used a Kleenex to wipe a final drop of cum from her tit. She'd already ran a brush through her hair, getting out some but not all of the jism that had been spewed in her platinum blonde tresses. "I've done everything I can think of to keep their mind off fighting, and still they can't wait to beat each others' heads in." "We'll think of something." Brigette was just about to step out away from be bluff to return to the boys when she saw the police car pulling into the clearing at Lover's Point. She and Farrah hid themselves in the shadows as the Cools' Chevy and the Jocks' van kicked up clouds of dust and gravel as they made their getaway.
Brigette was never more thankful to see her apartment in all her life. The trip from Lover's Point with Farrah - with neither of them dressed - had been a long and harrowing one, dodging the police and hiding from everyone. Had either of them been seen by the police, they'd surely have been arrested for indecent exposure.
"Home sweet home!" Brigette sighed wearily, closing the door right behind Farrah, then locking it. "We made it!"
"I thought we'd get caught for sure," Farrah said.
She eyed her big-titted friend, noticing for the first time how truly beautiful Brigette was. There were many women who looked good in clothes, but not out of them. Brigette Mannon was the type who looked great no matter what.
"I'll get a bath going," Brigette said, kicking off her high-heeled shoes as she made her way toward the bathroom. "I think both of us could use a long, hot soaking."
Brigette turned the water on hot, testing the temperature constantly, keeping it at the point of tolerance. She peeled the black thigh-high stockings off her legs and cast them across the bathroom. The teddy, that obscene little thing that made a display of her big tits and showed her cunt off, was still in the Cools' Chevy. Brigette sort of regretted losing the teddy because she'd spent many a hot night fucking like crazy in that skimpy garment.
"The tub is full," Brigette said over her shoulder, kneeling beside the tub. "Do you want to go first or should I?"
"Since both of us want to get in there first, why don't we share it?" Farrah had taken off her white blouse and was now just as naked as Brigette. "It's only fair."
Brigette felt a tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach as she heard the words. She could feel Farrah's presence, sense her nakedness, smell the pungent aroma of cum on perfumed, feminine skin. The memory of seeing Farrah's beautiful face splattered with cum came back to Brigette, vivid and clear, just as powerful as when she'd first seen her friend on her knees. It had been a lewd, erotic vision of rampant, cock-hungry desire.
"Oh . . . okay," Brigette said slowly, not sure if she knew exactly what she was doing.
Brigette slipped into the hot bubble bath and Farrah got into the tub behind her. When the brunette felt Farrah's long legs surrounding her, touching her hips, she shivered. Her cunt was tingling, and she wasn't sure why. Sliding back just a couple inches, Brigette felt her pelvis come in contact with the apex of Farrah's thighs. She felt the blonde's tight cunt bush against her back.
''I'll help you," Farrah said, taking a bar of soap. She rubbed it over Brigette's back and shoulders. "It's been a long, hard night." "You can say that again." Brigette allowed her head to fall forward, chin on her chest as she felt the soothing, gentle touch of her friend. Every touch of fingers or soap made tension ooze out of Brigette's high-strung muscles. The slow, cautious, nerve-wracking journey back to her apartment from Lover's Point had taken a terrible toll on the librarian's emotions. The sex had been fantastic, even if she had been practically kidnapped right from her own apartment.
Closing her eyes, Brigette emptied her mind of all worries. She felt Farrah's hands at the small of her back, rubbing the slick, slippery bar of soap over her skin. When the hands moved up her sides, under her arms, Brigette raised and separated her elbows a little, giving Farrah more room. The next thing she felt was two hands cupping her tits, the feeling of soap and flesh tantalizing her sensitive melons, fingertips rolling nipples tenderly, expertly.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Brigette sighed, her mind a total blank.
Farrah's cunt was creaming as she gently, lovingly caressed Brigette's big, soft tits. The nipples were hard little buds. Farrah's tits weren't nearly as large as Brigette's, and a pang of envy rippled up her spine. But even though she was a little jealous of her friend's melonlike tits, Farrah also realized that her body was perfectly proportioned, and that if she had big tits like Brigette, she wouldn't look as good as she did now.
"That's nice," Brigette purred. "So soft and kind."
Brigette felt Farrah rubbing her cunt against her back. When a hand trailed down from her tit, moving beneath the water to the juncture of her thighs, she trembled but did not try to stop the hand's progress. Farrah's fingers toyed with the smallish, triangular bush of jet-black hair, a fingertip nudging Brigette's tingling, juicing clit.
"Farrah ..."
"Shhhh! Don't say anything."
Brigette had been about to tell her friend that what they were doing was wrong, and that if they stopped now, neither of them would regret anything. But she couldn't tell Farrah to stop because her cunt said that what Farrah was doing was wonderful. As the finger slipped between her cuntlips, Brigette gave a soft, passionate groan of approval and lost herself completely to the softly sensual feelings.
Brigette, her knees up because she had only a little more than half of the bathtub to sit in, felt the finger pushing deeper between her cunt, pushing into the crease that had taken so much cockmeat that night. Her clit tingled and pussy-juice moistened and lubricated the pussyhole. Warm water surrounded her cunt. Another hand was on her tit, rolling the nipple with soapy fingers, massaging the orb softly, as only a woman's hand could.
"Do you know what I'm going to do?" Brigette heard Farrah say. "I'm going to lick your pussy, that's what I'm going to do. I'll shove my tongue into your cunt and lick out all your sweet, sweet juices. I'll fuck my tongue into your cunt until you cum, and then I'll drink your pussyjuice ..."
The words made Brigette's head spin even more. She tried to not think about what it would be like to see a face as beautiful as Farrah's between her parted thighs. Her head was still slumped forward. She opened her eyes briefly and saw a mound of soap suds between her legs and the flashing hand swirling water around as Farrah finger-fucked her.
"Wrong," Brigette said softly, her tone holding little conviction in it. "This is wrong."
Farrah kissed her friend's neck. The fragrance of shampooed hair, soft and silky, filled her senses. She felt the ebony locks, shimmering and downy, against her cheek. Farrah's pink tongue slithered out, grazing against Brigette's earlobe. She nibbled on the lobe as her finger pushed to the palm into Brigette's hot, tight fuck-hole.
"Mmmmmmm! You taste good," Farrah whispered, her tongue dancing around Brigette's ear.
Fitting the mood that she was in, Brigette made a barely audible, high-pitched sound and came. She didn't cum hard, not the bone-jarring, mind-blowing kind of orgasm that left her an emotional wreck. It was a gentle climax that pleased her, yet left her with plenty of energy and strength to want more.
"That was nice," Farrah said softly, her finger still splitting the librarian's cuntlips. "I could feel your cunt tighten around my finger when you came."
Brigette kept her eyes closed. Everything felt so wonderful! The water made her warm to the bone, and Farrah's hands manipulated her body, knowing the secret places of pleasure that a man could never know.
When Farrah moved, Brigette raised her head, wondering what was going to happen next. The long-legged blonde got out of the bathtub, moving around so that she stood at the edge. Brigette straightened her legs a little, pushing herself to the back of the tub, giving herself more room.
"Now me, Brigette," Farrah whispered, stepping across the tub and putting her right foot on the opposite ledge~so that her legs were spread and her cunt was at face-level to the brunette. "You know what I want. . . and you know how to do it. Please, Brigette, please me."
Brigette looked up at her friend's face. Farrah's eyes were glazed over with lust. Her smallish, perfectly shaped, cone-sized tits were high on her chest, the aureolas pink and the nipples hard. Brigette's eyes trailed down the flat stomach to the dimpled navel, then down further still until she saw the pink-lipped cunt surrounded by golden fuzz.
She put her right hand to the cunt* palm up. Brigette was surprised at how easily her finger slipped into the cunt. She felt the heat and moisture of Farrah's pussy as water dripped down that long, lean, sexy body. Brigette watched her finger disappearing into the cunt.
Farrah moved closer to Brigette, literally pushing her cunt at the librarian's face. She shivered from head to foot, balancing precariously with one foot on the floor of the bathroom and one on the far edge of the bathtub.
As the pussyjuice-glistening cunt moved closer to her face, Brigette closed her eyes. She might be able to push her tongue into Farrah's hot, juicy pussy until girl-cum gushed from the cunt slit, but she couldn't watch the beautiful blonde writhing in ecstasy as she tongued her clit.
Brigette felt the crisp blonde curls against her lips first. She gave herself a moment to relax, to think about what she was doing. The smell of soapy water and pussyjuice tantalized her. Puckering her lips, she kissed the moist petals of Farrah's pussyhole.
"Ohhhh! That's nice, but put your tongue in it," Farrah whispered.
As instructed, Brigette pushed her tongue out. The hot, pink tongue pushed between Farrah's cuntlips. Brigette shivered as she tasted pussy-juice and felt the blonde's cunt tightening around her invading tongue.
She lapped at the cunt, dragging her tongue from the bottom of Farrah's pussy up to the top until she reached the lust-hardened clit. Brigette pushed the nub around with the tip of her tongue, then tongued it fast, and then slow. She changed the motion, never keeping it constant, heightening Farrah's pleasure with everything she did. She raised her hands, cupping the teacher's asscheeks.
Brigette purred lustily, thrusting her tongue as far into the cunt as she could. Her nose pressed against Farrah's clit. Brigette could feel hot pussyjuice on her cheeks, lips and nose. The smell of it made her own pussy want more stimulation.
She sucked the clit between her lips, lashing it with side-swipes of her tongue, nibbling on the throbbing bud. Brigette bobbed her head, sucking the clit between her lips like it was a small cock. In her hands, she could feel the hard muscles of Farrah's ass flexing as the aroused blonde fought to contain her red-hot emotions.
Tonguing with increasing intensity, Brigette rubbed the opening of Farrah's asshole with a fingertip. She shoved her finger partially into the rear opening, just up to the first knuckle, and was pleased when Farrah's ass relaxed and opened up for her. Within seconds Brigette was licking the blonde's hot, frothy cunt and fingering her ass with the passion of a madwoman.
"Nooooo! Oh, nooooooo!" Farrah gasped, her firm titties bobbling crazily from her chest as she gulped in air. "Lick meeeeeee!"
The waves of clear, hot, oily girl-cum gushed from Farrah's pussy, splashing into Brigette's open mouth and over her cheeks. The cum slushed from the tight opening. No matter how hard Brigette tried, she couldn't lick up all the cuntal juices as fast as they spewed from the other woman's overheated cunthole. "I loved it!" Brigette purred. "You tasted really great." "You were wonderful," Farrah sighed, her nipples hard and distended as she looked down at her beautiful friend. Brigette laughed softly, pleased with herself as she helped Farrah back into the bathtub.
There was plenty of time left for them to worry about their jobs, and how they were going to keep the Cools and the Jocks from fighting.
Right now, all Brigette wanted to do was hold her good friend very close.
Chapter Ten
"So what's our next plan of action?" Farrah asked, leaning against the kitchen counter in Brigette's apartment. "We've tried fucking them until they can't stand up straight and still the Jocks and the Cools insist on fighting each other."
"Frankly, I am baffled," Brigette replied, scooping eggs from a frying pan onto two plates. "I can't think of anything else to do. I mean, fucking is supposed to be the great cure-all, isn't it?"
Farrah leaned back in her chair, looking at her friend quizzically. Brigette was definitely an extremely beautiful woman and her curvaceous body was enough to give Farrah a juicy cunt at a glance. But what could the two of them do to convince the boys to stop fighting?
As she started in on her eggs, Farrah knew there would be plenty of hot cockmeat sliding between her hot, moist lips before the day was through. Farrah was convinced of it.
Farrah dismissed her class of girls and headed for her private office in the girls' locker room. She was tired from the previous night's bizarre events, but the exhaustion she felt didn't show on her face or body. Farrah Anderson was a fox, no matter what.
Slumping in her swivel chair, Farrah crossed her legs at the knee, wishing she had a cup of coffee to help awaken her. Her classes were finished for the day, but it would still be another hour before she'd be allowed to go home. She intended on getting a good nap before getting dressed again and going out searching for the Cools.
The knock at her door surprised Farrah. Her girls normally didn't disturb her when her office door was closed. Then the door was open just a little bit, and then suddenly it burst open. The Cools-Johnny, Ed and Frank-burst into the office, pushing Farrah against the wall. They closed and locked the door quickly.
"What's the meaning of this?" Farrah demanded, standing and putting her hands on her trim hips. "What the hell do you boys think you're doing?"
"We're going to fuck you, that's what we think we're doing," Johnny said, his voice low and menacing.
Farrah sized up the three young, teenaged studs. They all wore faded jeans and leather jackets over T-shirts. They looked tough, mean -and well worth fucking.
"Wait a minute," Farrah said quickly as she kicked off her tennis shoes and pulled the loose-fitting sweater over her head. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jogging shorts. "Want to see more? You can't fuck me with these on."
All three boys nodded their heads quickly and Farrah suppressed the smile. Her small, hard-nippled tits bobbled from her chest as she bent at the waist, dragging the shorts down her long, slender, deliriously tapered legs. When she stood up again, she was completely naked except for a pair of knee-high white crew socks.
"All the way, cock-sucker," Johnny said, gently rubbing the growing bulge in his tight jeans.
"Whatever you say, tough guy," Farrah replied sarcastically.
She took the socks off, dropping them to the floor. When she looked at the boys again, she saw something more than just lust on their faces. She saw anger, raw, passionate, burning anger. For the first time she felt pangs of honest fear.
"You're the Jocks' ol' lady," Johnny said as he unsnapped his jeans. "That's not good. The Jocks don't deserve a cunt as beautiful as you. That's why you're not going to fuck them anymore."
"You can't tell me what to do!" Farrah said as she crossed her hands over her cunt, hiding the triangular bush of golden hair.
"I don't give a fuck about what you think I can and can't do. You'd better understand that right from the beginning."
Farrah tried to fight against the boys. She didn't dare scream because to do that would alert her girls taking showers. So she tried to fight them on her own, and failed miserably. It didn't take long for Johnny, Frank and Ed to wrestle Farrah to the hard, cold tile floor of her office, then use her crew socks to tie her ankles and hands.
"Stop this, goddamn you!" Farrah hissed through clenched teeth, the floor hard against her titties.
On her stomach with her hands behind her back, the long white sock tied tightly around her wrists, Farrah's mind whirled uncontrollably. Why had they done this when it was obvious that she would willingly fuck all three boys?
They jerked Farrah to a standing position and she teetered precariously, finding it difficult to get her balance with her ankles tied together.
"You sons of bitches!" Farrah spat. "You'll never get away with this!"
Farrah trembled, her tits jiggling firmly from her chest as Johnny spun her around and bent her over her desk. The stunning blonde with the platinum mane of hair pressed her cheek against the hard surface, feeling the sharp edge of the desk top biting into the flesh of her thighs.
"This is what cunts get if they fuck the Jocks," Johnny said.
Farrah had heard from Brigette about the incredible column of cockmeat that Johnny possessed. The big-titted librarian had gone to great lengths in describing the length and thickness of the boy's prick, as well as how .delicious and salty Johnny's cum was. What Farrah had never anticipated, however, was feeling how big the cockhead was by having it jamming against her tight asshole.
"Don't, Johnny! Not there!" the phys. ed. teacher hissed, her beautiful jade green eyes opening wide in shock. Johnny paused a moment, surveying the erotic vision before him. Farrah's silvery hair was spread out around her head, hiding much of her face. He remembered how he'd seen that exquisite, full-lipped face the night before, splattered and smeared with jism the Jocks had shot on her. He looked down and saw her tight, firm, half-moon asscheeks. His cockhead, spongy and fully engorged, was at her tight asshole. Ass-fucking Miss Anderson was something he'd been planning to do since he found out she'd been fucking and sucking the Jocks-and now he was going to bring his dream to reality.
Farrah balled her hands into fists, testing the sock that was wrapped so tightly around her wrists. The sock could be stretched a little, but not enough to free herself. She was trapped, completely helpless!
"Take this, you slut!" Johnny hissed, grabbing Farrah's trim, firm hips for support.
For the briefest moment Farrah thought she might be able to escape the onslaught of hard,. pulsating cockmeat by dropping to the floor. But when she let her knees buckle, the only thing that happened was all her weight was on her upper body as she remained bent over the desk.
"Awwwwww!" Johnny groaned, putting force behind his rock-hard, huge prick.
Farrah's eyes got even wider as she felt her asshole giving way to the forced, heated invasion of cockmeat. Slowly, the prickpole began working its way into her ass, driving into her.
She dared not scream, or even make a loud sound for fear that her girls, who were probably still in the shower or getting ready for their next class, would come to find out what the commotion was about. Farrah figured the boys would then just have more hot assholes to shove their big cocks into if that happened.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhhh!" she sighed softly.
As soon as the rim of Johnny's cockhead had pushed past the tight, firm ring of resistance of Farrah's ass, he spread his feet a little wider to get at a better angle, then threw everything he had at her asscheeks. His cock spread the teacher's pale, quivering asscheeks far apart as the cockhead was shoved deeper and deeper into her burning ass.
"Awwwwww! You're so big! Your cock is so big!" Farrah whimpered.
She never thought she'd be able to take a prick the size of Johnny's into her asshole without tearing apart, but Farrah did. She felt the boy pistoning his hips, each forward lunge driving just a little more of the mighty prickshaft into her ass while the cockhead explored deeper and deeper. And then she felt his hips come in hard, smacking contact with her asscheeks and she was knocked forward so the edge of the desk bruised her thighs.
"Ohhhhhhhh! You're all the way in," Farrah groaned.
Though the pain was blinding for the tall, long-legged teacher with the tortured ass, she could tell the pain was also rapidly lessening in intensity. The cock remained buried to the hilt in her butt, and each passing second made it easier and easier for her to accept. When Johnny began fucking her ass, pushing and pulling his cockpole full-length into her rear opening, she felt the new and surprisingly erotic sensations of being filled with a huge cock from an opening she'd never experimented with before.
The realization that she had taken every inch of cockmeat that Johnny had to throw at her filled Farrah with an overpowering sense of ac-complishment. She couldn't say why she felt so incredibly happy to be able to take his cock into her asshole and feel the greatest amount of pleasure from it. Farrah Anderson simply knew that Johnny's big, throbbing cock felt magnificent as it see-sawed to and fro in her ass.
"She's got a tight ass," Johnny groaned, his thumbs prying apart the hot half-moons of Farrah's asscheeks.
"Hurry up!" Farrah heard one of the other boys say. "I can hardly wait to shove my cock into her. I'm going to fuck her hard! Real, fucking hard!"
The huge, steelish cock continued see-sawing back and forth in Farrah's ass. She rocked on her bare feet, fighting it keep her balance as the hot-blooded boy pounded her asscheeks with his hips, reaming her bugger with long, merciless strokes of his mighty prick.
Farrah sighed. Each time the boy reamed out her ass with his throbbing prick, she could hear and feel his balls slapping against her cuntlips. Each time his balls struck it, her clit sizzled more hotly, pussy juice oozing out between the puffy petals of her cunt, lubricating the tight pussyhole for whatever was forthcoming.
As she felt her ass repeatedly getting filled with Johnny's enormous column of cockmeat, Farrah decided to throw the boys a challenge. She was completely defenseless, yet she felt the burning neet to taunt them, to mmake them angry so they would fuck her furiously. And when they were finished, when she had taken all the cum their balls had to give, she would taunt them some more, saying she wanted more of their cocks and cum, even if she could fuck all three boys completely dry and still want more, she would defeat them in some strange way.
Johnny grunted as he threw his lean hips at the tall, slender teacher's ass. He felt her butt tightening around his cock pole, literally milking the jism from his heavy, cum-churning nuts.
"Give it to meeeee! Fuck my ass, you rotten bastard!" Farrah gasped.
Though her asshole was still smarting, Farrah now felt a wildly thrilling ecstasy of being ass-fucked. She loved taking Johnny's big prick into her ass until she could feel his hugely swollen cockhead driving to the deepest, farthest recesses of her asshole.
"Ohhhhhhhh! You feel so good there!" Farrah chanted, knocking her hard and fast against the desk.
For a moment Farrah thought she might fall to the side. Since her ankles were tied together, there wasn't a chance that she would be able to regain balance herself. But just when she was certain she'd come tumbling to the hard floor and wouldn't even have the use of her hands to break her fall, Johnny grabbed her hips and fucked his prick into her ass.
"I'm . . . ahhhhhhhhh!" Johnny hissed.
Farrah felt everything the boy's prick did. She felt the cockhead expanding inside her asshole and she felt his big, hairy balls slapping her juicy cuntlips. His hands pulled up tight between his legs as he reamed her ass and then began deluging her with his hot, wet, sticky bolts of fuck-cream.
The slick, super-heated jets of fuck-cream slushed in Farrah's ass. She shivered, her hard nipples rubbing against the top of her desk as Johnny, his mind completely blown by the erotic thrill of ass-fucking such a beautiful teacher, gave her every inch of cock and every drop of spunk he had.
The deluge of cream into her ass never seemed to end. Farrah's ass hurt from the initial invasion, and from the harsh, hurried, relentless fuck-thrusts afterward.
"I want it!" she gasped breathlessly, her hands balled into tight fists. "I want your cummmmmmmm!''
As the last of his jism spurt into Farrah's asshole, the blonde felt Johnny drop down on top of her, pressing his chest down against her naked back. She was breathing heavily, her luscious, small, perfectly shaped tits being mashed by the top of her desk as he sank his cock all the way in her ass.
"You . . . you are a rotten bastard," Farrah sighed.
"You all are real sons of bitches!"
"You'll regret saying that to us," Johnny said, backing away from Farrah and uncorking his cock from her ass. "Trust me, you'll really be sorry you talked to us like that."
Chapter Eleven
Farrah pressed her cheek against the desk, breathing softly. The pounding her asscheeks took from Johnny's hips and the brutal way he had shoved his monstrous prick in her ass, had sapped the energy from her body. She felt tired, exhausted, thoroughly fucked. The tingling afterglow from getting her ass reamed out by Johnny's prick had made her whole body quiver with excitement.
Now all I need to make things right is get fucked! thought Farrah as she wondered what was coming at her next.
Frank opened his pants, pushing them down to his thighs to expose his nine throbbing, pulsating inches of cockmeat. Seeing the stunningly attractive Farrah Anderson bent over a desk with her hands tied behind her and her ankles bound with her own socks while she got butt-fucked had been more of a turn-on than he had figured it would be. He could hardly wait until Johnny shot his nuts off deep in her ass so he could sink his prick deep into her body.
"Okay, cock-sucker, you talk bad about the Cools and you pay the price," Frank said, slowly, softly bringing his fist back and forth over his dick. He stroked the meaty prick from the root to the cockhead. "You're not getting out of this room until you take care of all of us!"
Farrah trembled as she thought about the boy's words. Cocks! At least two more cocks to be serviced! What more could she ask for?
"Just don't hurt me," Farrah said, momentarily forgetting the promise she'd made to herself to be defiant with the wild, horny boys. "Don't leave any marks on me or you'll be the one to regret it. That's a promise."
Frank grabbed Farrah's hair at the back of her head, snapping her head up. She gasped at the pain.
"Shut the fuck up!" Frank hissed, rubbing the head of his prick along the crevice of her ass. "You don't talk unless we ask you something. And when we do, you cock-sucker, you'd better answer right away!"
"You're hurting me!" Farrah complained, though the pain wasn't nearly as bad as she was making it appear to be.
"Take this, slut!"
Farrah was shocked as Frank lunged at her, punching his prick to the hilt in her pussy on the first invasion. All nice magnificent, red-hot inches of his cockrod were buried in her cunt, spreading the lust-swollen pussylips, nudging her womb. She was knocked forward until her knees and thighs banged against the desk. With her hair still being pulled, Farrah's mouth was open and she couldn't speak clearly.
"Ohhhhhhhh! She may have a tight butt," Frank said, pulling out an inch, then throwing himself at her ass-cheeks again. "But that can't feel as good as her pussy! No shit, guys, she's got a really nice cunt!"
"Just hurry up," Ed said, rubbing his cock through his trousers. "I've got a load of cum to give her that won't take long at all. I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it!"
As she rocked slowly back and forth, Farrah's hard, tingling nipples rubbed against the top of her desk. Her clit felt like it was burning up with excitement. The long, heavily veined prick sliced deep into her cunt, pounding her womb, spreading the inner walls so that her cunt-like her ass only minutes earlier-felt completely filled with young, hard, lusty prickmeat.
"If you want her to suck your cock, don't be afraid to take what you want," Frank said to his brother. "I'll make sure she treats you right! Damn fuckin' right I will!"
Farrah tried to keep a clear head about what was happening. She didn't want to become lost in the lusty sensations that were going through her body. Conscious, thoughtful planning would somehow make this whole sordid mess work to her advantage, she tried to convince herself.
But it didn't work that way.
Farrah bunched her hands into fists, feeling her own cotton sock tighten around her wrists. She teetered a little on bare feet. The sock that had been looped around her ankles and tied was extremely tight. She didn't have a prayer of get-ring her feet free.
Farrah sighed when Frank released her hair. Putting her face back on the desk, she shivered, lighting against the pleasure that came from her cunt. Each time Frank's meaty prick sliced into her cunt, more hot, lusty thrills made her head spin.
Wrong! This is all wrong! The blonde's better judgment told her. But it wasn't her better judgment that was making the decisions then. Having her wrists and ankles tightly bound was adding a new dimension to Farrah's sex life that had previously not been there. Hearing Frank huffing and puffing as he pumped his cock deep into her hungry pussy, feeling his hot, hairy balls slapping against the inside of her thighs as her fuck-hole got repeatedly filled-everything added to Farrah's pleasure.
The fact that she was fucking a boy she hardly knew and fucking him because she didn't have a choice in the matter, didn't seem to bother her now that her clit was getting rubbed by the underside of the boy's pulsating column of young, burning, turgid cockmeat.
She heard the boy's hips slapping against her naked, quivering asscheeks. The sound of a cock being heatedly shoved into a hot, dripping pussy drifted to Farrah's ears, surprising her, letting her know in an audible fashion how truly turned-on she was.
Farrah sighed happily, no longer concerned with putting up a front of defiance against the boys. As long as she got the prick in her pussy and the friction against her sizzling clit that she needed so desperately, she didn't care what they said about her or what they did to her.
The rim of Frank's pricktip pulled out of the enclosure of Farrah's pussy. Holding her by the hips, he looked down and saw his prick. He couldn't remember a time when he'd been so hard, when his cock felt so incredibly powerful. To know that he was fucking a teacher was a thrill but to fuck the amazingly beautiful, long-legged, blonde-tressed Farrah Anderson was especially thrilling!
With a deep, rumbling growl he rolled his head on his shoulders and shoved his rock-solid prick completely into her cunt, reaming her juicy fuck-hole with every inch of prickmeat he had to give her.
"Give it to me," Farrah said, ignoring the fact that she was getting fucked without her own consent. "Give me your cock, big man. I want it all! I want all of your cock and all of your cum!"
Opening her eyes just a little, Farrah looked through her eyelashes and saw Ed, Frank's brother. He was standing close, not looking at her face but watching his brother's big prick sliding in and out of her cunt. She wondered what orifice he'd choose to ream out, wondered how he'd want her to satisfy his young, lusty needs.
No matter what the boy asked for, Farrah was willing to give it to him. The extent of her hor-niness had never known such bounds. She couldn't remember a time in her life when she'd felt so hot, so incredibly, wantonly depraved.
"Yessssss! Oh, fuck me, Frank! Give me everything you've got to give!" Farrah said weakly, ashamed of her own lewdness.
She rocked slowly, teetering on her bare feet, continually fighting to keep her balance as the boy pumped his powerful, pulsating prick deep into her sloppy,, juicy, erotic fuck-hole.
Farrah felt her climax approaching. There was no stopping this one, and she knew it. The fiery emotions going through her were so powerful that even her anger and slow, sizzling rage at being gang-raped couldn't stop the horny, deliriously satisfying electricity that crackled in her veins.
"Ohhhhh! Awwwww!" she moaned passionately, fighting to hold her pussyjuice back and retain some semblance of self-respect.
A strand of silvery hair flicked back and forth at Farrah's lips, moving with her rapid, shallow breathing. Each pump of Frank's hips sent her spinning forward until her hips came in harsh contact with the sharp edge of the desk. Her tits were pulled, sticking to the upper surface, the nipples burning hot and aching for a mouth to suck on them.
"Fuck meeeeee!" the ravenous, insatiable teacher begged. "Give me your cock! I want all of youuuuuuuu!"
As her words trailed off, Farrah felt reality slipping away as the pleasure she felt built. The thrill of taking Frank's cock into her cunt really was too much to handle calmly, rationally. She couldn't take the continual, slick friction against her red, quivering, tingling clit without a blatant, mind-boggling response.
She tried to keep the words back, just as she tired to keep her pussyjuice back. Farrah Anderson, ravished and wanton, couldn't stop herself as she begged for Frank to pump his slick, sticky bolts of fuck-cream deep into her cunt.
She felt as though the top of her head was going to come off. Farrah bit her full, trembling bottom lip to keep from screaming as her cunt began contracting powerfully around the hard-charging prick and pussyjuice streamed from her over-stuffed cunt-hole.
"She's cumming, Frank! Fuck her hard!"
Johnny hissed, his prick coming back to life as he watched his friend and gang comrade punching his burning shaft of cockmeat to the furthest depths of Farrah's overheated pussy.
The clear, juicy girl-cum flooded from Farah's pussy. She couldn't have stopped herself from cumming even if her life had depended upon it. She quivered, fighting against the sock holding her wrists together. Pussyjuice streamed down the insides of her trembling thighs as she rocked under the onslaught of Frank's harsh, brutal fucking.
"Take this, slut!" Frank hissed, uncorking his prick from the blonde teacher's massaging cuntslit.
Farrah wanted to feel Frank's spunk spewing up her cunt, filling her. But instead, he slid his prick back and forth along the tight, trembling crease of her asshole to push himself over the edge of ecstasy.
Farrah panted, her body convulsing as her climax subsided. She felt the boy's sticky white cum splashing over her back. One incredible rocket of spunk shot so far that she felt it hitting her in the back of the head, mingling with her silvery hairy.
Frank jerked his hips crazily, squeezing his prick between his own body and Farrah's, sliding his cock over her ass and between her warm, firm, succulent asscheeks.
White rivers of jism trailed from Farrah's ass to her shoulders. She could feel the hot, salty fuck-cream cooling on her skin.
"Bastard!" she whispered, moving her fingers around. Frank had squirted a lot of spunk on her hands as he erupted, and the sticky substance tickled Farrah's flesh. "You really are a bastard ... a beautiful, magnificent bastard!"
Chapter Twelve
Farrah was surprised that Ed allowed her enough time to collect her senses before spinning her away from the table and forcing her to her knees. She knelt on the cold tile floor, sitting on the backs of her heels, feeling the long, white sock pull tighter around her ankles.
"I know what you want," Farrah said, unable to take her eyes away from the boy's cockpole. "You want a blow-job. That's wonderful. I love sucking cock. You'll really get off on the way I give deep-throat.
"Goddamn she's a hot one," Ed said, pushing his pants a little lower on his thighs. "I've never seen anyone like her in my entire fucking life.
Farrah smiled at the boy, running the tip of her tongue around her mouth lewdly, suggestively. She shook her shoulders and her smallish-high-riding tits jiggled tautly. Though Farrah didn't have the enormous mounds of succulent tit flesh that sprouted from Brigette's chest, she was proud of her delicious-tasting cone-like tit-mounds.
"Come on, tough guy, give me everything you've got! I've got a throat that can take anything," the blonde taunted. "I want to feel your cock going all the way down my throat. What do you think of that?"
Farrah didn't get a verbal answer. Instead, Ed groaned lustily and hooked a hand behind her neck, forcing her head forward as he threw his hips at her face. The blunt, conical cockhead forced her lips apart as the prick lanced deep into her mouth, nearly choking.
"Ummmmg!" Farrah gasped, trying to pull her face away from the boy's cock so that she could get some air.
"Suck it all down, you bragging slut!"
The words spurred Farrah on. He could fuck her mouth if he wanted to and she would love it. She was determined to love it. Farrah had just recently learned to deep-throat, and now she was going to be put to the ultimate test.
When Ed laced his fingers together behind Farrah's neck, she knew she was in for the face-fucking of her life. She tried to relax the muscles in her throat, knowing that that was the only way she would ever survive what was about to happen to her.
"Take this, big talker!" Ed spat viciously.
Farrah wasn't completely prepared for the cock to drive down her throat, but she didn't have any choice in the matter. The rim of the cockhead slipped between her lips, rubbing against the roof of her mouth before slamming against the opening of her throat. Then it was sliding brutally, cruelly down her throat, past her tonsils, swelling her neck out with its fat, hefty girth.
"Ohhhhh!" Ed sighed, giving his hips one last ounce of pressure, shoving the remaining two inches of his prick down the incredibly beautiful teacher's throat.
Farrah's wide mouth was ovaled by the thick cock. She could feel the pricktip flexing and expanding in her neck, choking off all air as it throbbed with passionate life. She nibbled on the root of Ed's cockpole, rubbing her tongue against the underside of the prick as best she could. Because Ed's cock was so thick, Farrah's tongue was pressed firmly to the bottom of her mouth.
"Yeah! The bitch can take it!" Ed said, pulling his prick back far enough so the horny blonde cock-sucker could tongue and suck on the head of his prick.
Farrah wished she had the use of her hands so that she could hold Ed's cock by the base and prevent him from ramming his hugely engorged cockpole down her throat. At least then she could deep-throat his hot, throbbing prick when she wanted to, when she could take her time to do the job right. As it was, Farrah's lips, tongue and throat were simply being fucked by Ed without regard whatsoever for her own pleasure or comfort.
Ed jerked his hips back and forth in short, choppy strokes, working his cockhead's rim between the hotly sucking blonde's red lips. Farrah lashed at the pricktip, flicking her tongue against the pisshole, licking off the pre-cum the moment it oozed from the slit.
"Mmmmmm!" Farrah purred, pleased with the pungent flavor of the boy's jism. She was also happy to have a moment to compose her senses before Ed forced her to deep-throat his prick again.
Farrah felt Ed's hands loosen ever so slightly at the back of her neck. Instead of trying to get away from him, she began swanning her neck, taking the cock deeper into the succulent recesses of her ravenous mouth.
She slurped, salivating freely around the thick, throbbing prick. A bubble of saliva formed at the corner of her stretching lips, burst, then trickled down to Farrah's chin. The saliva tickled Farrah's skin and once again she wished she had the use of her hands so she could wipe it off.
When Ed pushed his hips at Farrah's face again, shoving his prick into her hot mouth, she was ready for him. The conical, spongy cockhead pressed against the back of her mouth, then drove down her throat slowly, inch by inch. She nibbled on the shaft with her lips, rubbing her tongue lightly along the throbbing, pulsing prickshaft. The taste of young cockmeat was better than Farrah had ever known!
"Mmmmmm!" she sighed, pushing her face harder against his body, feeling his crispy pubic hair against her nose.
Perhaps, Farrah thought, it's being tied up that turns me on so much. She wondered about that for a flashing moment as the blunt, fiery cockpole sliced between her lips, driving past her tonsils and filling her throat with its meaty essence.
"Uh! Ohhhhhh!" Ed sighed, reaming out Farrah's throat with his prick, holding her so that her face was crushed against his crotch.
Farrah's head snapped back a little when her nose mashed against the boy's pubic bone. She salivated around the cock, saliva trickling from the corners of her mouth to drip from her chin onto her quivering tits. Her jaws ached from being opened so far apart and though she wished to close them, she knew that to touch Ed's prick with her pearly teeth would mean something even more violent would happen to her.
Ed's hairy, cum-churning balls were flopped against Farrah's chin, warming her flesh. She felt the balls twitching, felt the excitement that raced through Ed's egg-shaped balls. Soon they would be pumping out their seed, jetting gobs of thick, acrid spunk straight down her throat.
"Fuck her face!" Johnny hissed, his eyes glued to Farrah's beautiful, tortured face. "Shove your cock down her throat, Ed! Make her pay for fucking the Jocks!"
The passion that Farrah felt made her nerves super-sensitive. It seemed to her that the world had suddenly flashed into slow motion. She could see, in her mind's eye, the strange, tortured, erotic image of herself in the office. She saw her hands, wrists together, the white sock that had been on her foot earlier now wrapped around her wrists and tied into a knot. She saw her long legs folded beneath her as she knelt on the hard floor, another sock tied around her ankles to keep them together. She saw her face, the beauty of it now distorted. She saw Ed's balls, hanging low, against her chin. She saw her swirling, silvery hair, and Ed's hands laced together at the back of her neck.
"Mmmmmm!" Farrah crooned passionately.
As though the camera had pulled into a close-up, Farrah saw her tits, small, firm and round. The aureolas were deep, rich, chocolate-brown, capped by hard, tingling nipples. Saliva glistened from the inner swells of both firm melons.
"I can't take it!" Ed gasped, and Farrah knew her turmoil and ecstasy were about to reach a peak, then end.
The mushroomed tip of Ed's prick rocketed back and forth between Farrah's hotly clutching, buttery soft lips. The bulbous head of the cock slammed against the back of her mouth before reaming down the blonde's throat, filling her mouth with all nine inches of rampaging cockmeat.
Farrah's hair flicked over her shoulders, the loose curls swirling around her cock-filled face as she struggled to catch a breath of air whenever possible. Deep-throating the cock, she felt Ed's balls slap firmly against her chin, then pull up a little. The sticky jets of fuck-cream shot straight down her throat and Farrah used her neck muscles to swallow the jism and keep from drowning.
Farrah mewled, the sounds coming out choked and stangled as she worked feverishly to drink down the heady eruption of jism that deluged her throat.
"Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh! Drink it all, you cock-sucker!" Ed sighed, relaxing the grasp he had on Farrah's head.
The moment she felt the hands loosening at her neck, Farrah pulled back, uncorking the prick from her throat but keeping the cockhead and much of the shaft in the hot confines of her mouth. She swirled her slick, cummy tongue around the cockhead as a jet of white, gooey spunk spit from the pricktip, gushing over her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Inhaling deeply through her nostrils, Farrah mentally prepared herself, then willingly chewed down the awesome shaft of Ed's cock, sucking the pricktip down her throat until her lips were again encircling the root of his prickpole.
Farrah felt the final weak jerks of Ed's prick in her throat as he gave her the last of his spunk. She continued to hold him down her throat, chewing tenderly with her lips on the oval-shaped shaft of his cock. Cum was drying on her back and her fingers felt as though they had been glued together as Well as bound. Farrah wished she could see the white drops and streams of spunk that Frank had blasted on her back. He'd really given her a load, she thought happily.
Farrah's throat was still stuffed with cockmeat when the door opened and she heard Principal Bradley's harsh, booming voice.
"What the hell is going on here?" he cried.
Chapter Thirteen
Brigette had never looked lovelier as she sat in Principal Bradley's office. Her long, wavy black hair was parted down the middle of her head, loosely curled, falling in shimmering waves down over her shoulders. Her lips had a light, red gloss to them. The kind of lips that could make a man's prick hard just by looking at them. Her pink blouse with matching knee-length skirt looked conservative, befitting the respectable image of a librarian.
"How has the war been going?" Principal Bradley asked, not bothering to hide his lusty stare. "The Jocks and the Cools still at each other's throats?"
Brigette smiled, crossing her legs at the knee, allowing her skirt to ride a little higher on her leg. She noticed the clasp of her garter was exposed as it held up her tan stocking. She didn't bother to rearrange her skirt. Brigette Mannon knew what kind of cock Principal Bradley had and she intended on getting some of it to satisfy her burning needs.
"It's going pretty good, I guess," Brigette said, her voice a sultry purr. "Farrah and I have been fucking them almost constantly."
"Just fucking?"
"We've been giving all of them blow-jobs regularly, too. It seems to keep them happy."
She leaned back in her chair, intentionally pushing her chest out a little, making her C-cup tit strain against the buttons of the pink blouse. The move did not go unnoticed by Principal Bradley.
"As long as we continue to work their cocks over, I think we can avert any potential gang warfare."
"How does it work?"
Brigette looked at the silver-haired man, not understanding his question at first. When she suddenly realized the drift of his question, she gave him a dazzling smile.
"Oh, I see what you mean," she purred lustily. "Well, Farrah and I switch off. Some days she takes the Cools and I take the Jocks, other days it is reversed. It gives the boys a little variety."
"To say nothing of you and Farrah."
"Exactly."
"It must get tiring," Bradley said slowly, looking closely at the librarian. "I mean, there are six boys and only two women."
"Farrah and I can handle it," Brigette answered. "We both love cocks. That Johnny's got one hell of a piece of prickmeat between his legs, but-"
"But what?"
"But you're still the king cock, sir," Brigette said as she rose from the chair. "Nobody has a cock as big as the monster that's growing down the leg of your pants at this very second."
Bradley swivelled his chair around, taking his legs out from beneath the desk, exposing his swollen crotch to Brigette. "Don't you think you'd better get some of it while you've got the chance?"
"Yes, sir, I do."
Brigette's words came out slow and calm, but inside she was twitching with excitement. She unbuttoned her blouse quickly, casting the garment aside disdainfully. Reaching behind her back, she pulled the zipper of her skirt down and let it filter down her legs. Standing in matching tan bra, panties, garter belt and stockings, she stepped around her employer's desk and knelt at his feet.
"First I want to suck you a little bit," Brigette purred. "Then can I fuck this magnificent cock?"
"Of course."
Brigette put her fingertips to the bulge at Bradley's crotch. The prick, she knew, was free of the constraints of underwear. Bradley never wore them so that the women in his life-and Brigette knew there were many-wouldn't have to fight through unnecessary clothing to get to his awesome, gigantic prick.
As she rubbed his prickpole through his slacks, Brigette pulled his zipper down. She fished her hand inside his pants, grabbing his cock and balls at the same time, and gently eased everything out the fly. The size of his cockrod never failed to amaze Brigette and she gasped in awe as she gawked at the fat, fleshy prick that dropped heavily against the man's thigh.
"Suck it," Bradley said quietly. "I want to see that pretty face of yours with my cock in it."
Brigette raised the cock. She knew it didn't get as hard as smaller cocks did, but that certainly didn't bother her. Bradley's prick did get quite stiff, but it never reached the bone-hard solidity that normal-sized cocks did.
"You have such a wonderful cock," Brigette cooed lustily, her tongue dancing around her lips lewdly, suggestively. "I just love taking it into my mouth or cunt."
She flicked her tongue out, grazing it lightly over the mushroomed tip of Bradley's prick. The fat knob responded immediately and Brigette could feel blood pumping into the huge, meaty prickshaft.
She tongued the cock slowly, taking her time, careful to get the entire pricktip moist with her saliva before turning her face to the side to chew her way tenderly down the shaft to his balls. Brigette sucked softly on Bradley's egg-shaped orbs, heating the massive cum-givers up with her mouth. She moaned passionately, working her way slowly back to the crown of the cockpole.
"Now in your mouth. You've been playing around long enough," Bradley instructed.
She opened her luscious lips wide and sucked the cockhead into the moist confines of her mouth. Brigette put her tongue to work immediately, swirling it around the cockhead, tonguing the cleft at the underside of the prick-knob and against the pisshole from which she knew the cum would spurt.
Bobbing slowly, Brigette filled her mouth completely with the cock, able to take only the pricktip and a couple inches of the cockshaft in her mouth before she could take no more.
She held the prickrod with both hands, one fist just above the other, working them in opposite directions as she sucked and nibbled on the tasty column of raging prickmeat.
Once the cock had reached its full size, Brigette let it slip out of her mouth. She rubbed the spitty cockhead over her lips, turning her deep-brown eyes up to Bradley's face.
"Now I'm going to fuck you dry," Brigette said, a touch of challenge in her voice as she got to her feet. She stepped back a couple paces, giving Bradley room to watch what she did next. "You like my body, don't you?"
"Slut! Take that bra off! Take those panties-off! You've got to be shown some respect for your superiors!"
Brigette giggled lightly, almost like a little girl, because she knew that despite the harshness of Bradley's words and tone, he really wasn't angry. She unclasped her bra, peeling the cups away from her magnificently shaped, full, creamy mound of tit flesh. Her 36C-24-36 body, on sight alone, could give a man a hard-on. But as she worked the panties down her legs, over the garter belt and stockings, she was especially erotic to look at-and she knew it.
"Now get over here and fuck my cock," Bradley demanded, his eyes dancing from
Brigette's hobbling tits to her sparsely-haired - pussy. "Fuck me like the slut that you are!"
She straddled his body and reached down, picking his slick, wet cock up. Brigette's tits jiggled in front of Bradley's face. When he opened his mouth wide, sucking in as much of her tit as he possibly could, Brigette rolled her head back on her shoulders, feeling her tit-tip being expertly nibbled on.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Oh, yes! Suck my tits!" she crooned, lowering her trim, shapely hips until the man's cockhead was touching her lust-inflamed cuntlips.
Brigette, her legs outstretched, knees bent, lowered herself slowly. The huge knob of Bradley's prick pushed her cuntlips inward before separating them. Brigette's rosy petals closed around the knob and she shivered, feeling her cuntlips being stretched as only Bradley's prickpole could stretch them:
She bobbed, her legs tensed as she raised and lowered herself, taking the cock deeper and deeper into her turgid, seething pussy. It took several attempts, but she finally worked all twelve fiery inches of his cock into her pussy. She dropped down on him, sitting on his thighs, feeling his prick throbbing and pulsing deep in her body.
"Kiss me," Brigette begged^ holding the man's face in her hands.
They kissed, Brigette's mouth opening to accept Bradley's probing tongue. She sucked on his tongue, dancing her tongue against it, tasting the juices of his mouth as she bobbed at his waist. The cock pushed up her cunt, skewering her pussyhole, tantalizing her burning clit to make the pussyjuice ooze from her cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the big-titted brunette purred, bouncing on the principal's lap as his cockhead struck her womb repeatedly.
She worked her hips in a circular motion, keeping the cock completely engulfed in her cunt, letting it push around her pussyhole.
"You're going to do everything I ask of you, aren't you, Miss Mannon?"
"Yes."
"You'll suck my cock and fuck me whenever I tell you to, won't you, Miss Mannon?" "Yes!"
"You'll do anything and everything I say without question or hesitation, won't you."
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Brigette chanted, knowing that she was losing control of her own life and not caring. "I'll do anything you say!"
Brigette released her pussyjuice, shivering through a hard, satisfying climax. Her slick girl-cum gushed from her pussy, staining the front of Bradley's pants. She knew he'd make her clean him off with her tongue, but that didn't matter to her now because she had a foot of rigid, fiery cockmeat stuffing her pussy. And from the way Bradley was fucking her, she figured she'd cum at least once more before she got her pussy deluged with his fuck-cream.
As Brigette soared on the lusty sensations going through her body, she could hear Bradley telling her she'd have to fuck and suck the Cools and the Jocks as often as they wanted and she readily agreed to everything he said. Quivering, her lust-throbbing clit tingling madly, she agreed to lick Farrah Anderson's cunt in front of the entire world, if that's what Bradley demanded of her.
As she fucked her boss, Brigette wondered how long she could take so much pleasure and still remain sane.
It really didn't matter to the curvaceous, stunning librarian if she was or wasn't sane, because the one thing she was absolutely certain of was that the following months would be filled with hard cocks and juicy cunts.
