Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
Laura Palmer, a frustrated married school-teacher, makes this discovery with the aid of her sexually liberated students. In reading her story, the reader, too, might discover something about himself.
A story about men and women much like you and I, who are struggling toward sexual maturity.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Laura Palmer, a high school English teacher, was sitting in her living room correcting papers. Her husband, Brent, had fallen asleep in his favorite chair while watching television. When she finished the last of the test papers, she set them aside and removed her reading glasses.
Laura was a very attractive woman in her early thirties with blue eyes and short brown hair. She had an exceptionally good figure with slim legs, a narrow waist and round full tits. From the way the male students watched her, Laura knew she was damned well stacked. Looking across the room at her sleeping husband, she wished that he would look at her like Don Olsen did. Whenever she turned around in class, Don Olsen, captain of Jefferson High School's football team, was always watching her. She recognized the warm yearning in the young man's eyes, and it often made her feel uncomfortable.
It had been a long time since she had seen a yearning expression in her husband's eyes. He had always been so ardent and passionate until about four years ago, shortly after their little daughter was born. As the years slipped away, he became more and more content to sleep or watch television.
Brent Palmer was a damned handsome man. He was in his early forties with a big frame and a ruggedly handsome face. He was a well liked man in the community, and his small sporting goods store did a thriving business.
Laura felt a delicious tingle in her cunt as she watched him and thought how nice it would be to have him put his big hard prick into her cunt and extinguish the hot yearning that seemed to always be there. Sometimes she became so frustrated with his lack of interest in fucking that she had to relieve herself through masturbation.
Getting up, she quietly walked across the room and sat on the arm of his chair.
"Come on, darling," she whispered into his ear. "Let's go to bed and do something naughty."
Smiling up at her, he took her lovely face in his big gentle hands and gave her a quick little kiss.
"Sounds great to me," he grinned, getting up from the chair.
When she had finished removing her makeup and brushing her teeth, she quickly slipped into bed, pressing her warm naked body against her husband.
"I love you," he whispered as she nestled up to him. When she reached down and began stroking his limp cock, he gently cuppdd her full soft breast in his hand.
The feel of his fingers against her erect nipple sent a surge of excitement rushing through her body. She could feel his fleshy cock beginning to swell. It was almost half erect when she felt his hand drop from her breast.
"Brent," she whispered nervously.
There was no answer. Her husband was sound asleep. She continued caressing his cock, but it soon lost its semi erection and shriveled up.
"Oh, shit," she sighed to herself, jumping out of bed.
She walked into the kitchen and, with trembling hands, poured a glass of milk. Entering the living room, she sat down sipping the drink while absently running her finger up and down her cuntlips. Groaning softly with excitement, she began rubbing her hard swollen clit. Within a matter of seconds, she exploded into orgasm.
Returning to her bed, she tried to go to sleep, but her taut nervous body would not allow it. Lying there, she suddenly wondered how Don Olsen would have reacted if she had caressed his cock like she had her husband's. Dismissing the thought as idle nonsense, she eventually dropped off into a fitful sleep.
When she awakened the next morning, Brent was already dressed and in the kitchen making coffee. Putting on a robe, she joined him.
"Why up so early?" she sleepily yawned.
"I'm holding a brief sales meeting before the store opens," he answered.
Drinking their coffee, Laura watched her husband. He was completely absorbed with the sports pages of the newspaper.
Dressing for school after her husband had left for work, Laura decided it was too warm for pantyhose and, since she was well tanned, she decided not to wear any. Slipping into a short summer dress, she suddenly wondered what Don Olsen would think of her bare legs.
This being the last two weeks of school before summer vacation and most of the final exams finished, there was a relaxed feeling in the classrooms. The morning passed quickly, and when Laura was returning from the cafeteria, she saw Don Olsen and Debbie Marshall talking together in the hall.
"Hi," called the girl when she saw the teacher.
"Hello, Mrs. Palmer," grinned Don, staring blatantly at Laura's bare legs beneath the short summer dress.
"What are you two plotting?" smiled Laura.
"We're planning to blow up the school this summer," Debbie laughed.
Don and Debbie had been going steady for a long time. She was sixteen, two years younger than Don. Laura always thought they made a strange looking couple. Don was a tall muscular boy who looked much older than his age, while Debbie, who was barely five feet tall with a curvaceous little figure, looked like she was only about fourteen years old.
"Debbie," Laura said. "I'm glad I ran into you. Can you baby sit for us next Thursday night?"
"I think so," the girl replied, looking up at Don. "Did we have anything planned?"
"I don't think so," he replied, his eyes still on the teacher's legs.
"That's great then," Laura replied. "Can you come over around seven?"
"That's fine," Debbie answered cheerfully.
"I'll see you in class, Mrs. Palmer," Laura heard Don call as she walked away, feeling his eyes still on her bare legs.
As the time approached for her final class, Laura felt a little uneasy about wearing this short dress. Although she subconsciously enjoyed it, Laura always felt uneasy at the way Don looked at her.
During the class she was constantly aware of the boy's eyes. For some unknown reason, she suddenly decided to give him a good look. The thought of teasing him sent a warm tingle through her loins.
Quietly talking to the class, she moved a stool over in front of Don who had a front row desk. Returning to the blackboard, she wrote a sentence and asked the students to diagram it.
When they began writing on their pads, she returned to the stool in front of Don's desk. Discreetly lifting her skirt, she sat down and casually crossed her legs. The boy sat frozen, looking at the soft bare flesh of her upper thighs. Slowly he raised his eyes to hers and a big leering smile crossed his face.
She teasingly smiled back and, opened her thighs as she re-crossed them, giving him a quick look at her flimsy white panties that covered her delicious little cunt.
Laura felt his burning eyes watching her when she slowly got up and walked back to her desk. Sitting down, she began to tremble. She couldn't understand why she had done such a vulgar thing j and she couldn't understand why it had excited her so much to do it.
Every time she glanced over at Don, he gave her that same leering grin. She could feel her hot cunt juices seeping into her panties. Although it had been exciting to tease the boy, she was anxious for class to end so she could get away from him. She was terribly embarrassed about her brash actions.
When class was dismissed and the students made a wild rush for the door, she was a bit worried, noticing that Don was stalling.
He walked slowly up to her desk when the last student had left the room.
"Did you want me to stay after school?" he asked softly, with that leering smile on his face.
"Why would I want you to remain?" she replied nervously.
"Well," he smiled, sitting on the edge of the desk. "I thought that maybe you wanted to use this."
Before she could say anything, he quickly opened his fly and drew out his big hard fleshy cock.
Laura stared in shock at the big swollen prick that was throbbing excitedly only inches away from her unbelieving eyes.
"My God!" she finally gasped. "Put that damned thing away!"
"Why?" he whispered, suggestively stroking his cock.
Completely horrified at what was happening, she still felt an excitement burning inside of her.
"Touch it, Mrs. Palmer," he whispered lewdly. "My prick's nice and hard."
The teacher sat motionless, staring at the big hard cock as if she were hypnotized. Her eyes were riveted on the big purple glans.
When the dazed woman didn't move, the boy reached down and gently took her trembling hand and wrapped her fingers around his big throbbing cock.
A delicious tremor raced through her body as she felt the hard sinewy flesh. She could feel the hot blood pulsating through the thick distended veins of his fuckpole, and instinctively she ran her fingers up and down the entire length of his stiff cock.
"Oh, God," she whispered excitedly, feeling her hot cunt juices dripping out of her quivering pussy.
Don shuddered with delight as he watched her lean forward and cover his big blood bloated glans with her hot wet lips. Clutching the shaft in her hands, she began sucking and licking the delicious piece of meat. She loved the feel and taste of the hard throbbing flesh against her tongue and lips. She shivered with delight as her wet sucking mouth slid up and down over the hard prick.
Don's body was shaking with excitement at the feel of her warm mouth sucking and licking on his sensitive cock.
"Oh, God," he groaned, instinctively running his fingers through the woman's soft brown hair.
The sound of the boy's soft groans and the feel of his fingers in her hair sent wild flames of excitement coursing through her hungry body.
"Oh, Don," she whispered, removing her mouth from his cock. "Please put it in me. Please fuck me."
Quickly removing her juice soaked panties, she pulled up her dress and lay on her back across the desk.
"Please, Don," she whispered passionately, spreading her thighs and rubbing her hot little cunt with her trembling fingers.
Dropping his pants, the boy stared at her delicious pink pussy. Droplets of hot juice glistened on the outer lips of her quivering cunt. Grasping her hips in his strong hands, he helped her slide her ass to the edge of the table where his excited cock was waiting anxiously to plunge into her inviting cunt. Raising her legs up over his shoulders, he gently nudged his throbbing cock head against her warm cunt opening.
"Oh, God!" She trembled, feeling the hot hard cock probing against her eager fuck hole.
She shivered excitedly as she felt his prick slip through her soft elastic opening. His glans rubbed deliciously against the moist, warm flesh of her cuntal walls.
"Oh, Don," she whispered excitedly at the feel of his big hard shaft sinking deeper and deeper into her cunt.
When he had reached full penetration, her hot mouth covered his with a deep passionate kiss. He shuddered at the feel of her tongue slithering sensuously around his.
Slowly withdrawing his cock until only the head remained in her cunt, he again thrust it back up the hot wet tunnel. In and out he drove his big hard prick through the juicy flesh of her cunt.
"Oh, Don!" she squealed with excitement when he quickened his strokes. Legs over his shoulders, her juicy slit was fully exposed to his battering assault. Faster and faster he fucked into her squeezing cunt while his big sperm inflated balls slapped against the hot flesh of her ass.
"Oh, Christ!" she screamed hysterically, her legs snaking lewdly around his neck. "Fuck, baby, fuck! That's it Don, honey, fuck me good! Fuck me hard!"
Her squeals of pleasure spurred him on. He was now driving his cock into her lust slickened fuck hole with all his strength.
The woman was writhing frantically against the rampaging cock and she was flailing wildly back and forth on the desk.
"Faster! Faster, honey!" she screamed. "I'm coming, darling! I'm coming!"
Letting out a piercing shriek, she exploded into a wild shattering orgasm when she felt Don's hot semen gushing into her fuck hole.
Looking up through half dazed eyes, she watched him withdraw his limp prick from her slippery cunt.
"What the hell are we doing?" she gasped, quickly sitting up.
"You know what we're doing," he answered.
"But it's wrong! It's wrong. We shouldn't be doing this."
"Didn't you like it?" the boy asked.
"Of course I did," she sobbed. "But it's all wrong. I've never done anything like that before."
"I didn't think you had, Mrs. Palmer," the boy smiled, "but now that you have, I think we'll enjoy some real good times in the future."
"No!" she gasped. "Never again."
"You will."
"Never!" she snapped, putting on her clothes, picking up her purse and heading for the door.
They left the classroom together. They walked silently toward the parking lot where Debbie Marshall was waiting for Don in his car. Laura waved to the girl as Don walked over to join her.
"Why so late?" Debbie asked.
"Mrs. Palmer was helping me with an English problem."
Driving home, Laura was in a state of confusion. She couldn't believe what had happened to her, and she knew she would never do anything like it again,, but her body tingled with excitement when she thought about Don's big prick.
Later that evening while preparing dinner, her mind was in a whirl. She was filled with remorse and shame for what she had done, yet her body trembled with excitement when she thought about it.
"By the way," her husband said during dinner, "I'm going over to Lancaster with the Softball team tomorrow evening and Chet Marshall has asked me to stay overnight so he can show me their new accounting system."
"When will you be back?" she asked.
"The next afternoon. I sell all the equipment to our softball team and they expect me to watch them in the finals."
"I understand," she replied in a stern voice.
The next day at school was pure hell for Laura. She dreaded facing Don in class. She made a point of wearing pantyhose and a very conservative dress.
As class began, she carefully avoided looking in Don Olsen's direction. Finally glancing over, she saw him leering at her with a very confident expression on his face.
"Mrs. Palmer," he said in a very polite voice when she had acknowledged his raised hand. "Would you please look at this sentence and analyze it for me?"
She nervously walked over to the boy's desk, where he handed her a sheet of paper.
It read: May I drop over to your house this evening?
"No," she snapped, handing it back to him in front of the students. "That sentence is completely wrong and not worth analyzing."
"It makes sense to me," he said in an innocent voice.
She abruptly turned and walked back to her desk.
"Will you please look at this one?" he asked again a few minutes later.
"Bring it up to my desk," she replied coldly. It read: I know that your husband is going out of town with the softball team tonight.
Before she could reply, a messenger came into the room and approached her.
"Mrs. Palmer," the girl said. "The principal would like to see you as soon as class is over."
"Thank you," she replied, then turning to the class: "Mr. Williams wants me in his office so I'm dismissing class five minutes early."
Don Olsen had a surprised look on his face as she quickly picked up her purse and left. The students filed out of the room, happy to be dismissed early.
"Hello, Laura," the principal smiled when she entered his office.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Williams."
"Laura," he began, "I know it's a lot of extra work, but could you help me organize the senior class picnic?"
"Well," she replied. "I haven't had much experience with that sort of thing, but I'll do whatever I can to help."
They discussed the plans for an hour and it was almost five o'clock by the time she got home. The house seemed empty and cold when she realized that Brent would not be home tonight and her little daughter was spending two days with her grandmother. Feeling nervous and restless, she undressed and slipped into a dressing gown. The phone rang.
"Hello."
"Mrs. Palmer," she heard Don Olsen's voice. "May I please come over for a few minutes?"
"Certainly not."
"But it's very important," he persisted. "Anything you have to say can be said in the classroom."
"But I sure as hell can't say this in the classroom," the boy laughed.
"Then it's better unsaid," she snapped, hanging up the phone.
Laura walked into the den and poured herself a stiff shot of Scotch. She seldom drank, but she was so nervous that she wanted something to calm her nerves. The strong liquid sent a warm glow burning in her stomach. She quickly poured another. Her body glowing deliciously from the warm Scotch, she kicked off her shoes and lay back on the soft cushions of the sofa. A feeling of well being flowed through her body from the mellow liquor.
"Fuck you," she giggled out loud when the phone began to ring again. It stopped after about twenty persistent rings, and she got up and floated over to the bar where she poured another stiff shot. Returning to the sofa, she threw herself down, half smashed with the soothing Scotch.
It was sometime later when she heard the door chimes ringing. She got up and walked unsteadily into the living room. She opened the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Palmer," Don Olsen smiled when she opened it.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she slurred.
"I want you to help me with some homework," he answered pushing through the door.
"Get the hell out of here!" she yelled, staggering slightly.
"Hey," he grinned, "my teacher's a little tight."
She slumped unsteadily into a chair.
"Where's my drink?" he asked.
"Where's your damned car?"
"Tony Crossetti drove me over," the boy replied. "I didn't think it would be smart to park my car in front of your house."
"What the hell did you tell Tony?" she asked.
"I told him you were going to help me with English," he replied. "Where's the booze?"
"In there," she muttered, pointing vaguely toward the den.
When he left the room, she unsteadily followed him. He poured two strong belts, handing one to his teacher.
"Here's to us." He smiled, looking at her lush body which was exposed through the sheer dressing gown. It was obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath.
"Please, Don," she said, belting the drink down. "I want you to leave."
"I will," he smiled, walking across the room and facing the woman. He put his hands on her shoulders.
Gently he drew her body against his.
"No," she whispered, trying to push him away. "Please don't, Don. Just go away and leave me alone."
She felt his strong hands slide down her back and gently cup her firm ass cheeks through the soft thin material of her gown.
"No," she whispered, feeling his fingers probing at the open crack of her ass. A tremor of excitement rippled through her body when she became aware of his hard cock pushing against her belly through the material of his clothes.
"We mustn't " she sobbed as he covered her lips with his passionate mouth. She shivered at the feel of his tongue pushing her lips apart. Excitement charged through her loins when his tongue sensually wound itself around hers.
Their lips still entwined, he gently lowered her onto the sofa. Cupping her soft luscious tit in his hand, he could feel her hard erect nipple pushing against the thin material of her dressing gown. Swiftly opening his fly, he released his steel hard cock. Gently taking her hand, he wrapped her fingers around his hot throbbing shaft. He could feel her trembling with excitement as she squeezed and stroked his hard fleshy pole.
Tenderly moving his hand under the flimsy gown, he felt the soft pliant flesh of her inner thigh. Her mouth was sucking hungrily on his tongue while his hands moved closer and closer to her pussy.
His cock lurched violently in her grasping hand when his finger lightly touched the slick hot opening of her juicy slit.
"Hmmmmmmm," she frantically moaned at the feel of his probing digit lightly touching her cunt. She continued sucking sensuously on his tongue. Completely overcome with lust, she squirmed her pussy against his wandering finger.
"Oh, God," she passionately whispered, feeling his finger slip into her hot slippery little hole. Trembling with passion, her hand stroked and caressed the full length of his hard cock.
Removing his finger, Don stood up and slowly began to undress while Laura quickly removed her gown. Anticipation raced through her body as she gazed at his completely nude body for the first time. Reaching out, she cupped his big crinkly balls in her hand and drew him toward her. Gently grasping his hard cock shaft, she lowered her eager mouth over his big cockhead.
"Oh, Christ!" he gasped, feeling her tongue swirling deliciously against the sensitive underside of his throbbing glans. His shaking legs could hardly support him as her mouth sucked, licked and milked the entire length of his cock. Feeling an orgasm starting to build up in his guts, he withdrew his prick from her mouth. Gently pushing her down on the couch, he crawled between her soft thighs, burying his face into her hot juicy pussy.
"Oh, God!" she screamed hysterically at the feel of his tongue against her clit. This new sensation was like an electric shock to her. Although she was aware that cunnilingus was practiced by some people, never once had Brent ever attempted to perform it on her.
"Oh, Christ, honey!" she squealed with delight. "I've never felt anything so good in my whole life."
Excited by Laura's wild squeals, Don continued to lick her clit. She was almost out of her mind with these new found sensations.
"Oh, shit, baby!" she screamed, arching her cunt against his slavering hot mouth. "Suck, baby, suck! Don't ever stop, honey! Suck me forever! Suck! Suck! Suck!"
Her smooth legs were jerking frantically in the air while her fingers clutched desperately at the sofa.
"Shit, baby, I'm coming! I'm coming!" she shrieked, violently grabbing his hair with her clutching fingers. "Oh, honey! Eeeeaaaagggghhhh! Aaaauuuugggghhhh! Suck! Suck! Suck!"
Collapsing back on the sofa, she trembled and lurched for several moments until her orgasm began to subside.
"Oh, God, Don," she whispered, when she regained her self control. "That was the wildest feeling I've ever experienced."
Again aware of the boy's throbbing erection, she smiled up at him and once more began stroking his excited cock. When he could stand it no longer, he gently parted her thighs and crawled up between her legs. Clutching his big cock with one hand, he gently rubbed his bloated cockhead up and down her juicy slit.
"Oh, God," he gasped at the feel of her warm cunt lips caressing his sensitive glans.
"Put it in, honey," she whispered, grasping his ass and pulling him toward her. "Slam it up into my hot pussy!"
He drove his cock up into the depths of her juicy fuck hole with one frantic thrust.
"Oh, shit!" she screamed in both pain and ecstasy.
Propelled by unrestrained lust, he began pounding his cock in and out of her hot slippery cunt.
Laura was lurching and screaming with delight at the delicious sensations. Never had she enjoyed a fuck as much as she was enjoying this one.
Don thought he would go out of his mind with the feel of her hot cunt grasping, sucking and squeezing on his cock.
"Oh, honey," she whispered, feeling an orgasm building up deep inside.
She was almost over the top when she felt Don's hot semen gushing into her cunt.
"Don't stop, honey!" she cried, screwing her slit up against the base of his cock. "Don't stop, baby. I'm almost ready to come!"
Frantically pulling him toward her, she could feel his cock squirting globs of semen into her excited cunt.
Completely exhausted, the boy withdrew his prick and fell back against the couch, his feet and legs spread out on the floor.
Still excited and frustrated, Laura dropped to her knees between his Out stretched legs and quickly inserted his limp prick into her cock hungry mouth. Sucking savagely, she tried in vain to restore the erection that she so desperately needed to complete her orgasm.
It was at that moment that she noticed Tony Crossetti standing open mouthed at the entrance to the den.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she mumbled, still sucking on Don's flaccid cock.
"No one answered my ring and the door was open so I walked in," he replied, staring at the teacher on her knees frantically sucking his friend's prick. "Don asked me to come back and pick him up."
Laura didn't answer as a thrill rushed through her body at the feel of Don's fleshy cock beginning to swell in her mouth.
Because of her crazed passions and her drunk state, she seemed to accept the fact that Tony Crossetti was quickly disrobing. Excited by the feel of Don's cock, now almost fully erect in her eager sucking mouth, she was only dimly aware of Tony coming across the room.
It was only when he dropped to his knees behind her and grasped her hips with his hands that she realized he was going to insert his cock into her cunt from behind. Still sucking on Don's fleshy pole, a thrill of anticipation rippled through her body as she felt Tony's hard cock probing at her slit. It all seemed perfectly natural to the sex crazed woman.
"Oh, God!" she squealed, feeling the big prick slithering up into her eager fuck-hole.
CHAPTER TWO
Roger Williams, principal of Jefferson High School, was spending the evening at home in his study going over details for the school picnic when he came across some papers that Laura Palmer had forgotten to take with her that afternoon.
"Oh, dammit," he grumbled.
"What's the matter, dear?" asked his wife, Barbara.
"Mrs. Palmer left these papers in the office this afternoon."
"Well," she smiled, "you can return them to her tomorrow."
"No, she was going to work on them at home this evening."
"What are they?"
"Supply lists for the class picnic."
"Oh, is Laura going to help?" she asked.
"Yes, I asked her today if she would help me."
"That's great," his wife said. "She's such a sweet young woman."
"Yes," he replied. "She's one person you can always depend on. I think I had better run these lists over to her house. Would you care to drive with me?"
"No," she answered, looking up at her husband who was a tall distinguished looking man in his late forties. "I want to get these things finished."
Arriving at Mrs. Palmer's home, Roger saw that the lights were on, but no one answered the door. Thinking that Laura and her husband might be out on the patio, he decided to walk around to the rear of the house.
Passing an undraped window, he noticed some movement in the room. Glancing in, he froze in his tracks at the sight of the three naked people in the den.
There was Don Olsen, a top student and captain of the football team, sitting on the edge of the sofa with his feet spread out on the floor, and Laura Palmer on her knees between his legs, frantically sucking the boy's cock. On his knees behind the teacher was Tony Crossetti, class president, fucking the woman from the rear.
He watched with disbelief as Laura Palmer's flushed face worked frantically up and down on the boy's erect cock.
"Fuck me, Tony, fuck me!" he heard the woman squeal as the youngster drove his pole madly into the woman's juicy cunt. He could plainly see Tony's cock, glistening with her cunt-juices, slithering in and out of her slippery hole where hot sticky fluids were squishing out and dripping down her lewdly naked thighs.
He stared in amazement as Don lurched violently and let out a shout. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
The principal suddenly realized that his own cock was as hard as a board. He watched a thin trickle of white semen dripping out of the corner of Laura's mouth which was still frantically sucking on the throbbing prick.
When the last drops of sperm juice had been sucked out, the principal watched Laura release the now flaccid prick from her mouth and raise her ass to receive the battering blows of Tony's plunging cock meat.
"Oh, shit!" he heard Laura scream. "Fuck me, Tony, fuck me! That's it, baby, rip that beauty all the way up my cunt. That's it, honey! That's it!"
The principal was absently rubbing his own hard shaft through his stretched trousers. Watching Laura's passion crazed face and listening to her delicious squeals of ecstasy was exciting him beyond anything he had ever witnessed in his life. His bloated cock was throbbing painfully in the tight confines of his trousers.
"Oh, Tony, honey!" the teacher was screaming.
"Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me hard! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm commmmiiiinnnngggg!"
With a wild scream she collapsed on the floor, Tony on top of her. The principal was completely dazed as he watched Tony's thick semen oozing out of her quivering little slit.
Finally gaining control of himself, he walked unsteadily to his parked car.
Roger Williams drove around for over an hour trying to comprehend the scene he had just witnessed. Every time he recalled the woman's lust mad face or her groans and squeals of ecstasy, his cock would start to throb. He couldn't relate the dependable teacher, Laura Palmer, with the wild naked woman he had seen performing lewd acts with her students. Roger was a broad minded man and always considered the personal lives of his teachers as none of his business. Yet, this was different. Could he tolerate his teachers having orgies with their students?
If word ever got around that any of his teachers, male or female, were carrying on with their pupils, it would cause a terrible scandal. It might even mean his job. He finally came to a decision. Mrs. Palmer would have to be dismissed.
"You look awfully pale," his wife noted when he returned.
"I'm a little tired."
"Did you give the list to Mrs. Palmer?"
"She wasn't home," he lied.
A few minutes later they went to bed, Roger's mind reeling with the events of the evening.
The next morning, Debbie Marshall hurried down the hall to her first class. Rounding a corner, she saw Don and Tony at the drinking fountain.
Approaching them, she stopped short when she heard Don laugh. "God, that Mrs. Palmer is sure a wild fuck."
"And one helluva blowjob," laughed his friend.
"Yeah," Don smirked. "That was sure one helluva fuck party last night. We should go over and have her help us with our homework more often."
Unnoticed by the boys, Debbie quickly turned and moved away. Their words rang in her ears as she walked blindly down the hall. What she had heard didn't make sense, yet Don had stood her up last night. Could he have been with Mrs. Palmer? It seemed impossible. Mrs. Palmer would never be involved in anything like that. She knew both Mrs. Palmer and her husband so well, and she couldn't understand her ever doing anything out of line.
She decided that she must have misunderstood what was said, yet she knew how horny Don was most of the time. Debbie had been enjoying his wonderful cock for over a year and really loved it. She had thought that Don was happy with their sex life, but now she wondered why he had wanted Mrs. Palmer.
As usual, Don met her in the cafeteria for lunch.
"Hi, honey," she smiled. "What happened to you last night?"
"Tony and I went over to Mrs. Palmer's," he answered. "We needed some help on our final papers."
"You mean you went over to her house?"
"Sure."
"Didn't Mr. Palmer think it rude of you to bother his wife at home?" she continued.
"Not at all," he answered. "He was busy watching television."
Debbie stared down at the floor. She knew that Mr. Palmer and her father had been out of town together at the softball tournament.
The day seemed to rush by for Laura. She dreaded facing Don and Tony in her last class, but the time quickly came when she had to enter the room. The students were already seated and she nervously started writing some sentences on the blackboard. Turning to the class, she avoided looking at either of the young men. When she finally glanced over at Don, he quickly lowered his eyes to the book in front of him. She was relieved that he wasn't leering at her.
Shortly before class was dismissed, a messenger came into the room and told her that the principal wanted to see her in his office after class.
She had almost forgotten about the plans for the class picnic.
"Hi, Mr. Williams," Laura cheerfully sang out when she entered his office.
"Hello, Mrs. Palmer," he answered in a tense voice.
Sitting down across the desk from him, Laura began rapidly talking about the picnic plans. Roger stared at her lovely animated mouth. Watching the movement of her lips, he recalled how he had watched semen dribbling out of them last night. The thought of it sent a strange tingle through his groin. Watching her calm blue eyes as she continued talking, he thought of how glazed and filled with lust they were last evening.
Although she was completely dressed, he seemed to see those big red tipped breasts that had jiggled so excitingly when he had watched Tony Crossetti plowing his hard cock into the woman.
"Mrs. Palmer," he interrupted. "I didn't ask you here to discuss the picnic plans."
"Then what is it?" she asked, a bit upset by his serious tone of voice.
"I must ask you to resign from our faculty immediately," he said, not looking at the woman.
"But why?" Laura gasped.
"Mrs. Palmer," he continued, still keeping his eyes lowered, "I went over to your home last night to take you the supply list that you'd left behind."
"Yes?" she responded nervously.
"When no one answered the door, I walked around to the rear of the house, thinking you might be on the patio."
She sat staring at the man.
"I'm sorry for invading your privacy," he continued, "but I saw you in your den with the boys."
Turning pale, Laura clutched the sides of her chair.
"But," she began.
"There's no buts," he interrupted, looking up at her. "I must have your resignation."
Laura was in a state of shock. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her, a person who had never before done anything out of line, and now being asked to resign because of a morals charge.
"Mr. Williams," she sobbed in shame. "I know how it must have looked to you, but swear that I've never done anything like that before in my life."
"I sincerely hope you haven't," he coolly continued. "But you leave me no choice but to ask for your resignation."
"Please," she begged, realizing that this meant the end of teaching, the end of her reputation, probably the end of her marriage and possibly the loss of her daughter.
"There's nothing I can do to help you," he said in a low voice. "I must have your resignation."
Laura's head was spinning as she tried to think of some way to escape this horrible ordeal. She was desperately grasping for a straw to save her, when a crazy idea flashed into her mind. She had been thrust into this situation against her will and now her only chance was to drag the principal into the mud with her.
Staring at him, she wondered if she could do it, and out of desperation Laura knew that she had to do it right now. The idea was insane, but she had no other choice. She was suddenly pleased that because of the hot weather she had worn a short skirt and gone without pantyhose.
"Please, Mr. Williams," she pleaded in a soft voice, walking over and sitting on the edge of his desk. "Please give me another chance?"
"I'm sorry, Laura," he answered nervously, glancing at the bare flesh of her thigh, only inches from his face.
"But, Mr. Williams," she said in a low voice. "I'm still the same Laura Palmer that was planning the picnic with you yesterday. If you hadn't looked through my window things would still be the same."
"The point is," he continued, "I saw you through the window and that changes everything."
"That was the first and only time I've ever done anything like that," she whispered softly, re crossing her legs. This time she raised the hem of her skirt a little higher, revealing more bare flesh.
"There's no excuse," the man sighed, his eyes looking at her tanned thighs. His cock gave a slight lunge as he recalled the white semen that he had seen oozing out of her cunt and dribbling down this very leg.
"I'm not a bad person, Mr. Williams," she softly added. "I just needed some love last night and the boys were there."
He glanced up, looking into her eyes for the first time.
"I shouldn't tell you this," she continued. "But I'm a warm woman and my husband just isn't interested in sex any more."
"That's ridiculous, Laura," he said, still looking into her eyes. "You're a beautiful woman, and I'm sure he's very attracted to you."
Laura suddenly realized that her plan might work. She had noticed how the principal had stared nervously at her bare legs. Being a seducer was not something that came natural to Laura, but she knew that she would have to seduce this man or lose everything.
"Oh, Mr. Williams," she sighed. "You'll never know how starved I've been for affection from a warm mature man."
Roger didn't answer. His eyes were glancing nervously at her white panties as she again slowly re-crossed her legs, giving him a lingering view of her loins.
Watching his eyes, Laura had a feeling that she might be able to seduce this man who would ruin her life if she didn't succeed. As repugnant as the whole thing was to her, she knew that her whole future hung on her ability to entice him into fucking her.
"I'm not a bad person, I'm just lonely," she whispered.
Staring at her soft lips, Roger once more recalled how he had watched the juicy jism dribbling out of them last evening. His cock gave another violent lurch.
"Please?" she begged in a soft voice as she reached down and gently took his hand in hers. "Please give me another chance."
He didn't answer. His damp palm was trembling in hers. Still holding his hand, Laura slid forward, bringing her bare upper legs even closer to his eyes.
"Oh, Laura," he finally answered. "I wish I could."
Casually she rested his hand against the warm flesh of her leg, still holding it so he couldn't withdraw it. She could feel his clammy fingers unconsciously pressing against her skin.
Gently removing her hand, he still clung to her bare thigh. Dimly aware that his hand rested on her naked flesh, Roger seemed reluctant to remove it. His cock was throbbing violently at the feel of her deliciously naked flesh. Almost out of his mind with desire, his fingers moved lightly over her soft skin. Slowly sliding forward on the desk, Laura gently forced his hand further up the inside of her leg.
Quietly dropping her sandal from her foot, she touched his bulging crotch with her bare toes. Instinctively his hand moved up between her open thighs until his fingers made contact with her flimsy panties. Lightly caressing his throbbing groin with her bare toes, Laura could feel his cock trembling with excitement.
Now almost mad with desire, Roger worked his finger around the thin strip of her panties and thrust it up into her hot juicy pussy.
"Oh God, that feels good, Mr. Williams," she whispered, still massaging his big bulge with her toes.
Her plan was working, but Laura knew that if her plot was to be successful, she had to make the man think that he had initiated it.
"Oh, Mr. Williams," she sighed. "You're driving me crazy."
When she realized that he was completely mad with lust, she suddenly jumped from the desk and walked across the room and seated herself on a couch, making sure that her open thighs were visible to his glazed eyes.
Trembling with desire and frustration, Roger hurried over to the sofa. When he thrust his hand up between her spread legs, Laura quickly opened his fly, releasing his throbbing cock.
She was startled at the size of the big cock when it sprang out of his pants. It was long and thick with a big ridge and large bloated veins that throbbed just under the tightly stretched skin. His glans protruded angrily from the end of his massive shaft.
Grunting with excitement, he ripped her panties off and plunged his finger deep into her hot fuck hole.
Not wanting to compound her problems, Laura was suddenly afraid that someone would walk into the principal's office and discover them. Knowing that her future depended on him fucking her, she began frantically thinking about where they could go for privacy. Not wanting the excited man to cool off, she continued stroking his magnificent cock while trying to form a plan in her mind.
She felt him push her back on the couch and move up between her legs.
"Oh God, Mr. Williams," she whispered, feeling his monstrous glans probing against her slit. "If you're going to put that beautiful big cock into me, let's go someplace where we can be alone."
Realizing that she was right, Roger quickly sat up on the edge of the sofa, trying to think of a place where they could be alone.
"We can't go to a motel," she whispered, leaning down and licking the head of his cock with her hot little tongue, making sure that he would not cool off. "Everyone in town knows us."
"I have a cabin up on the river," he suddenly gasped. "It's only a fifteen minute drive from here."
"Oh, God, that sounds great," she whispered swirling her tongue around his big glans.
"You can follow me out in your car," he said excitedly, stuffing his massive cock back into his pants.
"No," she answered. "Let's leave my car here and drive out in yours. It wouldn't be a good idea to have someone see my car parked at your cabin."
Laura was pleased when he agreed with her. She didn't want him to be alone in his car for fifteen minutes. She was afraid that if he were left alone he would come to his senses.
Quickly walking out to the parking lot, they got into Mr. Williams' car and drove away.
"Let me have that beautiful cock again," Laura whispered, opening his fly. "I want to suck it all the way to the cabin."
Debbie Marshall had been about to start her own car when she saw Mrs. Palmer and the principal hurrying out of the school.
"The dirty bitch," she whispered to herself. She had been enraged at the woman all day. The thought of Don fucking the teacher had filled her with an intense hate.
She was about to leave when she noticed them driving out together in the principals car. For some unknown reason she decided to follow the couple. She was surprised when they drove across town and turned onto the old river road. Staying at a discreet distance, she kept their speeding car in sight. After several minutes of driving, she saw the principal turn on to a dirt road that led down to a cabin by the river.
Stopping under some trees, Debbie watched the principal and Mrs. Palmer get out of the car and enter the building. Turning off her ignition, the curious girl decided to stick around for a while.
Entering the cabin, Laura threw her arms around Roger. Pressing her cunt against his bulging groin, she covered his lips with her hot mouth. Clinging tightly to each other, their tongues entwined, their bodies writhed in ecstasy.
Reaching down, Roger pulled her short skirt up above her ass. Cupping her soft ass cheeks in his hands, he pulled her eager body against his.
Stepping back and removing her dress and bra, Laura lay back on the bed, her hot juicy cunt lusciously exposed.
"My God," Roger gasped, staring down at the. naked body deliriously spread out for him to enjoy.
A wild tingle rippled through Laura as she watched the man disrobe, revealing his massive cock and balls to her hungry eyes.
When he approached the bed, she reached out and gently grasped his big cock and slipped his hot glans into her warm mouth. She rolled her tongue around the organ, flicking it rapidly against the sensitive cockhead. Removing the big bulb from her mouth, she ran her tongue up and down the length of his thick shaft until it glistened with her spit. Opening her lips wide, she sucked in his crinkly balls. Reaching around, her fingers trailed around the sensitive ring of his puckered asshole.
Releasing his balls from her mouth, she lay back on the bed, opening her legs to his lust crazed eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, he dropped to his knees beside the bed and buried his face into her hot juicy slit.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "If only my husband would do that to me. Oh, Christ, honey, that feels good!"
Laura quivered with delight, feeling his tongue swirling lightly around her sensitive clit. Squirming in ecstasy, she raised her hips, shoving her hot juicy cunt up against his mouth.
"Please fuck me. Please put that beautiful big cock in my cunt," she whispered into his ear.
Needing no further urging, he crawled up between her open thighs. Reaching down and grasping his thick shaft, Laura guided the big prick toward her hot fuck hole.
Raising her hips to assist the penetration, she felt his huge glans pushing against the yielding flesh of her grasping cuntlips. She felt them stretching and stretching to accommodate the massive glans that was sinking so deliciously into her trembling body.
Roger shuddered with delight, feeling the stretched walls of her cunt squeezing against his big prick.
"Oh, God, that feels good," he gasped as his cock slowly pushed up through her grasping cunt.
The feel of his thick prick pressing urgently against her stretched cuntal walls sent thrill after thrill surging through her hungry body. She had arranged this seduction to save her job, but now her only thoughts were of the unbelievable pleasure she was getting from his big cock.
When he had finally reached full penetration, Roger lay perfectly still for several moments, enjoying the feel of her cunt squeezing deliciously around the length of his cock.
Finally he began sliding his hard shaft in and out of her hot slippery cunt.
"Oh, honey," she moaned softly, feeling his big pole slithering against the slippery walls of her fuck-hole. The thick ridge of his glans rubbed deliciously against her hot cunt flesh that sucked and squeezed his magnificent shaft.
The only sound in the cabin was the gentle squeaking of the bedsprings, their deep breathing and the sensuous slurping sound of his massive cock pumping in and out of her hot slippery hole. Her hot cunt juices dripping down her ass, she was conscious of his heavy balls slapping against her wet flesh.
"Oh, honey!" she squealed when he began speeding up the tempo of his thrusts. "That's it, baby, give it to me good!"
As he fucked faster and deeper into her hungry cunt, it felt like her whole body would explode with ecstasy.
"Oh yes, Roger," she whispered. "That's it, baby, that's it!"
His big driving cock was throbbing with ecstasy. The pleasure was so intense that Roger was no longer in control of his own actions. Muscular spasms were now driving his cock in and out with savage intensity.
"That's it, Roger!" she squealed hysterically, feeling his prick ripping madly into her flaming pussy. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard!"
Spurred on by her erotic squeals, the man was pounding and driving even faster and deeper into the hysterical woman's lurching body.
"Faster, Roger, faster! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!" she screamed as his inflamed cock ripped and tore into her sex crazed flesh.
"Split me open, baby!" she shrieked, sinking her teeth and nails into his shoulders. "Fuck, Roger, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Suddenly feeling his semen squirting wildly against her tingling cuntal walls, Laura's whole world seemed to explode into one giant orgasm.
Her body was trembling in uncontrollable ecstasy as she felt his juice spurting into her grasping fuck-hole.
"Oh, God," she whispered. "Oh God, Roger, that was delicious!"
When the man heaved over onto his back, Laura quickly crawled down and slipped the wet shrinking lump of cock flesh into her mouth. Sucking frantically, she siphoned the last delicious drops of semen from deep in his prick. His body lurched in delicious agony as she continued sucking savagely on his spent cock, hoping to keep it hard. Writhing with excitement, her mouth and tongue worked frantically over the exhausted man's prick. She wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked.
"Oh, Roger," she whispered excitedly, feeling his fleshy cock swelling again in her mouth.
Shuddering with pleasure, Roger's cock began to throb with renewed excitement.
As Laura lay across his stomach sucking his cock, Roger gently grasped her hips and moved her luscious cunt over his face. His face between her thighs, he buried his mouth into her semen drenched cunt in the traditional sixty nine position.
They were so engrossed with excitement that neither of them was aware that little Debbie Marshall was peering through the window.
Debbie was staring in numb fascination at the two nude figures sucking so frantically on each other's genitals. Erotic tingles rippled through the young girl's pussy. She had never witnessed anything as thrilling as the wild fuck she had been watching, and now she shivered with delight watching them frantically sucking on each other.
Although she had been having sex with Don for almost a year, it was nothing like what she was watching. Her sex had consisted of hurried quickies in a car or a furtive attempt behind bushes while partially dressed.
"Oh, God," she heard Mrs. Palmer whisper as her mouth eagerly slurped on the principal's big thick cock. Debbie scratched her wet pussy as she stared with disbelief at the man's huge cock. The thought of licking it sent hot flashes through her excited body. She was fascinated at the sight of Mr. Williams' juice drenched face slobbering in the woman's slippery cunt. She suddenly had a mad desire to feel a man's tongue in her cunt or to have a hard warm cock in her mouth.
She almost fainted when she watched the man start lurching and groaning, followed by the sight of his thick white semen dribbling from Laura Palmer's mouth.
Staring in complete fascination, she was filled with an overpowering desire to taste the man's sperm juice.
Not wanting to be discovered, Debbie slowly walked back to the car, her body trembling with excitement. She wanted to suck and be sucked, but with whom? She didn't want Don. She wanted a more experienced man.
Suddenly a wild thought exploded in her sex filled mind. Laura Palmer had fucked Don, so Debbie felt it would be fun to seduce the woman's husband. He was a handsome man, and Debbie felt it would be exciting to try and make him.
Getting into her car, Debbie was trembling with excitement and anticipation. Before she turned the key, she pulled up her skirt and slipped her finger through the leg of her panties. She began clawing frantically at her little cunt. Within seconds her body exploded into a wild self induced orgasm.
Later, when Mr. Williams drove Laura back to town, there was no mention of her resignation. The subject was never brought up again.
CHAPTER THREE
When Debbie arrived at the Palmer home Thursday night to baby sit, she felt very self conscious around the teacher. She realized that Laura Palmer was unaware of what she knew, yet Debbie felt uncomfortable. It amazed her how casual and relaxed Mrs. Palmer was around her home. Debbie knew that the woman had been fucked and sucked by three different men within a twenty four hour period, yet she seemed to be the same charming housewife that Debbie had always known.
Holding the baby in her arms, Laura excitedly told Debbie .about the dinner party they were attending that evening.
"Hi, Debbie," Brent Palmer greeted when he entered the room. "How's my favorite girl tonight?"
"Fine, thanks," she answered, watching Mrs. Palmer move over and affectionately straighten his tie.
"You'll be going to the class picnic next Saturday?" he casually asked.
"Oh, sure."
"Mrs. Palmer is assisting Mr. Williams with the arrangements," he continued, "and I think they intend to put me to work."
"It won't hurt you," Laura laughed. "You'll enjoy it."
Looking up at Mr. Palmer, Debbie visualized the handsome man's mouth buried into her pussy.
"Maybe I can help you," she smiled at him.
"Nonsense," Mrs. Palmer interrupted with a smile. "You children are there to enjoy yourselves and leave the chores up to us old fogies."
"But I'd really like to help," said Debbie, realizing this would give her an opportunity to be around the man she intended to seduce.
"We'll remember that," Laura replied as she handed the baby to Debbie and moved toward the door.
"Yes," her husband smiled, "and we'll be home early."
When they had gone, Debbie stared at the door, wondering how Brent Palmer's cock would feel and taste in her mouth.
Saturday morning arrived and Debbie slipped into the tightest, shortest cut offs she owned. The sides were slit almost to her hips and her cunt was faintly outlined against the tight crotch. Her flat tanned stomach and navel were deliciously exposed between the low slung cut offs and the brief halter that barely covered her firm young tits.
"Good grief!" Mrs. Palmer laughed when she saw Debbie at the picnic. "That's quite a bold outfit."
"It's comfortable and everything's covered," Debbie giggled.
She liked the way Mr. Palmer glanced at her. There was a very appreciative expression in his eyes.
"Hello, Debbie," he smiled. "You look like a breath of spring today."
"Thank you," Debbie replied. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Not right now," Laura smiled. "Mr. Williams and I have to go over and make arrangements for the canoes, but when the truck arrives you can help us unload the supplies."
Smiling, Debbie watched Laura walking toward the lake with Roger Williams.
When they had gone, Debbie sat up on the picnic table. Resting her feet on the long seat, she innocently opened her thighs. She noticed how Brent Palmer glanced down at her tight crotch that was blatantly exposed to him.
"When will the truck be here?" she asked innocently, noticing how his nervous eyes kept glancing down at her revealing cut offs.
"It shouldn't be long," he replied.
Resting her arms on her knees, Debbie began lightly tracing her fingers and nails over the soft flesh of her inner thighs. From the look in Brent's eyes, she was certain he hadn't missed the sensual movements of her fingers.
Shortly after that an old pickup arrived with the load of supplies.
"Are you Mr. Williams?" a fat man asked.
"No, I'm Mr. Palmer."
"Well, I'm supposed to deliver this stuff to a Mr. Williams," continued the driver, struggling to get his girth out of the seat.
"He's gone down to the lake for a few minutes, but you can unload them right here."
"Hell," puffed the lumbering man, "it's not my job to unload it."
"That's all right," Debbie smiled, jumping up onto the bed of the pickup. "I'll just hand them down to you, Mr. Palmer."
"Okay," he smiled as Debbie handed him a box.
Every time she bent over to pick something up, she was aware that the cheeks of her little ass were exposed to Mr. Palmer. Whenever she glanced back, his eyes were staring nervously at her curvaceous ass.
The truck was unloaded only minutes before Laura and Roger Williams returned. For the next hour it was a beehive of activity as the adults, assisted by several students including Don Olsen and Tony Crossetti, set up the serving line.
When the work was completed, they all scattered off to participate in various activities.
"Come on, Debbie," Don called. "Let's go canoeing."
"No, thanks," she smiled. "I'm going to stay here and help."
"That won't be necessary," Laura interrupted. "There isn't anything left to do until after lunch."
"Okay," Debbie smiled, not wanting to make it too obvious that she preferred staying with Laura's husband.
Hand in hand, Debbie ran down to the lake with Don Olsen.
Later in the day, when lunch had been served, much to Don's disappointment, Debbie stayed behind to help clear up the, mess.
While they worked, she noticed the warm side glances exchanged between Laura Palmer and Roger Williams. When everything was completed, Laura suggested that she and Roger should go down and check the students in the swimming area.
Watching them going down the trail toward the water, Debbie saw them turn away from the lake and disappear into a thick grove of trees. His back turned to them, Brent Palmer was unaware of what they had done.
"Let's walk down to the lake," Debbie suggested after several minutes of silence.
"Sounds fine," he replied, getting up and starting down the path.
"No, not that way," Debbie laughed. "Let's explore this trail."
She quickly moved down a trail that led through heavy underbrush toward the lake. Brent Palmer followed, his eyes focused on her tight little ass which was pertly swinging along in front of him.
The trail led to a small clearing where a deserted boat house clung to the edge of the water. Most of the old dock had rotted away, leaving bare naked pilings sticking up out of the still water.
"This is sure peaceful," Brent sighed, sitting down on the steps of the old boat house.
"It certainly is," Debbie smiled at him, sitting on a step just below his and casually draping her arm over his knee. Whenever she bent forward, she was keenly aware of the way he glanced down at her big hard nipples, so excitingly exposed beneath her loose fitting halter.
Brent thought it was perfectly normal the way her arm was casually draped over his knee.
"Are you having fun?" Debbie asked, tossing her long hair behind her shoulders.
"I sure am," he grinned down at her pixie face. "Are you?"
"Gosh, yes," she giggled, gently squeezing his knee with her hand.
After several minutes of silence, Debbie leaned forward and smiled up at him coquettishly. "Do you like to look at my tits?"
"What?" Brent gasped.
"Do you like my tits?" she repeated with a little giggle.
Brent just stared at her, unable to speak. He had been aware of her provocative little body all day, but this remark was more than he could grasp.
"I think we should go back," he finally spoke.
"Not until you answer my question," she whispered.
"This is ridiculous."
"Then why don't you like them?" she giggled. "I didn't say that I didn't like them."
"But you didn't say you liked them," Debbie persisted.
"All right, Debbie," Brent sighed nervously. "I like them."
"Do you want to feel them?" she asked in a teasing voice.
"No," he snapped.
"Why not?" she giggled, casually moving her hand from his knee to his inner thigh. "Most men love to feel tits."
He didn't answer.
Smiling at him, Debbie reached up and casually released the tie string behind her neck. As the loose halter dropped, her naked breasts and hard erect nipples thrust out saucily.
"Please feel them," she whispered, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"My God, Debbie!" he gasped. "Have you lost your mind?"
"Please, Mr. Palmer?" Debbie repeated and reached for his hand. She guided his fingers toward her excited nipples.
"This is ridiculous, Debbie," he gasped. "Let's get back to camp."
"I'll go back," she giggled, "when you've felt my tits."
Slowly drawing his reluctant hand closer to her naked mounds, her other hand snaked gently up toward his groin.
An excited tremor raced through the confused man's body when his hesitant fingers made contact with the vibrant flesh of her naked tits.
"Oh, that feels so good," she whispered, drawing his fingers across her hard erect nipples.
With a short breathless gasp, Brent suddenly grabbed her tit flesh in his trembling hand.
"Now, doesn't that feel good?" Debbie sighed softly, moving her other hand gently up to his bulging crotch.
Kneading her luscious breasts, Brent was vaguely aware of the girl's fingers caressing his cock. His body was suddenly screaming with a passion he hadn't felt for years.
Reaching down, Debbie opened his fly and grabbed his deliciously hard cock.
Debbie stared in trembling fascination at the big hard pole she was clutching in her hand. The smooth throbbing shaft seemed to grow bigger. She could feel the blood surging through the distended veins just below the tightly stretched skin. The big cockhead looked like it was ready to explode.
Unconsciously, Debbie leaned over and touched her little tongue against the hole on the very tip of the big angry looking glans. She trembled excitedly at the first taste she had ever had of a man's cock. Though not unpleasant, it was a strange taste. Holding his stiff shaft in her hand, she began licking the big rubbery bulb. She could feel Brent lurching beneath her as she gently bathed his cock with her spit.
She opened her mouth wide and lowered her lips over his big delicious cockhead.
"Oh, God," Brent moaned. "You shouldn't be doing that, Debbie. You shouldn't be doing that!"
Crazed with the strange new taste of cock, Debbie worked her mouth frantically over the big throbbing cock.
"Gee, that tastes good," she whispered up to him between sucks and gulps.
Brent was almost out of his mind with excitement as Debbie continued working her hungry mouth up and down over his cock.
He couldn't understand why he was allowing this young girl to do what she was doing, yet his lust filled body was beyond stopping her.
His trembling body was driving him to an even higher plane of passion as her cock hungry mouth worked faster and deeper over his throbbing prick.
She wasn't prepared for the hot thick semen that squirted into her slurping mouth. The taste of the tangy semen gushing against the back of her throat was a sensation she would never forget. She began frantically swallowing the delicious fluid as it continued spurting out of his wonderful cock. When the sperm juice quit flowing, she frantically sucked the last drops from his shrinking prick.
Feeling the exhausted man trembling in ecstasy, Debbie rested her face on his leg, her hand still caressing his wet cock.
"That's such a neat big cock," she whispered.
"My God, Debbie!" he gasped. "What the hell are we doing? Let's get back to camp."
"Not until I get fucked," giggled the horny girl.
Standing up in front of him, Debbie quickly removed her cut offs.
Brent Palmer's prick began to throb again as he stared at the lovely nude girl. Soft downy hairs surrounded her hot little pussy, cradled so deliciously between her warm thighs. Caressed by the afternoon sun, little beads of cunt-juice glistened on the moist pink lips of her pussy.
His mind dazed with excitement and his throbbing cock fully erect, he stood up. Grabbing the girl, he threw her onto a stack of canvas sails piled against the old boat house.
The startled girl's legs flew open as she landed. With an animal like grunt, Brent plunged his face into the furry warmth of her wet little pussy.
"Oh, God," she gasped at the feel of his thick tongue in her cunt. It was a wild new experience for her, and much more exciting than she had ever expected it to be.
"Eeeeeeaaaaahhhhh!!" she squealed as the tongue swirled around in her juicy slit. She thought she would blow her mind when he sucked her erect clit into his wildly slurping mouth.
"Oh, Mr. Palmer," she moaned, watching his juice drenched mouth sucking madly on her cunt.
It was only after she had exploded into a mind blowing orgasm that he removed his face from her hair fringed honey pot.
Still half dazed from the climax she had just experienced, she looked at the man standing in front of her, his huge erect cock protruding from his open fly.
"Take off those dumb pants," she whispered.
When he had complied, Debbie lay back on the pile of canvas and spread her legs. She reached down and parted her hot cuntlips.
"Come on, baby," she smiled up at him with mischievous eyes. "Here's my cunt just waiting for your big hard cock."
When he dropped to his knees between her widespread legs, she drew her knees up against her tits, exposing the entire length of her hot wet slit. Slowly he advanced his prick toward her eager little pussy.
Feeling his big hard glans probing lightly against her cunt lips, Debbie reached down and grasped his flaming shaft, brushing his cockhead up and down against the opening of her hungry slit. The end of his cock was glistening with the juices that were oozing out of her slippery cunt.
Slowly and sensually she guided the big purple glans between the swollen outer lips of her cunt and against the hot opening of her fuck hole. Grasping his ass, she arched her quivering hips up and drew him gently toward her.
"Oh, honey," she whispered into his ear, feeling his big throbbing cockhead slip into her warm cunt.
When her body began to relax after the initial penetration, she arched her hips a little higher, feeling his wonderful shaft slip deeper into her cunt.
Her arms locked tightly around his shoulders, Debbie drew him tighter against her, feeling his big cock slipping deeper and deeper into her juicy young cunt. She shivered in ecstasy as the throbbing muscle of his bloated cock rubbed deliciously against the raw nerve ends of her trembling fuck hole.
"Oh, God, Mr. Palmer," she gasped in a hoarse whisper, feeling his cock slide deeper into her pussy.
When he had reached full penetration, the man lay perfectly still over her body. Lying still and quiet, he could feel her excited cunt grasping and sucking his massive cock.
Brent almost went crazy with excitement when Debbie started rotating her clasping cunt around the length of his shaft.
Grasping the girl's ass, he squirmed against her, driving his cock even deeper into her belly.
"Oh shit, honey," she squealed excitedly, feeling the sensuous movements of his cock.
Crazed with lust, they slowly ground their bodies against each other. The unbelievable sensations were driving Debbie into hysterics as she began violently thrusting her hips up against Brent.
"Oh God, Brent!"
He withdrew his cock and, after a brief hesitation, slammed it back into her hot cunt.
"Oh shit, baby!" she squealed as he began thrusting his big cock in and out of her slippery slit. She locked her legs around his waist.
Every thrust of his savage cock sent screaming sensations through Debbie's body. The ecstasy was almost more than she could stand as she screamed, bit and clutched at the older man who was giving her a fucking that was beyond her wildest dreams.
"Faster, baby, faster!" she sobbed, feeling his big juice slickened cock driving madly into her fuck hole. Their slippery bodies pounded ruthlessly against each other. The old boat house reverberated with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
"Oh shit, Brent baby, fuck me! Fuck me!" Debbie thrust her cunt up to receive the big hard shaft that was savagely ripping into her.
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" she squealed hysterically, biting and clawing at the man who was filling her body with ecstasy.
"Oh, honey!" she screamed. "I'm going to explode! Oh, Brent, I can't stand it!"
Feeling the child spasming beneath him, Brent fucked even harder, realizing that she was rapidly approaching an orgasm.
"Ohhhhhh shiiiiittt!" she screamed when she felt his hot semen squirting deep into her belly. Frantically grasping him, she exploded into the most intense orgasm of her young life. She trembled beneath the man for several minutes while his shrinking cock continued spurting globs of cum into her quivering fuck hole.
When the pair had fully recovered, they slowly dressed and walked unsteadily up the trail to the picnic area.
It seemed that no one had missed them. Mrs. Palmer and the principal had not yet returned, and three or four of the boys were loading unused supplies back onto the pickup truck. Debbie and Brent pitched in to help.
A few minutes later, Laura and Roger Williams returned. Laura's face was slightly flushed. Debbie smiled to herself when she saw a pine needle clinging to the back of the teacher's hair.
When everything was packed and ready, Laura turned to her husband.
"Honey," she smiled at him. "Do you mind if I drive back with Mr. Williams? He has to drop some things off at the school and I'm the only one that can sort them out."
"Not at all," Brent replied pleasantly.
"Then will you drop me off at my house?" Debbie asked, smiling at Brent.
"Sure."
"Hey, Debbie," Don Olsen interrupted. "I thought you were going home with me. We could go to a movie and grab something to eat later."
"I'm really tired, honey," she said. "I'd only spoil your evening."
She walked over to the boy.
"Call me tomorrow," she whispered, kissing him lightly on the cheek before returning to Brent who was waiting for her by his car.
It was nearly dusk when they reached the old river road on their way home. When they passed the dirt road that led down to Mr. Williams' cabin, Debbie saw the outline of his car parked in the shadows of the building.
"Let's turn down by the river," she suggested when they had driven two or three miles down the road.
"I should be getting home," Brent replied. "Laura is probably waiting for me."
"I don't think she'll be home for a while," Debbie answered, smiling to herself. "They'll probably get tied up at that dumb school."
When they had driven another mile or so, she pointed to a little road that headed toward the river. "Please, let's drive down there for just a few minutes. It's such a lovely evening."
Smiling, Brent turned down the road that led to a little clearing in a grove of trees on the river bank.
"Gee, this is neat," Debbie said when he turned off the ignition and lights. "I want to fuck again," she whispered, taking his hand and pressing it against her thigh.
At the feel of her warm young flesh, his cock lurched excitedly.
Debbie drew his face down and covered his lips with her hot open mouth. He felt her tongue snake into his mouth. Their mouths still locked in a deep tongue kiss, Debbie reached down and released his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants.
"Gee, that's a hard cock," she whispered, momentarily removing her mouth from his and delicately running her fingers up and down the length of his sensitive organ.
Releasing his rigid prick, she removed her halter.
Then, raising her ass, she slipped out of her cut offs.
Brent stared at her firm young body glowing so sensually in the evening dusk.
"Well," she giggled mischievously, "take off yours."
When he hesitated, she reached over and began unbuttoning his shirt. Within a few seconds, he was naked, his big hard cock proudly thrusting up from between his legs.
"That's better," Debbie whispered, again covering his mouth with hers while she stroked his rock hard prick.
"Come over here from behind that damned wheel," she giggled, pulling him toward her side of the car.
She got on her knees and, facing the man, she straddled his waist and lowered her slit down around the head of his throbbing cock. Slowly lowering herself, she felt his big glans slip easily through the tight opening of her delicious fuck hole.
The feel of Debbie's hot little cunt sliding down over his trembling cock and her soft tits pressing against his face sent flames roaring through his body.
Debbie's tits tingled with fire as he drew a rock hard nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, honey," she moaned as she continued lowering her slippery cunt, taking more and more of his massive cock into her fuck hole. When she had taken the full length of the big cock into her cunt, she could feel his glans burning lusciously in the depths of her belly.
"Oh, Brent," she whispered, swirling her cunt around his prick. "This feels so fuckin' good."
Reaching down and gently grasping her ass cheeks, Brent began raising and lowering her cunt over his iron clad cock. She squealed as the big pole slithered in and out of her twat. Glancing down, she could see his cock sliding in and out of her grasping cunt. With each stroke she could see and hear her cunt lips sucking his wet shaft.
Faster and faster he bounced the young girl up and down. Watching his own cock driving up into her pussy was driving him crazy. He stared, as if hypnotized, at the hot juices squishing out of her cunt and onto his plunging prick. Driving deeper and faster, her hot breasts rubbed tantalizingly against his wet sucking mouth.
With a wild expression on her face and her hair flailing wildly from side to side, Debbie stared blindly up at the spinning night sky. His plunging cock had set her whole body aflame. Their mutual ecstasy had reached a height almost beyond human endurance when he exploded a wild stream of cum into Debbie's frantic cunt.
Feeling the sperm juices gushing against her grasping cuntal wall, she was wildly enveloped by a violent orgasm.
"Oooooohhhhh, honey!" she screamed, frantically clawing and clutching Brent. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh shiiiittt, I'mmmmm commmiiiinnnngggg!"
Still straddling Brent's shrinking cock, Debbie trembled for several moments. When her over-powering climax began to recede, she covered his mouth with hot passionate kisses.
"Oh, honey," she whispered, gently nibbling his ear. "That was the best fuck in the whole world."
When she finally raised herself up, there was a sucking sound as her cunt lips reluctantly released his shrinking cock. Big globs of his cum juice squished out of her quivering slit and dribbled down her thighs.
"You're so lovely," he whispered. "If only Laura would give me a wild time like this."
Debbie smiled to herself. It was the second time she had heard that statement. She recalled how Laura Palmer had expressed the same thing about her husband. Debbie decided that adults could sure fuck, but their thinking and knowledge of each other was certainly screwed up.
They slowly dressed and headed toward town. Passing the Palmers' house which was just up the street from her own, Debbie noticed Mr. Williams escorting Laura to her door.
Debbie smiled to herself. She certainly knew of two women who were going home with a cunt full of semen.
CHAPTER FOUR
The day of the picnic certainly changed the life of Debbie Marshall. The introduction to adult sex had set her young healthy body on fire with a consuming desire" for more and more sex. The girl could think of nothing else, her pussy was always wet with desire and her nipples always tingled and burned against her clothing. She stared excitedly at the crotch of every man or boy she passed on the street.
With school dismissed for the summer, she spent many secret hours with Brent Palmer. When she wasn't with Laura's husband, she was being fucked by Don Olsen in his car or behind bushes. Although Don was not as exciting as the older man, he had a hard prick and. that was what she wanted. She couldn't seem to get enough cock and she frequently masturbated when alone.
One warm afternoon Debbie was up in her room gently massaging her clit when the phone rang.
"It's for you, Debbie," her mother called from downstairs.
"Hello," Debbie answered on her extension.
"Hello, Debbie," replied the soft feminine voice on the other end of the line. "This is Barbara Williams."
"Oh hi, Mrs. Williams."
"Debbie," the woman continued, "my young nephew is staying with us for a few days and I must attend a meeting over in Rushford this afternoon and I won't be back until later this evening. I wondered if you might look in on him occasionally while I'm gone."
"Certainly," Debbie replied. "I'd be glad to."
"Ronnie's no baby," the principal's wife continued. "He's twelve years old, but he doesn't know anyone in town and I'd just feel better if I knew you were checking on him once in a while."
"When would you like me to come over?" Debbie asked.
"I must leave in about an hour," Mrs. Williams answered. "But I'd like you to drop by and meet him before I go."
"Gee," Debbie replied. "I could drop over now."
"That would be fine, dear." When Debbie arrived, she was greeted at the door by Mrs. Williams.
"This is so nice of you," the woman smiled, opening the door.
Sitting down, Debbie studied the woman seated across from her. She couldn't understand why Mr. Williams was fooling around with Laura Palmer when he had such a beautiful wife. Barbara Williams was a little older than Laura, but she had a full figure, with luscious round breasts that were as firm as a young girl's. She had creamy soft skin that contrasted dramatically with her thick black hair.
"Where's your nephew?" Debbie asked.
"He's upstairs. He'll be down in a few minutes."
Debbie was fascinated with the woman's sensuous mouth when she spoke. She still couldn't understand why Mr. Williams preferred Laura to his lovely wife.
"Oh, Ronnie," Barbara said when her nephew entered the room. "I want you to meet Debbie Marshall. She's going to look in on you occasionally while I'm gone."
"Hello, Ronnie," Debbie welcomed, extending her hand to his.
"Hi," he answered with a trace of embarrassment. "Gee, Aunt Barbara, I'm old enough to take care of myself."
"I know you are," Barbara said. "But Debbie is just going to drop in occasionally in case you need something."
Debbie thought what a lovely young boy he was.
Ronnie had thick red" hair and a scattering of freckles across his face, giving him a cute impish appearance.
"Well get along real fine together, won't we, Ronnie?" laughed Debbie.
"I guess so," he replied, looking down at the floor.
After a few minutes of conversation, Debbie left, telling the boy that she would come over and see him later that afternoon.
When the girl returned around three o'clock, there was no answer to her ring. After pressing the bell three times, she tried the door and it opened. Entering the room, she heard water running in the upstairs' bathroom. She sat down and leafed through a magazine until she heard the shower stop running.
"Ronnie!"
There was a long period of silence and then he finally answered. "Who is it?"
"It's Debbie," she sang out, walking over to the foot of the stairs. The boy was standing on the top landing with a towel around his waist.
"Don't look," the boy gasped. "I ain't got nothin' on."
"You have a towel around you," Debbie said as she started up the stairs. Suddenly she had a crazy desire to see and touch the young boy's prick.
"Please, Debbie," he said nervously. "I ain't got nothing under this towel."
Debbie followed the boy as he backed into his room and sat on his bed, clutching the towel around his waist.
"Don't be so bashful," she smiled, sitting on the bed. "I've seen lots of pricks before."
The boy stared at her in fright.
"May I see your prick?" she asked in a gentle voice.
"Jeez, no," he blurted out. "Why not?"
"Please go away until I get dressed," the boy begged.
"May I just touch it?"
"Shit no!"
"Ronnie," Debbie asked softly, "do you ever jack off?"
"Why?"
"Because all boys do."
"Well," he replied nervously. "Sometimes."
"Does it feel good?"
"Sort of, I guess."
"Have you ever had someone else jack you off?"
"Shit, no!" he exclaimed. "Why not?"
"I ain't letting anybody mess around with my prick!"
"It sure feels good to a boy when he gets jacked off by a girl," Debbie said, placing her hand on the towel.
"Please don't mess around with me," he said nervously, pushing her fingers away.
"Ronnie," she continued, "just let me show you how good it feels to be touched by a girl."
"I don't want to get in any trouble," he answered, pulling the towel tighter around himself.
"You won't get in trouble. We'll keep it a secret."
The young boy just stared at her.
"Please," she whispered. "Let me touch your cock for just a second."
When he didn't answer, Debbie reached over and slowly removed the towel from the confused boy's waist.
A delicious tingle ran through her body when she saw the young boy's prick. His pink little cock was laying limply over his smooth balls, the head covered by uncircumcised skin. Little tufts of fuzzy hair showed faintly around the base of his limp prick.
Reaching down, she held the little organ and carefully slid the skin back until his shiny little cockhead slipped out from the folds of skin.
"Oh, geez!" he gasped, his prick quickly exploding into a hard erection. It was only three or four inches long but it was as hard as steel.
"Doesn't that feel good?" she whispered, gently drawing the skin back and forth over his excited cockhead.
"Wow!" he answered, his body trembling with excitement.
Debbie continued stroking the rigid little prick. His body was trembling with excitement as she continued the slow sensuous strokes on his little prick.
"Faster, Debbie, faster!" he pleaded. "No, honey," she whispered, still fondling his cock.
Frantically he reached down and grasped her hand. He tried to work it faster over his cock.
"Faster! Faster!" he squealed excitedly.
"No, honey," she giggled, continuing the slow sensuous movement that she knew was driving him wild.
Without warning a stream of hot cum squirted madly out of the end of his cock. It flew up onto his thighs and her hand.
Releasing his prick, she gently cleaned him off with the towel.
"Did you like that, Ronnie?" she whispered to the trembling child.
"Geez, yes!"
"Now isn't it better to be jacked off by a girl?" Debbie giggled.
"Shit, yes," he answered. "When I do it to myself, I get so darned excited I just whack it off as fast as I can."
"I'll show you all kinds of neat things this afternoon."
The young boy smiled at her with a grateful expression on his freckled face.
Bending down, Debbie took his limp little prick in her fingers and inserted it into her mouth.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to suck you off." Debbie smiled at him as she momentarily removed her lips from his flaccid little cock.
"Does my prick taste funny?"
"You're a salty tasting little bugger," she giggled. "But it tastes good."
"Jeez," he blurted, suddenly feeling his cock getting hard in her hot wet mouth. "You better be careful or you'll get a mouthful of my goo."
"That's all right." She slurped on his prick. "I love the taste of cock juice."
The boy began writhing in ecstasy as she sucked and rolled his rigid cock around in her hot mouth.
"Oh, shit!" he gasped. "I'm gonna squirt junk into your mouth!"
"Good, Ronnie, good," she said between sucks. "Squirt me full of it."
The child was almost out of his mind with excitement, his arms, legs and body shuddering wildly with new unknown sensations. With a wild lurch, he shot a stream of semen into her eager mouth.
It tingled deliciously at the back of her throat.
"Gee, Ronnie, that was neat," she whispered, cradling the exhausted young boy in her arms.
"Gosh, Debbie," he said after several minutes of silence, "that was fun."
"Now aren't you glad you let me touch your prick."
"Golly, yes."
"What's best," she giggled. "Jacking off, having a girl jack you off, or getting sucked off?"
"Shit," he blurted without hesitation, "getting sucked off is the neatest thing in the world."
"You're learning fast." She laughed, gently stroking his soft little cock.
The boy smiled proudly at her.
"Do you like to touch girls' boobs?"
"I've never touched any."
"Would you like to?"
"Sure," he quickly answered.
Speedily slipping off her t-shirt, Debbie's soft tits were soon exposed to the young boy's startled eyes.
"Now, touch my nipples," she whispered, taking his hand and drawing it toward her breasts.
A delicious tingle surged through her body as she gently brushed his fingers across her erect young buds.
"You're learning fast." She laughed excitedly when he began rubbing and caressing the luscious big boobs that were thrusting out in front of him. Looking down, Debbie saw his cock was once again sticking straight up.
"Do you know what fucking is?" she whispered, staring at his stiff prick.
"Yes."
"Have you ever fucked a girl?"
"Gosh, no!" he blurted out. "Why not?"
"I'd be scared shitless," he gasped.
"Have you ever seen a pussy?"
"Once, but I turned my head away," he said.
"Do you want to see mine?"
"Sure," he nervously replied, licking his dry lips and unconsciously rubbing his cock.
Standing up, Debbie quickly dropped her cut offs.
"Gosh, you sure got a lot of hair!" he gasped after several seconds of staring at the girl's crotch.
"That makes a neat cushion when boys fuck me," she said, parting her cuntlips to give the boy a better look at her excited pussy.
"Have boys really fucked you?" he gasped, looking up at her with awe.
"Sure."
"Did it feel good?"
"It feels fantastic."
"I'd be scared shitless," he whispered, staring at the juicy pink flesh of her cunt.
"Do you want to touch it?" she whispered.
When he didn't answer, she took his hand and moved his fingers up against her hot juicy slit.
"It feels all hot and gooey," he stuttered as she slipped his finger up to the first knuckle in her cunt.
"It feels awfully good to me." Debbie stirred his finger against the inner flesh of her hungry pussy.
"Ronnie," she whispered up to the boy as she reclined back on the bed, spreading her legs apart. "Please push your finger in and out of my pussy."
Kneeling beside her on the bed, he inserted his finger deep into her cunt.
"Gee, that's sure a hot hole." He plunged his finger in and out of her little slit.
"Honey," she smiled, grasping his hand and removing his finger. "Please put your prick in me."
"Geez, no," he said in a terrified voice. "I couldn't do that."
"Yes you can, darling," she pleaded. "It feels even better than getting sucked off."
"No, Debbie," he protested nervously. "I just couldn't do anything like that."
"Please?"
"No, I'm scared."
"Do you want me to tell your Aunt Barbara that you let me suck you off?" she said in a stern voice. "Shit, no!"
"Then put your prick in me!"
"Geez, Debbie," the boy almost cried. "I just couldn't put my prick inside of a girl."
"Then I'll just have to tell your aunt that you let me suck you off."
The boy stared at her with a terrified expression on his face.
"Now, just crawl up between my legs," she whispered in a softer voice. "This will be our very own secret."
Visibly shaking, the young boy crawled between her spread thighs.
"That's it, honey."
Debbie reached down and grabbed his hard cock. Slowly she guided his stiff young prick toward her eager slit. A delicious tremor flooded through her when she felt his cockhead probing her juicy opening. Very slowly she guided his trembling shaft into her slippery hole. Releasing his cock, she grasped his ass and pulled him up against her until his inexperienced prick slithered all the way into her fuck hole.
"Geez, it feels hot and squishy," he whispered when his prick was completely buried in her cunt.
"Do you like being in my cunt?"
"Shit yes!" He moaned with delight as Debbie began rotating her cunt around his excited cock.
"Oh, geez," he gasped excitedly as her talented cunt muscles massaged and sucked at his throbbing shaft.
"Now, honey," she whispered softly, "start sliding it in and out of my cunt."
Raising up on his knees, he began to withdraw his cock and just before it was completely out, she grasped his ass and propelled him back into her body.
"Oh, shit!" Debbie screamed as his bone hard cock slithered deliriously against her clit.
Back and forth he worked and because he was elevated on his knees, he was in direct contact with Debbie's clitoris. It was a small prick, but his hard little cock was driving her mad.
"Oh, Christ, honey, that feels good!" she squealed. "Faster, honey, faster!! "
Never had the boy felt anything so good in his life. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of her sucking hole was the most unbelievably wonderful thing that had ever happened to him.
Since Ronnie had recently been jacked off and sucked off, Debbie wasn't worried about a quick ejaculation. She was totally consumed by the delicious feeling of his bone hard cock rubbing against her sensitive clitoris.
"Oh, God!" she screamed as the young cock raced in and out of her flaming fuck-hole. "Oh God, honey! Oh Christ, that feels good!"
Never in her life had anything stimulated her clit like this young boy's hard thrusting prick.
"Oh, honey! Oh, shit! Eeeeeggggaaaahhhh!"
"Am I hurting you?" the boy asked, suddenly stopping.
"No, don't stop, you damned fool!" she gasped, screwing her cunt up tighter against the base of his prick.
"That's it, baby!" she whispered when he began thrusting it in and out again. "That's it, baby! Fuck me faster!"
Almost out of her mind with the electrifying sensations of his little shaft streaking back and forth against her clit, Debbie thrashed and bucked frantically beneath him.
"Ronnie!" she screamed. "Ronnnniiiieeee! Oh, shiiiitttt, Ronnnniiiieeee!"
"Are you all right, Debbie?" he nervously asked as he momentarily stopped plunging his prick into her.
"Don't stop, you little fool!" she screamed. "Fuck, honey, fuck!"
Once again he started driving his cock into Debbie at an even faster speed. He could feel that funny sensation in his balls and knew he would soon be shooting that gooey stuff out of his prick.
"Oh, honey, I'm coming!" she squealed with uncontrolled passion. "I'm coming, baby! I'm commmmiiiinnnngggg!"
Her body seemed to explode into a million lights and colors as she soared over the precipice of an all consuming orgasm. She was vaguely aware of the young boy's semen squirting into her cunt.
"Geez," he said nervously when Debbie eventually stopped trembling. "Are you all right, Debbie? Are you all right?"
"Yes." She smiled. "I'm all right, darling, and you're sure some little fucker."
"Gee, Debbie," he whispered in awe, "that was the neatest thing in the whole world."
"I thought fucking scared the shit out of you." She giggled, lightly caressing his limp wet cock.
"I'm not scared any more."
"That's great," she replied, getting up and slipping into her cut offs. "What are you doing?"
"I'm getting dressed."
"No, Debbie, no!" he pleaded frantically. "I want to fuck you again."
"You're some little fucker," she laughed, once again removing her shorts. "But if you can take another ride, I guess I can."
"Gee, Debbie," the boy laughed. "I could fuck you all day long."
"Well," she smiled, dropping to her knees and putting his prick in her mouth. "The first thing we have to do is get your cock hard again."
"Oh shit!" he gasped, feeling her hot wet tongue slurping around his prick.
She could feel his body trembling with excitement as his cock began to stiffen in her mouth.
Raising her eyes to look at the boy's eager young face, she saw Roger Williams standing at the door, his face ashen white.
Quickly releasing the boy's throbbing cock from her mouth, Debbie stood up, facing the principal.
"What the hell are you doing?! " Roger finally blurted.
"I was sucking him off," she replied in a low steady voice.
"Don't be insolent!" he snapped. "Put some clothes on."
Staring defiantly at the principal, she made no attempt to move.
"Put your damned clothes on!" he repeated angrily.
"No."
"Then put yours on!" he shouted, turning to his young nephew. The boy scrambled from the bed and began quickly dressing.
"Don't worry, Ronnie," Debbie said to the youngster. "He's not going to punish you and he's not going to tell anyone about this."
"Are you crazy?" Roger exploded.
"No," Debbie said confidently. "I'm not crazy."
Roger stared at the young naked girl in disbelief.
"Ronnie," Debbie said to the frightened young boy, "run on downstairs. I want to talk to your uncle alone and there's nothing for you to worry about."
When the boy had quickly left the room, Debbie sensuously spread herself out on the bed. She spread her thighs, lewdly exposed her moist pussy to the man's shocked eyes.
"And now," she whispered in a low voice, "I want you to fuck me with that thick cock of yours."
'Tve never seen or heard such filth in my life," he stammered, turning his face away.
"Oh, yes you have," she said in an even voice.
"You've seen and heard as much filth from that bitch, Laura Palmer."
He spun around, facing the girl, his eyes bulging and his mouth sagging open.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he gasped.
"You know damned well what I'm talking about." Debbie giggled, parting her juicy cunt lips. "Now I want to feel that luscious cock of yours in this creamy little cunt."
"You must be out of your mind!" he roared.
"And the whole town will think you're out of your mind when I tell them about you and that bitch," she said in a soft voice, still sensually moving her fingers up and down her open slit.
"Tell them what about who?" he asked nervously.
"Everyone would be interested in why you took her out to your river cabin after class one afternoon. They would get a big kick out of the way you fucked her at the picnic and how you stopped by your cabin for another fuck on the way home that evening."
"You can't prove that," he blurted nervously.
"Yes, I can," she taunted him. "I watched you through the window of your cabin. That's why I want to be fucked by that big thick cock I saw."
He continued staring at the girl.
"I can name dates, places and times," she continued, "and when I tell them to your wife and Mr. Palmer, there won't be any alibi. They will know that neither of them were with you."
"You wouldn't dare," he whispered.
"Yes, I would," she laughed, still caressing her juicy cunt. "Just try me."
"But that's blackmail," the man stammered.
"No it isn't," she whispered seductively. "I'm not asking for money, I just want you to fuck me."
"I can't believe this," he sighed, sitting on the bed and clutching his head with his trembling hands.
"It's not so bad," she teased. "Most men would love to fuck a juicy young cunt and I'm a hot little bitch."
"Okay," he surrendered. "What do you expect of me?"
"I want you to drive me out to your cabin and give me a good fucking."
"When?"
"Right now."
"That's impossible!" he snapped.
"It's not impossible," Debbie smiled, still rubbing the warm fleshy opening of her slit. "My cunt is hot and ready and I don't want you to keep me waiting."
Walking down the stairs together, Mr. Williams turned to his nephew who was sitting nervously in a chair.
"I have to drive Debbie home," he said in a hollow voice. "Let's all forget about what you and Debbie were doing upstairs. We won't say anything to anyone else about it." The boy just stared.
"Don't forget all about it," Debbie said, opening the door. "You're a helluva little fucker and don't ever forget it."
They drove out to the cabin in complete silence. Roger Williams didn't know what to do. He felt scared and trapped. Knowing that his wife would be away for the evening, he had made plans for Laura Palmer to meet him at the cabin around seven o'clock.
It was now almost five o'clock and he would have to take care of this brazen young cunt in a hurry so he could get her home and be back to meet Laura by seven. His whole secure world was spinning precariously around in this girl's hands.
"Gosh," giggled Debbie, putting her hand on his crotch and feeling the thick limp cock through his pants. "You act like you're facing a firing squad when you're really about to have the hottest, greatest fuck of your life."
CHAPTER FIVE
Entering the cabin, Debbie threw herself on the bed, still clad in her cut offs and t-shirt.
"This is cozy," she said, smiling at the stern faced principal.
"I'm glad you like it," he answered sarcastically, looking at his watch.
"Hey," Debbie giggled, "take off your clothes. I want to see that big cock of yours."
Roger didn't move.
"Damn you!" she snapped. "If you don't want to cooperate, just say so, and we can go back to town and talk to your wife and Brent Palmer."
Not answering, Roger slowly began to disrobe.
"Come over here," Debbie said when he was undressed, his big thick cock hanging limply against his hairy balls.
He slowly approached the bed where Debbie reached out and took the big slab of meat in her hands. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she bent forward and gently licked his glans with her tongue.
Slowly licking it like an ice cream cone, she felt his cock beginning to harden in her hands.
As nervous and tense as he was, Roger felt a fluttering sensation in his guts as Debbie's hot tongue gently licked his cockhead with long slow strokes. It was a gentle tantalizing sensation.
"Now that's better," Debbie whispered, feeling his shaft expanding in her hands.
Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Debbie slipped her lips over his big purple glans, sucking it in. Her tongue was flicking deliciously around the sensitive cockhead. Feeling the man's body trembling with excitement, she sucked the massive organ deeper into the moist warmth of her hungry mouth. Glancing up at the quivering principal, she saw him staring down at her with glazed eyes. Reaching up behind him, her fingers lightly traced around the tight little ring of his asshole.
With each thrust of her probing finger, Roger would unconsciously lurch, pushing his cock deeper into her feverishly sucking mouth.
Releasing his cock, Debbie smiled up at the trembling man. "Please take my clothes off."
He quickly drew Debbie's t-shirt over her head and removed her cut offs with trembling hands. She threw herself back on the bed and spread her legs, exposing her juicy cunt to the wild eyed principal. Staring down at her little honey pot, his big prick throbbed.
Debbie let out a little squeal when he suddenly dropped to his knees and buried his mouth and face against her furry pussy.
"Oh, God, that feels good," she whispered, feeling his tongue slashing wildly into her juicy fuck hole.
Reaching under and grasping the cheeks of her ass, Roger pulled her cunt against his ravishing mouth. His thick wet tongue probed and swirled in her lust filled cunt. The delicious taste of her cunt juice flowing copiously into his slavering mouth only served to increase the tempo of his assault on her excited slit.
"Don't stop, honey, don't stop!" she squealed, feeling an orgasm slowly building up. Her squeals urged the man into an even wilder attack on her juice drenched hole.
It was only after she had exploded into a wild screaming climax that he moved away from her juice smeared thighs and looked at his watch.
"Fuck the time," Debbie whispered, slowly recovering from her intense orgasm. "We're gonna play around for hours and hours. I know that your wife won't be home until after ten."
Roger seemed to freeze on his knees. How would he ever explain this to Laura when she got there?
"What's the matter?" Debbie asked, noticing how ashen he looked.
"Nothing," he answered, slowly getting to his feet.
"Come on, Mr. Williams, lay down by me," she whispered, reaching out for his hand.
He quietly crawled onto the bed. Debbie nestled into his arms, gently caressing his big luscious cock. Turning her face to his, Debbie covered his mouth with her soft open lips.
She began slowly stroking her hand up and down the length of his hard cock. Slowly and sensuously her fingers slid over the flesh of his prick.
"Faster, Debbie, faster!" he moaned, being driven crazy by her slow teasing caresses.
"Relax," she giggled, continuing to slowly torment him. "We have plenty of time and I'll let you come when I'm damned good and ready."
Minute after ecstatic minute passed for the crazed man as time after time the teasing caresses of the girl brought him to the verge of a climax, only to have her gently squeeze his ready to explode glans and momentarily remove her hand until the impending ejaculation had passed.
"Christ, Debbie, I can't stand it any longer!" he roared when she once again averted his approaching climax.
"Okay, honey," she whispered, releasing his cock and rolling over on her back. "Why not plant that big prick up in my cunt?"
Without a moment's hesitation he crawled between her spread legs.
Grasping the iron hard shaft in her hands, she slowly guided it up toward her slippery slit.
A wild shudder raced through her body when she felt the blunt cockhead against her cunt lips. She momentarily wondered if she would be able to stand the pain of his initial penetration. Her juicy cunt lips seemed to stretch and stretch as the big glans moved slowly into her little opening. A soft moan escaped her lips when the big bulb finally slithered through the tight opening.
"Oh, God, that feels good," she whimpered when his cock finally slithered up the full length of her hot tunnel. His prick pressed deliciously against every sensitive nerve of her stretched cuntal walls.
Lying motionless in each other's arms, the silence of the room was shattered by the voice of Laura Palmer.
"What the hell is going on?"
Roger's big juice slickened cock made a sucking sound as he withdrew it and jumped to his feet.
"I asked what the hell is going on!"
"We're fuckin', " Debbie giggled when the principal didn't answer. "Can't you tell?"
"Shut up!" Laura snapped, and then turned back to Roger. "Will you please explain this disgusting scene to me?"
"Debbie has been following us around for the last few weeks," he replied. "So what?"
"She threatened to tell your husband and my wife all about us if I didn't bring her up to the cabin," he continued.
"You rotten little bitch!" Laura hissed at the girl. "You sneaking rotten little bitch!"
"Don't get so fuckin' up tight," Debbie laughed. "This big stud has enough cock for both of us."
"I'm leaving!" Laura shouted. "If you want to stay and fuck this little tramp, you're welcome to her!"
"Not so fast, Mrs. Palmer," Debbie cut in with a low even voice. "If you walk out of this room, the whole town will know about you and Mr. Williams, as well as Don and Tony."
"You knew about them, too!" Roger gasped.
"Shit, yes!" Debbie laughed. "Now ask your girl friend to sit down and shut up."
Laura dropped silently into a chair.
"Now take your clothes off," Debbie ordered, staring at the nervous teacher.
"No!" Laura glared.
"Okay," Debbie snapped, getting off the bed. "Let's go back to town and start the fireworks. I don't think you people would be any fun in bed anyway."
"Don't you think that you're carrying this a little too far?" Roger interrupted.
"Not at all," Debbie said viciously. "After all, this nice proper schoolteacher fucked my boy friend and I'd just love to burn her smart ass."
They both stared at Debbie in a dead silence.
"Come on, Mr. Williams," Debbie continued when no one spoke. "Please drive me home."
"Laura," Roger said in a pleading voice. "Maybe you should be a little more cooperative."
Staring at Roger, the gravity of the situation began to sink into Laura's reeling mind.
"How could you, Debbie?" she sighed in a resigned voice.
"How could you screw Don?" Debbie replied sharply. "Now take your fuckin' clothes off before I change my mind."
Turning her back, Laura slowly started to disrobe. Debbie couldn't help but admire her teacher's lovely slim figure when she was finally naked.
"You've taught me English," she said sarcastically at Laura as she took Roger's hand and led him to the bed. "Now you can park your bare ass in that chair and I'll show you how to fuck."
Throwing herself across the bed, Debbie looked up at Roger with his limp prick hanging near her thigh.
"Come here, honey," the girl laughed, "and let little Debbie blow your cock up again."
When he lay out on the bed, Debbie grabbed his flaccid cock.
Laura stared at Debbie as the young girl opened her soft lips and enveloped the big cockhead into her mouth. A strange tingling sensation burned into Laura's loins when she heard the sucking sounds of the girl's lips working on Roger's cock.
Debbie's loins began burning with excitement as she felt his fantastic cock stirring and hardening in her mouth.
Sucking deep and hard on his cock, Debbie could feel his body trembling with renewed excitement. The man began moaning in ecstasy. It felt like she was sucking his quivering asshole up through his balls and out the end of his prick.
"Oh, God, Debbie," he moaned, completely forgetting that Laura Palmer was staring at them. "Oh, God honey, that feels good."
When he was almost ready to ejaculate, the girl released his flaming cock from her mouth and rolled over on her back.
"Come on, honey, let's fuck," she whispered, spreading her legs and caressing her pussy.
Laura stared in numb fascination, watching Debbie grasp the abnormally big cock and guide it toward her cunt. She watched the girl close her eyes in frantic anticipation when the big purple glans nudged her slippery wet pussylips. Laura could almost feel the ecstasy in the girl's body as Debbie closed her eyes and bit down on her trembling lower hp, raising her hips up to receive Roger's prick.
Frantic with excitement, Laura crawled over to the edge of the bed to get a better view of the man's entry.
With Debbie's juice slickened cunt only inches from her eyes, Laura stared at Roger's cock pushing against the soft pink flesh of the young girl's pussy. Cautiously the big bulb parted the girl's swollen cunt lips, slowly stretching them to accommodate Roger's cocktip.
"Oh, God," she heard Debbie moan as she watching the massive cockhead stretch the trembling girl's cunt opening to its extreme limits.
Once the big knob had passed through the tight opening, Debbie clasped her arms around his back and arched her hips. She pushed her cunt up to receive the deliciously hard cock that was slowly sliding up into her hungry fuck hole.
"Oh, God," Debbie sobbed when she felt the full length of his cock in her cunt. Her dazed eyes wide open and staring wildly at the ceiling, Debbie locked her legs behind his knees, screwing her inflamed pussy even tighter against the base of his cock.
Watching the girl getting fucked was the most exciting, the most erotic thing that Laura had ever witnessed. Unconsciously rubbing her own cunt, the teacher stared in complete fascination at the sex crazed girl. Debbie's head was lolling wildly back and forth, mouth open and lips drawn back over her teeth and eyes staring sightlessly while frantically rotating her cunt around Roger's prick.
Laura began shaking with excitement as she watched Roger slowly withdraw his big cock until only the head remained in Debbie's hungry body. Laura shuddered. She watched him slam it back up the girl's hot slippery passage.
"Oh, Christ!" Debbie screamed, feeling his big cock race up into her grasping fuck hole.
Each time he drew his cock back, Laura could see Debbie's pink cunt lips grasping at it and, when he drove it back up, her pussylips followed it in with a delicious slurping sound.
The room echoed with the sounds of her cunt juices squishing around and against his glistening fuck pole. Laura stared at the man's balls slapping against the young girl's cream soaked asscheeks.
Closing her eyes and squealing with delight, Debbie grabbed his face and covered his mouth with her hot lips.
As the man began fucking harder and faster, Debbie drew her knees up against her tits, exposing more of her slippery slit to his battering assault.
The sight and sounds were blowing Laura's mind as she clutched and tore at her own pussy.
Completely losing her self control, Laura un-consciously began running a finger around the rim of Roger's asshole while still frantically rubbing her own pussy with the other.
Mewling softly in the principal's ear, Debbie pulled him tighter and tighter against her hot flesh.
The girl's hard full tits were squishing deliciously back and forth under the man's hairy chest, her erect nipples burning into his bare flesh.
The principal let out a wild roar of pain when, without warning, Laura plunged her finger up his asshole. When the pain of the initial shock subsided, he drove even more violently into Debbie's pussy.
"Oh, God!" the young girl squealed, sinking her teeth and nails into his shoulder. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!"
Propelled by the finger deeply embedded in his rectum, Roger Williams slammed his prick in and out of the squealing girl's cunt with ruthless abandon.
"Fuck, honey. Fuck!" screamed the hysterical girl, her face drawn and distorted with passion, her eyes looking dazed. "Fuck, baby, fuck!! "
His big cock slicing faster and deeper into her fuck hole, Debbie could feel her orgasm building up deep in her body.
"Oh, Christ, baby!" she moaned hysterically, snaking her slim legs tightly around his waist. "Fuck me good, baby! Fuck me good!"
Her finger still lewdly sticking in Roger's asshole, Laura began hysterically screaming at the couple on the bed.
"Fuck her, Roger!" she shrieked. "Fuck her, baby! Split her in half! Harder, honey, fuck the bitch! Fuck her to death!"
"Yes, Roger!" Debbie squealed. "Fuck me to death, honey! Fuck me to death! Harder! Harder! Harder!"
Her mind reeling with excitement, Laura stared at the principal's big prick slamming viciously into the young girl's cunt. With each mighty thrust, Debbie's little ass was thrown several inches off the bed, gobs of cunt juice splattering out from between their slapping wet flesh.
"Fuck her, Roger! Fuck her!" Laura shouted, her finger still buried in the hot darkness of his asshole. "Kill her, honey, kill her!"
The room was reverberating madly with heavy breathing, wild screams, the slapping together of wet flesh, and the sound of his cock slurping in and out of the girl's hot grasping cunt.
"Oh Christ, baby!" Debbie screamed when the intense ecstasy was almost more than she could endure. "I'm coming, honey. I'm comiiiinnnngggg! Oh, shit! Oh, shiiiitttt! I'm commmmiiiinnnngggg!"
With a final scream and lurch, the young girl collapsed into semi consciousness, only vaguely aware of Roger's hot semen gushing wildly into her fuck hole.
His cock making a sucking sound as he withdrew it, Roger rolled off the girl's body. . Removing her finger from his asshole, Laura stared in fascination at the thick white semen dripping out of Debbie's little cunt. She was filled with a wild desire to lick up the creamy white juice oozing out of the girl's pussy. Only half aware of what she was doing, Laura suddenly thrust her face down between the girl's open thighs. Waves of excitement washed through her body as Laura licked and sucked the tasty semen from the younger girl's dripping slit.
It wasn't until several minutes later that Laura slowly became aware of how delicious the texture of the girl's fleshy cuntlips felt against her tongue. She tentatively probed her tongue into the warm depth of Debbie's cunt. The feel and taste of the girl's pussy sent shivers through Laura's loins. When at last her lips and tongue discovered the young girl's hard little clit, an unbelievable feeling of ecstasy exploded in Laura's body.
Slowly recovering from her earth shaking orgasm, Debbie became dimly aware of warm sensations glowing in her cunt. Her clitoris was taut with new found ecstasy. Looking down, Debbie saw the teacher's juice smeared face frantically slurping around in her aroused slit. The feeling was indescribable. Both Brent Palmer and Roger Williams had sucked her off, but nothing like this. Debbie suddenly realized that only a woman would instinctively know how to orally stimulate another woman. She knew that only a woman could understand where to touch, how lightly to touch and where and how to suck and lick.
Having recovered from his climax, Roger sat on the bed watching Laura's face slavering around in Debbie's throbbing slit. Excited by the erotic scene, his big lusty cock became hard again.
The room was filled with Debbie's shrieks and screams as Laura's talented mouth and tongue worked feverishly on the girl's little cunt.
When Debbie finally exploded into her second and more profound orgasm of the evening, Roger gathered Laura into his arms. Her lovely eyes were bright with excitement.
Leaning forward, he covered her semen drenched lips with his mouth. Holding her warm naked body against his, he gently licked her face clean.
"Oh, God you're lovely," he whispered, lowering her onto her back and guiding his big cock between her open thighs toward her eagerly waiting pussy.
"Oh, Roger," she whispered when he'd completely buried his big thick prick in her quivering cunt. "Fuck me good, honey. Fuck me good!"
Two hours later the three people slowly and reluctantly began putting their clothes on. The evening had been the most exciting in all their lives, yet they knew they had to leave. The last thing any of them wanted was for someone to become suspicious of their activities.
"Now aren't you glad I blackmailed you?" Debbie giggled, pulling on her cut offs.
The other two smiled and nodded in full agreement.
"I had better take Debbie back in my car," Roger suggested when they were again fully clothed. "She's' supposed to be looking after our nephew."
"That's a good idea," Laura replied, walking toward the door.
Suddenly stopping, she walked back and gently drew Debbie into her arms, covering the girl's mouth with a deep tongue kiss.
"Thank you, Debbie," she smiled, releasing the younger girl.
"And thank you," Debbie answered. "I think you're neat."
CHAPTER SIX
Debbie Marshall was having the greatest summer of her entire life, at least sex wise. She loved the thrilling hours when she was alone with Brent Palmer, the wild exciting times she spent with Laura and Roger Williams at the river cabin, and when they were not available, there was always Don Olsen. Though she was genuinely fond of Don, she found their sex life to be almost boring.
One evening in late July, Debbie and Don were sitting in his parked car in her driveway. Her head was on his shoulder, and his hand was up under her blouse gently massaging her breasts.
"That feels neat," she whispered, affectionately caressing his big hard bulge through the material of his jeans.
"Are you a little horny?"
"Shit, yes," Debbie replied.
"Then let's drive over by McDonald's field," Don suggested, his cock throbbing excitedly.
"Gee, honey," Debbie whispered. "Let's fuck in a real bed. We've never done that."
"Where the hell are we gonna find a bed?"
"We could drive over to a motel in Hanksville," she eagerly suggested.
"Hell, why pay for a damned motel when we can crawl into my back seat in McDonald's field?"
"Because I'm tired of fucking in a cramped position in your back seat," Debbie replied defiantly.
They sat silently for several minutes after Debbie had removed his hand from her breast.
"Please, Debbie," he finally broke the silence. "Let's drive over to McDonald's field."
"No," she snapped. "You act just like a little kid."
"What's so great about fucking in a motel?" he suddenly asked.
"Because that's how mature people do it," she replied. "In comfort and in privacy."
"Shit," Don argued, "there's privacy in old McDonald's field and the back seat ain't so uncomfortable."
"Hasn't Mrs. Palmer taught you not to say ain't," she giggled.
"Please, Debbie?" he urged.
"Oh, all right," she finally relented, her hot cunt itching to swallow a hard cock. "But I'm not going to spend the rest of my life fuckin' in this damned back seat."
Parking behind a hay stack at the edge of the field, they quickly crawled into the back of the car. After scrambling around in the confined area, Debbie finally succeeded in getting her pants off. Twisting around, the girl put one leg over the back of the front seat, her other up against a window and lay back, her head twisted into a corner.
Dropping his pants around his ankles, Don crawled between her legs. Even though it was an uncomfortable position, the feel of Don's cock sliding into her hungry pussy sent a wild thrill through her body. Slowly at first and then faster and faster he drove his excited shaft in and out of her hot slippery fuck hole.
Debbie was unsuccessfully trying to turn her head to relieve her cramped neck when the night silence was broken by the sound of dogs barking and a bright light shining through the car window. Frantically trying to straighten up and get dressed, they could see old McDonald's two sons grinning through the glass at them.
"Hey, Billy," the one boy snickered. "Look at them bare titties!"
"Yeah," his brother grinned. "Them's about the neatest boobs I've ever seen."
"An' look at that feller's bare ass ashinin' up at us," the first boy laughed with glee.
Debbie and Don were hurriedly trying to get dressed while the boys whooped and hollered through the window.
"Hey, miss," the one boy taunted as Debbie crawled over into the front seat. "Don't ya know it ain't nice to fuck?"
" 'Specially not in our field!" his brother laughed.
"Yep, he's right," the smaller boy cut in. "Now git yer asses off our field!"
Don started the car and drove away.
"And next time," they shouted after him, "we'll fill your bare asses with buckshot!"
"So that's your idea of comfort and privacy," Debbie finally blurted out when the car was back on the road.
Don didn't answer.
"That's the last fuckin' time you'll ever try to fuck me," she continued angrily. "The next time I get fucked, it's going to be with a real man!"
"Ha!" he laughed. "When I fuck you, you're being fucked by a real man!"
"Bullshit!" she shouted. "Just because you fucked Mrs. Palmer when she was drunk doesn't make you a man!"
The boy sat in stunned silence.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he finally broke the silence.
"You know," she quietly answered.
He continued driving, not saying a word.
"And another thing," she finally continued, "you have no idea how a real man can fuck."
"I suppose you do?" He laughed sarcastically.
"You're damned right I do!" she shouted, filled with embarrassment and rage over the scene in the field.
"Who?"
"None of your fuckin' business!"
They drove on in angry silence, both digesting the meaning of what they had just said to each other.
"Which old geezer fucked you? The milkman?" Don asked angrily.
"Shit, you're a creep," she hissed at him. "Take me home."
"Christ, you're just making it up," he laughed. "That's what you think!"
"Then who was it?"
"Roger Williams!" she blurted out in wild anger. "Old Iron Ass Williams?" Don laughed. "Yes, you asshole!" she raged. "Old Iron Ass Williams!"
"Shit," Don smirked. "Who lifted the old turd up between your legs?"
"You rotten sonofabitch!" she replied in a vicious voice. "If you had half the cock that he has and knew only half as well how to use it, I'd lick your fuckin' shoes!"
He stared at her in disbelief.
"That's right, you prick!" she continued. "That man's hung like a horse and fucks like a bull!"
The boy was completely stunned by Debbie's revelation. He couldn't seem to understand how Debbie could have let that old man touch her.
Don was still burning the next day when he picked up Tony Crossetti. The boys had planned to load the car up with ice and beer, then drive out and spend the hot afternoon by the river.
Sitting in Don's car under the shade of a tree, they had just opened their fourth beer when Tony broke the silence.
"What's buggin' you?" he asked. "You haven't said two words all day."
"Nothing," Don answered, lifting the cold can to his lips.
They silently finished the beers and opened another.
"Shit," Tony blurted. "We might as well go back to town if you're just gonna sit here and stare at the river."
"I just feel like gettin' drunk," he replied, draining the can with a few big gulps.
"Say, Don," his friend slurred when they had quickly polished off two more cans. "What the hell are you pissed about?"
"It's that fuckin' Debbie."
"What's she done now?" Tony laughed.
"Can you keep a secret?" Don said, his head slightly reeling from the beer.
"Shit yes, we're buddies, aren't we!"
"The little bitch has been fuckin' old Iron Ass Williams," Don blurted out.
"Bullshit!" Tony laughed. "I don't believe it."
"It's the truth," he repeated. "That old fart has been fuckin' Debbie."
"Well.. . what are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know," Don answered, opening another beer. "But I'll get the bastard."
Barbara Williams, the principal's wife, was drying herself off as she stepped from the shower. Because of the oppressive heat, it was the second shower she had taken that afternoon. She felt restless as she briskly rubbed the towel against her flesh. She was thinking about her husband and wondering why he had been so inattentive for the past several weeks. He had always been such an ardent lover, yet since the beginning of summer he had seemed distant and remote. Their sex life had dwindled to almost nothing and she missed the joy of his big cock.
Dropping her towel, she studied her nude body in the full length mirror, wondering why he no longer seemed to desire her. She still had full firm breasts, topped with two luscious big nipples that could excite the lips of any man. She had a narrow delicate waist that flared out into full soft hips and thighs. Her creamy white skin glowed back at her from the mirror.
Barbara couldn't find anything unattractive with the lovely image, yet she couldn't understand why Roger ignored her lately. A hungry desire rippled through her loins as she absently lifted her breasts, her fingers gently fondling the big erect nipples.
Turning from the mirror, she slipped into a short cotton housecoat that reached mid thigh, revealing the soft white flesh of her legs. Lighting a cigarette, she walked into the living room and picked up a magazine, then reclined on a sofa.
There was a tingling in her pussy that kept her from concentrating on the printed words. How she wished that Roger were here to put the nagging fire out with his big hard shaft.
Reaching up under the short housecoat, she began scratching her itching pussy. The feel of her fingers against the excited flesh of her cunt sent a warm glow surging through her loins. Instinctively she inserted her finger up into the juicy warm depth of her hungry cunt. Her body squirming with ecstasy, she began plunging her finger in and out of her sex starved slit.
She was racing toward a much needed orgasm when the silence of the room was shattered by the sound of the doorbell.
Quickly removing her finger, the flushed excited woman tried pulling her thoughts together. Finally, after the third ring, she shakily got up, and answered the door.
She was surprised to see Don Olsen and Tony Crossetti standing there, barefoot and shirtless, wearing only faded cut offs.
"Hello, Don, Tony," she stammered, still trying to get control of herself. "What can I do for you? Mr. Williams is playing golf this afternoon."
"That's okay," Don answered. "We came over to see you."
"How nice," she replied with a puzzled expression. "Would you like to come in?"
She could smell the beer on the boys' breath as they entered the room. When she saw Don boldly appraising her soft white thighs, she suddenly became aware of her brief attire.
"Excuse me," she stammered when the boys sat down. "Let me go change into some other clothes."
"Don't bother," Don smirked, staring at her big nipples which were vividly outlined under the thin material. "You look damned good to me the way you are."
Barbara flushed with embarrassment.
"I'll just be a minute," she continued, walking toward the hall.
"I said you look good the way you are!" Don snapped, grasping her by the arm.
A strange nervousness crept into her mind as she saw the wild look in the boy's eyes.
"Well," she said, sitting down. "What can I do for you?"
"Don wants a piece of ass," Tony sputtered, then began laughing.
"What!" Barbara gasped, thinking she had misunderstood the boy.
"He wants to fuck you," Tony repeated more explicitly.
"I think you had better leave," she snapped, rising to her feet. "You're both drunk."
"I'm not leaving until I've fucked you," Don grinned, staring rudely at the woman's bare legs. "So put your ass back down on that sofa."
When she made no move, Don walked over and pushed her back onto the couch. Her housecoat went flying up above her hips, exposing her pussy to his excited eyes.
"Look at that, Tony!" he laughed. "Her fuckin' cunt's all juiced up and ready for our cocks!"
"You just wait until I tell Mr. Williams about this," she hissed.
"Go ahead and tell him," leered Tony. "He won't do a fuckin' thing about it if he wants to keep his job."
The woman stared at the boys in disbelief. She couldn't understand their attitudes. Wild panic raced through her body.
"Get out of here!" she repeated in a frightened voice. "Get out of here!"
She couldn't believe it when Don quietly dropped his cut offs, revealing his hard cock.
"D'ya like this prick?" he smiled, lewdly stroking it.
"Get out!" Barbara screamed, turning her face away from the offensive sight.
"Don't get so damn up tight," he said. "All we're gonna do is fuck you."
"Get out!" she screamed again.
Walking over to the woman and grabbing her by the hair, Don turned her face back toward his cock.
"Lick it!" he shouted.
"No!" she hissed at him, spitting on his prick.
"You bitch!" he roared, slapping her across the side of her head. "Don't piss me off!"
Her head spinning from the blow, Barbara stared numbly at the figure looming over her.
"Please, Don," she sobbed. "Leave me alone and get out of here. I won't say anything to anyone if you'll just go."
"Sorry, Mrs. Williams," murmured Tony, drop-ping his pants and walking over by Don. "We came here to fuck you and that's what we're gonna do."
As much as she had been craving sex, the last thing she wanted was to be raped by these two crude idiots. Her body was shaking with terror.
"Please leave me alone," she pleaded. "For God's sake, leave me alone!"
Roughly pulling the woman to her feet, Don grasped the thin housecoat and with one vicious pull ripped it from her body. She stood naked before the boys, tears streaming down her face, her trembling hands making an effort to conceal her pussy and breasts from their leering eyes.
"Stop it!" she screamed. "You're hurting me! You're hurting me!"
The boy squeezed her tit even harder.
Tony reached down between her legs and thrust his finger viciously up into her snatch.
"That's quite a pussy!" he laughed, ramming his finger rapidly in and out of her slit.
"Now lay down and open your fuckin' legs!" Don shouted, releasing the woman's breast.
When she didn't move, Tony threw her on the couch. Grabbing her by the ankles, he pulled her legs apart. Nodding down at her exposed slit, he turned to Don. "There's the fuck-hole, man. Be my guest."
Grasping his cock with one hand, Don crawled between Barbara's trembling legs.
Barbara could smell his filthy beer breath as he moved between her thighs, spit drooling from his lust crazed mouth.
"Please don't!" she screamed, feeling the head of his cock probing against her numb cunt.
Don roughly clasped his hand over the screaming woman's mouth, pushing and shoving his cock into the unwilling opening.
A screaming pain streaked through her body when the boy's iron hard cock slashed brutally into her dry pussy.
Her body shattered with unbelievable pain, Barbara screamed and bit at the hand that was pressed over her mouth. Unable to breathe, she felt smothered under the heavy weight of his body.
Half dazed, her reeling mind was only aware of the unbearable pain of his cock cruelly slamming in and out against the dry tissues of her cunt walls.
Opening her eyes, she was dimly aware of his face over hers, his eyes glazed with lust, his mouth hanging open with saliva dribbling onto her cheeks. Over his shoulder she could see Tony grinning at her.
"Stop it!" she screamed. "You're killing me, you bastard! You're killing me!"
The boy only fucked deeper and harder.
Barbara was near unconsciousness. A numb darkness seemed to be engulfing her body. Then she was vaguely aware of a warm glow burning in her loins. She was conscious of a delicious sensation in her trembling cunt. Still unable to comprehend what was going on, the woman involuntarily raised her hips up to receive the object that was pounding so sensually into her appreciative fuck hole. Slowly becoming aware of the body above her, Barbara tightly clasped it in her arms.
"Oh, God" she moaned in ecstasy.
Opening her eyes, she recognized Don's face over hers and suddenly recalled what was happening, but this time she didn't try pushing him away, she just screwed her eager cunt up tighter against the base of his beautiful plunging cock.
"Oh God, Don, that feels so good," she whispered, covering his mouth with her own and thrusting her hot wet cunt up to meet every stroke of his cock. Every sensitive nerve end in her hot slippery tunnel screamed in ecstasy as the rock hard cock slithered against her inner flesh.
Every vein and ridge of his hard prick rubbed deliciously against her excited cunt walls.
"Oh, God," she moaned, locking her legs around his waist, raising her ass up to meet his vicious strokes.
The rhythm became faster and faster as his juice slickened cock slammed violently in and out of her hot slippery slit.
Tony was almost out of his mind with excitement, watching his friend's rigid cock slamming in and out between the juicy cunt lips. He stared at her legs wrapping hungrily around his friend's back.
Spurred on by her wild erotic cries, Don fucked harder and deeper.
"That's it, Don baby," she sobbed. "Fuck me good, honey, fuck me good!"
Feeling a massive ejaculation building up in his loins, he tore into the woman's cunt with all his strength.
"Shit, baby, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" she shrieked. "Give it to me, honey! Give it to me! I'm almost there! I'm almost there!"
Her trembling body was rocketing toward her orgasm when she suddenly felt his hot semen gushing into her belly.
"Don't stop, baby, don't stop!" she screamed hysterically, grasping the boy tightly in her arms. "Please, honey, I haven't come yet! Don't stop!"
Completely exhausted, the boy collapsed over the trembling woman.
"You bastard!" she sobbed. "You rotten prick, I was just starting to come!" She lay trembling with frustration as Don withdrew his wet cock from her flaming pussy.
"Tony," she gasped at the other boy. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me!"
"Not 'til you've sucked him off," Don said angrily. "I want to watch the principal's wife give a blowjob."
"Please!" she sobbed. "I will. I promise I will, but please let him fuck me first."
"No," Don answered with a cold smile. "First suck him off and I'll promise you a great fuck."
Without a moment's hesitation, Barbara crawled between Tony's legs as he sat on the edge of the sofa. Gently taking the boy's shaft in her hand, she slowly began stroking it while licking his cockhead.
Tony shivered at the feel of her hot wet tongue flicking delicately around his throbbing glans. Her fingers lightly caressed his balls, while her juicy mouth slipped down over his bloated cockhead.
The only sound in the room was the sucking and slurping of the woman's mouth over the boy's hard fleshy cock.
Don's spent cock began stirring again as he watched Barbara's lush lips slide sensually up and down over his friend's cock.
Momentarily removing the glans from her mouth, she slowly moved her tongue up and down the entire length of his shaft, bathing it with her spit. Reinserting the cockhead into her mouth, she took it deep into her throat, her lips sensually sucking on it.
The slow sensuous blowjob was sending Tony into a delirium. His arms and legs were jerking wildly. The boy was moaning and gasping.
Crazed with excitement, Don clutched his prick and dropped down to his knees behind the woman's soft turned up ass.
On her knees, sucking Tony's delicious cock, Barbara was vaguely aware of Don's prick probing at her eager cunt from the rear. Feeling the boy grasping at her hips, she raised them up to give him access to her cunt. Her body trembled with excitement as she felt Don's cockhead slipping up into her juicy opening.
A hot flame of ecstasy washed through her body when his stiff cock slid up her slippery fuck-hole.
Pushing her ass back, she ground her grasping cunt tightly against his cock. Sucking frantically on Tony's prick, she shuddered at the feel of Don's hard prick fucking in and out of her slit, wildly stimulating the sensitive nerves of her clutching cuntal walls.
"Oh, God that feels good," she said between sucks on Tony's hard glans.
Sucking and licking frantically on the lurching cock, she could feel Don's prick driving faster and deeper into her inflamed pussy. She could feel her cunt juice running down her legs as the boy's plunging prick pumped it out of her slit.
This was the ultimate ecstasy, a cock in her mouth and a cock in her cunt at the same time. The woman was completely devoured with lust. God, it felt good to be taken by these virile young men.
Feeling Tony lurching wildly beneath her, she was prepared for the ejaculation when he exploded, but she wasn't prepared for the moment. Sperm gushed into her mouth like a torrent. Not wanting to waste a single drop, she frantically swallowed and sucked as the hot thick fluid continued pouring out of his throbbing cockhead.
When she had finally sucked out the last precious drop, she released the limp organ.
"Oh God, Don!" she screamed, feeling the boy's vicious fuck-pole driving harder and deeper into her pussy.
She frantically threw her ass back to receive the maximum thrust of his battering ram.
"Oh shit, honey, I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed hysterically. "Fuck, baby, fuck! Fuck me good! Fuck me good!"
The room echoed with her screams and their pounding flesh.
"Oh, shit!! " she shrieked as the massive orgasm engulfed her. "Oh shiiiitttt! I'm commmm iiiinnnngggg! I'm comiiinnnggg!"
Exploding into a million delicious sensations, she was vaguely aware of Don's hot cum squirting into her clutching fuck-hole.
"God that was good," Barbara smiled a few minutes later as they sprawled out on the sofa, slowly recovering from their suck and fuck performance.
"Shit," Tony laughed. "You're sure all woman, Mrs. Williams."
Barbara was lying in Don's arms, gently fondling his limp prick when the phone rang. Still caressing the boy's prick, she picked up the phone with her other hand.
"Yes. Oh, hi, Roger."
There was silence as she listened to her husband's voice on the other end of the line.
"That's all right, dear," she said, smiling up at Don. "How late will you be?"
Another silence.
"Then I won't wait up for you . . . Don't worry, honey. I have plenty of good things around here to eat. Yes, some delicious hard sausages," she winked at Don, gently squeezing the tip of his cock.
"Okay, honey, see you later," Barbara added, hanging up the phone.
"My husband won't be home until late this evening," she giggled to the boys. "Now we can get down to some serious fuckin'. "
Sitting between the two naked boys, it didn't take long for her fingers to restore their erections.
"Shit, your hard cocks feel good," she moaned, gently stroking up and down on their throbbing shafts. The boys were once more trembling with excitement, ready for her hot eager pussy.
"Let's make a fuck sandwich," she said, jumping to her feet.
"What the hell is a fuck sandwich?" Tony asked.
"I'll show you," she laughed, leaving the room. When she returned, she held up a jar of Vaseline.
"Now, Tony, you lay down on your back," she gently ordered.
When the boy complied, she straddled his waist. Facing him, she slowly lowered her cunt down over his hard thrusting cock. When the full length of his shaft had sunk into her, she flattened herself out over his body.
"See, we'll make a fuck sandwich and I'm the meat," she giggled, handing the jar of Vaseline to Don.
"What am I supposed to do?" he asked in a puzzled voice.
"Shit," she teased. "You're an inventive young man, you'll figure out something to do with me."
Looking down, Don could see the soft cheeks of her ass above Tony's body.
"Come on honey, let's make a fucK sandwich," she giggled.
"You mean put it up your ass?"
"Sure," she whispered sensuously. "Haven't you ever fucked a woman's asshole?"
"No," he answered. "Have you done it that way?"
"No," the woman said. "But I've always wanted to, only it would scare me shitless to let Roger shove his big thick cock up my ass."
On his knees behind Barbara, Don began smearing gobs of Vaseline around the woman's puckered asshole. Looking down at it, the boy couldn't see how his big cock could ever penetrate her small little anus. Slowly and gently he worked his finger around the lubricated hole.
"Shit that feels good," she said, feeling his fingers massaging her sensitive anal opening. The tight ring of muscles around her asshole began to relax under the boy's massage.
"Oh, Christ," she whispered with delight when the tip of his finger slipped through the tight little ring. Slowly he worked his finger deeper and deeper until it was buried to the last knuckle. Squirming with anticipation, she felt her asshole relaxing. Soon he was thrusting two fingers in and out of her ass.
Feeling Don's Vaseline coated cockhead probing her quivering anus, she covered Tony's lips with her hot open mouth.
Don watched her tight asshole slowly expanding under the pressure of his hard glans pushing into her.
"Oh Christ!" she screamed when it finally ripped through the stretched ring. After his big bulb had slipped through, Don remained motion-less, waiting for the tense woman to relax.
Again pressing forward, his excited cock moved smoothly up the warm buttery depth of the forbidden hole.
"Oh, God," she moaned, feeling his big beautiful shaft filling her rectum.
Her asshole squeezed Don's iron hard shaft.
"Oh, Jesus, that feels good," she whispered when the boy began to slowly drive it in and out of the hot grasping hole, while she worked her pussy back and forth on Tony's throbbing shaft.
The three of them settled down into a smooth rhythm, filling their bodies with a new unknown ecstasy. Through the sensitive membranes that separated her two holes, Barbara felt as if two luscious cocks were rubbing together in her belly.
"Oh, shit!" she groaned when Don began increasing the tempo of his thrusts. "I'm a fuck sandwich! I'm a fuck sandwich!"
Staring down, Don could see his glistening prick sliding smoothly in and out of her soft fleshy ass. Looking over her shoulder, he could see the sex crazed expression on Tony's face as the woman ground her hot grasping cunt up and down on his cock.
Fucking faster and faster, they seemed to melt into one glob of flesh and ecstasy, spinning through eternity.
Don's cock was now fucking violently into the lurching woman's rectum. Every vicious stroke sent flames of excitement screaming through her body. Squeezed between the two youths, she could feel Tony's hard cock pressing deliciously against her clitoris.
"Faster, babies, faster!" she wailed. "Fuck, darlings, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Her luscious breasts were pressing deliciously against Tony's chest. Her cunt was shrieking with pleasure! Her tits were flaming with ecstasy! Her ass was burning with unbelievable erotic sensations! Her whole body was aflame with a fire she had never experienced before.
Feeling Tony tensing toward a climax, she ground her clitoris against the base of his cock, hoping for a wild mutual orgasm.
Faster and faster their lewdly locked bodies raced toward the ultimate explosion.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she suddenly screamed, rubbing her flaming clit frantically against Tony's shuddering shaft.
"That's it, honey!" she screamed, feeling the boy's hot semen gushing into her fuck-hole. "That's it, baby! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! I'm coming! I'm comiiiinnnngggg!"
Collapsing over the boy's exhausted body, she felt Don's sperm spurting wildly into her ravished rectum.
"Oh, God," she sobbed hysterically. "What a fuck! What a great fuck!"
It was several minutes before any of them moved.
"That was really something," Tony smiled, slowly sitting up.
"That was a real fuck sandwich," Barbara giggled, getting to her feet.
"It sure was," Don said, looking at the thick globs of semen dribbling out of the woman's cunt and asshole.
"What are you doing tomorrow, Mrs. Williams?" Tony asked.
"I'd like to spend the afternoon being fucked by the two biggest studs from Jefferson High!"
"It's a deal!" Don laughed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dressed in little white shorts, her luscious tits bouncing jauntily in her brief halter, Debbie was walking briskly down the sidewalk, her firm little ass swinging pertly with every step. Her parents were out of town for a few days and she was in a restless mood. Her abundant sex life seemed to have drawn to a complete halt, leaving her filled with frustration and loneliness. She hadn't seen Don Olsen since the scene in old McDonald's field, and she hadn't heard from Brent Palmer nor Roger Williams for several days. She had called them at home a few times, but when their wives answered the phone, Debbie had hung up.
On this particular morning, she was on her way over to the Williams' home, on the pretext of visiting with Barbara. In reality she hoped to see the principal because her lonesome little pussy was desperately hungry for the man's big cock.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Don Olsen drove up beside her in his car.
"Hi, Debbie," he called in a cheerful manner.
"Hello, Don," she returned, startled to see him.
"Want a lift?" he volunteered.
"No thanks. I'm just taking a walk."
"What have you been doing?" he smiled pleasantly as she walked over to his car.
"Not much," she answered.
"Are you still fuckin' old man Williams?" the boy suddenly asked in a sarcastic voice.
"Are you still fuckin' around like a little kid in McDonald's field?" she fired back, her eyes blazing in anger.
They glared at each other in silence.
"No," he finally answered. "I've joined the big leagues, too. No more fuckin' around with teenagers for me."
"How nice," she replied coolly.
"It's nice to be with a mature woman," he snapped back at her.
"I'll bet they really enjoy the back seat of this shitty car," she giggled for the first time.
Again there was a long nervous silence.
"Well, I must be going," she finally spoke.
"Can I call you sometime?" he suddenly asked in a tense nervous voice.
"Sure," she smiled. "You know the number."
When he drove away, Debbie continued walking, feeling a little better that Don had stopped and talked to her.
"Hello, Debbie," Barbara Williams beamed when she answered the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Williams," she smiled. "I was just taking a walk and thought I'd drop by for a second."
"How nice," replied the older woman, opening the door. "Please come in, dear."
When they were seated, she called to her husband, "Roger! Look who's here, it's Debbie Marshall."
"Hello, Debbie," Roger greeted her as he stepped into the room.
"Hi, Mr. Williams," she returned lightly.
"Debbie," Barbara said, "I haven't seen you since you took care of my little nephew. I hope he wasn't too much trouble."
"Not at all," Debbie replied, glancing over at the principal. "I really enjoyed him."
Mr. Williams gave her a secret grin.
"Well, what have you been doing?" the woman asked.
"Not much. Just loafing around."
"That's about all I've done," Mrs. Williams smiled. "Roger has been so busy this summer that I've hardly seen him, but we're going to Sea View for a few days."
"How nice," Debbie replied.
"Yes," Barbara continued. "It's a teachers' convention, and Mr. and Mrs. Palmer are going with us."
"I didn't realize you were that close to the Palmers," Debbie said to Mr. Williams.
"Well," he answered nervously, "I don't know him all that well, but because of the school I've worked pretty closely with his wife."
"I'll bet you have," Debbie replied in an overly serious voice.
"It's going to be so much fun," Mrs. Williams continued excitedly. "It will be like a second honeymoon."
"I think it will be, too," Debbie smiled, watching the nervous man.
"Well, if you ladies will excuse me," he stammered, "I have some things I must attend to."
Mrs. Williams and the girl chatted for almost an hour before Debbie excused herself and left.
Later that evening while sitting alone at home, Debbie kept thinking about the Palmers and Williams going away together. The one thing that irritated Debbie was the fact that her two favorite fuck-mates were going away with their wives. She also wondered, with some amusement, how Roger was going to divide his prick between the two women. Debbie knew one thing for certain, it would be one interesting weekend. How she wished she could stow away in their luggage and watch the show. A depression settled over the girl when she suddenly realized there wouldn't be anyone to fuck for the next few days.
"Oh, shit!" she said aloud to herself, walking out to the kitchen for a Coke.
Debbie was absently leafing through a magazine when the phone rang.
"Hello," she answered in a listless voice.
She was surprised when she heard Don's voice on the other end of the line.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Why?"
"I just wondered."
"I'm holding this damned phone," she replied. There was a long pause. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No."
"I wondered if you'd like to take a little drive with me?"
"To McDonald's field?" she laughed. "No thanks."
"Don't be so damned smart!" Don snapped.
"Why ask me out?" she continued in a teasing voice. "Where are all your mature women tonight?"
There was another silence.
"Sorry I bothered you," he replied, ready to hang up.
"Wait a minute, dummy," she giggled. "Why don't you drop by? I was only kidding you."
He hung up without answering and Debbie went back to her magazine. She was sorry she had been rude, she really wanted to see him. Since they had had their fight, there were many times when she had sincerely missed the boy, and tonight was one of them.
Debbie quickly jumped to her feet when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she was very pleased to see Don standing on the steps with an embarrassed grin on his face.
"Hi, guy," she smiled. "Come on in."
He nervously seated himself across from Debbie's chair.
"Want a Coke?" she asked.
"Sure." Following her into the kitchen, his eyes hungrily followed her pert little ass so deliciously, outlined under her tight white shorts.
When she bent over to open his bottle, Don could see the big hard nipples of her luscious boobs under the loose fitting halter. Her flat little stomach and belly button were tantalizingly exposed above her shorts.
"You sure look sexy tonight," he said appreciatively.
"Shit I always do," she giggled, "or haven't you noticed?"
He followed Debbie back into the living room, seating himself next to her on the sofa.
"Well, like old times," she said, sipping her Coke.
"Yeah," he grinned.
"Do you still like my titties?" She smiled, having noticed through the corner of her eye how he had been staring at her cleavage.
"Christ, yes!" he quickly answered.
"Would you like to play with them?" she whispered teasingly.
"Shit, yes."
"Then be nice and I might let you." She kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Debbie was excited. She had decided that she would drive him crazy with all the neat techniques she had learned from the two older men. It would be fun to shock the shit out of him, and her little pussy was crying to be fucked.
Reaching over, she quietly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hand through, gently caressing his chest, letting her fingers linger on his nipples. Slowly she gently stroked him, her hand moving slightly lower with each tingling caress, until her fingers found his navel. Kissing him, she slipped her fingers under his belt and pants until they made contact with the thick pubic hair just above his cock.
For several moments her fingers wandered through the thick curly hair. His strong young body was trembling under her teasing caresses.
"Do you like my fingers?" she whispered, nibbling gently on his earlobe.
"Christ, yes!" he gasped, plunging his hand down into her loose open halter top.
"Please take your clothes off," she said, smiling and getting up to draw the drapes. When she returned, he was standing completely nude, his hard cock thrusting out from his lean tanned body.
"You've got a neat build," she whispered, putting her arms around him and pressing her bare midriff against his hot cock.
Clutching his arms around her, Don rubbed his swollen prick up and down against the soft bare flesh of her exposed belly.
"Please take your clothes off," he gasped excitedly.
"Not yet," she teased, leading him to a chair. "Now sit down."
When he was seated, his feet on the floor, Debbie crawled between his legs and took his engorged prick in her hands. Slowly she stroked his cock.
"Oh, my God!" he moaned, his loins shuddering in ecstasy.
Smiling up into his glazed eyes, Debbie's fingers worked delicately up and down his sensitive shaft.
Without missing a tantalizing stroke of her teasing fingers, she bent down and engulfed his lust bloated glans with her mouth.
"Debbie!" he gasped. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sucking you off, silly," she giggled. "But, honey," he almost shouted in an incredulous voice, "you've done that be . . . ? "
"That was before I matured," she answered, slipping the throbbing cock back into her mouth.
"But, Debbie," he started again. "Don't you like it?" she said, again removing his prick from her mouth. "Yes, but.. . "
"Then shut up and enjoy it," she laughed. "You talk too fuckin' much."
Again she covered his glans with her juicy lips, swirling her hot tongue around the big purple bulb.
Don stared in complete shock as she frantically sucked and slurped on his prick. He couldn't believe that Debbie Marshall was sucking him off and with such unrestrained enthusiasm.
His body was lurching violently at the feel of her tongue exploring every sensitive nerve of his shaft while her hot lips sucked desperately on his glans.
"Jesus!" he gasped, feeling her hand slip beneath his scrotum, gently caressing his swollen balls. He gave another wild lurch when her finger lewdly probed into his asshole. Her mouth was now moving faster and faster, taking his glistening cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Almost insane with ecstasy, Don stared through glazed eyes at her beautiful bobbing head, her long golden hair flying wildly around his lap.
His balls were swollen with sperm, screaming for release. His throbbing cock, ready to explode, was shuddering violently in the girl's hot sucking mouth.
"Oh, God!" he screamed, frantically grabbing the young girl's hair, pushing her mouth down harder over his passion crazed cock.
Feeling his body streaking wildly toward a gigantic climax, Debbie sucked deeper and harder on the boy's prick. With a final lurch, he fired a load of thick semen into her eager slurping mouth.
"Oh, Christ!" he shuddered as Debbie continued sucking and swallowing the last delicious drops from his shrinking prick.
"Did you like that, baby?" she whispered up at him, a small trickle of cum dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.
"My God, yes!" he gasped excitedly. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?"
"I've matured," she giggled.
"You sure have," he agreed, still trembling from his orgasm.
Resting her face on his thigh, they spent the next few minutes enjoying a warm relaxed silence.
"Will you excuse me?" she finally spoke. "I've got to run upstairs for a minute."
The boy watched her ass undulating up the stairs in her brief white shorts. He was still stunned with the memory of the exciting blowjob she had just administered to him. He could hardly believe that Debbie had actually sucked him off and had seemingly enjoyed every second of it.
"Honey," she called down a few minutes later, "will you please come upstairs for a sec?"
"Where are you?" he called, walking up the steps, his limp cock swinging freely between his legs.
"In my room."
Don was unprepared for the lovely sight that met his eyes when he opened the door. Debbie's luscious naked body was spread out on the bed, her long blonde hair cascading over the pillow. The girl's smooth young thighs were wide open, her fingers caressing her golden fringed pussy that was so blatantly exposed between her legs.
He stood motionless, staring at the erotic vision spread out so seductively on the bed, her beautifully tanned body a vivid contrast to the crisp white sheets.
"Don't just stand there," she whispered, her eyes half closed and her fingers sensually stroking her hot wet slit. "Come over here and fuck me. This little pussy is just dying for your hard cock."
Slowly walking toward the girl, his prick was now hard and throbbing. Dropping to his knees on the bed, he crawled up between her thighs.
Smiling tenderly, Debbie gently grasped his hard fleshy pole, guiding it toward her juicy pussy. When the tip of his glans touched her eager cunt, she lightly moved it up and down against the hot slippery lips of her juicy slit.
"Oh, God," he moaned, feeling the warm moist flesh against his throbbing glans.
His body lurched excitedly when she slipped the head of his cock through the hot juicy opening of her fuck-hole. Shaking with excitement, his big prick fucked deeper and deeper into the girl's eager young body.
When her cunt was fully penetrated, Debbie arched her hips, sensuously rotating her pussy against the base of his prick.
"Oh God, that feels good," she whispered, locking her thighs around his waist. They remained perfectly still for a long time, their bodies locked in a sweet exotic embrace.
Debbie trembled with delight when the boy began slowly moving his cock in and out of her warm pussy, his big cock sliding deliciously against the nerve ends of her fleshy cuntal walls. The muscles of her fuck-hole sucked and grasped at the full length of his swollen sensitive shaft.
Now speeding the tempo of his long deep strokes, the shaft of his hard cock was rubbing deliciously against Debbie's tingling clit. The wild sensation was driving her crazy with excitement. Raising her hips, she pressed her clitoris against his hot shaft.
"Oh, honey!" she squealed, gently nibbling on his ear. "That's so good, honey! That's so fuckin' good!"
Faster and faster he drove his big glistening cock into the girl's cunt. Every stroke brought groans of pleasure from Debbie. She was frantically thrusting her body up to meet every plunge of Don's assaulting honker.
"Oh, shit!" she shrieked hysterically. "That's it, baby, fuck me good! Rip my cunt open, honey, split me open! Oh shit, fuck, baby! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Out of his mind with pleasure, the boy was pounding his cock into her cunt with vicious abandon. Their frantic bodies were bouncing and crashing savagely all over the bed.
"I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!" she screamed, grabbing his ass and pulling him even tighter against her flaming cunt. "Fuck, baby, I'm coming! Harder, honey, harder! I'm comiiinnnggg! I'm commmmiiiinnnngggg!"
Her body writhed violently as she felt his semen flood the throbbing contracting walls of her fuck-hole.
Within minutes, the exhausted couple dropped off into a deep peaceful sleep, and it was sometime later that Don slowly awakened. Half groggy from the heavy sleep, at first he didn't remember where he was. It was the sight of Debbie's tender pussy only inches from his face that brought him back to reality.
The sleeping girl must have squirmed around in her sleep, unconsciously moving her luscious cunt up near his face. He stared fascinated by the droplets of cunt-juice that sparkled on the soft pink flesh of her cuntlips.
Bending down, he lightly ran his tongue up the length of her slit, licking up the little droplets. The sweet pungent aroma of her cunt sent a warm fire burning through his loins. Pushing his face against her pussy, he slipped his tongue into the hot inviting hole.
A murmur of delight escaped from the lips of the slowly awakening girl. His tongue now deep in her fuck hole, he swirled it against the soft ridges of her inner tissues. The exciting texture of her cuntal flesh sent the blood pouring into his excited cock. Gently moving his mouth up, he sucked her clit into his hungry lips. Sucking gently on the hard little bud, he could feel Debbie's soft body trembling with excitement.
Without saying a word, Debbie got up on her hands and knees, and facing his feet, she straddled his face, lowering her cunt down over his open mouth. Leaning forward, she inserted his big throbbing cock between her hot lips. Her cunt pressing eagerly against his mouth, Don's face was buried between the soft cheeks of her ass.
They were lost in the delicious timeless world of passion. There was no rush, just the slow sensuous feeling of tongues and mouths sucking on each other's genitals.
It was a new sensation to Debbie. It wasn't like the frantic sucking and slurping of the two other men who had introduced her to oral sex, this was more like loving tongue caresses. Her body was trembling at the feel of the boy's passionate mouth. The intense pleasure was almost frightening to the young girl.
Gently sucking on Debbie's hard clit, Don was almost out of his mind with the sensual feel of the girl's mouth on the head of his straining cock, while her fingers lightly caressed his balls and asshole.
Her cunt-juice was dripping out of her slit and into his mouth. He thought he would explode with the excitement of her hot sucking mouth wrapped so tightly around his blood bloated glans. He knew he couldn't last much longer, and from the way Debbie was grinding her clit against his mouth, he knew that she too was about to explode.
"Oh, God!" she gasped between slurps! "Suck, honey, suck! Suck me off, darling, suck me off!"
The boy hastened the movement of his tongue against her throbbing clit.
"I'm coming baby! I'm coming!" she gulped, then began sucking savagely on Don's big stiff prick.
Debbie felt the boy give a wild lurch just before his tasty semen squirted up through his quivering pole and gushed into her throat.
Sucking and swallowing frantically, she too was shattered by the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. They lay side by side for several minutes, too exhausted to speak.
"I'd better get out of here before your folks get home," Don finally said, cradling her in his arms.
"Don't worry," she smiled, "they're out of town for a few days."
"Oh, shit," he laughed, "we can fuck our asses off!"
"Honey," she whispered. "When the hell did you learn to eat pussy?"
"Did you like it?"
"Shit, yes," the girl laughed. "You were fantastic, but when did you learn?"
"Since I've matured," was his teasing reply.
"Honey," she whispered. "I told you that Mr. Williams introduced me to adult sex. Who was your teacher?"
"Mrs. Williams."
"Barbara Williams?" she gasped, quickly sitting up.
"Yep," he grinned.
"My God," she whispered, staring at him with unbelieving eyes.
"Why are you so surprised?"
"Because Mr. Williams says she's not interested in sex except the straight missionary position."
"Shit!" Don laughed. "Old man Williams may not know it, but he's married to the hottest, wildest piece of ass in town!"
"Oh God!" Debbie gasped.
"What's the matter?"
"They're going to Sea View with the Palmers," she answered excitedly.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Hell, he's been fuckin' Laura Palmer all summer."
"What?" Don blurted.
"That's right," Debbie giggled. "Roger Williams and Laura Palmer have been playing fuckie fuckie ever since the class picnic."
"Are you sure?"
"Shit yes, I'm sure. Laura and I have both fucked him in the same bed."
"Does Mr. Palmer know about it?"
"I don't think so," she replied.
"My God!" the boy laughed. "That's gonna be quite a time they'll have at Sea View."
"Honey," Debbie suggested after a moment's hesitation. "My folks are out of town. Let's drive down to Sea View and watch the fireworks when it blows up. We could stay in a motel."
"Motel? Why not stay in old McDonald's field?"
"Fuck you," she giggled, jumping to her feet. "Will you go? It would be fun."
"Okay. If you'll let me taste some more of your pussy."
"It's a deal," she whispered, rolling back on the bed and spreading her legs. "Start sucking, baby, I'm hot and ready!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a hot muggy morning in Sea View as the Williams and Palmers were having breakfast on the hotel terrace.
"What's on the agenda, today?" Barbara Williams asked, sipping on her coffee.
"Well," her husband replied, "Laura and I will be tied up most of the day with special meetings."
"Oh, hell," she sighed disappointedly. "I thought the four of us could just relax."
"We can tomorrow," her husband smiled, "but today, I'm afraid Brent will have to entertain you."
"Do you mind?" laughed Barbara, turning to the teacher's husband.
"Not at all," he joked. "We might even arrange a clandestine affair."
They all laughed at the man's remark.
When Roger Williams and Laura Palmer had excused themselves, Brent and Barbara lingered over their coffee.
"What would you like to do, Brent?" Barbara asked after a long period of silence.
"What about going to the beach for a swim?" he suggested. "It feels like this is going to be a damned hot day."
"That sounds great."
"Let me talk to the desk clerk," Brent suggested. "I think this hotel has some kind of an arrangement with one of the beach clubs for their guests."
When he returned, Brent told her that they could use the facilities of the Rio Vista Beach Club which was only a few miles from the hotel.
The sun was blazing down on the sand when they arrived, so they rented a small cabana for the shade. It was one of several cabanas lined up on the beach. They were quaint bamboo shelters with thatched roofs and three walls and the fronts were open, facing the surf.
After changing into their swim suits in the club house dressing rooms, they ran down to the water for a dip. It was the first time that Brent Palmer had been aware of Barbara's figure and he admired her soft lush body. He was particularly attracted to her big round breasts, so teasingly exposed by the brief top of her bikini.
After several minutes of splashing around in the surf, they ran back up to their cabana, throwing themselves on beach towels spread out on the sand in front of the shelter. The hot sun felt good on their wet bodies.
"Gosh this is nice," Barbara smiled, looking into the sun with closed eyes.
"It sure is," he answered, admiring the woman's soft flat belly. "It sure is nice."
The sound of the surf pounding on the sand only a few yards away almost lulled them to sleep.
"I think I'll move into the shade," Barbara said later that morning. "This sun is getting damned hot and I burn real easily."
Brent followed her into the coolness of the cabana. Settling back on lounge chairs, they watched the pounding surf through the spacious open front of the shelter.
"Do you know what?" Barbara suddenly said. "I'd like a cold gin and tonic."
"Hell, that sounds great," Brent responded enthusiastically, reaching for the service phone on the small bamboo table.
Within a few minutes, a waiter arrived with their order.
"This is living," Barbara said happily, settling back with her cool refreshing drink.
"Here's to sex!" Brent laughed, raising his glass. They both laughed.
As the day moved on and with the aid of four more gin and tonics, they were becoming deliciously mellow.
"You're cute!" she suddenly giggled. "So are you."
"No," she said with a slightly slurred voice. "You're really cute."
"That's the gin talking," he laughed. "But let's order another, if that's gin talk."
"Gin makes me sexy."
"Do you feel sexy now?" Brent teasingly asked, reaching once more for the service phone.
"Sort of," she answered, "but not sexy enough for what's on your little dirty mind."
"How do you know what's on my mind?"
"Because you're a man," she replied in a drunken manner.
When the fresh round of drinks had been served, Brent moved over, sitting next to her.
"Don't get any funny ideas," she said. "My husband sent me out with you for protection."
"And I'll protect you whether you want it or not," he replied.
"But don't carry your damned protection too far," she giggled, hazily wondering how his cock would feel. She quickly dismissed the thought, blaming it on the drinks.
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by giggling voices coming from the next cabana.
"They sound happy," Barbara said.
"They sure do," he replied, a tingle racing through his groin at the sound of a woman's excited moans coming from next door.
"Shit that's a neat cock," they faintly heard the woman say above the noise of the surf.
Barbara and Brent stared at each other, laughing in disbelief. Listening intently, they could hear the woman squealing with lusty delight. This was followed by a long silence, broken only by the sound of the breaking surf.
The wicked voice from next door had excited Barbara and she was now conscious of a hot dampness around her itching pussy. Brent, too, felt his cock stirring in the confines of his jockstrap.
"Oh God, honey that feels good," came the distinct moan over the sound of the crashing breakers.
"She sure is," Barbara agreed, squirming restlessly.
Glancing at Brent she could see his cock pressing his jockstrap out against his tight trunks. A crazy thrill coursed through her flesh at the sight of the throbbing, moving bulge.
"That's it, baby, fuck me good!" came another shrill shriek.
"My God," Barbara gasped, subconsciously clutching at Brent's thigh.
The feel of her fingers on his bare flesh set his balls on fire.
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" came the voice again.
Trembling with excitement, Barbara felt Brent's hands moving slowly up her inner thigh. Not having the moral courage to stop him, she surrendered and opened her legs, giving him easier access to her quivering loins. At the same time, she grasped the big throbbing bulge in his trunks. With all barriers and restraints dissolving in one sex crazed moment, they both stood up, frantically removing their swimsuits.
Within seconds, their hot naked bodies were lewdly locked in each other's arms. Frantically rubbing against each other, Barbara could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach. Taking it in her hands, she placed his prick between her breasts and squeezed the soft flesh of her big titties around his pole. His cock sliding up and down between the deep cleavage of her tit, she pressed her breasts around his throbbing shaft. Bending forward, she gently sucked on his rubbery cockhead that was thrusting up from between her luscious breasts.
Crazed with excitement Brent moved down, burying his face in her hot furry pussy. The sweet musky aroma sent wild heat waves through his loins. Lashing out with his tongue, he frantically probed deep into the juicy flesh of her pussy.
"Oh, God!" she moaned, unconsciously pressing his head down with her excited hands. "Suck, honey,suck!"
When she could stand it no longer, Barbara grabbed his shoulders and urged him to a kneeling position.
"Fuck me, honey, fuck me!" she sobbed, clutching at his massive cock., "Please, baby, I've never been so horny in my life."
Cupping her soft ass cheeks in his strong hands, he slowly advanced his stiff cock toward her slit.
"Oh, God," she whispered, feeling the head of his cock brushing against the soft juicy flesh of her slippery vagina. "Fuck me good, honey, fuck me good!"
A delicious warmth filled her body as she felt his steel hard cock slip through her eager hole and drive deliciously up into her hungry cunt.
Over in the other cabana, the wild passionate screams that had so erotically turned Brent and Barbara on had dwindled to a deep silence. Her wild orgasm over, the woman, Laura Palmer, was gently sucking and licking the last drops of semen from Roger Williams' thick limp cock.
"Shit, Roger," she whispered sensually. "You're the best fuck in the whole world."
"That goes for you, too," he said.
"And you've got the best tasting cum in the world," Laura said, licking her semen drenched lips.
When she had finished, he drew her up and kissed her.
Their wet naked bodies locked in a warm embrace, they were almost asleep when the gentle stillness was shattered by a woman's breathless squeals.
Roger Williams bolted upright. Recognizing his wife's voice, he rushed out of the cabana, Laura following behind him, both forgetting that they were completely naked.
The sight of the nude couple thrashing wildly in the cabana brought them to a complete halt.
Roger stared at his wife's ass working up and down over Brent Palmer who was lying beneath her, his wet glistening cock fucking in and out of Barbara's hot slit.
Frantically thrusting his hips, Brent was driving his cock deep into Barbara's cunt.
Watching his wife's luscious tits bouncing around in front of Brent's eyes sent blood pulsing through Roger's stiffening cock.
"Oh, Brent, baby!" he heard his wife moan. "You're such a good fuck, honey! You're such a good fuck!"
Laura couldn't believe what she was seeing or hearing. She couldn't believe that this exciting man who was pumping his mighty cock so lustily into Barbara Williams' cunt was the same tube boob that spent his nights at home watching television and sleeping.
Unconsciously squeezing her hot erect nipples, Laura Palmer had an overwhelming desire to have her husband's cock fucking her own fuck hole.
"Oh, Brent, baby!" Barbara groaned. "That's so fuckin' good!"
Throwing herself flat across his hunching body, Barbara fucked him fast and furious.
Frantically grasping Barbara by her ass and shoulders, Brent turned her over, taking the position above her body without missing a stroke.
"Now, bang me, baby, fuck me!" Barbara screamed, wrapping her legs around the man's shoulders and raising her hips.
Roger stared numbly at his wife's fully exposed cunt which was grasping and sucking at the hard flesh of the big prick that was furiously slamming in and out of her sweaty, slippery loins.
Gobs of cunt-juice squished out of her fuck-hole with every thrust of Brent's savage cock.
"Faster, honey, faster!" Barbara shrieked, sinking her teeth into the man's broad shoulders.
The sight of his wife so thoroughly enjoying this lewd wanton sex act was exciting Roger beyond control. Staring at the couple through glazed eyes, he was madly stroking his own big thick cock.
"Oh, God," Laura whispered to herself. "I wish that big stud would fuck me like that."
"Bang me, baby, bang me!" Barbara screamed hysterically. "I'm ready to come, Brent! Make it good!"
The man was thrusting his cock into the woman with all his strength. Faster and faster he pounded, his big swollen cock ready to explode at any second. Barbara's orgasm was just starting to envelop her when she felt Brent give a wild shudder as his semen squirted into her clutching pussy.
"Oh God!" she sobbed. "Don't stop, baby, don't stop! I want to come! I want to come!"
She broke into sobbing hysterical tears when Brent collapsed and rolled over on his side.
"I want to come! I want to come!" she screamed, tearing frantically at her cunt lips with her fingers.
Looking up, she saw her husband for the first time. She stared at Laura's nude body, then back to her husband whose big cock was thrusting up from above his heavy hairy balls.
"Roger," she sobbed. "Please finish me off, darling. Please fuck me, Roger. Please. Please!"
Without a moment's hesitation, he climbed up between her hot open thighs, his big cock trembling with excitement.
"Oh God, Roger," Barbara moaned as she felt his big glans parting her juice slickened cuntlips. "I'd forgotten how big your beautiful cock is."
She squealed with ecstasy as the frightening big cock fucked into her deliciously stretched fuck-hole.
Laura slowly walked over to her exhausted husband, gently taking his limp wet prick between her fingers.
"Oh God, honey," she whispered affectionately. "I want you to fuck me like that." He smiled up at her.
"Please get hard again, honey. Please get hard again."
"I can get him hard again, Mrs. Palmer." The voice came from behind her.
Turning around, Laura saw Debbie Marshall and Don Olsen standing at the entrance of the cabana.
"What did you say?" she asked, staring at the new arrivals.
"I said that I know how to get him hard in a hurry," the teenager said, walking over to the exhausted man.
"You've fucked him too?" Laura gasped in shock.
"Shit, yes," Debbie giggled, inserting Brent's flaccid cock into her talented mouth.
Laura stared stunned at Debbie's mouth sucking her husband's prick.
"Hi, Mrs. Palmer," Don Olsen greeted, walking over to the naked teacher. "This is quite a party you're having."
Laura didn't answer. She was staring back and forth at the other two couples.
She could see her husband's prick slowly enlarging in the young girl's sucking mouth and she glanced again at Roger Williams' ass humping up and down between his wife's clutching thighs.
"Yes," she said, turning back to Don. "This is quite a party."
He grinned, staring at the busy couples. "Are you sitting this one out?"
"I don't seem to have a partner."
"Well, school's about to start. Maybe you could help me with my homework."
"I'd like that, Don," she whispered, reaching down and opening his fly.
When she had removed the boy's clothes, she dropped to her knees and drew his smooth hard prick up to her lips.
"I've certainly tasted a lot of pricks this summer," she said, smiling at him, then licking his cock. "But not one of them tastes as good as yours."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it," she whispered, sucking his delicious cock deep into her hungry mouth.
Roger and Barbara Williams were still fucking each other's hot naked bodies.
"Oh, darling," Barbara whispered into her husband's ear. "I've missed your big cock so much."
"But it never seemed to excite you this much," he gasped, feeling it rub against the soft juicy ridges of her clutching cunt.
"You'll never understand," she whispered, thrusting her pussy against his plunging rod.
Completely enthralled with this new seductive wife, he held her tighter, sinking his shaft deeper into her luscious pussy.
"Oh, Roger," she sobbed. "It feels so good, honey. It feels so good."
His big prick continued slamming into her juicy fuck hole with an even controlled tempo, her body responding erotically to every battering thrust.
"Oh, Roger, I love you! I love you!" She clutched him tightly in her arms.
Brent Palmer was staring hungrily at his wife, as little Debbie slurped his new erection around in her mouth. Although he was enjoying the girl's blowjob, his attention was on his wife. Laura was on her knees with Don Olsen's cock in her mouth. How he wished she had sucked him like that. He stared in complete fascination at the way his wife's lips worked around the boy's excited cock. God how he wanted to be mouth fucked by his own lovely wife!
Noticing that Brent's attention was on Laura, Debbie released his erect cock.
"Laura," she called. "I've got his cock blown up for you."
"So what?" Laura replied. "I'm enjoying this cock."
"But Roger wants you," the girl insisted.
"Fuck him!" Laura snapped. "If he needs another girl to get him hard then I don't want him."
"Don't be a damned asshole!" Debbie said, walking over to Laura. "Go suck your own husband's cock. Don's prick is mine."
Laura turned and looked at her husband. There was a yearning in his eyes as he gazed at her.
"Please?" Brent said. "Please, Laura, I want you so much."
A thrill rippled through her body at the thought of sucking her own husband off for the first time. Surrendering Don's cock to Debbie's eagerly waiting mouth, she walked over, dropping to her knees in front of Brent. Smiling up at him through tears of joy, she gently took his hard cock in her hands.
She tenderly rubbed his big cockhead lovingly against her cheeks, against her neck, through her luxuriant hair and finally against her lips. Trembling with excitement, she slipped the hard pole of flesh into her warm soft mouth.
Brent shuddered with ecstasy as she released his cock from her sucking mouth and began licking the underside of his shaft. Her lips and tongue slowly worked down the shaft until her mouth was under his scrotum. Pausing for only a brief moment, she gently sucked his balls into her mouth. One at a time she slurped on them while she lightly fingered his asshole.
"Oh God, Laura," he whispered. "Why haven't you ever done this to me before?"
"Because you were too fucking busy watching television," she answered.
Barbara Williams was still hunching and groaning, her husband's thick cock driving deeper into her lust crazed cunt.
"Roger, honey," she sobbed. "Fuck me hard, honey, fuck me good. I'm ready to come, baby, I'm ready to come!"
The man was ripping into her body, his big heavy balls smacking loudly against her ass.
Little Debbie, still sucking on Don's cock, giggled to herself, hearing the screams and moans of Barbara Williams' frantic orgasm.
Lost in his own world of unbelievable passion, Brent stared at his wife sucking wildly up and down on his stiff trembling cock.
"I can't behave this. I can't believe this," he whispered hoarsely, clutching at the sides of the lounge, trying to control his lunging body.
"You better believe it," Laura mumbled, working faster and faster on her husband's rigid trembling prick.
His cock was deep in her mouth when it exploded. The big hot load was more than she could swallow and it began trickling out of her mouth. Grasping his wife, he kissed her savagely. Their naked bodies pressed together, their open lips locked together, their tongues entwined, they frantically sucked the thick tasty semen in and out of each other's hot passionate mouths.
"God, I love you," she said when he finally released her.
"And I love you," he smiled, looking into her eyes. "I really love you."
"Now let's fuck," Laura said.
"I need a hard-on for that."
"Don't worry," Laura replied in a naughty little voice. "I'll take care of that and I won't need any fucking little teenager to help me."
"I'd like that," Brent said with a relaxed sigh.
Holding each other tightly, they kissed again.
It was almost dark when the three couples returned to the hotel.
"We've really learned something today," Laura sighed, cuddling into her husband's arms.
"Yes," Barbara agreed, lightly nibbling on Roger's ear. "It's our own husbands that we've wanted all along."
"The problem has been a lack of communication," Brent said, gently fondling his wife's breast through her thin blouse.
"Yes," Roger added. "We've never understood each other's sexual desires and needs."
"Sure," Laura stated. "You guys had your sexual fantasies and didn't realize we had them, too."
"From now on," Barbara interrupted. "When-ever I feel like some kinky sex, Roger's going to be the first to know about it."
"That's right," he said. "Why should a person screw around when, with an open frank line of communication, a couple in love need never look elsewhere for excitement."
"What about me?" Debbie spoke up for the first time.
"What about you?" Barbara asked with a puzzled expression on her face. "Can't I fuck them anymore?"
"Fuck who?" Barbara asked. "Fuck your husbands."
"Yes, Debbie," Laura said. "I guess you can still fuck Brent. We owe that much to you."
"And you can still screw old Roger here," Barbara added. "After all, you've saved our marriage."
"Yes," Laura smiled. "In your crazy little way, you've shown all of us the light."
"Do I have to fuck 'em?" Debbie giggled.
"Why?" both women asked at once.
"Because no one should ever have to fuck someone unless they want to do it. You folks still have a lot to learn."
"But don't you want to fuck us any more?" Brent asked with a smile on his face.
"Maybe I do and maybe I don't. But I don't ever want to feel obligated to fuck anybody."
The four older people stared at each other, having learned another lesson from the young girl.
"Well," Debbie laughed, standing up. "We have to leave. For the first time in our lives, Don is going to fuck me in a motel tonight."
"Have a good time!" Barbara said as the young couple prepared to leave.
"I wouldn't be going with him if I didn't plan to have a good time!" Debbie said, opening the door.
An hour later, Debbie's naked body was spread out on the motel bed, her slim young thighs wrapped tightly around Don's waist as he slowly and sensually drove his smooth hard cock in and out of her juicy fuck-hole.
"Oh, God," she whispered, pressing her hot open mouth against his. "You're the best fucker in the whole world."
"We've had good teachers."
"I guess we have," she panted excitedly.
Their conversation came to a halt when he began speeding up the tempo of his hard deep penetrations.
"Oh God," she sobbed hysterically, grasping him tighter. "Fuck me good, baby! Fuck me hard!"
Within seconds they were pounding frantically toward a delicious orgasm.
Later as they lay relaxed in each other's arms, Debbie turned to Don. "Gee, adults are funny."
"Why?"
"Look how much they've taught us about sex," she giggled. "But they don't know a fuckin' thing about life, truth or each other."
