As any good teacher knows, it's possible to learn more from one's students than can be taught to them.
In this day of modern sex knowledge, it is particularly shocking to learn that the students may know more about sex and sin than their supposedly wiser and more mature teachers. Modern youngsters don't have the inhibitions and hang-ups of their elders.
Of course, sex among teenagers has always been rampant. It is in the teen years that most kids develop sexually and even in the most puritanical days of American history, early pregnancy was a common piece of gossip. Today the average kid starts on some form of birth control almost before she can copulate . . .
This book is a lesson in the politics of learning. Burt Jenkins and Chris Poston are adults -members of the dying generation. In college they are taught they are more sophisticated, smarter and wiser than the students they are learning to teach. But in school, they learn another lesson: when it comes to taking and giving pleasure age and experience are not the final words.
Sex between adults and children always has provided revelations. It is not enough that it is proscribed-children are growing and developing, learning. Adults are content to know what they know and nothing else. Children have the whole world to learn about, and sometimes they have to teach the adults about itin bed and out.
It is hoped that this book will make the point that children are more than just children_ and should be treated that way.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Burt Jenkins sat at his desk in his office next to the biology lab of Glenville High. He was twenty-seven, with brown hair and a squarish, rugged face. He looked as if he should be outside on the field rather than inside a high school pushing chalk.
His door was open, and he kept looking toward it instead of concentrating on the lecture coming up next period. He was waiting for Chris Poston to pass by on her way into her office, and he couldn't help the way his prick was half full in his pants from just thinking about her.
Their offices were on opposite sides of a small alcove that led off the main hallway. The door to the hallway was closed, so there was no way he could miss her coming in. She would open the door and let the hubbub from the students in the hall into the little alcove with her. He knew that, but he still kept watching, because Chris Poston was really something to see.
She taught geometry and trig. She had silky raven hair that cascaded around her shoulders like a mantle. She had violet eyes and creamy skin and red, full lips. She had tight, firm tits and a small, round, saucy ass that he couldn't wait to get his hands around when he pulled her silky pussy onto the length of his thrusting prick and fucked her.
He would. It was taking a hell of a long time with her, but one day he would. She couldn't hold out forever, no matter how cool she pretended to be.
Burt had a knack with women. Hell, with girls, too. He'd fucked more than one dreamy-eyed student on the couch he had against the wall. And one day he was going to have cool
Miss Poston on that couch, and she wouldn't be cool any more.
The noise came. Then it faded as the door closed, and he heard a movement in the alcove. Chris passed by his door and glanced in as she turned to open her own.
"Chris," he said, springing up from his chair. He went to the door, putting on his best smile, the one that drove his coed students to sighs of rapture and made their young pussies water.
Chris turned around, her hand on the knob. She regarded him with her usual coolness. "Yes, Burt?"
He shrugged and grinned and leaned casually against the door jamb.
He couldn't keep his eyes from flicking up and down her body. She wore a slinky kind of blouse that made her firm tits seem to jut saucily from her chest. It was deep red, and it set off her coloring beautifully. She wore a short navy skirt that accentuated her trim waist and the tight butt and hips below it.
"I just thought tonight would be a good night for it, Chris."
Her eyes turned a shade cooler at his inspection of her. "A good night for what, Burt?"
He grinned again. "For that date you promised me at the beginning of the term."
She sighed and glanced away as if annoyed by still another reminder of that promise. "Tomorrow's another school day, Burt," she said.
He put out a hand and touched her shoulder, feeling the slick material of her blouse under his fingers. She drew away politely but positively, and he didn't try again.
"So what?" he grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "We can survive it."
She smiled quickly, coldly, and turned away. "Sorry, Burt. It's my policy not to go out on a school night." She started into her office, and he stopped her from closing the door.
"Hell, you make it sound as if you're a teenager with a curfew. Come on, Chris. You promised nearly two months ago, and you keep putting me off. What's the matter, do I have halitosis or something?" he grinned.
"I wouldn't know, Burt. I haven't been that close to you." She smiled back. Her tone implied that she had no intention of getting that close to him to find out, either.
"All right," he persisted doggedly, "how about Friday night, then. Saturday?"
"I'll think about it," she said, trying to close her door again.
"That's what you've said for two months."
She didn't respond. She looked down at his foot. "Do you mind, Burt? I have a class to prepare for."
He moved his foot. The hall door opened just then and let in the hubbub of milling students. They both looked toward the sound and saw Betty Johnson come in. She closed the door behind her. She hugged her books to her full, round breasts.
The girl glanced from Burt Jenkins to Chris Poston, and she smiled knowingly. "Can I see you a minute, Mr. Jenkins? There's something about today's lesson I don't understand, and you said you might give us a little test."
Chris looked smugly at him. He moved his foot. She closed her door. Burt exhaled heavily through his nose and looked at Betty.
"Gee, Mr. Jenkins, did I interrupt something? I didn't mean to do that."
"No," he said bluntly. "Come on in, Betty." He stalked into his office, and she followed quietly.
He sat at his desk and pushed his papers from in front of him. He looked up at the girl with an expression of disgust and frustration. Not for Betty, but for the way he simply couldn't get through to Chris to save his neck.
Then his mind shifted gears, and a frown wrinkled his forehead as he looked at the girl. She was an eyeful. Rumor had it that she was the school pump, and he thought of all the happy pricks walking around.
Betty had glistening auburn hair. She wore a halter that looped around her neck and tied behind her back. Her tits were bra-less and full underneath it, and the tight nipples showed clearly. His prick jumped slightly at the sight of her, and he realized with a sigh that it sure hadn't been that way when he'd been a student.
"What's the matter, Betty?" he questioned. "You've never had any trouble in my class, and this section isn't that difficult."
She smiled slowly and softly. She pushed his door closed, leaning back against it. When he heard the lock click, he stiffened slightly and looked at her with more interest.
"I need a biology lesson real bad, Mr. Jenkins," she said softly, coming toward him. She let her books settle on to his desk. She stood in front of him and braced her hands on the desk top. Her breasts jiggled and seemed to grow bigger, and he stared at them.
His eyes brightened. So! Another one! He forgot about Chris Poston and leaned forward until his face was just inches from her tits.
"That's what I'm here for, Betty-to give biology lessons. What kind do you want?"
"Reproductive," she whispered, mouthing the word so that her lips made a soft, round circle of moist silk. She licked them, and he saw the gleam of white, even teeth. She was a stunning girl-seventeen, at the most.
"What phase?" he asked, grinning slowly.
"From the beginning, Mr. Jenkins. All phases. And I don't mean a lecture. I want to be shown."
He reached out and cupped one of her tits gently, giving it a soft squeeze. "These are for suckling."
"Then suckle it, Mr. Jenkins," she moaned, her blue eyes going glassy for a moment.
She drew back and untied the string at her back. The halter went limp. She hurried around the desk and stood beside his chair and lifted the apron-like halter so that her firm, round tits ballooned right before his eyes.
She leaned toward him, pushing her tits into his face. He puckered his lips and captured the end of one and drew it into his mouth, flicking the taut nipple with the end of his tongue.
He put his hands around her waist and felt her ass under the short skirt. It was full and tight, broad and womanly. The slick stuff of her panties was warm and slippery.
"Ohhhh, God, that's good," she moaned softly, hugging the back of his head, leaning fully against him now. "I'm so tired of kids, Mr. Jenkins. I want a man. God, I need men now!"
She spun in his arms, and her tit popped free of his mouth. She rotated and sat in his lap with a moist sigh. She pushed her tits against his chest and wound her arms around his neck and kissed him fully on the mouth.
Her lips were parted. Her tongue thrust between his lips and circled and dueled with his tongue, and hot puffs of breath came through her nostrils and bathed his face.
He sucked at her full, young mouth eagerly, and his prick strained toward full erection, pushing against the firmness of her butt. It hadn't been like this when he was a student, either. Kids nowadays sure as hell knew what it was all about.
"Ohhh, that's good-wonderful," she sighed, running her fingers through his hair and along the line of his chin. "I get so tired of timid, close-mouthed pecks on my lips. I want to kiss. I want to suck. I want to fuck! Oh, fuck me, Mr. Jenkins, before that goddamn bell rings and I have to go to Miss Poston's geometry class and be bored to sleep again."
"That's only one phase, Betty," he said, feeling her tits again. "You said you wanted all phases."
"Oh, I do, I do! But there isn't time right now!"
"There's more time than you think. But you're right, Betty. It's going to take more than one lesson. Maybe a little tutoring at my apartment-homework, you might call it," he grinned.
She grinned back, slipping her hand between her legs so that she could run her fingers over his rigid prick.
"That ought to get me an A this year, don't you think? All that homework and special study?"
He chuckled softly and felt his prick throb in her experienced hand. "You know what you're doing, all right. An A it is, Betty."
"You won't regret it, Mr. Jenkins. I won't hold out on you the way she does." She inclined her head toward Chris Poston's office. "You've been trying to fuck her all term. Oh, don't look so innocent. I've got eyes. I know what it's all about. Stop wasting your time on her, Mr. Jenkins. You don't have to go horny while I'm around."
"Who said I was going horny?" he grinned.
She laughed softly. She took her hand from his prick and ran her fingers along her inner thighs, up under her skirt. She spread her knees wide and pulled the skirt back and slid her hand over her pussy again and again, exciting herself.
"Those other girls are just kids, Mr. Jenkins. I know why you've got that couch over there. I know I'm not the first female student to come in here for a biology lesson. But they're just kids, the same as the boys I've been fucking. It's time we graduated to each other, Mr. Jenkins."
She took his hand and pulled her panties aside and pressed his middle finger into her slit. She rocked her pelvis back and forth, rolling on the soft pillows of her buttocks so that his finger slid up and down her silky gap.
Then she bent his finger and put the tip of it into her vagina. She took her hand away. She frowned in concentration and did things with her vaginal muscles, contracting and squeezing. His finger was sucked up into her cunt by silky movements of her wet pussy.
"Does that feel like a kid's cunt, Mr. Jenkins?"
Her pussy drew on his finger in a terribly erotic way. "God, no!" he gasped. "It's a woman's ! "
"And you've got a man's prick! They belong together! God, hurry and put them together before I come!" .
She gritted her teeth and tipped her head back and hissed softly. She grabbed her tits with her hands and squeezed and rolled them before his eyes. Her pelvis rocked back and forth as she fucked his imbedded finger.
Burt's cock throbbed heatedly. He was astounded by the practiced techniques and knowing ways of this teenage girl. She was so advanced for her age she nearly made him feel younger than she was.
He turned her in his lap so that her back was against his chest. He leaned back in the chair. His hands went up and down her spread thighs.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed, rolling the slick nylon down over her hips. She lifted her full, tight ass from his lap and helped him by wriggling. Her bare buttocks brushed against him.
She reached between her thighs and unzipped his pants and let his straining prick out. She stood on her feet as she straddled his legs, her panties a tight band of red across the middle of her thighs. Her fingers slid up and down his cock as she bent forward and looked at it standing upright between her legs.
"Oh, what a beautiful big cock, Mr. Jenkins. God, what a prick! Oh, I want to jack it off and watch it spurt cum right at my face!"
"Another time, Betty," he grunted, unable to help lifting his hips up toward her.
She stroked him expertly. He wondered how many cocks she'd jacked off in the seats of parked cars. He lifted the back of her skirt and gazed at the round, smooth perfection of her young ass. He ran his hands over the meaty globes and then separated them to look into the shadowy depths of her soft crack.
"Ohhhhh, God-I've got to sit on this big prick and plunge it all the way up into my body!" she moaned.
She held it erect, aiming the tip. She squatted lower until the soft, oiled warmth of her pussy mouth wrapped around the velvety glans and kissed it with a touch of silk.
Burt had never experienced a cunt quite like hers before. He could feel the vaginal muscles sucking and pulling around his cockhead, massaging it like a pair of sucking lips.
He held her hips and pushed her down against his lap with a throaty groan. She chuckled heatedly.
"Can't wait for all of my cunt, huh? I told you, Mr. Jenkins. I told you we have to graduate to each other. Stop wasting your time on Miss Poston. She'll never have a pussy as hot as mine."
"No other cunt could be as hot and slick as yours!" he blurted, tossing his head as her pussy sank down and down over his inflamed tool and swallowed it whole.
"Be good to me, Mr. Jenkins," she groaned, sitting fully in his lap again, this time with his prick buried deeply in her squirming, pulsating cunt. "Be good to me, and I'll help you fuck her!"
She leaned back against him and placed his hands over her tits. She rubbed her pussy with her fingertips at the same time, feeling her bloated lips and the slippery, juicy shaft of his cock as it slid in and out of her cunt.
"You'll what?" he gasped, feeling his prick throb wildly for a moment in her silken depths.
"I'll help you fuck her. She looks at me, Mr. Jenkins. She looks at my tits and ass all the time, like she wants to suck on my nipples and squeeze my butt. Like she can't wait to spread my thighs wide open and drink the juicy honey from my cunt!"
Burt gasped, and his prick nearly exploded inside her. His fingers squeezed so hard on her tits she gave a small cry of mixed passion and pain.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" he gasped in her ear. "Chris isn't a Lez!"
"Then why can't you make time with her, Mr. Jenkins? Why hasn't she ever gone out with a man since she's been here in Glenville? Why does she look at me so hungrily, huh?"
"I-oh, God, I . . . "
He gasped again and felt her pussy do maddening things to his prick, trying to get him to come in her cunt.
He pushed the thoughts of Chris Poston from his mind. This young twat was just too goddamn wise for her age. She needed to be taught that her pussy wasn't the best in the world. Damn good, maybe, but not the best.
He lifted up and drove his prick deeply into her body, gritting his teeth and using all his will to keep from coming.
He twisted his hips in the chair and fucked her hard. He moved his hands from her tits to her mound. He tickled her auburn pubes and brought squeals of passion from her open throat.
He fingered her bloated, soaking pussy lips and fucked into her open cunt. He ran his fingers up and down her slit and then captured the erect root of her clitoris between thumb and forefinger.
Then he gave her hell.
"Oh! Oh, God!" she cried. She gripped the arms of the chair tightly and shook her ass in his lap, squeezing at his root with her pillowing, tight buttocks.
He rolled her clit. He ran a finger up one side and down the other of the stiff little bud, then twirled his fingertip over the top and jammed his cock all the way into her pussy.
"Yah! I'm coming! Oh, I didn't want to come yet, Mr. Jenkins! Oh, wonderful! Won-derfuuuuullll!"
She laid her head back against the side of his face and let her whole gorgeous body shake and shudder strongly.
Her hips pumped up and down, and her butt rolled nakedly in his lap. Her knees came up and parted, and she rested them on the edge of the desk, using leverage to push her ass against him and drive her cunt as far down over his shaft as she could get it.
She squealed mindlessly and spasmed so hard she nearly rolled off his lap. When she was finished, she gasped harshly against the side of his face, her lips full and swollen and moist against his cheek.
"Ohhhh, Christ, I knew it would be this way with you!" she moaned happily. "What a lesson ! What a man! No more kids for me! Wasn't it just super, Mr. Jenkins?"
"I don't know," he said huskily.
Her eyes popped open wide, and she turned her head with disbelief. "You don't know?"
He grinned masterfully. "Felt good as far as it went, but you're too damn quick for me. Just like a kid. I thought you had a woman's cunt down here," he said, fingering her swollen, puffy labia and the full root of his prick that was still buried between them.
"You didn't come?" she cried. "I don't believe it! I sucked on it with my pussy and everything! It always makes them come when I do that!"
She bent forward and looked between her spread thighs. His shining root was there, stuffing her twat full. She felt around the edges of her hole for the telltale flood of sperm. It wasn't there.
She moaned and wriggled her finger, sliding it into her pussy alongside his prick, feeling in her depths for the wetness that would be his and not hers.
She turned her head with astonishment. "You didn't come!" she said. She sounded crushed, and that was exactly what he wanted of her. It knocked her down a peg. It would make her more manageable.
He grinned at her. She didn't know how hard it had been for him to hold off, and she wasn't going to know. He acted cool and suave as he watched an expression of incompetence flit across her face.
"You're not-" she started. "Mr. Jenkins, you're not some kind of-"
He didn't give her a chance to finish her thought and accuse him of being queer. He lifted her by her ass. He did it so quickly his prick popped wetly from her cunt as she fell forward across the top of his desk.
She gave a cry of surprise and gripped the other edge of the desk. Her tits flattened against the wood surface, and her bare belly slapped audibly against it.
He stood behind her, shoving his chair back. He spread her thighs with his knees as far as they would go. The red panties indented her soft flesh as they angled across the backs of her thighs. He leaned up against her and held her down.
He spread the cheeks of her firm, wide ass with his palms and curled his fingers around her hips at the same time, lifting her butt up and back, making her pelvis tip.
"Mr. Jenkins!" she croaked. "What are you doing? Oh, no-don't fuck my ass!"
His slippery, cunt-juiced cockhead was already there at the puckered mouth of her anus. He pressed forward, stretching the tight ring.
"You're a woman," he said huskily. "That's what you said, Betty. You have a woman's body. Women can take a prick up the ass. Are you telling me you can't?"
She looked back at him over her shoulder. Her auburn hair puddled on his desk. She gritted her teeth and hissed between them, knowing she was trapped.
"I can take it, you big-dicked fucker," she grinned bravely. "Go ahead and shove it up my ass! I can take it."
"Without a whimper?"
"Yesssss!" she hissed.
She wriggled her ass back at him reflexively, begging for it. Her nails scratched at the desk top, and her whole body tightened.
He watched her anticipation of it. "Have you ever been fucked up the ass, little girl?" he grinned.
"Hundreds of times, you big fucker!" she groaned. "Go on, quit playing with it and fuck it!"
He looked down at her deep crack, at the way his prickhead was poised there at her anal mouth. The brown ring quivered and pulsed and was nearly closed so tightly he couldn't have gotten a greased stirring rod up her, let alone his prick.
He lowered the tip of his cock and teased her vagina with it, slopping around in the wet, oily juices that were still leaking from her pussy.
He pushed into her cunt. His prick slipped inside as if her tunnel were lined with oiled silk.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, shaking her ass against him again. "It goes so deep this way, Mr. Jenkins!"
He shoved it all the way into her body. He pulled back and slid into her again and again, fucking her slowly. She began to writhe on the top of his desk.
He felt her muscles loosen and go soft and accepting as his prick became saturated with her slippery juices. He drew back and lifted his dripping cock slightly and then shoved it up her asshole in a quick thrust.
She bleated.
It was only a small sound, but she'd made it. She hissed through clenched jaws again, and her elbows thunked on the desk top. Tears stung her eyes and made them glisten.
"You-you're fucking my ass!" she croaked with wonderment.
"Your virgin ass, Betty? Admit it. Admit I got your anal cherry. Go on."
He shoved fully against her and felt her rectum spasm and pulsate around his slippery shaft. She was so tight she nearly skinned him, and there wasn't any question in his mind about it.
"Yes!" she croaked. "Ohhhhh, I admit it! Ohhhh, I didn't know it would feel so good, or you wouldn't have gotten my ass cherry! God, oh God-fuck it harder, Mr. Jenkins! I love it!"
The girl was a sex machine.
Her ass twisted and squirmed under his thrusting hips. Her broad, full butt swallowed his big prick as if it were a pin in a big round of soft cheese.
She took all of him and didn't even whimper. Instead she emitted groans of bliss and delight, and her ass pulled and shook his prick in a clinging way her pussy was incapable of doing.
"Ohhhhh, I'm coming again, Mr. Jenkins!" she cried softly. "Damn you, you big fucker, you're making me come again! Oh, are you ready this time? Oh, please come! Let me make you come! Tell me I can make you come with my tight, virginal asshole! Tell me I've truly got a woman's body now!"
He pressed deeply into her ass and fell atop her back, reaching under her chest to squeeze her full tits and fill his hands with them.
"Ah!" he gasped sharply, his prick trembling beyond all reason any more. "Ahhhhhh, God, Betty-you're a woman now! All woman!"
"Then hose-spurt it all up-ohhhh, like an enema! A hot, white, creamy enema! Mr. Jenkins! Mr. Jenkinnnnns!"
His cock shook and bucked and exploded violently. Cum hosed through the tip into her asshole and made everything unbearably slippery and hot.
She squealed and writhed and came twice as hard as she had the first time, moaning and groaning under him, writhing around on the top of the desk as if she would never get enough of his cock up her ass.
There was something nearly savage inside him as he pumped her butt full. He recognized the emotion dimly. And for a moment, Betty Johnson became Chris Poston, and he rammed into her again and again, his prick spurting and blowing all the while.
He didn't understand the emotion. It wasn't like him. But there was something so frustrating about the raven-haired, sultry teacher next door that he had to take it out on this girl.
Sultry, yet cold. Like hot ice.
She had wounded his ego. She had resisted him for too long and had made him believe the fault was his. And then this teenager had come in, acting so worldly and wise and superior that he'd had to strike back and assert his ego to her.
He rammed his prick up her ass one more time and felt his balls pump the last of his load into her.
The beast in us all, he thought. The evolutionary ape we all deny is there.
"Ohhhhh, Mr. Jenkins," the girl whimpered, curling up under him, trying to twist her torso around so that she could hug and kiss him and press her swollen tits against his chest, even while his prick was still skewered up her ass.
"I loved it, Mr. Jenkins," she said in a faintly timid way. "That was the best biology lesson I've ever had from anyone. Mmmmmm, I can feel the way everything's so slippery and warm up there. Oh, don't take it out. Leave it there so I can squeeze it and come again. Oh, please don't take your prick out of my ass!"
He withdrew slowly. A ripple of pain showed on her face. Her butt drained. She remained lying across his desk, sighing with wonder and fulfillment, nearly purring with happiness.
"That was phase one," he said, reaching into his desk drawer for tissues.
She patted hers against her rump and pussy and grinned sleepily. "I can't wait for phase two, Mr. Jenkins," she said.
He looked at her and grinned. All the superiority was gone from her manner, and he felt satisfied. That was the way it was supposed to go. That was the way Chris Poston was going to act when he was through with her-grateful and pleased and fully satisfied.
CHAPTER TWO
Christ, is my cock stiff!
Jim Arland squirmed in his desk chair and crossed his legs to try to hide his throbbing erection. He looked toward the front of the classroom and couldn't take his eyes from the slinky, sultry, gorgeous source of his sexual desires.
Miss Poston sat at her desk and talked about triangles. Then she stood and turned her back to the class and drew one on the blackboard. An isosceles, with the vertex pointing downward, like the outline of a woman's mound.
Jim looked at it, and his pulses pounded and made his stiff cock throb. His eyes went up and down Miss Poston's back. They took in the pert, tight pout of her rump.
He saw the way her navy skirt fairly dipped into the deep crack between her ass cheeks, even as it flared out over her smooth hips. He saw the curve of her spine and the way the slinky red top of her blouse followed the curving bow of it.
Miss Poston turned around and faced the class again, resting her tight buttocks against the chalk tray. The hard wood indented the soft flesh and made her pelvis tip forward. The gentle curve of her mound showed, and the skirt folded revealingly into the triangle of her pussy and thighs in a sweet duplication of the triangle she'd drawn on the board.
Jim Arland was enchanted. His prick pulsed with youthful vigor under the hiding slab of his desk top. He watched her soft red lips part and close as she formed her words.
When she made circles of them, he imagined them around the tip of his swollen cock, and he feared it would swell so full it would split. He gazed at her violet eyes, the glossy sheen of her raven hair. He watched the thrust and jiggle of her firm-tipped tits inside the slinky blouse and imagined how soft and warm they would feel in his hands, against his cheeks and lips, all over his body.
He watched the way her skirt drew across her abdomen and molded the outlines of her trim thighs when she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Everything about her was soft, slinky, warm, beautiful . . .
Jim felt his breath catch in his throat. He bent forward and moaned softly and just had to grab his prick. He squeezed the burning stalk through his pants and nearly blew his wad when he saw her violet eyes were looking right at him while she talked.
He gasped and stopped masturbating. He blushed deep pink and ran his hand through his curly blond hair and twisted his head around, glancing furtively at the other students.
That was a close one! he thought.
She was drawing on the board again. He heard a chuckle from the next row and a seat behind. He turned and saw Tom Bender at his desk, grinning from ear to ear.
Bender had his hand in his lap. He made jacking motions with it and then shifted his knees wide apart to let Jim see the full, thick ridge of cock running down the leg of his tight pants.
Bender made a furtive gesture-a middle finger fucking into a circle of forefinger and thumb-and nodded toward Miss Boston when he did it. Then he scratched the ridge of his prick and pumped his hips with a look of agonized bliss on his face.
Jim grinned back and turned forward quickly. It had been a feeble grin. Now his mouth felt dry, and there was a funny buzzing in his ears. His hands curled into fists on the top of his desk, and he looked at Miss Poston again.
Don't worry, Miss Poston. Don't you worry a bit about him . . .
It was no secret that she gave hard cocks to the boys. They all watched her thrusting tits and swaying, tight ass, just the way he did. They all talked about fucking her, gathering in a knot after class and being very descriptive.
Jim usually joined them. He liked to listen and imagine that he was a make-out like Tom Bender and the others, suave and cool and able to get the job done with her.
They talked about how they'd lift her dress and squeeze her tight buttocks in their hands, how they'd feel the full, firm tits and suck on the tight nipples until they were red and spiked.
His mouth went dry when they talked about running their fingers through her dark bush and slipping them between her thighs, playing with her pussy until it was soaking with passion.
Then he could nearly feel the slippery oil from her lovely cunt on his fingertips when he rubbed them together. When he smelled them, he smelled all sorts of aromas in his mind, because he didn't have any idea what real cunt juice smelled like.
When they talked about slipping their horny, squirting cocks into Miss Poston's pussy, making her squirm around and moan for more, he'd get the biggest, stiffest, reddest prick in the whole world. And he'd have to stagger off to the can and beat his meat until cum sprayed from the end of his swollen prick and bubbled over his knuckles.
Jim liked to listen. He liked to pretend that he had the suaveness and coolness and maturity to seduce her. But he didn't like to see the hard cocks on the other guys.
That made him afraid a guy like Bender would dick her and steal her from him, and that wasn't fair. Hell, Bender had all the cunts he wanted. He didn't have to be a hog and steal Miss Poston, too.
Jim's blue eyes glittered. He gazed steadily and intently at her as if trying to convey the message to her with his eyes. You're safe from them as long as I'm around, darling Miss Poston. I don't think you're just another piece of ass. I think you're special.
To his astonishment, she looked back=straight at him-and he nearly melted.
She understood! She knew! She secretly loved him for it!
The bell rang. There was a sudden burst of noise as the other students got up and talked and horsed their way out of the room. The sounds came to him dimly through his dreamy daze. He got up mechanically, forgetting all about the sweet stiffness of his aching, yearning prick.
"Oh my, Jimmy! Mmmmmm, just look at that thing. Where have you been hiding that big prick, Jimmy?"
The voice was soft and warm and intimate. For a split second, he thought it was Miss Pos-ton's voice. Then he glanced around and saw a vision nearly as lovely.
Betty Johnson stood inches from him, her books cradled against her soft, full tits. She was gazing down toward his crotch, and there was a shining light in her blue eyes.
She licked her lips and made a soft sound in the back of her throat. She clenched her buttocks together several times, as if there were a little itch between them.
She leaned forward slightly and reached toward his crotch. She ran her fingertips along the outline of his strong erection, probing and pinching, keeping her actions hidden by their bodies.
Jim gasped and shivered and nearly came in his pants again. "Jesus . . . " he croaked.
"Mmmmm, that looks like a man's prick, Jimmy. It feels like one, too. Did Miss Poston do that to you, Jimmy?"
"N-Naw," he lied. "You did, Betty. I was thinking about you just now when old Posty drew all those triangles on the board. They made me think of your sweet cunt and how much I'd like to fuck it, just like all the other guys get to."
Betty's eyes flicked up. He looked at her expression and knew he'd said the wrong thing again. He nearly groaned. He was always fucking up, putting both feet in his mouth at once, being un-suave and un-cool as hell.
Her gaze went over his curly yellow hair and his chubby-cheeked boyish face. She gave a small snort of disgust.
"Damn, but you're a smooth-talking little shit." There was a slight curl to her lip. "I should have known better than to try messing around with a kid again."
Jim stammered md shifted from one clumsy foot to the other, ile ran his hand through his boyish curls and mussed his hair absurdly. He watched her turn away from him and knew he had to do something to break out of this rut he was in.
Betty was the most beautiful girl in the school-next to Miss Poston, of course. And she was the easiest fuck, too. That's what Bender and the other guys said. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't any such thing. In fact, there'd never been any fuck for him. He felt as if he were the only cherry left in school, and he was already sixteen.
He swallowed hard and tightened his grip on his books and felt very fickle for turning his back to Miss Poston. But this was his chance, if he hadn't blown it already. The big chance to finally get his prick into a real live pussy.
"Hey, Betty-wait!" he cried, running after her but knowing that was a very un-cool thing to do, too.
She spun back, thrusting her big tits forward. "Wait for what? For you to grow up? I haven't got that long, Jimmy boy. I thought maybe I could teach you how to be a man, how to fuck in an exciting new way I just learned. But you're all hung up on Miss Poston. You can't kid me. And then you talk as if I'm some kind of whore who's let every boy in school fuck me, when you know that isn't true, Jimmy."
"It-it isn't?" he choked.
"You haven't fucked me yet," she said angrily. "And you're not going to, either, until you're a man."
"I'm a man!" he wailed, trailing her out the door like a little puppy, forgetting all about Miss Poston now.
God, he had to make it with Betty-just had to! How else was he going to get enough experience to compete with Bender to fuck Miss Poston first?
Hell, she'd brush him off faster than Betty was doing right now if he'd never had even one piece of ass. Besides that, there was something that didn't have anything to do with Miss Poston.
He was ready. He needed to get his rocks off with some cunt. Any cunt, it didn't much matter any more. Christ, he was even eyeing up his little sister, Holly, lately, and she hardly had any tits yet.
Betty turned around again. She looked down at his crotch and ran her eyes over the stiff line of his prick. She licked her lips and seemed to be considering it. Then she looked him squarely in the eye.
"Will you fuck me in the ass, Jimmy?" she asked bluntly.
"In the ass?" he choked.
She snorted again. "That's just what I thought. Just another kid. All you kids think about is screwing pussy, getting your own pleasure, never thinking about mine. You sound just like Tom. In the ass?" she mimicked. "Shit, there's got to be one man around this fucking school besides Mr. Jenkins."
"I'll do it, Betty!" Jim cried. "I swear I will!"
He shook all over. He didn't know what to think. How was an experience like that going to help him with Miss Poston ? He was shocked. In the oss? Girls liked a big dick up the ass?
Betty took his hand and smiled softly. "All right, Jimmy. We'll see if you're man enough. But I'm not kidding. No pussy fucking. I can get all of that I need from Tom and the others. You do it right, Jimmy boy, and I'll give you all the ass you ever dreamed of." She grinned and emphasized the word ass.
He laughed with her, nearly blowing his wad with excitement. A piece of ass for real! "Where?" he whispered conspiratorially.
"In the girls' John," she whispered back. "Top floor. Wait until the bell rings and everybody's in class."
"Jesus, Betty! We've got history! We'll need passes, or else-"
"There you go again, you little shit! I thought you were a man! You've got to take chances to convince me."
"All right, all right," he said quickly, running his hand through his hair again. He wished his knees would stop knocking. He wished he could be as cool as Bender.
Betty took off through the door and down the hallway that was now nearly empty. Jim licked his lips and stared after her, watching the full buttocks pump up and down as she walked. He imagined shoving his prick into the center of their globular softness, and he nearly whimpered with need.
He heard a sound at the front of the room. He glanced toward it and saw Miss Poston. Her violet eyes stared directly and intently into his, as if pleading with him not to go with Betty. Her beautiful face was marked with a kind of sadness and longing he didn't understand.
Betty stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked back at him with an expression of disgust. She made it clear that if he didn't come now, he wasn't going to get another chance to fuck her.
Jim felt perfectly miserable. He didn't know what to do. They were pulling him apart. He glanced back at Miss Poston and tried to tell her with his eyes.
It's for you, Miss Poston . . .
He gave a small cry and ran from the room to follow Betty Johnson. She said nothing. He followed her hot, full, wiggly ass along the corridor and up the stairs to the top floor.
Partway down the hall, she stopped and opened the door to the girls' can. She stood inside it and beckoned to him impatiently. He damn near wet his pants. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs clear at the other end of the hall.
"Hurry up, stupid!" she whispered hoarsely. Jim ran as quietly as he could, slipping into the restroom. The door hissed shut. He looked around, his heart pounding. It would be just his luck if some girl came in and caught him there. Maybe even his little sister, Holly. What the hell would he say to Holly?
"We're safe, Jimmy," Betty said to him. She came up against him and twined her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. "Hey, what are you gawking around at?"
"I-I've never been in a girls' can before."
Betty looked around with a frown. "What's the matter with it?"
"There aren't any pissers-you know, urinals."
"Of course not, stupid. Girls don't have pricks. If they did, I wouldn't have any need for boys, now would I ? " She grinned and came against him again, pushing her soft, round tits against his chest. "Then I could fuck myself in the ass," she giggled.
She put her hand to his crotch and massaged his prick. It had gone down slightly with his fright, but it sprang rigidly up again at her touch.
"Mmmmmm, that feels big, Jimmy. It feels like a wonderful cock. Let's see it, huh?"
He gasped and sucked in his breath and looked down at her, nearly frozen with fright. He didn't like standing just inside the door. If he pulled his cock out and somebody walked in, then he'd be in a hell of a mess.
"Hey, you're not going to play bashful with little Betty now, are you?" she taunted, rolling her tits all over his chest. "You'll never make me believe you're a man if you're going to be bashful."
"We-we ought to go into one of the stalls or something, Betty," he said.
"Yeah," she said after a moment. "You can sit on the can with your cock sticking up, and then I can sit in your lap. Your dick ought to go deep that way."
She took his hand and led him quickly to one of the stalls toward the end of the room. She went in first and turned around. He looked at the toilet and had a terrible urge to piss.
Then Betty stepped in front of him and put her hand to his fly again. She reached for his zipper. It made a purring sound as it came down. Her cool fingers reached inside the gap and found his straining, trembling cock. She pulled it out, and her eyes brightened.
"Man, what a beautiful big prick, Jimmy! God, I just knew it was going to be a big one like this! How the hell did I miss fucking you before now?"
"Y-You thought I was a dumb kid," Jim said, trying to grin. His lips wouldn't hold still, and neither would his knees. "B-But that's not a kid's prick there, is it?"
She glanced up and smiled slowly. "We'll see, Jimmy, we'll see. There's more to having a man's prick than the size. It's got to know what it's doing. And you've got to be able to hold back until the right moment, like Mr. Jenkins can."
"You've fucked Mr. Jenkins?" Jim blurted.
"Naw, stupid, he fucked me. And how! He stuck it up my ass just over an hour ago, and I haven't been able to think of anything else since then."
She wrapped her fingers around Jim's cock and began pulling on it with impatient gestures.
"Jesus, my butt's tingling, Jimmy!" she gasped. "Hurry up and get this thing in me before I come from just thinking about it!"
Jim sucked in his breath. He'd heard what she'd said about being a man, about being able to hold it. He didn't think he was going to be able to. Not if she kept jacking him off like that.
"B-Betty . . . " he groaned huskily, pumping his hips so that her hand went all around his throbbing prick.
"Don't you come in my hand!" she hissed warningly, yanking it away.
"Whew!" he gasped, leaning against the partition. "I guess I'm overloaded." He looked down at his cock. It thumped with each beat of his heart, doing a rapid dance in the air.
"Drop your pants," she said. "I don't want your cold zipper poking me in the ass."
She watched him. He hesitated and then sucked in his breath and pretended he was the coolest of the cool. He unhooked his belt buckle and the snap and let the pants fall to his knees. His dick sprouted over the tops of his knit briefs.
"Man, that's nice," Betty whispered with admiration. She reached up and rolled her tits around on her chest and licked her lips.
"How about letting me see those tits of yours, Betty?" he asked, wishing he could keep his voice from cracking. He stared at the big nipples that showed through the halter fabric.
"Huh?" she said, looking up at him. "They're just tits. We haven't got time to fool around like that."
"I want to see them," he choked, his prick bouncing up and down again with the pounding of his pulse.
She squinted at him. "Hey . . . haven't you ever seen a girl's tits before or something? Christ, I thought you were a man!"
"Yeah," he lied. "Hundreds of them. But they're all different, you know? I want to see yours."
"Shit. All right," she complained, reaching behind her back. She untied the string and let the halter top dangle from her neck like an apron over her swaying, jiggling tits.
She reached forward and pulled his briefs down to his knees and stared at his balls and prick. "Nice," she said, reaching out to cup them.
Jim nearly swooned. The heat from her palm was sensational on his balls. He didn't know how he was possibly going to hold his load until his cock was up her ass.
"Come on, sit on the can and let's get with it. No, wait a minute, I've got to tinkle first."
She lifted her skirt in a swift motion, holding it around her waist. Jim stared at the slick bright red fabric of her panties. He saw the puffy lips of her pussy inside the nylon and the thin gap between them.
She hooked her thumbs into the garment and shoved it down. He nearly fainted with joy when her auburn bush appeared. There was a drumming sound in his ears, and his prick bobbed rampantly.
She sat down on the can and spread her thighs slightly. He stared right between them at her cunt. The first real live cunt he'd ever seen!
God, it looked soft and moist and wonderful! There was a thin line of bright pink meat between the lips. When she spread her thighs a little more, he could see it better, and he nearly spurted his boiling load without anything touching his sensitive, overcharged cock.
Betty let out a small sigh. Then piss hissed from her pussy into the bowl. She glanced up at him and saw his rapt attentiveness. With a devilish gleam in her eye, she lifted the apron from her tits and showed him the firm mounds in all their youthful glory.
"Come here and slip your prick between my tits, Jimmy," she said softly. "I don't think you're a man at all. I'll bet you're going to blow your wad right between my nice soft tits."
There was a note of threat in her voice. Her manner had changed from hurried to teasing, and he had the terrible feeling that she was going to torment the hell out of him until he shot his load, just so she could continue calling him a kid.
Maybe that had been her intention all along. Maybe she'd never had any notion of taking his big cock up her ass.
The thought came to him out of the blue, and then a multitude of other thoughts came with it-snatches of conversation from the guys.
She'd done it to Archie Myers one night, getting him all worked up, playing with his dick and promising to do all sorts of things to him. Then she'd laughed in his face and got out of the car, to get into Bender's and roar away, leaving Archie with aching nuts.
And now that he thought about it, she'd done the same kind of thing to Paul Tully and Roger Adams. It had been a little different with big
Bill Ferguson, the football captain.
He'd gone around bragging about he was going to dick her ass into the ground after Homecoming last year. Only the story that went around was that she'd jacked him off and sucked him off and jacked him off again so that when it came time to fuck, he couldn't get a hard-on any more, and she'd gone away laughing and spreading the story that he needed a splint around his prick and maybe was queer.
Jim remembered all these things about Betty and began to sweat under his armpits. So that's what she was going to do to him! Shit, it had to be! She'd never given him the time of day before, and now all of a sudden in class today . . .
Jimmy . . . Jimmy boy . . . kid . . . little shit . . .
She'd called him all those things. She was still calling him names. God, why hadn't he suspected something was up when she'd said she wanted it up her ass? Girls didn't want any big fat dicks up their asses!
"Come on, Jimmy, fuck it between my tits," she said softly. "Here, look at this silky crack between them. Wouldn't that feel good? Wouldn't you like my soft tits all around your big hard prick, Jimmy?"
He stood before her, staring at her tits, watching the way her hands mashed them together like fleshy pillows for his prick. He looked down at her pussy, spread open even more now, glistening with a honey-like juice inside the puffy lips. He looked at her mouth, the way she was making it soft and round, as if promising to suck his prick, too.
He groaned deep inside. He didn't want to be humiliated by her like those other guys. But he was powerless to step back. When her hand came out and wrapped around his prick and pulled forward, it was as if she had hold of the handle of his existence.
"There, Jimmy, there . . . Oh, doesn't that feel good? Mmmmmm, what a big, strong prick! It feels wonderful between my tits, against my chest. Careful, now, Jimmy, don't come . . . don't . . . "
The sensation was almost unbearable as she laid his trembling prick into the soft, silky groove between her breasts. She pushed the mounds together and rolled them up and down his stalk.
Her knees squeezed in against his legs as he stood up next to the toilet and leaned against her chest. His head began to spin. He put out his arms and braced himself against the wall. He felt her warm breath against his stomach, her hair tickling him softly.
He closed his eyes a moment so that he wouldn't have to look down the bow of her spine to her flaring buttocks and the deep cleft between them.
That didn't help. Closing his eyes made it worse. Hang on, Jim!
He might have made it. But she cheated. She cupped his balls and pulled upward gently, burying them in the softness of her fleshy tits.
Then she dipped her head and opened her soft lips and captured the tip of his prick between them. Her tongue snaked down the underside of his pounding cock and slipped back up lightly. Then she plunged her mouth down over his shaft and sucked hard.
"Betty!" he screamed hoarsely. "God! Oh, God! Yaaaaagh!"
His sperm boiled up through his prick and spewed out the end in gigantic pulses. He was shooting! He'd fucked up again!
He pushed against her and didn't give a damn. Nothing mattered right then. Let her ride his ass and call him a kid if she wanted, this was worth it. Hell, if she hadn't wanted him to come, then why was she still sucking on his prick?
Why was she drinking down his huge load of cum as fast as he hosed it into her mouth?
"Ahhhhhhhgh!" he cried again, pumping and jerking against her, his knees flopping as if they were made of rubber.
When he stopped coming, she took her mouth away and pushed him back from her. His cock throbbed and pounded. It was bright red and glistening with wetness. A drop of cum oozed out the tip and dangled from it.
"I knew you couldn't hold it," she said. "Little shit."
"I could have!" he cried. "I could have held it if you hadn't started sucking me off! Jesus, Betty, what the hell do you expect?"
"I expected you to fuck my ass, little boy."
He glared down at her, not quite knowing whether to be angry or whether to cry. Shit, if he'd had more experience, he could be cool and just grin and zip up and tell her thanks for the blow job.
Instead, he said, "I'll still fuck it, you teasing cunt! Get your fat ass off that pot, and I'll fuck the shit out of it!"
She stared at him. He snapped his head back with a start. Had he said that?
She grinned slowly, her expression changing. "Hey, now. Maybe I've been underestimating you all this time, Jimmy. Maybe I should start calling you Jim now, huh?"
He licked his lips. "Y-Yeah," he said. His voice quavered again, the magic moment gone.
She didn't seem to notice. She got off the can. They shuffled around inside the narrow stall. She pressed up tightly against him, mashing her naked tits against his chest. She pushed her pussy against his hard prick and shook back and forth.
She licked her lips and swallowed. "That was a big load, Jim," she said softly. "A man-sized load. Mmmmm, it was good!"
Then she plastered her mouth against his, her lips sucking and pulling against his. Her tongue shot into his mouth, and he tasted sperm on it.
His prick began to pound again, and his breath caught in his throat as she turned him around and kept kissing him while she sat him on the pot.
The seat was warm from her butt. She stopped kissing him and straightened up, standing right in front of him, her pussy on a level with his eyes.
He stared into the depths of her pussy. She helped him, putting her fingers to her cunt lips and parting the puffy petals to let him see it all.
"Mmmmmm, suck me, Jim," she moaned.
He gasped. She pushed her cunt forward, brushing his face with her pubes. They were damp. A strange, heady odor wafted up from her slit.
She began moving her hips. Her fingertip slid up and down her gap, making wet slurpy sounds.
A little pea-sized thing stuck up from a tent-shaped fold at the top of her cleft. Her fingertip began rolling over it, and she moaned with increasing passion.
"Ohhhhhh, suck my clit, Jim. Take it between your lips and suck it off, and then I'll let you fuck my ass."
A clit . . . a real live clit! So that's what a clit looked like!
He put his face to her twat, wanting to take it slow until he got used to the strange aroma, the silky texture, the slippery feel of it. But she wouldn't let him.
She grabbed the back of his head, tangled her fingers in his blond curls and mashed his face against her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, suck it Jim! Suck my cunt! Eat out my pussy with your tongue! Kiss it, suck it, fuck it with your mouth!"
He didn't have any choice. The wet tissues of her pussy lips spread wide over his mouth. His tongue thrust into the depths of her wet, silky cunt, and juice spurted from her hole and flowed over his tongue, filling the inside of his mouth and his senses with the heady taste and aroma of her passionate pussy.
"Ohhh, that's enough, Jim!" she gasped suddenly. "You're going to make me come. I don't want to come. Not until that big prick's inside my ass-up as far as it will go!"
She turned around, bent forward slightly and braced her feet apart on the floor. She shot the biggest, softest, goddamndest moon he'd ever seen right in his face.
She spread her asscheeks apart with her fingers, and he saw the pulsing rosebud of her anus. It looked very tight. He thought it would be impossible to sink his big dick into that tiny hole.
His cock throbbed as he looked at it all. Just under her asshole, he saw her puffy cunt lips pouting downward, surrounded by auburn fuzz, dripping with her honeyed pussy juice.
She reached between her thighs and took hold of his prick. The heavy shaft was starting to buck again in a very threatening way. He felt the sensations deep in his gut. His balls drew up and readied themselves to pump out another load.
Jim gritted his teeth. He watched that full, sweet ass come backward and down into his lap.
He held her hips with his hands. He couldn't resist cupping her dangling tits, feeling the spiked nipples with his fingers, rolling them.
"Ohhhh, I'm hot," she moaned.
"I'll take care of that," he said with supreme coolness.
But he didn't feel cool. He felt ready to explode. Her soft buttocks slid against his cock, easing the rigid shaft into the deep cleft between her cheeks.
She sat in his lap. His prick was surrounded by soft flesh. It was even more exciting than fucking her tits had been. He could reach around into her lap and play with her pussy, and he did.
"Ohhhh, Jim, that's wonderful!" she gasped, leaning back against him.
He played with the wet softness of her cunt and the fleshy firmness of her tits. He couldn't keep from rocking on the seat so that his prick fucked up and down her deep, firm crack.
"Ohhhh, my ass is on fire, Jim! Stop teasing me! Stick it in! Oh, fuck that big prick up my butt!"
She lifted up slightly. Her buttocks clenched and grabbed at his shaft, pulling it and massaging it strongly, bringing him closer and closer to coming again.
Hell, he had to grit his teeth, he was so close. He didn't dare come again until he was inside her, or she might rip his cock off and flush it down like a limp turd.
She rocked forward onto her feet and reached between her thighs again. Her fingers milked his prick like a big teat. She aimed it and made the head rub up and down her crack and around her anus as she tried to center her tight hole over the tip.
When she got it the way she wanted it, she sat back slowly. Her anus pulsed and sucked at his swollen glans, nearly making him lose his wad again.
"Ohhhhh, it hurts!" she moaned. "Damn, damn! It hurts! It didn't hurt when Mr. Jenkins fucked me there. Why-why!"
She tried pushing again, but the pressure was too much for her. She lifted off and rubbed his cockhead around her asshole again.
"It's dry!" he croaked, groaning with the intense need to ejaculate.
"That's it!" she cried. "He'd been fucking my cunt. His prick was all slippery with pussy juice!"
She tipped Jim's prick forward. Silky, satiny, oiled, heavenly warmth surrounded the head of his cock, and he knew it was right there-right in there-in the mouth of her wonderful, tight, squeezing cunt!
Oh, God! he moaned inwardly.
His blood boiled. His prick throbbed harder than it ever had in his life. Just the knowledge provided half his throbbing heat-the awareness that he was finally fucking a woman's cunt.
Erotic sensations overwhelmed him. He felt the incredible excitement of it all as her pussy plunged down over his rampant prick.
"My God, my God!" he cried softly.
He squeezed his eyes shut. It was the wrong thing to do. He could visualize everything vividly-the spreading of her pussy lips, the redness of the tissues he'd just sucked into his mouth, the sprouting of her clit from the top of her cleft.
He felt every inch of his cock stalk being enveloped by the honeyed warmth of her silky vagina. He felt the way her excited muscles sucked and pulsed around him as she swallowed it.
All the way! All the way in!
His cock was fucking into her very depths!
He pushed up against her ass and shoved his prick to the very tip of her cervix and blew his wad with a throaty yell.
"Aaaaagh! I'm fucking a cunt! I'm coming in a cunt! What a wonderful cunt! I'm not a virgin any more! Yaaaaagh!"
His prick thudded and danced against the soft, silky walls of her pussy. It blew and hosed, flooding her vagina with his cum. It was the most incredible sensation he'd ever experienced !
"You fucking bastard, stop it!" she screamed throatily.
She jumped off his prick and whirled around and stared at him with terrible fury.
He yipped in anguish when the warm, silky haven of her pussy pulled away and left his blasting stalk throbbing in dry, cold air.
It continued to spew pulsing jets of sperm from the tip. Cum dripped from her cunt hole onto the floor between her feet as it drained from her upright body.
His hand shot forward and grabbed his pounding cock and jacked it feverishly, making him come all over his knuckles and onto the floor. He sat on the can and groaned and grunted and got red in the face as he came and came.
"Lousy little shit! Dirty fucking bastard kid!" Betty screamed at him. "Look at your dick! Just look at it now!"
He slumped back against the toilet seat and opened hooded eyes. He glanced down at the stalk in his fist. It was sagging limply over one side of his hand, no longer stiff.
He felt drained for the moment. He knew he could get it back up again in a few minutes, but he also knew she was beyond caring about that.
"Get out of here, you little boy bastard!" she screamed. "Oh, shit. Shit!"
She backed out of the stall, swirling her hand over her pussy, masturbating furiously. She backed against the line of sinks on the other wall of the John. She parted her legs and tipped her head back and whipped her orgasm off with her hand.
"Ohhhhh, you dirty shit!" she groaned. "I wanted it up my ass! I wanted . . . ohhh . . . "
He stared at her, watching her do it to herself. He felt like rushing forward and grabbing her and fucking her again. He jacked his prick, but it was a limp noodle in his fist.
She was making a hell of a racket. He was afraid somebody was going to come in and find out what all the noise was about.
He scrambled to his feet, yanking his pants up quickly, nearly catching his limp dick in the zipper.
"Betty-hey, Betty, I didn't mean to come," he said quietly, trying to soothe her.
"You shit! Get away from me! Goddamn kid!" she cried loudly.
The noise was deafening in the marble-walled room. It frightened him. There was suddenly only one thing to do, and that was to get the hell out of there as fast as he could.
He took one last look at her bare pussy and the way her hand was jiggling over it as she continued masturbating, then he turned and ran.
A sob clutched at his throat as he opened the door and looked quickly into the hallway, but he really didn't care if anyone was in it or not. As he flew out and down the hall, he could still hear her yelling.
He'd blown it. Goddamn, he'd blown it! He was just a fucking kid! No self-control!
Oh, Miss Poston, why didn't you stop me from going with her! he sobbed inwardly, tripping in the hallway, skidding, getting to his feet and flying down the stairs three at a time.
CHAPTER THREE
Chris Poston had stood at the front of the classroom, watching from the corner of her eye, hoping . . . hoping . . .
Jim nearly hadn't gone with Betty. He'd stopped and looked back at her and had gazed at her with that wonderful, adoring expression of his, and Chris could have cried with happiness.
But then he'd spun away to run after the full butt, the big tits, the promise of Betty's easy, free-loving cunt, and Chris knew she'd lost him forever.
"Jim, wait . . . " she'd called.
But he hadn't heard her. He was gone.
Sighing with heavy sadness, Chris Poston felt her pussy do something very strange inside. It seemed to swell and gape, and the walls felt as if they were drawing apart, giving her the feeling of a great emptiness inside her.
She wrapped her arms around her body and hugged her soft-tipped breasts and shivered slightly. Tears stung her eyes. She gathered up her books and notes and held them against her breasts, blinking the fuzziness from her eyes. She went out into the hall and started toward her office.
Pimple-faced boys grinned at her and craned their necks and made dirty whispers behind her back. She quickened her steps. She hated that. They thought they were cool and worldly. Christ, they thought they were appealing!
Little punks. She wondered what was the matter with girls these days, spreading their legs to let the Benders of Glenville High fuck them-and even pop their cherries! And then to go around thinking they'd been honored instead of used!
She paused in front of the alcove door leading to her office and Burt's.
He was another one, that Jenkins.
So suave and cool, and so goddamn beautiful.
His problem was that he knew it. It went to his head. It gave him an ego problem. And that made him no different from the Benders of Glenville. Not at all. Only a little older.
She looked at the books in her arms. She didn't want to take them home with her. She closed her eyes a moment and prayed silently that Burt wasn't in his office.
She was so tired of his constant badgering for a date. He didn't want a date, he wanted a piece of her ass, nothing more. She'd nearly gotten sick a little while earlier when he'd come up to her and leaned against the doorway, oozing false sincerity at her, God, it had dripped from him as if he bought it by the gallon!
How many times had other men done that to her? And how many times had she been stupid enough to fall for it?
She pushed open the door angrily and closed it behind her, staring at Jenkin's open door. His light was out. Did she dare hope he wasn't there?
He wasn't. She raced into her own office anyway, slammed the door behind her and locked it. She didn't turn on the light, just in case he came back.
She put her books on her desk. She fingered things idly. She went over to the window and lifted the shade slightly and looked out on the shadowed area behind the building. She watched students mill about the school, seeing the hated swagger of the cool, cool boys, the fawning giggles and thrusting tits of the silly, stupid girls with pussies atwitter.
She turned away, feeling hollow and empty inside. She put her hand to her lap and rubbed her pussy. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes and leaned her tight rump against the edge of her desk.
Oh, Jim, don't fuck her. Don't lose your sweet innocence and become another suave and greedy bastard . . .
She imagined his youthful, rigid prick, sweet and straight and beautiful. She saw his boyish face and his curly blond hair and the blue eyes that gazed at her with such sweet adoration.
Her pussy burst into flames. She tugged her skirt to her waist, thrust her hand into her blue panties and swirled it over her cunt, feeling the terrible sensitivity of it, the ever-present wetness from her honeyed flow.
"Oh, my God," she moaned softly.
She wanted to stop. She tried to stop. But she waddled over to her desk chair and slumped in it, sliding her buttocks to the padded edge, thrusting her legs under the desk.
She tipped her head back and knew she wouldn't stop until she'd come again. She didn't even try to stop any more.
Her fingers spread her cunt lips inside the panties and slid through the silky wetness of her slit. They teased the spiked tip of her clit until she knew that teasing wouldn't be any good.
She masturbated hard, making her fingers bear down almost cruelly on her swollen, blazing cunt. She pumped and rolled her hips in the chair as she fucked her pussy with her hand.
Jim . . . sweet Jim . . .
She pictured him again. His face was smiling as it hovered above hers. The sun caught in the yellow curls of his hair. His eyes were the same blue as the sky above him.
The scent of grass came to her, warm and sweet under the summer sun. She heard the ripple of the brook and the soft rustle of the sycamore leaves all around them at the edge of the meadow.
Then Jim's face blurred and became Howard's, and Jim's young sweet prick became Howard's as it entered her virginal body, causing sweet pain and spinning delights, changing her at that moment from a fourteen-year-old girl to a fourteen-year-old woman.
Chris lifted her buttocks from the chair and keened deep in the back of her throat and cried softly into the dimness of her locked office.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me full of love!"
The words blurred and became a groan of bliss. The images of the boys in her mind blurred, being first Howard's and then Jim's and then merging into one sweet, boyish, face of innocence and selfless love.
Her fingers squeezed her cunt tightly. She felt her muscles throb and spasm as she came. She felt the rush of slippery warmth inside her cunt, the silky swimming as her tissues sought the stiffness of the prick that wasn't there.
The scene faded from her mind, and the dim drabness of her office returned. She sank slowly into the chair and knew the yielding grass wasn't at her back.
She breathed harshly a moment, letting the tingles of orgasm ripple through her. There was no sun, no sky, no sycamore leaves overhead.
She sighed wearily. She felt oddly emptier than before. It was like that now. It had been like that for too long.
She slouched in the chair and blinked at the dullness of the ceiling. She was going to have to do something. She couldn't go on like this.
Howard was dead. The sweetness of their young love had died with him, eight years ago, and there was nothing she could do to bring it back.
But Jim wasn't dead. Not yet. He was upstairs in the girls' John with Betty Johnson.
When he came out, he would be dead. There would be no innocence left in him. He'd be like the others, all the others . . .
Chris sobbed softly and wiped a tear from her cheek. There had to be another Howard somewhere in this stinking world.
She needed a man. She needed to stop cloistering herself in her room like a nun or something, never going out, never curling up in the circle of a man's arms, never spreading out under the hard weight of a man's body and feeling the stiffness of his prick enter her silky pussy and bring her to a spasming, thrilling orgasm.
She needed to stop masturbating all the time. She needed to stop trying to find the honesty and sweetness she'd had with Howard . . . and with girls. That didn't work either. It was good, but it didn't work.
She needed a man. But a man who wasn't quite a man. One who wasn't out for a score, a piece of ass-full of promises and soft spoken dreams that faded to lies after he'd blown his wad in her cunt and had used her like all the others.
No, she didn't need another man like Burt Jenkins.
She needed Jim Arland . . .
So what, if he was only sixteen. Howard had been fifteen when his brother had run them into the culvert and killed him. She was now twenty-three. That was only seven years' difference. That wasn't much.
And so what, if she was his teacher. She could stop teaching. They could move. She could take care of him and support them until he was two years older and legally an adult. It had happened before. It would happen again, to other couples in love.
Only Jim wouldn't be innocent and sweet any more when Betty got through with him. He'd be another cool punk, out after a piece of ass instead of love.
God, why didn't I stop him! she raged inwardly.
She sat up in her chair, looking toward the ceiling as if able to see through the stonework into the restroom above.
Maybe it isn't too late yet . . .
She got out of her chair, impelled by a strange force inside her. She went to her door, unlocked it, went outside. The hall was empty. She went to the nearest stairs, the ones at the opposite end of the building from where Jim and Betty had gone up.
She climbed them silently, her emotions in a whirl. Her legs felt strange and rubbery after her orgasm. She prayed no one would come along and ask her why she was sneaking up the stairs.
What was she going to do? Should she barge in on them? What if he was just sticking his young, innocent prick into Betty's greedy hot cunt?
Would he hate her for stopping him? Did she dare take the risk?
She reached the top of the landing and was just ready to turn into the hallway, still wondering what to do, when she heard the yelling.
She stopped up short. It was coming from an echoing room. It was a girl's voice. Then she saw Jim Arland come flying out of the girls' restroom. Betty's swearing followed him.
Chris stood and watched with astonishment as Jim skidded and banged into the wall, then spun his feet on the slick floor as he tried to fly toward the other set of stairs.
She heard him clamber down them. Two classroom doors opened as teachers stuck their heads out to see what the racket was. Chris stood at the end of the hall and let herself dare to smile, very slowly at first, and then with growing broadness.
She turned around and went back downstairs just as the bell rang for the next change of classes. The halls were suddenly teeming with life. Students bumped into her on their hurried way, but she didn't mind. She just walked down the hall, smiling grandly, feeling certain that she hadn't lost her boyish man at all.
When she got back to her office entrance, she walked through the outer door into the littie alcove and stopped up short again. A girl stood before Burt Jenkin's office door, knocking on it.
She was a small girl, red-haired and petite, a freshman. She had to be about fourteen, Chris thought, but she looked twelve. Her little ass was tight and girlish. Her tits were no more than budding bumps on her chest, barely beginning the process of growing to maturity.
She wore her hair long. Her eyes were light blue. She swung around when Chris walked into the alcove and shut the outer door, and there was an expression on her face close to guilt.
Chris sighed inwardly. Another one for Jenkins to fuck. They got younger and younger. They couldn't hide their intentions. Their expressions betrayed them. They couldn't hide the flushed, excited little gestures and smiles. They couldn't keep their hot little asses from quivering.
"Oh-hi, Miss Poston," the girl said. "I was just trying to see if Mr. Jenkins was in. Do you know ? "
For the first time, Chris noted that his door was closed. She tried the knob. It was locked. He'd come and gone while she was on the stairs.
"He must be gone for the day," she said. She looked closely at the girl's face. It was astonishingly like Jim Arland's-the same eyes, nearly the same nose and chin and mouth, only a little more feminine and younger.
"What's your name?" Chris asked. "You're not in any of my classes are you?"
"No, I'm not. You've got my brother Jim in geometry, though. I'm Holly Arland." She glanced back at the closed door and sighed wistfully. "Well, I'll try tomorrow then. Bye."
"Holly, wait . . . "
The girl turned around. So young! So pretty! So innocent! "Yes, Miss Poston?"
Chris took in a deep breath, thinking, Burt Jenkins is not going to fuck her! "Come into my office for a minute, Holly. I want to talk to you."
The girl looked startled. Chris held her door wide and watched the girl go in. She'd really put her foot into it this time. What was she going to say?
"Sit down, Holly," Chris said. She closed the door and locked it. A pulse of excitement shot through her at the sound of the bolt, because she suddenly knew how she was going to dissuade Holly Arland from letting Jenkins fuck her.
"I can help you, Holly," she said positively, pulling a chair up beside Holly's and sitting close.
The girl looked startled, noticing that Miss Poston hadn't sat on the other side of her desk.
She fingered her books nervously.
"I-I wanted to see Mr. Jenkins about some -about-"
"I know why you wanted to see him, Holly," Chris broke in. She kept a smile on her face, her voice soft.
Holly looked down quickly and swallowed. "Y-You do?"
"You can't wait. You think it's the thing to do. You think all the girls in school but you have been fucked by a man, and you don't want to be left out. You wanted to go in there and lie on his couch and have Mr. Jenkins fuck you. Isn't that right, Holly?"
"Miss Poston!! "
"Don't lie, Holly. I know what goes on in there. And so do you." She took a quick look at the books the girl held on her lap and made a wild stab. "You don't even take biology. There can't be any other reason why you'd be going to see him."
"I-I-"
She touched the girl's cheek tenderly. "Come on, you can tell me, Holly. It's all right. I'm not scolding you. I won't tell Jim or anybody. I want to help. I know what it's like to be a young girl growing up with the need to learn and experiment. In fact," she said softly, "I know what it's like to be a woman who wants to be fucked."
The girl's eyes grew wide in astonishment.
She stared at Chris for a long moment, and the message finally sank in.
"You, Miss Poston?" she asked incredulously. "B-But you're so beautiful! The boys talk about you all the time! Why, you're about all Jim ever talks about any more!"
"Jim?"
"Oh, he's crazy about you, Miss Poston!" she blurted. She clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh, I shouldn't have said that."
Chris smiled. "I'm glad you told me that, Holly. Can you keep a secret? Then we'll both have secrets to keep. Can you?"
"S-Sure, Miss Poston," the girl said, tilting her head in question.
Chris looked straight into her inquisitive blue eyes. "I'm crazy about Jim, too."
"You? Jimmy? My brother?" she squealed with sudden delight. "Oh, I don't believe that!"
"It's no more absurd than what you feel for Mr. Jenkins, is it, Holly?" she asked in a level, serious tone.
"But Mr. Jenkins is so handsome, so cool! And Jimmy's such a clod, Miss Poston."
"Not a clod, Holly. A sweet, sensitive boy. You'll know what I mean one day." She looked at the girl, at the tiny, tight bumps on her chest, the soft lips that were not quite full yet, the adolescent swell of her hips. She took the books from Holly's lap and set them on her desk.
"I said I could help you, Holly. Now I'm . going to."
The blue eyes widened again. "W-What are you going to do, Miss Poston?" she choked. "Have you ever been fucked, Holly."
"Sure," she said quickly. "Holly?"
"Well . . . no, Miss Poston," she responded sheepishly.
"But you want to be ? "
"Oh, I'm dying for it!" the girl cried suddenly, clasping her hands in front of her chest, shivering slightly. Her lips went suddenly slack, her face touchingly young. "You said it was a secret between us, Miss Poston."
"Yes, and it is. And to prove it, I'm going to tell you another secret of mine. I'm just dying to get your brother alone with me in my apartment and let him fuck his sweet, innocent prick into my pussy and make me come and come. That's the truth, Holly."
The girl didn't laugh this time. She stared with her mouth open and her blood pounding through her. Her face went pink, her eyes soft and bright.
"I-I've thought that too sometimes, Miss Poston," she whispered. "Isn't that terrible of me? My own brother?"
"The only terrible thing is that you've called him a clod, Holly," Chris said softly. "If-if I could do anything about it . . . oh, I wish Jim were here right now. I'd show you what I'd do about it!"
She suddenly reached out and put her arms around Holly and hugged the girl tightly, pressing her firm breasts against the tiny bumps of Holly's tits.
The girl gasped. Then her emotions overcame her shock, and she put her small arms around Chris's neck and hugged back.
"Oh, Miss Poston, I get so hot sometimes I just can't stand it! I saw Jimmy doing it to himself on his bed one night, and I nearly-oh, I wanted to go in and get on top of him and sit down on his hard prick and take it all up into my little pussy and come and come! You don't know!"
"I do know, Holly, I do!"
"I ran into my room and did it to myself again and again! I just couldn't get enough! And I kept thinking about Mr. Jenkins all the time I was doing it. And I heard about . . some of the other girls, and . . . and I just
"Are you hot now, Holly."
"Oh, yes!"
"Then do it. Right now. Let me watch you do it."
"Oh, Miss Poston!"
"I'll do it with you. You can watch me, Holly. It'll take the edge off, get the itch out of your pussy. And then you can tell Jim I want to see him. Holly, I'll teach him . . . more than geometry. And then . . . then he can teach you. Sweet Jim. You won't like what Mr. Jenkins does to you, Holly. You're so young, so small. He'll hurt you. He won't care about you. All he cares about is getting a piece of ass. Do you understand the difference, Holly?"
"I . . . I think so, Miss Poston. I really think so."
Chris couldn't stop herself. The old familiar motions came back to her hands, the ones she had learned with Shirley at Teacher's College.
She placed her open hand on Holly's crotch and pressed in firmly and gently, jiggling slightly, finding just the right spot.
"Ohhhh!" Holly gasped suddenly. "Oh, Miss Poston! You're making me hotter! Oh, you shouldn't do that!"
"I want to do it, Holly. I want you to do it to me. I want to get that wild urge out of your pussy until you can think straight and see that letting Burt Jenkins pop your cherry is not the right thing to do."
"You-you're talking like you want Jimmy to fuck me first, Miss Poston!" Holly gasped, her young thighs spreading under the pressure of Chris's hand despite herself. "My own brother! That isn't right either!"
"I'm talking about what's best, Holly, not about moral right or wrong. Jim will be tender and loving and careful and sweet when I've taught him how to fuck. Burt Jenkins is like a stud bull seeking his own pleasure."
"Have you fucked him, Miss Poston?"
"Not him. Too many like him. I know, Holly, I know. Oh, please believe me and don't waste yourself on him!"
"Ohhhh, your hand! You know just where it feels the best, don't you, Miss Poston?"
Chris smiled painfully inside. Yes, dear Holly, I know.
Her hand slid up. She pulled the blouse from Holly's jeans and bared the flat young stomach. She pulled it higher and saw the padded bra over her small tits.
How long ago it had been when she'd worn one herself. God, it was like starting over again, with a girl just like herself, only perhaps smaller.
But Chris had had the beauty and sweetness of Howard's loving to learn from. She had to stop Holly from throwing her virgin body away on an asshound like Burt Jenkins. If the only Howard available for Holly was her brother Jim, then that was simply the way it had to be.
She reached behind the girl's small back and undid the clasp of the bra. She lifted it and looked at the fresh buds of Holly's tits, the taut cones they made on her chest. She looked at the fresh pinkness of the barely-formed nipples and nearly wept at their beauty.
What a travesty it would be for one of these score-keeping young bastards to fuck that fresh, innocent body!
"Oh, Holly, they're beautiful!" Chris cried, dipping forward, opening her mouth.
Her lips made soft circles. She sucked the ends of Holly's fresh tits into her mouth, running her tongue over the nipples again and again, feeling the sensitive electric shocks jolt through the young body in her arms.
"Oh! Oh, Miss Poston! Oh, that's wonderful!" Holly cried.
Chris thought of Shirley again. There was a difference, of course. Shirley had been mature. She'd known how to diddle back. But it didn't matter just now, because Holly would soon know too.
The girl slid forward in the chair, her small buttocks resting on the edge of it. She didn't hesitate to lift her tight buttocks up when Chris began to pull the jeans down her narrow hips.
"Ohhhh, Miss Poston!" she moaned.
Her dainty hand went to her pussy the moment it was bared. Chris looked down. She'd thought it was from modesty. It wasn't. The slim fingers were already busy in the puffy, tight folds of her virginal cunt.
"That's it, Holly-do it! Do it hard! Come hard for me! Get that big stud-bull prick out of your mind and think of a sweet, tender, gentle cock for a change."
Chris stared. The girl's mound was nearly hairless. Holly had a thin, girlish patch of reddish fuzz over her cunt, and that was all. Just a hint of hair. It made Chris wonder if she'd even had her first period yet.
"Ohhhh, Holly-so sweet! So young and tender! Oh, God, don't let a dirty fucker destroy that beautiful young pussy!"
"Oh, I won't, Miss Poston! I won't!"
"Promise ? "
"Y-Yes! I promise! Oh, watch me do it! I'm doing it! Ohhh, I'm so hot! My little pussy's so hot!"
Chris gave a soft cry. She watched the busy fingers as they slid up and down the pink, puffy gap of Holly's virginal cunt and rolled over the tiny bump of her clit, making her hips jerk and twitch.
Chris put her hand between her own thighs, up under her skirt. Her fingers pulled her panty leg away from her swollen, sodden cunt. She rolled her fingers in her soft, wet meat and masturbated with Holly.
It wasn't enough. She got to her knees in front of the girl's chair. She spread Holly's legs and positioned herself between them. She knelt there and looked between the young cunt lips.
Everything was pink. Everything was fresh and clean and unused and wholesome. She could see the ragged fringe of Holly's cherry just inside the tight vaginal mouth.
"Oh, let me, let me!" she cried throatily.
She pulled Holly's hand away. She licked her soft, red lips. She dipped her head, let her mouth swell out over the pink freshness, and drank from Holly's pussy as if sucking from a young peach.
"Aaaaaieeee!" Holly cried with a keening sound. "Miss Poston!"
The girl's hips bucked upward as she pushed her sweet pussy into Chris's mouth. Her hands curled in the raven silk flowing from Chris's head, and she crooned again and again.
Chris lapped up and down the satiny groove. She flicked the tip of her tongue around the stiff young clit. She tasted the scented oils of youth flowing from Holly's pussy.
It was heady wine. As she lapped it up, she felt no guilt, no sense of perversion, no remorse. She thought along higher planes. She was glad that she had caught the girl in time, glad to have been able to save her from a brutal cocking by Jenkins.
Or one of the others, like Bender.
This girl was different. She was not in the same league with Betty Johnson. Betty was a cow. She could take a stud bull's cock and make it swim around inside her big cunt, and it wouldn't matter how much cum flowed into her hole.
But Holly was like a small bird, fragile and tiny. She couldn't take it. She would shatter and bend under such treatment. That was the kind of thing bastards like Burt Jenkins didn't understand.
The little Hollys needed tenderness, gentleness.
And Chris was going to teach that to her brother Jim, too, before he became lost to the other side.
"Oh!" Holly cried sharply, her small body jerking in the chair. "Oh, you're going to make me come, Miss Poston!"
She sounded shocked, as if it had never occured to her that one woman could make another come.
Sweet, innocent girl!
"Then come, Holly. Come hard!" Chris said, lifting her mouth from the trembling young flesh long enough to speak and to smile warmly.
"I . . . you really want . . . oh, Miss Poston! I've never done this kind of thing before! Honest, I haven't!"
"I have, darling," Chris said softly. "It's all right. It's good. It takes the yearning away. It helps. Lift your sweet pussy against my mouth and let my fluttering tongue tickle it until you come."
"In your mouth?" the girl gasped.
"In my mouth, Holly. I want you to!"
To prove she meant it, she dove down again. She wrapped her hands under the tight, firm buttocks and squeezed them. She let a fingertip play in the soft young crack of Holly's ass.
She spread her lips and opened her mouth and let her tongue flick and flutter against all the pink tissues before her face, between Holly's firm, slim thighs.
The girl moaned and shook. Her honey flowed. She lifted and groaned loudly and shuddered with great spasms of youthful energy.
"Oh, I'm coming, Miss Poston!" she cried softly. "Ahhhh! Oh, I didn't know . . . I didn't know it could be like this between two girls! Ohhhhh, I love it, I love it!"
Her virginal cunt opened wide and spasmed harshly against Chris's lips and tongue. Her tight little buttocks clenched firmly around the fingers dabbling between them, and her heels drummed on the floor. Her tits heaved up and down and were mashed by her own squeezing, pulling fingers.
Chris lifted her head slowly when the storm was over. She smiled sweetly and warmly, her cheeks and lips glistening with the dewy juices Holly had left on them.
"That's just a sample, Holly. If you liked that, then you'll love what I'm going to teach Jim to do. But you've got to promise me again, Holly."
"What, Misa Poston? Oh, anything! I'll promise you anything!"
"I want you to talk to Jim tonight. I want you to tell him I want to see him. Tomorrow. As soon as possible."
"Are you really going to let him fuck you, Miss Poston?"
"Oh, I am, Holly, I am!"
"Can I tell him that?"
"If you think he won't tell anybody. In fact, if he tells Bender or any of the others-anyone at all-then it's all off. Everything's off. Even the beauty I promised you."
"I don't think he'll tell, Miss Poston."
"There's another thing, Holly. I don't want you to let him get any ideas with you. I don't want you spreading this sweet little pussy open to his prick yet. Not just yet."
Holly shivered hotly all over. "All right, Miss Poston."
"Promise?"
"I won't let him fuck me. Not until you say so."
"Not until he's ready."
"Until he's ready," she repeated.
"Has he ever fucked a girl, Holly? Do you think he has?"
"I don't think so, Miss Poston. I'm pretty sure he hasn't, in fact. He jacks off all the time. I can hear him through the wall at night. His bed squeaks, and I can always tell.
He makes me think about it when he does that, and I imagine his stiff prick squirting out all that stuff, and then my pussy gets hot."
She moaned softly and began masturbating again, right before Chris's eyes. Her young hips swiveled and churned in the chair as heat overtook her eager body again.
Chris sat back on her heels and watched. The girl went at it with vigor, if not with too much skill. It made Chris hot just to watch, and she lifted her skirt and shoved her hand into her own panties and felt her sodden pussy again.
Holly opened her eyes and looked. She saw the knuckles of Chris's hand wriggling and bumping inside the panties.
"Oh, let me watch you, Miss Poston!" she cried.
Chris stood up. She pushed her panties down, feeling no modesty or shame. She bared her sweet cunt before the hot little girl and let Holly see what a mature pussy looked like, how it leaked, how it got swollen and red with heat.
Holly stared. She licked her lips. Her fingers flew over her little pussy with renewed vigor.
"I . . . I want . . . " she choked. "Oh, Miss Poston!" she cried, holding out both her arms toward Chris's hips.
Chris's pulse raced. The little doll!
She closed her eyes a moment. Her fingers slid up and down her drenched, flowing gap. She had a flash of memory, recalling the sweetness and thrills with Shirley.
It had been good back then. It would feel very, very good right now. It had been so long since another person had made her come, male or female, either one.
There had been too many times lately with her own fingers.
"Oh, Holly," she cried softly. "You don't have to . . . "
"I want to, Miss Poston! I really do! It felt so good for me! I want it to feel good for you, too! Oh, let me suck your pussy off the way you sucked mine off!"
Chris gave a small cry and stepped between the girl's slim thighs. She leaned forward, her tits thrusting against the satiny material of her blouse.
The little hands went around her hips. The nails dug gently into the firm flesh of her round buttocks. She felt the little puffs of breath against her abdomen, fanning warmly over her dark, damp bush.
"Ohhh, Miss Poston! It smells wonderful!"
The girl pulled. Chris couldn't stop herself. She let her hips swing forward, her pelvis rock. Then her wet bush was panting over the young, eager, sucking lips.
"Ohhhh, Holly!" she cried softly.
"Like this, Miss Poston? Is this the way?"
Her tongue flattened and came up the silky, oil-drenched groove of Chris's gap in a luscious stroke, rippling over the spiked nub of her clit at the end.
"God, yes, Holly!" Chris cried, her eyes popping wide. "Where did you learn to do that? You said you'd never sucked a girl's pussy before!"
"I haven't, Miss Poston. I learned it from you just now." She giggled with pleasure. "You're a good teacher, Miss Poston. A wonderful teacher. I can hardly wait until you've taught Jimmy how to fuck and suck and everything!"
Chris's hips shook. She closed her eyes and felt the wonderful sensations the darting, sweet tongue gave her. She thought of the stiffness of Jim's cock inside her body and how good that would feel, and she knew she wasn't going to last very long.
"Ohhhh, that's marvelous, Holly!"
"You're all wet, Miss Poston!" Holly gasped, pulling back to lick her lips with slurping sounds, like a little kitten after lapping up a saucerful of milk.
"You've made me all wet, Holly-you and Jim-just thinking about Jim, about the three of us, about how wonderful it's all going to be when we're together."
"Together?"
"Yes, dear Holly, yes!"
"Oh! Oh, I can't wait! Oh, hurry and fuck him and teach him, Miss Poston!"
She made eager little cries as she buried her head in Chris's bush again. Her fingers squeezed at the tight buttocks. Her own hips pumped up and down in the chair.
Chris opened her eyes and looked down her body. She saw the red hair shining in the rays of afternoon sunlight coming through the window. Like spun copper! Chris thought.
She saw the little pink tongue dart out and drill into her sodden, swollen gap. She sucked in her breath with the sensation it gave her.
Holly was a quick student, a very bright little girl. She caught on fast. She did it just right, as if she'd been sucking pussy for years instead of minutes.
If she learned to fuck as fast and as well, she was going to be a special kind of dynamite. It made Chris envy the lucky boys who would get to slip their pricks into her tight pussy.
It made her envy Jim.
"Ohhhh, Holly, you're going to make me come!" she gasped after a moment.
"Come, Miss Poston. Come in my mouth, just the way I did in yours! Oh! Oh, my little pussy's on fire!"
Chris took one hand from the back of her chair. She slid it between Holly's slim thighs, squeezing the flesh, feeling her hips jerk up and down as she moaned in approval and searched with her flaming young pussy.
Chris touched the puffy cunt. The nearly bald mound felt strange to her. She was used to the feel of her own lush bush.
Holly's cunt was so tiny! Just like the rest of her. Dainty and petite. Puffy, fresh, warm . . .
Chris found the little nub of the girl's clit. Holly squealed into her cunt and licked and sucked with increased fervor. Her small hips pumped up and down, and her virginal gap flowed with aromatic oils.
Chris's body wrenched with a hard spasm. Jolting shudders thudded through her as she came. She heard the little girl moan again and felt her vaginal mouth spasm with the pulsations of orgasm. She closed her eyes and nearly fainted with pleasure.
It felt so damn good! It had been so damn long!
CHAPTER FOUR
Jim Arland thought he wouldn't be able to wait another minute before he just had to jack off and come so hard he'd paint the ceiling with his cum.
He lay in bed and fingered his stiff cock, keeping the sheet and blanket pulled up around his neck. He looked at the light coming under his door from the hallway and wished his parents would hurry up and get the hell to bed.
His room was dark. He'd gone to bed early, even, just to try to give them the hint.
He remembered the warm, silky sensation of Betty Johnson's hot, wet pussy around his flaming cock, and he gripped it suddenly and slipped his hand up and down the stalk.
He stopped just as quickly. That damn bed! Squeak! Squeak!
He'd nearly drenched the springs with oil earlier tonight, but he still hadn't found that goddamn squeak.
Why don't they go to bed? I'm dying!
He made a circle of thumb and forefinger and very slowly ringed his swollen glans. It felt as if it were on fire!
"Ohhhh," he moaned softly. "I fucked her . . . I actually got my prick all the way up her pussy and let go in there! I came in a girl's cunt!"
He moaned again and rocked his head back on the pillow and jacked his prick again, making the bed squeak.
Fuck the goddamn bed!
It sounded like a good idea, and he rolled over onto his stomach. He buried his prick between the sheets and his stomach and pumped his buttocks up and down.
That was what he'd have done to Betty if she'd been in the bed with him right then.
Fd fuck her like this, he thought. And like this. Ohhh, would I fuck her!
The light was suddenly gone. It came as a subtle difference in his dim room. He lifted his head and made his butt go still. He looked toward the door, and his pulse raced.
Finally!
He lay still a while longer. Sometimes his mother came in and checked on him. Sometimes she didn't. He stayed on his belly until he couldn't stand it any more. Then he rolled over onto his back again, keeping one eye on the door and the covers up around his neck.
Minutes dragged by. He wished she'd come in and get it over with so he could be alone with his thrilling memories of Betty's sucking mouth and fleshy tits and round ass and warm, silky cunt.
His hand moved up and down his cock again as he thought about it all. The bed squeaked. He didn't give a damn. Let it squeak! I want to come!
He was nearly there. His prick throbbed wildly. Then he remembered he'd forgotten to get any Kleenex to catch his load in.
Damn!
Then he laughed nervously. Hell, he'd need the whole box to clean up after this load he had boiling in his balls!
He stretched out but couldn't quite reach the box. Swearing softly over his own dumbness, he sat up in bed and made a sideways lunge for it, toward his desk.
The covers slipped down over his straining cock. He got the box and lifted two out. He looked at his prick in the dim light. He bent over and tried to smell it to see if the aroma of her cunt was still there.
He smelled his right hand. There was a faint, heady trace of her juices on his hand. He smelled again and again, jacking himself with his left hand as he did.
The bed squeaked again. He groaned and settled into it, ready to go at himself in earnest. He squeezed his eyes shut and brought back all the sights, all the memories, all the touches and sensations.
He left out the bad parts, the yelling and belittling comments. He concentrated on the way her tits had felt around his cock, so soft and warm and silky.
He remembered the sweet shock of her tongue lapping along the underside of his prick as her lips and warm wet mouth slid down over him.
He remembered the way he hadn't been able to stop himself from coming, the way he'd hosed and hosed and just let it all go into her drinking, swallowing mouth.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
God, was he ready! He was going to come! Right into her mouth again! Right up her slick pussy! Oh, shit! Not now, Mom!
He gasped and shuddered and shook and felt his whole groin throb wildly as fear shot through him. His hand flew from his cock and he yanked the covers over himself again.
He sat up and stared at the door that was opening slowly and quietly. Crap, did she see me? Oh, crap!
He heard a whisper. "Jimmy?"
He sat up fully and stared at the small dim shape in the doorway. "Holly! What the hell do you want? Get out of here!" he whispered hoarsely.
She closed the door. He heard her hurry across the room, her bare feet whispering over the floor. He could only stare in open-mouthed silence as she clicked on the dim desk lamp.
Her small, budding body was outlined by the light. She wore a turquoise baby doll nightie, and the thing was totally transparent. As she moved, he could see the sharp little cones of her tits and the tight, thrusting pout of her ass.
"Jimmy, guess what?" she whispered, coming toward his bed, standing right there in front of him with the light shining through her nightie and outlining her sweet young body.
"Holly . . . " he groaned, his cock throbbing with terrible pain and frustration now. He had his knees drawn up under the covers so that the straining rod wouldn't show at his lap.
Holly grinned suddenly and looked toward his lap. She reached out with a dainty hand and grabbed a handful of covers and giggled.
"Jesus!" he croaked hoarsely at her.
"I know what you've got under there, Jimmy. I heard you jacking off. Is it big and stiff? Oh, let me see it, Jimmy!"
He flushed all over and went hot and cold. The little nut, didn't she know what kind of shape he was in? Did she come in here to get herself fucked or something?
"What are you talking about, stupid! I wasn't doing anything but trying to sleep!"
"You were too. I heard your bed squeaking through the wall. I know you were jacking off. Oh, let me see it, Jimmy." She looked at him a moment. "If you don't let me see your prick, I won't tell you what Miss Poston and I did today and what she wanted me to tell you about."
"Miss Poston!" he gasped. So she'd squealed to Holly on him! Betty'd been right-she was a cold old fink!
Holly didn't even give him a chance to reply. She grabbed the edge of the covers and yanked them out of his fingers and swept them over his upraised knees. His cock thrust up from his lap like a short, bobbing leg.
"Ohhhhh, Jimmy!" Holly gasped softly.
"Aw, shit, Holly!" he wailed in a hoarse whisper. "What are you trying to do to me?
You'd better get out of here before Mom comes in, or before you get me doing something we'll both be sorry for."
She looked at him with a curiously dreamy and heated expression.
"Like what, Jimmy?"
He grinned nervously. "This thing's loaded, Holly. Loaded for bear. See it tremble? It was just about to go off when you came in and messed things up."
"I didn't mean to mess things up, Jimmy. Oh, I want to watch it go off again. Let me watch, Jimmy."
"What do you mean, again?"
"I saw you one night. Ooooh, you made me hot!"
He licked his lips and went hot all over himself, and his cock throbbed. Now that the shock of her discovery of him had worn off, he didn't mind having her look at his prick.
In fact, he started looking right at her pussy. "Hey, you owe me, Holly. You come in here and grab the covers off my hard prick and stare at it, but you don't let me see your pussy and tits. That isn't fair."
She giggled heatedly. "You can see them, Jimmy. All you ever had to do was ask."
"I'm asking," he gulped, feeling his armpits tingle.
Holly stood back slightly from the bed. She reached down and curled the tips of her fingers under the gauzy hem of her nightie. She lifted it up slowly.
"Shit, no panties!" Jim croaked.
He watched the slim lines of her young thighs appear. They swelled upward and flowed into narrow hips, met at the center of her body and marked the sweet vee of her crotch and nearly bald pussy.
He stared through the dim lighting at the puffiness of her dainty cunt and the hint of russet pubes around it.
"God . . . " he whispered softly.
His sister didn't have Betty's build, that was for sure. Her ass was small and tight, instead of big and broad and solid like Betty's. Her bush almost didn't exist.
Her cunt lips were small and puffy and tender looking, instead of juicy and kind of slobbering. And her tits were hardly bigger than his, only a lot sharper and more pointed. But Herb Lowry had tits that big. The guys kidded him every time he took a shower with them after gym. Only Herb's nipples weren't pink and exciting like Holly's. Jim didn't want to suck on Herb's tits, but he could nearly taste the sweetness of Holly's in his mouth right now.
"Jesus, Holly . . . " he gasped softly.
"You like me, Jimmy?" she whispered sex-ily, letting her nightie fall to the floor in a soft puddle. "Would you like to fuck me?"
"Holly!" he gasped. "What are you talking about! You're ray sister! A guy can't go around fucking his sister!"
"That's not what Miss Poston says, Jimmy," she giggled, reaching up to play with her bouncy, rubbery little tits.
"She what?"
"Oh, Jimmy, that's what I came in to tell you! Hey, I've got lots to tell you!"
"Well, tell me, for Christ's sake!" he cried.
"You'll never believe it," she said, running her dainty hands up and down her body, noticing the way his blue eyes watched every move she made and the way his breath sucked in when she cupped her pussy and slid her middle finger up her gap.
"Miss Poston said she wants me to fuck you?" Jimmy asked incredulously.
"Uh-huh," Holly moaned.
He reached out for her hips. "Oh God, come here, Holly! I'm ready, I'm ready!"
She backed away out of his grasp. "Not yet, Jimmy."
"What do you mean, not yet?"
"She wants to teach you how to fuck first."
Jim's head nearly came off. He shook it and blinked, certain that he hadn't heard her right. He squinted at her then. Another Betty in the making. She had to be.
"Bullshit," he said. "Holly, what the hell have you been smoking tonight?"
"I don't smoke anything, Jimmy, and you know it," she said angrily. "Do you want to hear what happened, or not? I was going to let you suck my pussy off, but if you're going to be this way, I'm going back to my room and do it with my fingers again. And you can lie in here in your squeaky old bed and jack that thing right off, I don't care!"
He looked at her. She was furious. That wasn't faked. Maybe the rest of it wasn't either. He looked at her sweet little pussy and licked his lips and remembered the satiny texture and aroma of Betty's cunt. He wanted that again.
"Okay, okay," he said placatingly. "Come on, Holly. Sit here on the bed and start againfrom the beginning, huh?"
She came over and sat beside him. She put one knee up on the bed next to his hip and left the other foot on the floor. Her little pussy was spread wide open.
Jim leaned over on his elbow so he could stare right into her crotch. He saw the puffy little lips and all the pinkness of her cunt, and his prick throbbed and throbbed.
Holly dabbled a fingertip in her gap. She kept the tissues pink and bloated. They began to glisten with her young honey, and they made sucking sounds against her fingertip.
"I'd made up my mind, Jimmy," she said. "I wanted a prick inside me so badly that I'd decided I was going to do it. I mean, that Mr. Jenkins was going to do it."
"Mr. Jenkins! Shit, what makes you think he'd fuck you?"
"He fucks any girl who comes to his office and asks for it, dummy. Don't you know anything?"
"He does?" Jim croaked, his cock throbbing again. He thought back over the way the girls always crowded around the front of the room after his class, fawning over him. Now he understood that they were after more than just another close look at him.
"Anyway," Holly went on, "Miss Poston came in and took me into her office and sat me down and started on the most fantastic lecture I've ever heard. I thought I was going to piss my panties!"
"What'd she say?" Jim asked, licking his lips, his eyes never leaving his sister's body. He looked at her sharp little tits and his eyes went over the pink nipples again and again. He kept looking at her sweet pussy and the way her butt cheeks swept up tightly and made little rounds of firm flesh against his sheet.
"She didn't ask, Jimmy, she told me why I was in there looking for Mr. Jenkins. She knew I wanted him to fuck me and pop my cherry. God, it was almost spooky!"
Jim's pulse pounded again. Shit, she was still a virgin! He peered closer, trying to see inside her cunt to see what a cherry looked like.
"Anyway, she started feeling me up and getting me so hot I didn't care whether it was her or Mr. Jenkins or who it was doing it, just as long as I came."
"She did what?" Jim cried, his cock nearly exploding. "Ohhh, Jesus, don't tell me she's a Lez!"
"No, no, she's not!" Holly cried quickly. "Listen, you've got to promise not to tell anyone, Jimmy. I mean anyone. Not Tom Bender, not anybody. If you breathe a word, Jimmy, it's all off. That's what she said. It's all off."
"What's all off?"
"She likes you, Jimmy. She likes you lots. She wants to fuck you."
"Shit!" he cried with disbelief.
Holly made an X over her left tit. "Cross my heart, Jimmy. She wants you to go see her tomorrow. She wants to teach you how to fuck. Then she wants you to be the one to pop my cherry and teach me how to fuck. Oh, Jimmy . . . don't tell anyone. Don't make her call it all off," Holly moaned, bending forward suddenly to wrap her dainty arms around his neck and hug him tightly.
Jim was stunned. Her tight little tits pressed against his cheek. He smelled the sweetness rising headily from her wet, open pussy. The thought was staggering to him.
His teacher wanted to fuck him. And she wanted him to pop his own little sister open. He couldn't believe it. His prick weaved and pounded and bobbed.
"She wants me to fuck you?" he asked dumbly.
"Uh-huh. She says you're sweet and innocent and good. She says Mr. Jenkins is shitty, just out for a piece of ass. And so are all the other guys, like Bender. She doesn't want you to get like them. She wants you to stay the way you are. I told her I thought you were a dumb clob, and she didn't like that at all."
"Thanks a lot," Jim said.
She mussed his hair affectionately. "Oh, you know what I meant. You just aren't smooth and cool like the other guys. But that's what she likes about you, Jimmy," Holly said tenderly. "And after listening to her, that's what I like about you too. That's why I want . . . oh, Jimmy, don't tell anybody. Don't ruin it."
He lifted his "j ze from her pussy for the first time and lojted into her blue eyes. Her copper hair nearly hid one of them, making a shiny curtain over it.
"Holly, you mean . . . you mean you want me to . . . be the one to pop your cherry? Me? Clumsy, boyish, dumb old me?"
"Yes, Jimmy," she whispered softly. She leaned forward and kissed him sweetly and pulled back again, her eyes shining.
"Ohhhh, Jesus," he groaned, taking her in his arms. Her body was light and slim, not at all like Betty's. "Let's do it, Holly," he said heatedly. "I'm ready. God, am I ready to fuck your sweet little pussy!"
He started pressing her to the bed, swinging her body around so that both her legs were on it and she was on her back. His prick pressed against the side of her slim hip and throbbed wildly, leaving a string of his seeping oils on her creamy flesh.
"Jimmy, no! Not now!" she cried. "Not yet! I promised her you wouldn't get to do it yet!"
"Why not?" he cried. "I'm ready! Feel my prick! I know you're ready, because I saw your pussy leaking all over."
"She wants to teach you how, Jimmy," Holly repeated.
"I already know how, Holly. I fucked Betty Johnson today!"
"Jimmy! You what?"
"Up in the girls' room. I fucked her. Ohhh, I can still feel her warm, slick pussy all around my prick. God! And she sucked me off, tooright in her mouth. She drank it all down, every drop, and I bet it was nearly a gallon by the time she'd gotten through messing around with me!"
"Oh, Jimmy!" Holly cried, a note of sadness in her tone.
"What's the matter with that?" he asked defensively. "You nearly got punched open by Mr. Jenkins today, didn't you? Well, what's the difference?"
"I told her you were a virgin, Jimmy." She looked at him seriously for a moment. "Do you really know how to fuck, Jimmy? I mean, really? We wouldn't have to have her help us, would we? If you know how to do it right? Do you, Jimmy? Tell me the truth?"
She gasped slightly, and her breathing was shallow and swift. Her eyes were pleading for the truth. He looked at her and knew that he could fuck her cherry out of her right this moment.
All he had to do was lie.
He glanced away. "I . . . I guess it didn't work out too well," he said softly. "In fact, she kept calling me a kid. And she got mad as hell because I came too fast all the time. Well, shit. I couldn't help it. It was my first piece of ass, Holly."
"Don't say that, Jimmy. Don't ever let Miss Poston hear you say that-piece of ass. She hates it. That's what she was talking about when she sucked me off. She said that's all the guys want, a piece of ass. Except you. She thinks you're different, Jimmy . . . something special."
He looked at her a long moment. "I think Miss Poston is something special too, Holly. I really do. Shit, I thought that's how a guy was supposed to act-like Bender. He gets all the fucking he wants, and I've never gotten any. Until today. And it wasn't very good."
"You're going to get all you want, Jimmy," she promised softly. "As soon as Miss Poston teaches you how." She breathed deeply, arched her small tits up and put her hand on his stomach, close to the tip of his throbbing prick. "Jimmy, I'm hot," she said huskily.
"Oh God, Holly, me too," he moaned, glancing down at the prick that pulsed so near her dainty fingers. "I wish we could fuck right now. I know!" he cried suddenly, sitting up. "Roll over, Holly."
Holly looked at him and giggled, not knowing why he wanted her to, but willing to do anything he asked just now, except betray her promise to Miss Poston.
She giggled again and flopped onto her stomach beside him on the narrow bed. She looked up at him and grinned, wriggling her hips and little ass with a spasm of pleasure.
"What are you going to do, Jimmy?"
"Miss Poston didn't say anything about fucking your ass, did she? I mean, it was just your cherry she didn't want me to pop yet, wasn't it?"
"My ass!" Holly cried, clenching her butt cheeks together tightly. Jim ran his hands over the smooth, hard spheres, teasing at her deep crack with the tips of his fingers and making her shiver.
"That's why Betty took me up to the girls' room," he said. "She wanted me to fuck her in the ass. God, I didn't think girls liked it there, but they sure must, if Betty wanted it done to her."
"Did you do it?" Holly asked with excited bewilderment. "Ohhh, I'd think that would hurt!"
"That's what I thought, too. But that's what she wanted."
"You said she sucked your prick off, and then you fucked her in the pussy."
"Yeah, well . . . all that just kind of happened. She was sitting down on my prick, trying to get it up her ass, when it went into her cunt and made me shoot my wad. That's when she really got pissed off at my leaving her so hot."
"Ohhh, Jimmy . . . should we try it? I don't think Miss Poston would care about that. But I don't see how that big prick could possibly get in my asshole without just tearing me apart, do you?"
"Well, it's gotta be slick. That's why Betty put it in her cunt-to get it all coated with pussy juice. But if I can't put it in your cunt, then . . . "
Holly rolled slightly. Jim was on his side. His dick prodded at her hip. When she rolled, it poked into her tummy. She reached down with her hand and held it and looked at it with glassy eyes.
"Ohhh, it's so big, Jimmy. But I'm so hot!"
"I know," he said. "Suck it. That'll get it wet. Then I can fuck it up your sweet little ass and make you come with me!"
Holly giggled hotly and caressed his straining prick with her fingers, pulling and sliding her hand along the solid shaft.
"Ohhh, take it easy, Sis," he laughed nervously.
"Are you ready to come?"
"It won't take much. I was just going to blast my wad when you came in."
"You won't come if I suck on it a little, will you?"
He remembered his time with Betty and the promises given to her. "I'll try not to, Holly. But I can't promise."
"Well . . . " she said dubiously.
She looked at his cock and watched the velvety, red glans pulse and swell and leak oil from the big eye. She fingered the shaft and held his balls and experimented with touching all of him.
"C-Come on and do something quick," Jim groaned.
He rolled onto his back and lifted his hips up and down, half pumping them, making his prick slide in her hand. She bent over his lap.
Her little tits jutted down, and he cupped one of them and played with it, causing her to make tiny sounds of pleasure.
She came close. Her hair tickled his inner thighs. She sniffed at his prick and held it erect. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked just the tip of his cock. Some of his oil got into her mouth, and she drew back and made a face.
"It tastes funny!" she cried.
"Oh, do that again!" Jim cried, his hips bucking, his cock pounding in her little hand.
Holly came close again. She licked his glans once more. It didn't taste as funny this time. She opened her mouth and put her lips around his cockhead, letting her saliva get all over him.
Jim groaned with the wet warmth surrounding the head of his flaming, pulsing prick. His balls were boiling. He knew he could come in a second if she kept it up.
But he didn't want to do that. He'd fucked up that way once today. Once was enough. Besides, if he came in her face, she might not like his slippery, strong cum, and then that would be the end of things before they even got started.
He gritted his teeth. He tried to think of something besides how wonderful her warm mouth felt on the head of his cock. It kind of worked, for a while.
"Ohhhhh, that's enough, Holly!" he gasped suddenly. "Stop!"
Holly jerked her head back. She stared at his prickhead with wide eyes, as if waiting to see that stuff spurt out the hole. She drew back farther, unsure if it would hose into her face or not. She didn't know how far the stuff spurted.
"It's all wet, Jimmy," she said heatedly. "Stick it up my ass now, before it dries. Hurry!"
She lay on the bed right beside him, their sides pressing together warmly. She wriggled her hot body and felt the sheet against her tender pink nipples. She pressed her pussy against the bed and made tiny fucking movements.
Jim moved until he was over her. "Spread your legs, Holly. You got to spread them a little."
He urged them apart with his hands. Again, he felt the round, tight globes of her smooth butt. He looked between them into the shadows of her crack and saw the tiny asshole.
It puckered and pulsed at him, like a little mouth. Beneath it, he saw her slightly parted cunt lips, all puffed up and bloated. The thin crack of her gap was pink-lined inside. The meat glistened in the dim light from her youthful honey.
Her butt and crotch were like a baby's, all smooth and taut and pink and clean. He grabbed the shaft of his prick and started to aim it toward her asshole.
Then he saw that her saliva had nearly dried. Instead of having her suck on his dick again, he dipped forward and pried her tight butt-cheeks apart with his hands.
"Ohhhh, what are you doing. Jimmy?" she cried softly, her asshole pulsing in and out again, more wildly this time.
His breath was warm and moist on her rump. His fingers were thrilling. Her pussy was squirming terribly. She lifted her head and looked around at him over her shoulder, down the line of her arched spine and over the hump of her tight little rump. She saw his big prick bucking and bobbing. She saw his head right next to her ass, felt his breath.
"I'm going to lick your asshole," he said. "That'll get it wet and slick. My prick dried out already."
"I'll suck on it again, Jimmy," she gasped.
"I'm afraid I'll come in your face if you do, Holly."
"Then lick my ass!" she cried.
His tongue came between her cheeks, wet and warm and wriggling, something alive and sexy.
"Ohhhh, Jimmy!" she screeched softly. Jim couldn't stop himself. He felt the pulsing anal ring, smelled the moist aroma wafting up from her virginal pussy just beneath his face, and he licked and licked.
He slobbered. He washed her asshole with his tongue. He made the organ flat and broad and licked up and down her crack. He made his tongue pointed and drilled into her anus with it, writhing it around and around.
"Oh! Oh, God!" Holly moaned.
Her hips pumped up and down. Her pussy pushed against the bed. She lifted her ass back for more and more. Her pussy lips were fluttering wildly, and her cunt was slick and draining, making a thin line of virginal honey on the sheet where it soaked in.
"Oh, Jimmy!" she gasped. "You suck my ass so well! It's just as good as what Miss Poston did to my pussy! Oh, I love it!"
His head jerked up, and his cock throbbed. "She sucked your cunt?" he squeaked.
"I told you, Jimmy! She sucked it off and made me come all over the place. And then I sucked hers and made her come. Oooh, she was wet! It was enough to drink!" She giggled softly. "Don't tell anyone, Jimmy, but that's what I did-I licked up enough of her pussy juice to swallow it. Mmmmm . . . ohhhh, I'm on fire, Jimmy! Fuck me now! Oh, hurry and fuck my ass!"
Jim's head swirled. In all the hours he'd spent staring at Miss Poston and talking to her with his eyes and loving every sweet movement she made, he never once suspected that she would be willing or capable of sucking his little sister's pussy.
Or of really wanting to fuck him. Him!
Holly was writhing and moaning on the bed beneath him. Her knees were bending and straightening as she thrashed her legs and ground her pussy into the bed.
Her tight little ass glistened with his saliva from the wide, covering swoops he'd made with his tongue. Her buttocks were like pink balls that revolved and swirled before his gaze, lifting and falling and moving from side to side.
And her crack . . . her wet, satiny crack . . .
"Ohhhh, Holly . . . " he groaned.
He took his cock in his hand again and aimed the tip against her pulsing asshole. He felt the tiny little mouth suck and pull and nibble erotically at his prickhead.
"Ohhh, push. Push!" she cried.
He pushed.
"Ah! Stop! Jimmy, stop!" she screeched.
It was no use. He couldn't get anywhere. But the nibbling was driving him over the brink. He could feel his balls drawing up and boiling beyond control.
She pushed her hand under her body and grabbed her cunt and massaged it furiously with her fingers, rolling her clit.
Jim saw the tips of her fingers between her thighs, rolling and squeezing and pinching, bruising the petal softness of her pussy lips. He couldn't stand it any more.
He fell forward on her back and jammed his cock into her soft asscrack, so slick now from his licking. He pressed tightly against her little body and mashed her to the bed and blew his pent-up wad all up her butt and her back.
"Yaaaagh!" he grunted hoarsely, flooding her dainty back with his huge load of cum.
Holly was overcome with bliss and passion. She felt the hot, creamy flow against her skin. She felt her little clit shoot against her fingertip and pulse madly as she came. She felt her virginal pussy flutter and flap and squeeze around the emptiness in it.
They writhed and groaned and came hard, both of them. They panted harshly when it was over. But it hadn't been enough for either of them.
"Ohhhh, Jimmy, I want more! I have to come again! Oh, darling, suck off my pussy!"
"Oh, I want to, Holly! I love your sweet little body! It's so clean and wonderful, so tiny and tight and fresh!"
He mopped at her back with the Kleenex, and she purred and hummed at his touch. She rolled over when he was finished and spread her little thighs, opening her pussy to him.
She couldn't stop making her fingers rush over her pussy flesh.
"All that's going to go right up inside me, Jimmy," she said huskily. "Think of that. Think how it will feel when you can come inside me."
"You think of it, Holly. Are you sure you want all my cum in there-all of my big prick?"
"Ohhh, yes! I want it. I want it now."
"Now? Holly, you mean you want me to fuck you after all."
"Not in my pussy, Jimmy."
"Then . . . "
"In my mouth."
"Holly!"
"It's only fair. If you suck on my pussy, then I'll suck on your prick. Oh, give it to me, Jimmy!"
He gasped. He felt his cock throb anew. It hadn't gone down a bit. "I don't know how to suck your pussy, Holly-I mean, so that it'll feel good for you."
"That's all right, Jimmy. I'll teach you. Mm, I can still feel Miss Poston's tongue, the way she did it."
"And I can still feel the way Betty did it to my cock. I'll tell you what to do."
"All right, Jimmy," she said heatedly. "Are you sure you want to."
"Yes! I want to taste it! Come in my mouth, Jimmy!"
"Ohhhh, my God," he groaned.
He spread her thighs. He switched his body around. His prick angled toward her face, and he stared into her sweet, pink cunt.
"Ready, Holly?"
"Ready and willing, sweet brother!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Jim's head dropped between his sister's taut, trim thighs. His curly blond hair tickled the insides of her legs. He sniffed deeply of the honeyed aroma billowing up from her split.
He felt her take hold of his prick and angle it toward her face. He felt her warm, moist breath on his balls.
"I can see your asshole, Jimmy," she said. She put the tip of her finger on it. It pulsed wildly.
"Ohhh, let me spread your pussy lips open, Holly. I want to see your cherry. Can you see it by looking?"
"Sure, silly," she giggled.
She put her own fingers to her puffy young labia, pulled them wide apart and tipped her pelvis. Her meat was pink and bloated and wet. Her vaginal mouth opened and shuddered and opened again.
The pink fringe was there. He was looking right at her fucking cherry!
"I see it!" he cried.
"Lick it, Jimmy!"
He knew what she meant.
He licked at the insides of her tender thighs. She squirmed and moaned and opened them wider for his head. He kissed the sweet flesh, from her groin to the underside of her crotch, rimming her pulsing asshole again.
"Ohhhh, stop teasing and do it, Jimmy!" she cried.
She removed one hand from her pussy and held his prick again. She stared up at the eye of it and saw a drop of cum ooze out, white and thick as cream.
Her hips bucked up and down as he kissed and licked all around her twat but never in it, never on her clit. She flicked out her tongue and licked the drop of cum from his prick-head.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned, his cock throbbing headily in her hand again.
She teased him back, licking at the underside of his fuzzy balls, tickling his butt hole with the tip of her finger. She licked along his stalk and tasted the flavor of it and knew that it was growing on her.
"Now you stop teasing," he moaned happily.
"I don't know what you want me to do."
"I don't know for you, either," he said.
"Lick up and down my gap."
He did, and she moaned and bucked for him and made her vaginal mouth pulse in and out wetly.
"See my clit, Jimmy?"
He tickled the tip of it with his finger. "You mean this little button here?"
"Oh, yes!" she cried sharply, twitching uncontrollably.
"Hey, that really turns you on, Holly?"
"Ohhh, yes!"
"I thought girls liked it in the pussy-like this!"
He licked down her gap. He made a point of his tongue again and drilled into her vaginal orifice. The flavor was sweeter and cleaner than Betty's had been. He loved it. He licked all around her pussy hole, scraping her sweet juices from her flesh with the edge of his tongue.
"Ohhhh, that feela good!" she cried. "But not as good as on your clit."
"Well . . . "
"How about this ? "
He fucked his tongue into her pussy until it bumped up against her cherry. The thought came to him that he could pop her with his tongue instead of his prick, and the idea excited him.
"Oh! Ow!" she gasped, jerking her pelvis back. "Easy, Jimmy! Don't fuck me open with your tongue!"
He pulled up quickly. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Holly, honest I didn't! Hey, I'm sorry," he said, kissing the insides of her thighs again.
She stroked his prick and moved under him softly again. "It's all right, Jimmy. Ohhh, that's nice. Keep doing that-licking all over my pussy. Then when I get real hot and ready to come, suck on my clit."
"Like this, Holly?"
He took the little red nub between his lips and drew on it softly, doing it the way it would have felt good to him if it had been his own prick.
"Eeeee!" Holly cried heatedly. She switched her ass tightly and couldn't help pushing her pussy up into his face. "Like that!" she told him.
He stopped. His prick was throbbing. He loved making her twitch and qniver and throb all over. He loved everything about her tiny, dainty, sweet body.
She wasn't at all like Betty. Betty was the kind you jabbed and poked and rammed against. Her fleshy cunt and ass were firm and strong and slobbery. He wasn't sure which kind of girl he liked better. But he knew instinctively that you had to treat each one differently.
He realized that part of the difference was in the girl, not just her body. Betty was the kind who liked it rough. Holly liked it tender and gentle.
Did Miss Poston like it that way too? Was that why she couldn't stand the cool, suave guys like Bender? The guys who were out for a piece of ass?
A shiver went down his spine, a warm feeling. He felt suddenly happy and wise. He was suddenly glad he was a boyish clod. He felt certain now there were girls for him after all.
He lapped very gently at his sister's trembling little pussy and heard her moan appreciatively in response.
"Ohhhhh, you've got it now, Jimmy. That's wonderful! Ohhhh, I love it! That's just the way Miss Poston did it to me! Oh, I know that's the way she'll want you to suck her cunt too!"
The thought thrilled him beyond reason. He did it and did it, nuzzling her pussy softly, sucking tenderly at her puffy lips, taking one and then the other into his mouth and swirling his tongue softly over them.
"Eeeeee, I'm coming, Jimmy! Suck my clit! My clit!"
Jim swept up to the tight little bud at the top of her cleft. He drew it between his lips and flicked the end of it with the tip of his tongue.
He felt it throb and stretch. He hung onto her hips as she began to toss them and hug his prick to her cheek and moan against his crotch with hot breath.
Her buttocks clenched and shook. Her thighs squeezed and opened and thrashed. Her heels drummed on the bed, and her free arm hugged his back tightly.
There was another instinct that came to him. The moment after she'd started coming, he opened his mouth wide and sucked it down over the whole spasming, shaking, leaking fleshiness of her pussy, letting her blow into his mouth.
"Ahhhh-eeeeee!" she cried.
She gasped over and over. Grunts and squeals tore from her throat as she came and came as if she'd never stop.
Her cunt lips blew out into his warm, sucking mouth and sucked in again. Her vaginal muscles spasmed and fluttered and shook. Her young glands poured sweet honey from the walls of her pussy and drained them into his mouth.
When it was over for her, she gasped and shuddered and gasped again, hanging onto his prick as if onto life itself.
"Ohhh, Jimmy . . . Jimmy!" she moaned. "I love you! God, it's terrible to say to my own brother, but I love you! I want only you to fuck my pussy open for me! Oh, Jimmy . . . "
He hugged her hips tightly, overwhelmed by the joy he'd brought her little body. God, she was sweet! He felt a twinge of guilt for all the years he'd called her a pesty little brat and had treated her the way you were supposed to treat a little sister.
"I love you too, Holly," he said softly.
"I want to suck your prick for you now, Jimmy. Oh, I want to! Tell me what to do. Show me how!"
He wanted it. But he hated to let go of her. He nuzzled his face into the softness of her belly and thighs and crotch again, and then he switched around and came up beside her, kissing the tight, sharp cone of one tit and playing with the other one.
"I think it would be best if I were on my back, Holly," he said.
She smiled at him and put her hand on his chest and pushed him down. "You just tell me, Jimmy, and I'll do it."
He spread his thighs apart. His prick angled up from his belly rigidly, throbbing and bobbing. He didn't have to tell her to get between his legs.
He didn't have to tell her to take his prick in her slim fingers, either, or to wet her lips. She sat on her little tight butt and looked down at his cock.
The head was alive. It pulsed and glowed in the circle of her fingers. She dipped forward and put her lips to it in a soft kiss. She tasted his flavor and felt the fleshy, velvety knob swell against her lips as if returning her kissing.
"Ohhh, Holly . . . " he moaned.
She raised up and smiled down softly. She began sliding her fist up and down his shaft, toying with the cockhead, then running her dainty circle of fingers back down to the root.
"Ohhhhhh, what are you doing, you little tease?" he moaned.
"I'm jacking you off, Jimmy. I've never jacked off a prick before. I just wondered what it would feel like to have it slide through my fingers this way."
"God, it feels good," he choked.
"I meant for me-what it would feel like if I were a boy with a hot, stiff prick I wanted to jack off."
"I know what you mean," he grinned.
She took his hand and scooted forward between his legs, sitting on her butt now, lifting one slim thigh over his so that her cunt was open to his fingers.
She put his hand on her pussy. "Put your fingers here-this way. Oh, there-there, Jimmy, yes! Now move them around. Stroke my clit as if it were a little prick."
"Like this?"
"Ohhhh, yes!" she gasped. "There-that's what it feels like to my fingers when I masturbate. That's the way you'd do it if you were a girl and had a hot, slippery, wet little pussy."
They masturbated each other for a hot, slippery, thrilling time. Then Jim lifted his hips and squeezed her around the butt with his thighs.
"Ohhh, I can't take much more if it, Holly!" he gasped. "You're going to jack me right off if you don't stop. But I want you to suck it. Oh, please suck my prick!"
She removed her hand quickly. "Yes. I want to, Jimmy!"
She tried to bend forward enough to suck his cock and yet still have his fingers dabbling in her pussy, but she couldn't make it. Reluctantly, she gave up her position and settled between his thighs again.
She took his cock in one hand and held it erect. She licked her lips again and again, feeling her pulse race as she thought about all his cream spurting and foaming into her mouth.
It had tasted kind of funny. She could stand little dabs of it. But what about two ballfuls?
She moaned and put her dainty hand between her thighs and kept masturbating her pussy. She bent forward and opened her mouth. She licked his cock again and felt it pulse under her tongue.
"Oh, tell me what to do, Jimmy!" she gasped heatedly.
"Make your lips soft and round, Holly. Then suck on it. Ohhhh, yes! So warm! Your mouth is so warm and wet and slippery! Oh, roll my cock around with your tongue!"
She pushed her lips down over the velvety head. She tested the sponginess of his glans with gentle pressure from her lips. It felt good to suck his cock.
She rolled the end of her tongue around and around the soft, throbbing meat. Jim groaned and bucked upward and put his hand gently to the back of her head.
He glanced down at her and saw the end of his prick between her soft lips. He saw her tight, cone-shaped little tits thrusting downward from her chest.
He saw the way her waist pinched and flared again to rounded hips and firm buttocks. She moved them back and forth, and he saw her hand between her thighs and knew she was rolling her little clit with her fingers and playing all through her pink pussy meat with them while she sucked on his prick.
"Ohhhh, God!" he cried softly.
"Am I doing it right, Jimmy?" she asked, one hand still swirling over her pussy, her other hand rolling over his prick.
"Use your tongue more, Holly," he gasped. "Run it down the underside of my prick and wriggle it, right there under the head."
She slipped her mouth down over his prick again, taking more of his length into her warmth. She pushed her tongue down. She felt the wrinkled area and the sudden magical swelling of his cockhead and knew she had the right place.
She swirled her tongue over it and sucked with her mouth and gasped through her nostrils as her own pussy began fluttering and steaming to match his passion.
"Ah! Ahg!" he cried with a tight sound. "That's it! God, that's wonderful! Holly! Ohh, Holly . . . "
She did it harder. Her hand jacked up and down his stalk as she sucked. She rotated her head and bobbed it, all the while keeping her pink little tongue busy on the most sensitive part of him.
His prick danced and shook and trembled and swelled repeatedly in her mouth. It was thrilling to feel. It was thrilling to know how much pleasure she was giving him.
Her fingers slipped into her vaginal mouth. She felt her cherry and flinched from the pain. But it was a good pain. It increased her excitement.
Her butt shook back and forth. She was nearing another climax. The thought that she would come with him thrilled her and brought her even closer.
She sucked and drew and felt his prick tremble threateningly, and she readied herself for the great unknown sensation to come.
"Ahhhh, I'm coming, Holly!" he cried softly. "Don't stop! Keep doing that! Ohhhh, I can see you playing with your pussy at the same time. Oh, come with me, Holly! Come! God
He lifted and shuddered. He seemed suspended in air for a moment. Then his cock exploded just as her lips were as far down on his stalk as she could get them and her tongue was drawing back up the underside strongly.
She drew the sperm right up through his prick and into her mouth. It was like sucking on a fat straw.
He roared with a tight sound, trying to keep his voice down. He didn't do too well. His cock swelled grandly and danced at the back of her throat, and hot slippery cream gushed into her mouth and filled her senses with a burst of flavor and texture.
She groaned and began swallowing rapidly, just as fast as he poured his load into her mouth. When she knew everything was going to work all right, her senses began spinning out of control.
"Nnnnnnnn!" she cried in the back of her throat.
Her ass shook and shuddered. Her pussy swelled open and sucked in repeatedly under her fingers, and she came and came.
Her head tossed about his prick. She refused to let go until he'd come all the way in her mouth. He yelled again and again. The cords in his neck stood out as he strained toward her face and shot every drop of his huge load into her swallowing, sucking mouth.
Her hair tangled over his thighs like coppery silk. She drank and drank from his prick and leaked out her pussy all over her fingers and onto his sheets.
"Ohhhh, Jimmy!" she cried finally, taking her lips from his prick long after there was no more cream to suck up from it.
She dropped forward and hugged his lips, and his cock thudded against the side of her face. She stretched her legs out behind her and ground her pussy into the sheet, still tingling all over from her violent orgasm.
"I did it, Jimmy! I sucked off your prick!"
"Ohhhhhhh, it was wonderful, Holly!" he groaned, holding her, caressing her again and again.
"Was I better than Betty Johnson?"
"No comparison, Holly. None at all! You were wonderful! God, I can't wait to fuck you!"
"You just did, Jimmy," she gasped, lifting her head to look at him, to kiss his stomach and worm her little body up his until their lips were together in a passionate kiss.
"You did fuck me. You fucked me in the mouth, sweet brother. And it was wonderful!"
"God!" he gasped huskily, his eyes hot and bright.
"Oh, Jimmy, you've cherried my mouth. And you're going to cherry my ass and then my pussy! God, you're going to fuck all my cherries and make me love fucking, Jimmy!"
He hugged her and rocked her back and forth on top of him. Her sharp little tits punched into his chest, and he kissed her lips over and over. He could taste himself on her tongue, but it was thrilling this time, not the way it had been with Betty.
"Ohhhh, my sweet little sister," he moaned. "I take back all the shitty things I used to say about you. You're wonderful, Holly."
"So are you, you big clod," she giggled.
She wriggled her rump. His hands went to it and held it tightly. He squeezed the firm balls and indented them with the ends of his fingers.
"Feel my prick, Holly? It's still hard? God, I can't believe it! Two big comes, and I'm ready for more!"
"Were you that way with Betty, Jimmy?"
"Hell no. That's what pissed her off. As soon as I shot up her cunt, my dick just gave up. I don't know why. I guess it was the way she was yelling at me all the time, calling me a dumb kid."
"I'm not doing that," she said softly. "I think you're a wonderful kid."
He spanked her butt playfully and chuckled with her and rocked her back and forth again, hugging her small body to him. Suddenly, her thighs moved just right, and the length of his prick lay in her wet, silky pussy gap.
They stopped giggling and looked at each other with sudden seriousness and renewed passion.
"Jimmy . . . " she whispered.
"Ohhh, God, Holly. It's so slick and soft and warm."
"Jimmy!" she gasped, hugging him tightly again.
"Oh, don't move like that, Holly!"
"I can't help it! I can feel your big stiff prick in my slit! Ohhhh, it's rubbing against my clit and making me hot again! Oh, Jimmy, I want you to fuck me so much!"
He sucked in his breath quickly. His cock throbbed and pulsed. Her tight, slippery gap moved up and down the stiff length of it, sliding along the sensitive bottom parts.
Her pussy lips seemed to enfold his prick. The heat and moistness were unbelievable. He knew all he had to do was tip his pelvis down and angle his prick just right, and the tip would be in her vaginal mouth. A shove up, and his whole cock would be surrounded by her silky, virginal pussy walls.
"Ohhhh, we can't, Holly!" he gasped. "Remember what Miss Poston said?"
"Oh, I don't care any more!"
"I do, Holly! I don't want to hurt you. I don't want anything to go wrong. I want her to teach me how to do it right so that it'll be wonderful for you!"
"But I want your prick inside me, Jimmy! I want to come again, and I want you fucking me!"
"We're fucking now," he gasped, moving his hips gently, making his prick fuck up and down her slippery gap and bump over her sensitive clit.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped.
She clung to him. Her hips were going wild, rocking and rolling and pumping on top of his body.
She felt the way her cunt lips puffed out around his shaft. She felt the way her clit tip rippled along the big veins and bumps. She arched her pelvis and felt her vaginal mouth suck and kiss all around the root of his prick as her moisture bathed his balls.
She tightened her grip and hunched up along his body slightly so that her pussy mouth moved higher on his prick.
"Holly-no!" he gasped, fucking against her harder.
"Oh, Jimmy, I can't stand it! I want your prick inside me!"
"No, no!" he cried, squeezing her asscheeks tightly with his hands.
It didn't help much. She could still move them. He loved the feel of her weaving, trembling ass under his hands. He loved the slip-periness against the head of his prick.
There was only an inch between his spearing, pulsing cockhead and her pussy mouth.
She hunched up again, and it was there. It was there!
"Ohhhh, Jimmy!" she squeaked tightly. "It's there, Jimmy! Push! Fuck it into me, I don't care any more!"
His senses spun. He couldn't keep control of them. His prick throbbed and bucked. The glans swam in the muscular, soft wetness of her virginal cunt mouth.
He didn't do it. He could have sworn he didn't. She must have.
"Ahhhh!" she half screamed.
Jim jerked his butt down, making it sink into the mattress, making his cockhead withdraw from the silken haven it had tasted.
"Oh, Holly!" he cried. "We didn't, we didn't!"
"Oh! Oh, it hurt!"
"Goddamn! Did I pop it?" he cried.
She gasped and gasped, little moans of pain mixed in with the sounds. She lifted up, standing on her knees. She looked down at her pussy, flexing her thighs apart.
"I don't see any blood, Jimmy, do you?" she asked, a worried frown wrinkling her pretty face.
He stared. Her lips were puffed out unbelievably. Gleaming pussy juice coated the labia and her inner thighs.
"I can't tell, Holly. Oh, God, I hope not!"
She scooted up his body, straddling him with her knees, and pushed her pussy toward his face, spreading her cunt lips wide with the tips of her fingers.
"Oh, look inside, Jimmy. Can you see it? Is it still there?"
Her vaginal mouth was pink and rubbery. He licked his lips at the beauty of it. He gazed up inside her cunt hole and saw the pink fringe, still there.
"I see your cherry!" he cried happily. He kissed her right on her cunt hole, Frenching her gently with the tip of his tongue and making her moan with pleasure.
"Ohhhh, we're safe, Holly!" he cried happily. He hugged her hips against his face. "God, that was close!"
"Oh, I know, Jimmy, I know. Boy, waa it!"
"I thought you didn't care."
"I do now. But I sure didn't then. Oh, Jimmy, thank you!"
She kissed him fully on the mouth and let her body slide down his again. She made her pussy reposition itself over his prick, just as it had been before.
"You're tempting fate, Holly," he said.
"Huh-uh," she grinned. "I'm tempting you, sweet brother." She moved her ass again, and her pussy gap slid along his prick. It seemed hotter and wetter than before.
"That's dumb," he said huskily. "Tempting me."
"I don't think so, Jimmy," she said softly, tenderly. "Miss Poston didn't think so."
"Holly . . . "
"Yes . . . "
"Oh, you're doing it again."
"I know . . . " she breathed, hunching up along his body.
They were ver ' still, then she moved slowly. He drew in his breath and could feel every sweet, slippery inch of her succulent gap slide along his prick. The head pulsed and searched in the wet warmth until he thought it would erupt.
"There . . . " she gasped softly.
"Yes, there! Oh, it's there again!"
"I feel it! Oh, Jimmy! Your cockhead's right at my pussy mouth!"
"Careful! Don't fuck!"
"I want to fuck!"
"Holly . . . "
"Up and down! Oh, Jimmy, just the tip! Ah, yes . . . there! The tip! Just the tip's inside me! Oh, I can squeeze around it! Oh, that feels so wonderful! I want it all inside me!"
"No, Holly!"
She laughed with a heated sound, a bubble of extreme passion. "I won't push if you won't, Jimmy!"
"I won't. Ohhhh, God! You're pussy's so soft and warm and slippery! I can feel you squeezing me! Oh, it would be so easy to fuck up and do it-just shove it into your steaming hot cunt!"
"No, Jimmy . . . " she said huskily, her voice a tremor of utter passion. "Just the tip!"
"I know, I know!" He sucked in his breath. "Don't move. Let me move, Holly...."
She held her breath. She clung to him and shivered. Her thighs trembled, and her ass shook tautly under his hands.
She felt his cockhead come into her pussy. It stretched the tight, virginal mouth. It made her pussy muscle quiver open. It made her succulent tissues jump and shake. It made her virginal cunt juices flow and stream and bathe his prickhead.
"Oh!" she squeaked suddenly.
"Yes, I can feel it!" he gasped. "It's right there! I can feel my prick right at your cherry. Does it hurt, Holly? I don't want to hurt you."
"No-oh, go back, Jimmy. Fuck it back out and come into me again! I love the way it makes my tight pussy stretch open!"
He did, very gently and very carefully.
Her tissues shook all around his sensitive cockhead. She grew impossibly slippery inside. He pulled her up his body another inch, feeling her pointed tits drill into his chest and spike at his own nipples.
"There," he said, tipping his pelvis nearly as far as it would go. "Now I can fuck up into you without hitting your cherry."
"Ohhhhhh, yes!" she moaned happily, hugging him, running her lips over his cheek and chin and onto his mouth. "Oh, fuck me now, Jimmy! Fuck my pussy mouth with the smooth, wonderful tip of your prick and let's come together."
"I'll come in you, Holly. Do you want me to come in you."
"Yes!"
"What if you get pregnant?"
"I won't, Jimmy, I won't! I haven't even started bleeding yet!"
"Jesus!" he croaked.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me!"
He rocked under her. She yipped once, and then he knew just how far he could rock upward. She squeezed her thighs together and made a slippery, juice-lined softness for the rest of his cock.
She moaned and rocked on top of him, fucking back. They breathed faster and faster.
"I love it, I love it!" she cried happily. "Oh, I love the feel of your velvety, slick prickhead coming into my pussy!"
"And I love your cunt! God, Holly, it's driving me wild! So soft! So slick! So tight and squeezy!"
"Oh, fuck it all into me, Jimmy!" she cried suddenly, trying to hunch down him again.
He held her ass tightly. "No! No!"
"I'm coming, Jimmy! God, I'm coming all around your prick! Oh, just the tip! The tip's in me, and I'm coming around it! Ahhhhhgh! Now-now!"
She ground and squirmed against his body, mashing her tits into his chest, crushing her lips against his. Her buttocks tightened and clenched and shook in his hands, and her pussy mouth spasmed around his cockhead and tried to suck it up inside her flowing, quaking virginal cunt.
"Yahhhh, Holly!" Jim cried.
He tipped up and sank his cockhead into her tight, sucking cunt mouth as far as he dared go.
His prick shook and throbbed and then exploded, sending jet after jet of his young sperm into her virginal twat.
Slick! Tight! Hotter than Betty Johnson's cunt could ever possibly be.
His charge of sperm made a flood of juices in the mouth of her pussy. His prickhead swam through them and seemed to be floating on a sea of slippery oils.
His balls pumped and pumped, and he hugged her slim body tightly to him. He could have fucked all the way up inside her cunt. All he had to do was jam himself in a little more. But that would have been betraying her -and Miss Poston too. And he'd already betrayed Miss Poston once today.
Besides, as sweet as his little sister had become to him, he had dreamed of fucking Miss Poston far too long to screw it up at this point.
CHAPTER SIX
The beautiful, arrogant bastard was actually blocking her office doorway this time. He stood there and grinned at her, and it was clear he wasn't going to let her through until she'd given in and agreed to date him.
Or so he thought.
"Burt, I'm going to be late for my class,"
Chris said, making her voice reasonable. She was holding her books and notes in ner arms as she stood just inside her office doorway.
"All you have to say is yes, Chris," Burt Jenkins grinned. "Just yes. That's all." He smiled at her winningly. "And all it obligates you to is a good dinner."
"Plus what?" she asked levelly, keeping her distance from him.
His eyes twinkled as they ran up and down her slim, beautiful body, encased in a gold top and a bronze skirt. Her raven hair was like jet as it framed her face.
"Plus whatever you want," he said softly.
"That's what I was afraid of."
"Afraid of, Chris? What an odd thing to say. Tell me, what are you afraid of? Me?"
"That's conceited."
He laughed softly and shook his head. "Boy, I don't know. You're a tough one to figure out. You've just about got me stumped."
"Good. Now, will you let me through so I can get to my class before I'm late?"
He took his arm from the door frame, but he didn't get out of her way. She looked at him. She felt as if he were making her run a gantlet.
She shivered slightly. It was difficult to hate him. In truth, she'd never really hated him. He was nice enough. But she knew his kind, knew what he was after from her.
She started forward, then stopped and looked at him again. He hadn't made a move. But she wasn't really close enough yet. Would he grab her? Would he really do that?
"Please, Chris," he said very softly. "Tonight. Just dinner. Then you can go right home or wherever you want to."
"You always leave it open, don't you Burt. Not just home. But a chance to change my mind."
"Women do that, I hear," he grinned.
"Hasn't it occurred to you yet that I'm not going to change my mind?"
He scratched his head and grinned. "That thought has been nudging me a little, yes. But there's always a chance-isn't there?"
"No," she said flatly.
He sighed heavily and half turned away from her, shaking his head, laughing softly. "All right, all right, Chris. I give up. I really give up this time. You win. I won't ask you again."
"For a week, anyway," she said quietly. She couldn't keep from grinning just a little.
He glanced back at her and caught it and grinned with her. "Yeah, for a week, maybe."
She started through the doorway again. To her surprise-or maybe not really-he reached out and took her in his arms quickly. His lips came against hers before she could even register enough shock to turn her head to the side.
"No, Burt!" she cried against his mouth, trying to pull back.
Her spine arched. Her firm-tipped tits pushed against his chest. The circle of his arms was strong and unyielding. She felt his leg push between hers.
She didn't know if it was an accident of their struggle or whether he'd planned it, but one of his thighs became wedged between hers and pressed up against her pussy with shocking sensuality.
That wasn't all. She felt the bulge of his prick and balls against her own thigh. His cock seemed to grow while they were in contact, as if he were a stud bull with the scent up his nose, immediately ready to fuck her.
They struggled and grappled silently. His kiss was nearly brutal, just the way she'd known it would be. He wasn't gentle with her. He was ready to throw her to the alcove floor and yank up her skirt and ram his big cock into her, just the way he did with the schoolgirls who came into his office wanting to be fucked.
He released her suddenly, and she tore her mouth free. She stood back from him, her butt against the wall, her breasts heaving fitfully against the gold satin of her blouse.
"You arrogant bastard!" she hissed.
He grinned at her and licked his lips. "Take it easy, Chris. That didn't hurt you any."
"What the hell do you imagine you've accomplished by that childish display!"
"Total resistance," he said. "Exactly!"
He shrugged. "Well, I had it anyway, didn't I? Or are you saying I didn't? Did I lose out on something after all, Chris?"
"Why, you . . . " she sputtered.
"Oh, Chris," he said softly, starting toward her. "You're so tight and boxed up inside. Come out with me tonight, please. I'll behave, I promise. I just had to see if what I thought was true, and it was."
"Nothing was true!" she cried.
He laughed softly, and she suddenly realized how silly she sounded. She fumed silently and then spun away from him and stomped out the alcove door into the hallway.
Passing students looked at her curiously, and she made a conscious effort to pull herself together. She had difficulty. He had touched something deep inside her being. He had guessed her desperate need.
But he had also reinforced her determination not to give in to any man like him-any man seeking a piece of her ass.
She knew it for certain when she walked into her classroom and saw Jim Arland. Her gaze fixed onto his curly hair, shining in the sun like yellow fire. She saw the bright blue of his eyes, saw that there was something new and shining in them.
She looked at the sweetness and near devotion on his boyish face, and she knew that she had to have him. She would have chosen him over five men as handsome as Burt Jenkins.
Her pussy seemed to itch and throb all through that period. It didn't matter if she stood or sat or walked around, her cunt throbbed and leaked shamelessly into her panties.
She felt as if there were a puddle between her thighs. She imagined she could even smell the aroma of her juices wafting up from her thighs.
She gazed at Jim Arland all period. She prayed the other students didn't notice, didn't suspect. He gazed back. They spoke with their eyes, and she knew she wouldn't have to tell him to come to her after class.
He sat at his desk after the bell rang. He fumbled with papers and his notebook, pretending last-minute business. He didn't look up when Betty Johnson passed his desk, even though she spoke to him. The look on her face was not kind.
When all the other students were out of the room, he glanced up. Their eyes locked. His face was strangely taut, his expression worried and dubious.
Chris smiled a warm, inviting smile. He smiled back with a gust of breath he'd been holding. He gathered his books and came forward, tripping over a desk like a clumsy boy.
He looked up at her guiltily. Then he saw her expression and knew it didn't matter if he was a clod, and he smiled with sunshine radiance.
He stood before her, his lips quivering, a sweet suspense filling the space between them. She let it hang.
"I talked to Holly yesterday, Jim," she said softly, finally breaking the unbearable magic of the moment. She felt her heart pound rapidly. She felt as if she were a schoolgirl herself again-just as she had with Howard, back then.
"She said . . . " Jim croaked. He cleared his throat and smiled nervously. Cool. Suave as hell. Couldn't even talk right.
"Did she give you my message?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"Did you believe her, Jim?"
He had trouble with his throat again and ended up shaking his head negatively.
"Do you believe now?"
"I . . . I . . . "
"You didn't.. . do anything to her, did you, Jim?"
"Not . . . not what you mean, Miss Poston," he said, his eyes gleaming brightly, his face coloring.
"Other things?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"Good things?"
"Oh, yes!" he blurted. "Wonderful things!"
"You've told no one-no one at all?"
"Oh, no, Miss Poston! I swear it!"
She smiled warmly, her eyes running over his innocent, sweet face again and again. She wanted to take him in her arms. She wanted to press her tits against him fully, just as they had pressed against Burt Jenkins a while ago.
But what a difference there would be. His lips would be gentle and quivering. His prick would rise against her pussy, full and strong, trembling with youthful desire. He would gasp and shake and be as gentle as a butterfly's caress.
And if she put her hand to his prick and stroked it softly, he would gasp and spurt his young load immediately, and she would be glad.
Glad!
Because it would prove his innocence, his youth, his freshness with a woman. And there'd be no recrimination because he came. There would be plenty more vigor, more spurting, more strength in his rigid prick.
The smile left her face suddenly. She pushed through some papers on her desk.
"Jim, your homework hasn't been very good lately. In fact, it seems that you've just been missing out altogether. If you don't do something about it very soon, I'm afraid you're headed for a D this term."
She looked up at him, keeping her face straight.
His adoring smile quivered away. He looked at her, bewildered. "But, I . . . but. . . "
He saw the tiny twinkle in her eye. "Well, maybe you're right, Miss Poston." Then he heard the scrape of shoe leather at the doorway to the classroom. He glanced over quickly and saw Mr. Jenkins standing there, watching and listening.
"I just don't seem to get what's going on any more," he continued.
"Well, that's why I called you up just now. You've done so well so far, it would be a shame to pull in a D at this point. I think you'd better come see me before the test tomorrow."
"The test tomorrow?" he questioned. "Oh! Oh, the test!" He glanced at Mr. Jenkins again and licked his lips. Jenkins was leaning in the doorway, not missing a word.
"Holly's having trouble too," Chris said, pleased that he was catching onto the game quickly enough not to remind her that Holly wasn't even in the class. "By the way, was she sick today? I didn't see her."
"Yeah . . . uh . . . no, she had to go to the dentist."
"Oh. Well, I think you'd both better come to my apartment tonight, and let's see if we can't iron out this problem the two of you are having. It looks to me as if you're helping each other with your homework, when neither one of you quite know what you're doing."
He grinned at her, but not too hard, because Jenkins was still watching. "That's right, Miss Poston. I guess we'd better have you teach us right so we won't flunk."
He looked directly at Mr. Jenkins when he said it. He was astounded at how cool and slick he suddenly felt.
"Fine," she said. "I'll expect both of you about eight-thirty, then. You know where I live? Fine, that's all, Jim."
"Thanks, Miss Poston," he said, stepping back from her. Just another student getting the word, that's all.
"You can thank me after you pass," she smiled.
She turned toward the doorway and acted as if she'd noticed Burt Jenkins for the first time. "Yes ? " she said.
He waited until Jim left the room, watching him walk out the door. He sighed and looked a little sheepish.
"I came to apologize, Chris," he said earnestly.
She regarded him a moment. Was he truly sorry, or was this another ploy of his?
"You needn't have," she said abruptly. "It meant nothing to me. Absolutely nothing."
He made a face. "Ouch! Well, I guess I deserved that one, all right."
"If you think so." She shifted her weight.
"Is that all, Burt?"
"Well, it wasn't," he grinned, scratching his head in his self-effacing way again. "I had in mind to try to ask you out again. But I guess you'll be busy tonight now."
"Yes, I will," she said, feeling her pussy jump impatiently.
Busy, busy, busy!
She could barely wait. The hands crawled around the clock. She paced around the apartment and made sure everything was cozy and inviting.
She sat in a chair and imagined how it would go. When she did that, her pussy squirmed and leaked so much she had to change her wet panties. When she thought about it, she had to squeeze her thighs together to try to still the sensations boiling through her heated body.
She was going to be fucked at last. Not by a selfish, crude ass-hound but by a sweet, innocent, wonderful boy. She clamped her hand over her twat, squeezed tightly and moaned.
"Ohhhhh, don't . . . don't . . . " she pleaded with herself, talking to her fingers as if they had separate wills that were trying to subdue her and bring her needed orgasm. They dabbled at her wet pussy and made her terribly hot.
The door bell chimed. She snatched her hand from beneath her short dress and nearly flew from the chair to answer it.
"H-Hi, Miss Poston," Jim said nervously, standing there grinning like a big wonderful kid.
"Hello again, Miss Poston," Holly said softly. She smiled and half giggled. "We're ready for our lesson."
She looked radiant and sweet. Her red hair gleamed. She carried her tiny girl's body in a whole new way, almost as if she were a grown woman now, and Chris could only guess at what the two of them had done with each other the night before.
"Oh, come in," Chris whispered. Her voice was husky. She felt almost as nervous as Jim looked.
She closed the door behind them. They stood in a small circle and looked at each other. Then Holly broke the strain by coming up to her and twining her dainty arms around Chris's neck.
She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her tight little body against Chris. Her lips pursed softly. She brought them against the full, red mouth and kissed the teacher passionately, pushing her pointed, cone-shaped tits tightly against Chris's uptilted mounds.
Chris gasped. The little tongue came between her lips sensuously and twirled around hers. She could feel the sharpness of Holly's tits pushing against her nipples.
She felt the small, firm hips cupped by her own. She was aware of the way Jim was watching them. But he was not shocked. He didn't think them terrible beings, perverted things. His expression was warm and good and happy.
Holly made little sounds in the back of her throat as she kissed with increasing heat and passion. Chris wondered if Jim had taught her to kiss that way or if it was something instinctive in her.
She moaned tightly and then groaned with increasing fervor and wrapped her arms around the small back and pulled Holly against her and kissed back.
"Ohhhhh, Miss Poston . . . " Holly gasped finally, still hugging the woman. "I'm ready-I'm so ready!" She turned her head slightly and looked at her brother. "Jim, tell her you're ready too! Oh, let's hurry!"
Jim could only nod boyishly and lick his lips. His eyes shone. His prick bulged obviously in his pants. Chris looked at it and felt her pussy tremble with terrible eagerness.
"Oh, Jim," she said softly, smiling at him with lips that tingled from Holly's kiss and wouldn't quite hold still. "You're so shameless," she said.
He looked down at his crotch and tried to hide his growing erection. "I can't help it, Miss Poston," he said apologetically.
"Oh, don't try-don't even try to help it, Jim. I'm just as shameless as you. Even worse."
She moved from Holly's arms. She stood squarely before him and slowly lifted the hem of her dress. Jim's blue eyes went wide and bright as he watched the line of her trim thighs taper and flare to wonderful hips.
He saw the yellow slickness of her panties. He watched them come fully before his vision. He saw the snug way they fitted about her puffy pussy lips.
He could see the thin line of her gap, the shadow of her raven bush through them. And he saw the wetness, smeared and gleaming, all over the bottom of her crotch from where her pussy had been leaking.
Chris gazed steadily into his eyes, talking to him silently in that special way they had. She took his hand and turned it palm up. She placed it under her crotch and opened her thighs for him.
"See how shameless I am, Jim? See how I've been leaking all night for you? Aren't I terrible?"
"Oh, you're wonderful, Miss Poston!" he gasped softly and heatedly, unable to keep his fingers still.
He squeezed the puffiness of her wet cunt. He couldn't stop himself. This was something beyond his wildest dreams-to be with Miss Poston and feeling her pussy like this. To have a hard prick that she wanted inside her beautiful, slinky body.
To be ready to fuck and fuck her . . .
Holly came up beside them. She looked at their faces, gazing from one to the other of them. She recognized there was something silent passing between them that she wasn't quite a part of.
She took Miss Poston's hand and guided it. She placed it over the rigid stalk of Jim's cock and made the teacher feel her brother.
"Oh, God!" Jim gasped.
"Oh, Jim . . . " Chris said huskily. She glanced at Holly. The girl had put her hand up her dress and was feeling her own pussy.
"Not that way, Holly," Chris said.
She took Jim's other hand and put it on Holly's cunt. The three of them stood in a tight circle and felt each other, and it was a moment almost too beatuiful to break.
"Miss Poston . . . " Holly said, her voice small and questioning and pleading.
Chris put her arms around both of them and led them toward her bedroom. She'd planned all kinds of refreshments for them. She'd thought of all kinds of things to say to them. But now that the moment was here, there was no need for food or talk.
"Jim," she gasped in a husky whisper. "Take my dress off-hurry!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
His fingers shook. They fumbled with the catches and zipper of her dress. He was just a clumsy, bungling kid!
Chris didn't mind. She ran the zipper down her own back. He peeled the garment from her shoulders when she'd lifted her silky black hair out of the way. Her dress slid down her body and puddled at her feet. Her tits were bare and swollen.
"Ohhhhh, they're beautiful, Miss Poston!" Holly cried softly, reaching out to cup one of the pink-tipped mounds in her dainty hand. "Oh, I owe you something, something you did for me yesterday and I didn't do for you."
She stood in front of Chris and sucked the end of a tit into her sweet mouth. She rolled the hard, spiked nipple with her tongue. Chris moaned and tipped her head back.
She felt Jim's hand cup her other breast gently and excitingly, and her emotions began to spin.
She felt herself going around and down, and then she was on her back on the bed, and both of them were over her, sucking at her breasts, feeling her slim, taut, curving body with their hands.
She squirmed and moaned heatedly, sinking into a wonderful, moist kind of bliss.
"Jim . . . Jim . . . " she moaned.
Holly raised up. The girl pulled her clothes off her dainty body. She slipped out of her panties and stood by the edge of the bed with her nearly hairless pussy thrust forward.
She reached out and touched it, curling her fingertips up under the soft, warm crotch. She felt the youthful puffiness and the swelling desire of Holly's cunt lips. She felt the first trace of moisture leaking from inside the girl's virginal pussy.
Holly reached around and helped Jim with his pants. She held his prick. It strained and throbbed and made the removal of his pants difficult. When she touched it, he gasped.
"Easy, Holly, it's loaded again."
"Ohhhh, your prick, Jim, your prick!" Chris moaned, running her eyes over it, up and down its straining length. "God, I just knew it would be like that-like the rest of you!"
"Miss Poston, you're so damn beautiful I could just stand here and look at you and come!"
"Could you, Jim? Could you really?" she asked, feeling hot all over. "Am I that beautiful and exciting to you, darling Jim?"
"Yes!"
She reached out and took his prick in her hand. She felt the length and breadth of it, playing all over it with her fingers. She cupped his balls and leaned forward to kiss the bottoms of them with her soft lips.
He gasped repeatedly, and his cock shook. "Miss Poston, you'd better not do that!"
"Why, Jim? Tell me why I shouldn't feel your wonderful prick!"
"It might . . . I might . . . "
"You might come? Then come! Come as much as you want, darling, there will always be more."
Holly looked at the two of them. Her pussy was leaking openly now. She put her hand to it and rubbed it. Then she reached down and began rolling the yellow panties from Chris's hips.
Chris moaned and lifted her taut rump from the bed and let the dainty fingers do their work. Jim watched her pussy come into view, and his cock throbbed wildly again as he stared.
"Ohhhh, God!" he choked tightly.
Chris spread her thighs. She opened her pussy to his sight. "Look at my pussy, Jim. Is this the way you thought it would look ? Every day in class, you watch me so lovingly. You dream about me. Is this what you saw in your dreams?"
She moved her thighs. She lifted one knee and then the other. She rolled her buttocks on the bed. She made her whole pelvis writhe.
Her cunt opened and closed as she did it. The succulent, bloated lips opened and closed and sucked wetly apart again. The deep pink tissues gleamed through the nest of raven pubes, winking at him like a fiery beacon.
"Ohhhh, God, it's more beautiful than I ever dreamed, Miss Poston!"
"Does it make you want to come?"
"Yes!"
"Does it make you want to fuck me, Jim?"
"Ohhhh, you know it does!" he cried.
"Then do it, darling," she whispered softly. "Come into my hot, wet pussy and do it!"
"Jesus!" he croaked, his prick bucking nearly out of control.
Holly stared at them. Her face was flushed with heat and lust. She couldn't wait for them to begin. She positioned herself by Chris's hips. She wanted to watch every movement from as close as she could get. She wanted to see her brother's wonderful prick slide into Miss Poston's wonderful pussy and fuck it.
She put her hand over her own cunt and masturbated quickly a moment and had to emit a tiny moan of pleasure.
Chris looked around and saw what she was doing, the way her sharp little tits were spiked and swollen.
"Ohhh, poor Holly, she's being left out." She opened her thighs wide and aimed them toward Holly. "Come on, darling, suck my pussy a minute. Do it the way I taught you yesterday. Get it so hot and wet and ready for your brother's wonderful prick that I'll come five times in a row!"
Holly cried out happily and dipped forward. She put her face into the silken, wet maw of Chris's cunt and kissed it avidly, opening her whole mouth wide and thrusting her tongue deep into the silky, pulsing vagina.
"Ahhhhhh!" Chris cried, bucking her hips upward sharply. "Not so wild, darling, you'll make me come!"
"There's always more, Miss Poston," Holly grinned happily, looking up at her with chin and cheeks and lips smeared with slippery pussy juice.
"Yes, yes!" Chris said, her eyes bright. "There's always much, much more!"
Jim stared and licked his lips, and his cock nearly lost its load. He'd thought it was exciting to watch his little sister suck his prick last night, but that was nothing compared to watching her eat out Miss Poston's slippery pussy.
His cock throbbed wildly, and he put his hand on it to jack it. At the first touch, he knew he was going to be in trouble. He took his hand away, but he still knew it.
He was going to fuck up again, just as he had with Betty yesterday. He was going to cream all over the place and get Miss Poston pissed off before he could even get his prick into that wonderful, hot cunt.
He watched his sister's little butt wriggle as she knelt between Miss Poston's thighs and sucked and kissed at her pussy.
He couldn't help himself. He had to do something. He got onto the bed behind his sister and bent forward. He watched over her shoulder a moment and saw the little demon suck and lick at the flowing cunt. He watched the way Miss Poston writhed and squirmed and began to beg for Holly to stop before she came.
He spread the tight little cheeks of his sister's butt apart with his hands and put his face into the deep crack and licked avidly at her puckered asshole again, just the way he had last night.
It was sweet and pulsing. His tongue entered the tight ring a little way, and he heard Holly squeak with delight. She shook her butt back at him.
"Ohhhh, Jimmy! God, do it again! Yes, yes! Ohhhhh, lick lower! Lick and suck my cunt the way you did last night!"
Chris felt blood rush to her head. She glanced up and saw what Jim was doing to the girl. "Ohhhhh, is this what you did to each other last night?" she cried.
"Everything, Miss Poston! Everything but fuck! All the way, I mean. He put the tip of his cock in my pussy and fucked me that way. He came in me, Miss Poston, and he made my cunt all juicy and slick with his cum! Ohhhh, I can't wait until you show us how to fuck all the way-all the way!"
"Oh, God!" Chris cried sharply. She bucked up suddenly.
She was going to come. The girl was driving her wild. She could feel what was happening to the small body under the influence of Jim's tongue by the way Holly's tongue worked over her sodden pussy lips and her thrusting clit.
"I'm going to come, Holly!" she cried suddenly. "Oh, stop! Jim, hurry and fuck me before I come like this!"
"I'm going to come too, Miss Poston!" Holly cried.
She shook her ass back. Jim's tongue was rolling around inside the mouth of her asshole. It was slurping along the gap of her wet pussy, battering her puffy, succulent cunt lips. Then he drew them into his wet, warm mouth and made her shudder all over.
"Ahhhhh, Jim!" she cried. "Nnnnnnn!"
Holly's little body shuddered and spasmed. She rammed her ass back and open. Jim's whole sucking mouth covered her anus and her cunt and clit, all at the same time. It was heaven! It was unbelievable bliss!
And she could feel Miss Poston's wonderful, spasming pussy open and close under her mouth in spasmodic little waves of orgasm. Then her pussy flooded her mouth with juice again, just like before. She drew and drew on Miss Poston's cunt as she came, and she heard the teacher grit her teeth and cry out with a hard come.
"Ahhhhhhgh! Wonderful! Holly! Ohhhhhhh, I wanted Jim's cock in me when I came!"
"There's more, Miss Poston!" Jim cried, lifting his face from his sister's trembling ass. "There's always more!"
Holly moaned and rolled out of the way. In truth, Jim half pushed her. She glanced up, her eyes dreamy and blue, and saw that he had his cock in his hand. It throbbed wildly. The red head pulsed and swelled. He took her place between Chris's writhing thighs and aimed his prick.
"Miss Poston!" he gasped. "Now, Miss Poston? Can I fuck you now? Oh, I want. . . " He gasped apprehensively and stared down at the totally spread cunt before him. He watched it writhe and suck in and out. He heard the juicy sounds it made.
He saw Chris's flat belly, all taut and contracting with the orgasm pounding through her woman's body. He saw the full tits, so taut and firm and spiked and red at the ends.
"Oh, yes, Jim!" she cried, reaching up for him, taking him in her arms. "You can fuck me now! That's the first one, only the first one! Make me come again! Push your wonderful prick into me-now!"
She spread her thighs and lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his hips, raising up, her cunt falling wide and ready.
He looked down into the depths of her vaginal tunnel. There wasn't a cherry fringing the way. She was no virgin. She was a woman, ready for fucking.
"Ah! Ah, shit!" he gasped suddenly.
He nearly cried. His cock bucked in his hand.
He aimed it toward Miss Poston's yearning, wide-open cunt, and sperm hosed in a powerful blast from the tip, filling the upturned mouth of her vagina.
"Ahhhhhgh, Jesus!" he yowled, pumping his hand fitfully along the shaft.
Jet after jet spurted and splashed out the end. It hosed all over her pussy, making the mouth so full it overflowed and ran down between her asscheeks.
He sprayed her bloated cunt lips and soaked her dark pubes. He shot on her belly and the insides of her thighs. His prick didn't seem to want to quit. He absolutely bathed her crotch in his hot flooding sperm.
"Miss Poston!" he wailed in total misery.
"Jim! Oh, you wonderful, innocent darling!" she cried happily, reaching up to hug him to her and nuzzle his face against her swollen, throbbing tits.
He was astonished. "You're not pissed off at me?"
"Of course I'm not!" she cried, kissing him fully on his mouth, thrusting her tongue between his lips. She rumpled his hair and watched him with glowing eyes as his boyish features wrinkled in a beautiful smile of happiness.
"I don't understand, Miss Poston. Betty yelled at me like everything because I couldn't hold it. And you say you're not mad?"
"Forget about Betty, Jim," Chris said, beaming warmly at him. "Just forget all about her. I knew you went up there with her. I heard her yelling at you. I could have cried for you. She doesn't know how to treat a wonderful boy any more than one of her male counterparts-Tom Bender, for instance-would know how to treat. . . well, to treat Holly. Would you want a stud like Bender to be the first to fuck Holly?"
"No!" Jim said emotionally. "The bastard would half kill her!"
"Just to get his rocks off," Chris agreed. "Well, that's what Betty Johnson was trying to do with you. All she wanted was to get her rocks off, or whatever it's called for a girl. Jim, don't you see that you've just paid me a wonderful compliment?"
"I have?"
"You said you could come just looking at me. And you did. Oh, darling, you did! All over me!" she laughed. "And I loved every wonderful spurt of it, evj y drop!"
He grinned happily. "I see what you mean," he said.
"Holly, you don't know how lucky you're going to be in a minute. You've a wonderful, sweet, considerate brother."
"I know," Holly said, remembering last night, remembering how he had been more concerned for her than for himself. She reached up impulsively and kissed Jim on the mouth. She tasted her pussy juice on his lips and wriggled her hips against him.
"Hey, you two," Chris said warmly, chiding them. "You had at each other last night. It's my turn."
Holly broke away. Her eyes were gleaming brightly. "Yes! Oh, he's all yours, Miss Poston, for now. Until you teach him how to fuck. And then he's mine, and my cherry is his."
Chris wrapped her arms around Jim's neck. She kissed him tenderly. She pushed her tits into his hands when he reached up between their bodies. Her thighs were still spread wide, her legs wrapped around him.
"Come into me now, Jim. Fuck me."
He glanced down at the creamy mess on her pussy and crotch.
"Leave it there, darling. Swim around in it. Let it be the oils that bathe us while we fuck and fuck and come."
He gasped when she held his prick. Her hand slipped over the stalk, lubricated by his sperm. She angled it down toward her cunt. She lifted up, and her pussy opened-wet, so wet and slippery.
His cockhead touched her silken tissues. He moaned, unable to stop himself. He didn't want to stop himself. He didn't want to hold anything back at all, and he knew she wanted it that way too.
"There . . . " she gasped. "Just the tip! Your throbbing, swelling, velvety tip. Ohhhh, I can feel it pulse at my pussy mouth!" She glanced at Holly. "Watch my cunt, Holly. Here, get close and watch what I can make it do to his wonderful prick!"
Holly came as close as she could, resting her cheek on Miss Poston's firm, creamy thigh. She couldn't resist licking out with her tongue to caress the silky flesh and lick up a drop of sperm from it.
She watched the pink, succulent pussy mouth pulse and suck. It seemed to grip the head of her brother's cock. It seemed to draw the shaft right up inside. She watched with wide eyes as the stiff shaft went farther and farther in.
"Ohhhhhh, Miss Poston!" Jim cried. "God, oh, God!"
"Oh, your prick, Jim! It's wonderful! Easy, slide it in easy!"
"I'm not doing anything, Miss Poston. Your pussy's sucking it in! Oh, God, it's past the tip! Holly, look, it's past the tip, and it feels wonderful!"
His cock went into the silky, sucking maw of Miss Poston's cunt. He pressed down. His cock shaft became surrounded by warm, wet trembling tissues, and his prick throbbed wildly again.
Then he was in her all the way. He reached for the bottom of her well, but he couldn't find it. It seemed to be a dark, moist cavern with no bottom. His prick swam through satiny oils that moved against him and milked him.
"Oh, Jesus!" he squeaked, lying fully atop her body, mashing her into the bed. He rolled his chest over her tits and heard her labor for breath.
"Darling, you're mashing me," she gasped.
He lifted up. "Oh, this is good," he gasped. "I can feel your tits against me even better this way."
He had a sudden urge to shake his ass and bang in and out of her tender pussy, so he did. She clamped her hands over his ass and held him tightly against her crotch.
"Not that way, darling . . . easy. Make love to me, don't hammer me."
He grinned shakily. He began a slow rhythmic slide in and out of her pussy. She felt her muscles milk and suckle his prick. The sensation was ecstatic, and he groaned and groaned.
"Ohhhh, that's the way, darling. That's the way to fuck me. Oh, yes! Work with me, darling I"
She lifted and sank under him. Her pussy slipped up and down his cock wonderfully. He went into her all the way, until his root mashed against her puffy cunt lips and threatened to split her down the middle.
His balls swam and slid through the slippery silkiness of her inner thighs and the warm crack of her ass. She began to rotate under him, and his rigid prick slid against one muscular wall and then the other of her wonderful cunt.
"Ohhhh, Miss Poston I" he gasped.
"You're doing beautifully, Jim. Oh, yes!" she cried, clutching him to her, lifting up and sinking back again, making her pussy tilt and rock and rotate and suck all over his shaft.
Holly groaned suddenly. She could see it all. She loved the way Miss Poston's vagina opened wide and swallowed all of her brother's big prick.
She had no idea a pussy could stretch open that much and take all that meat into it. The sounds were thrilling to her. The sucking and slobbering were exciting.
Her fingers dabbled in her own pussy as she watched. She was so hot she could hardly stand it. She wanted her brother to hurry up and come so that he could fuck her next. But she didn't want to rush his lesson, either.
"Ohhhhhhh, it feels so good, Jim-so damn good!" Chris cried, lifting up against him again. "It's been so long!"
Too long. Never again this long. She loved fucking. She loved this boy-man fucking her with his big, young, stiff, wonderful prick. She loved holding him in her arms, rubbing her tits against his chest.
She was comfortable with him. It wasn't a battle. He wanted to please her, and that was what made it so good. That was why she was ready to come again.
"Jim, I'm getting ready. Oh, I can feel it! Oh, God, your prick is driving me right up the wall, darling! Are you ready ? Are you getting ready too?"
"I . . . well, I . . . "
He didn't know what to say. It felt terrific. He'd never been so hot in his life. But it was a different kind of heat. There wasn't the stud-like rush there had been with Betty. It was a strange feeling to him.
It was as if he'd reached a plateau of some kind, not far from the peak. But he was in no hurry to reach the peak. He'd rather just fuck in and out of her like this and roll against her and feel her trim, beautiful body against his than end it by a mad rush to climax.
"It's all right, darling," she said, running her hands up and down his back, along his sides, over his heaving rump. "You don't have to hurry. Take your time. I won't go anywhere. It won't be over when I come. You can fuck me as long as you want to, because once isn't going to be enough for me."
"It-gosh, Miss Poston, I thought once a girl came, it would be all over, and I'd better hurry up or miss out."
"Oh, no, darling!" she cried softly, running her fingers through his hair again. "Mmmmm, I'm going to come, Jim. Make me come. Keep fucking me after I come. Ohhhh, don't stop, don't stop!"
She lifted up. Her arms tightened around him. Her pussy pulsed furiously around his straining cock.
Her asscheeks went tight, and her tits seemed to swell against his chest. Her thighs gripped his waist, and she rocked back and forth furiously and then hung from his cock, all shudders and spasms and wriggles.
"Ahhhhhgh!" she cried. "God, Jim darling-I love you!"
She shook her head and moaned and kissed him all over his face as she came and came. He'd never felt anything like it in his life. Her pussy was wild around his prick. It worked and worked, milking him, slobbering all around him, bathing him in silken oils.
When she was finished, she sighed and sank back and lay still for a moment, a dreamy, heavenly expression on her beautiful face.
He continued to move in her, sensing the new subtleties of a pussy that had just come. In a moment, she began moving with him again, and there was a cheeky sparkle in her eyes.
"It was wonderful, darling. Oh, it still feels wonderful. You can make me come again, Jim -again and again. But now I'm going to make you come. You're getting too cocky, too sure of yourself. You can't deny me my pleasure in having you come in me, you know. It doesn't all go just one way."
"Oh! What are you doing with your pussy, Miss Poston?" he gasped suddenly, feeling it work him over in a way it hadn't done before.
"If you think you're going to lie on me and fuck me and get all the fun of bringing me to one climax after another, young man, you're wrong," she smiled at him. "Now, it's my turn to bring you off. Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," he gasped.
"Then here we go, darling. Hang on. You can try all you want, but you're not going to be able to hold it back. Oh, am I going to make your prick explode deep in my pussy!"
She smiled at him and gazed into his eyes. He could see flecks of amber dotting the indigo of her irises, and the sight thrilled him unaccountably.
She moved her hips under him and kept looking into his eyes with her steamy gaze, watching the effect her pussy was having on him. It made him feel curiously naked, and he gasped for breath.
"Jesus, Miss Poston!" he cried softly, unable to keep his hips from slamming against her.
His prick swam in her cunt. Then her snatch grabbed him and shook his cock wildly, battering it full of sensation. He was aware of Holly's mouth falling open with astonishment and heat as she watched Miss Poston work him over.
"This is how, Holly," Chris gasped. "This is the way to hold your man and make him want to fuck you again and again. Watch, Holly-learn from your teacher!"
Holly watched her brother's face go red and lustful. She knew Miss Poston would explain how. She knew it wasn't a matter of lying there and letting him slide his cock in and out. There was much, much more to it, and she was eager to learn.
"God, I can't stop it, Miss Poston!" Jim cried suddenly.
"Oh, I know you can't, darling!" she said, happiness filling her voice. She moved and squeezed and slid her cunt in torturous ways around his prick.
"You're making me come!"
"Don't hold it back, Jim Let it go-let it all go inside me! Oh, foam up into my pussy and fill me with your cum!"
Jim gritted his teeth. For a stubborn moment, he tried to hold himself back, just to see if he could. But he couldn't. She brought him along anyway. He knew that Betty Johnson wasn't even capable of a thing like this. He doubted she even knew it was possible to make it happen.
"Yah! I'm coming! God, I give up! I can't hold it! Oh, oh! Miss Poston!" He gasped and gripped her tightly. He sank against her body and ran his prick all the way into her cunt, as far as it would go.
He didn't move any more. He couldn't. He was in a trance. She did it all. She tipped her pelvis back and milked his prick, and there was the sensation of having her pussy drink his cum as he poured it into her.
"Yaaaaaagh!" he cried.
He shook and shuddered. She'd told him to hang on. He clung to her tightly for fear that he would go rocketing off.
It was absolutely unbelievable. His sperm poured and poured. His prick shook and bucked and throbbed until his balls began to ache.
He felt drained when it was over. He lay against her trim body and her warm tits and gasped for breath, convinced the top of his head had come off.
"Beautiful, darling," she said softly, caressing him with her hands. She gazed at Holly. "Oh, he's ready, sweet darling. He's ready for you now."
Holly licked her lips. She swirled her hand over her sodden little pussy and smeared her pussy juice over her nearly bald cunt lips. Her knees were up and wide open, and her cunt gaped. She sat on her butt and stared at her burnt-out brother.
"He looks all shot, Miss Poston!" she cried with a slight whine. "Ohhhh, why'd you have to fuck him so hard!"
Chris smiled and patted Jim. "You can't see what I can feel, Holly," she said softly. "He's anything but shot. His prick is still like a bar of iron in my cunt. Oh, is it stiff! If you want to know the truth, honey, I think he's going to wear us both out before the night's over. We'll have to end up sucking him off to get that wonderful prick to go down. But we'll give him a workout, won't we?"
Holly smiled back at Chris, and her little pussy jumped with impatience. She watched Miss Poston lift Jim from her body. His prick slid out of her wet, sodden vagina, gleaming and juicy.
And she was right! It looked stiffer and bigger than ever!
"Ohhh, Jimmy . . . fuck me!" she whimpered, flopping onto her back.
She couldn't keep her hands from her cunt. She stuffed her fingers as far up it as she could without popping her cherry. She rubbed her clit and whimpered with a small surge of intense feeling.
"Oh, Holly, you're so hot!" Chris whispered, leaning over the girl, smoothing her hand over Holly's face. She bent down and kissed her lightly, then sucked the sharp end of a tit into her mouth.
"Miss Poston . . . "
"Don't be frightened," Chris comforted. "Jim won't hurt you. He's your brother. He loves you. And now he knows how not to hurt you. Is your pussy wet enough? Let me feel."
She put her hand to Holly's wet twat and slid her fingertips through the young, virginal meat. They came away wet, but she wasn't quite satisfied.
"You can have some of my juice, honey," she said.
She positioned herself between Holly's little thighs, scissoring their twined legs so that her cunt lips mashed fully against Holly's in a squishy kiss.
"Lift up just a little, Holly-oh, there! Yes!"
Holly gasped and gasped. "Oh, I'm going to come, Miss Poston! Your pussy is mashed completely against mine! I can feel your lips all spread out! Oh! Oh, it's like a wet, soft mouth kissing my little cunt! I'm going to come!"
"God! Come! Let your pussy suck and drink! Ohhhh, honey, can you feel all the sperm draining out of my body into yours? That's your brother's cum, honey, and mine! It will lubricate your little pussy completely!"
"Ahhhh, Miss Poston!" Holly cried.
Her small body lifted up and her pussy shook. Her pelvis rocked back and forth, and she could feel her cunt drink in the juice and slippery oils from Chris's draining vagina.
Chris got off Holly's shaking crotch when the transfer was made. She looked down with satisfaction. Jim looked with her and saw the shining layer of slippery juice coating his little sister's tissues, inundating them.
"Fuck her now, Jim," Chris said softly.
Jim got between his sister's shaking thighs. He held his prick and aimed it toward her trembling little hole. The slippery juice was so thick he could barely see her cherry through it.
He gazed into her eyes and smiled at her. "I love you, Holly," he whispered. "Remember?"
She stopped shaking and smiled at him happily. "I remember, Jimmy."
"Are you ready?"
"God, you know I am!"
He put the tip of his cock at the mouth of her virginal pussy. "Just the tip, Holly," he whispered.
"Oh, yes! But more than just the tip this time, Jimmy! All of it! All of your wonderful prick, just the way you did with Miss Poston! Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck me open!"
Chris held his prick at Holly's pussy mouth as he bent over her. She passed her hand over Holly's forehead. She leaned close and kissed the girl's lips. Then she put the tip of her finger on Holly's clit and made it go in circles.
"Oh! Oh, God, Miss Poston!" Holly gasped.
Her hips moved. The velvety cockhead washed around in the mouth of her slippery cunt. Her clit burned and pulsed and stretched toward the teacher's rolling finger.
"You're going to make me come again, Miss Poston! Oh God, you know just how to masturbate me! Ohhhh, God, I'm coming!"
The little girl lifted and shook and shuddered. Her thighs scissored and tried to squeeze shut.
But this masturbatory orgasm was different. Jim's legs and hips were between hers, and she couldn't close them. Jim's body was above hers, and her sharp, sensitive little tits spiked against his chest.
Her hands were free this time, both of them, because it was Miss Poston's fingers making her come and not her own. She flung her arms around Jim's neck and held him tightly. She felt her lips mash softly against the end of Miss Poston's tit as the woman reached over and pushed the firm, pink-tipped cone into Holly's mouth.
Then she came-hard.
Her pussy tipped upward and shook against Miss Poston's finger and her brother's prick-head at the same time. A great spasm made her lurch wildly and Jim crushed down on her.
There was a different feeling, too-something like a sharp pain, but not really that. It was something that increased the magnificent burst of her orgasm.
When the crush was over, she gasped with a wholly new sensation-a stuffed feeling between her thighs.
"Jimmy!" she cried with astonishment. "Jimmy, your cock is all the way inside me!"
"Ohhh, is it ever, Holly!" Jim cried.
He couldn't believe how slickly and readily it had gone in. The cherry had been almost no barrier at all. And then he felt Miss Poston's hand pushing on his rump, pressing his middle against Holly's and his cock into her opened pussy, and he knew he'd had a little help.
Chris smiled at both of them, kissing Holly's lips and then Jim's. "It's done, Holly," she said softly, "and you hardly felt a thing. Oh, fuck him, Holly-let him fuck you. You're together. You're beautiful. I love you both. Oh, do it while I watch!"
Jim's face was pink with passion. His prick was like a rod of iron in his sister's little cunt.
The difference was sweet. Holly's pussy was tight and clinging, even with all the juice and sperm that had been poured into it. She seemed to jitter and tremble all up and down his cock, thrilling him in a way that Miss Poston's pussy hadn't. He began to move in her the way his teacher had taught him, and Holly moaned and shuddered with blissful happiness.
"Ohhh, Jimmy, you're fucking me! At last, Jimmy! Ohhhh, it's wonderful! Fuck me, sweet brother, fuck me!"
Chris watched them. The beauty of them made her hot again. She settled back and lifted one knee and put her hand to her pussy. She saw that Jim was doing everything beautifully. She watched the way Holly responded, and her pussy trembled under her fingers.
"Oh! Oh, I'm going to come already, Jimmy!" Holly cried suddenly, clinging to his neck with her dainty arms.
Jim fucked her with great tenderness. "Me too, Holly," he gasped. "Ohhh, it's wonderful! Oh, look at Miss Poston! Oh, I wish I could fuck you both at the same time, Miss Poston!"
Chris swirled her fingers over her silken, wet cunt and smiled happily. "You're going to have enough to do to handle your sister's hot pussy, darling. Later, I'll let you suck me off while you're fucking her, but right now I want the two of you to be together. I'll just watch and bring myself off when you pour your slippery sperm into her spasming little pussy."
"Oh! Oh, yes!" Holly cried suddenly. "Pour it into me, Jimmy! I'm going to come! Honey, I'm coming! Fuck me-fuck meeeeee!"
She lifted and shuddered violently, clinging to him as never before. Her tight little pussy fluttered and sucked all along his cock. Her eyes were open wide with delight and shock.
Jim stared into them. It was as if he could look right in the depths of her being. He loved what he saw there, and he knew that she loved what she was seeing in him.
His sperm jetted and bucked from his prick, which throbbed wildly inside her virginal pussy. As he was finishing his orgasm with powerful throbs, he could hardly wait for the next one.
And he kept on fucking her, oblivious to Miss Poston's shriek of sudden shock and outrage.
"Burt!" she cried. "How dare you!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Burt Jenkins stood in the bedroom doorway, looking at them all with a strange expression on his face. He ignored Chris's cry of outrage. He unbuckled his pants and shoved them off and stripped his shirt away.
"I thought something was fishy, Chris," he said, striding nude toward the bed. "I caught all those funny looks with Arland here when you were setting up this little appointment tonight. And then I checked the records and found that Holly wasn't in your class. When I asked a girl if you were giving a test tomorrow and she said no, then I knew what was going to happen up here."
Chris kept her hand clamped over her pussy. Jim was still fucking his sister. Either he hadn't heard their visitor, or he just didn't care any more.
"How did you get into my apartment, you bastard!" Chris cried.
Jenkins grinned, that beautiful goddamn grin. "The landlady, honey. Nice old gal. A little smile and a pat on the butt was all it took." He gazed at her naked body, and appreciation showed clearly in his eyes. "Damn, Chris, you're beautiful," he whispered.
He stood over her. His prick was lifting quickly. She couldn't keep from watching it. It made her pussy shiver inside shamelessly.
"Get out of here, you ass-hound," she said.
"Not now, Chris. Are you going to take your hand off your pretty pussy, or do I have to take it off for you ? I'm going to fuck you, Chris."
"No-no!" she cried.
He got onto the bed and pried her hand away from her cunt. She slapped her thighs together, making her tits jiggle. He put his hand over one and squeezed it tightly, mauling her.
He held his prick in his hand and pried her thighs open. They struggled and made the bed rock, but he forced his way into her.
"Goddamn you!" she cried. "Jimmy!"
Burt's prick didn't hurt. It slid right up her cunt. It was already so slick and silky, there was no way to keep his cock out. He pounded against her and started puffing. Then suddenly there was a smacking sound and he rolled off, his prick popping out of her hole.
"Goddamn!" Jenkins shouted. "Little bastard, I'll have your ass!"
Jim loomed over him, his curly yellow hair disarrayed, his chubby-cheeked face red with rage. His chest swelled and bulged with youthful muscles, and his arm was cocked back for another blow if Jenkins insisted.
Jenkins didn't. He took a look at the big kid and was afraid the ten years' difference might be embarrassing to him.
"That's no way to fuck Miss Poston," Jim said levelly. "That's the way you fuck Betty Johnson."
"What?" he cried softly. "Will you listen to this kid? Telling me how to fuck a piece of ass! Little prick, I was fucking them while you were still shitting your diapers, so don't try to tell me!"
"No, you listen to him, Burt," Chris said levelly. "You're a good teacher. You ought to know teachers can learn a hell of a lot from their students."
"About fucking?"
"About anything, Burt."
"Miss Poston is not a piece of ass, Mr. Jenkins," Jim said. "Betty Johnson is a piece of ass."
"Oh, you're terrible, Mr. Jenkins!" Holly cried suddenly. "And to think that I nearlyoh!"
"What the hell's she squealing about?"
"She went to your office yesterday," Chris said. "Very luckily, you weren't there. She had the stupid notion she wanted you to be the one to pop her cherry."
"Stupid!" he fumed. "Damn it, I . . . "
"I'm glad you didn't!" Holly screamed. "After seeing the way you . . . you raped Miss Poston just now, I'm glad! Oh, Jimmy, make him get out of here. I can't stand the sight of him now!"
Burt's mouth fell open. He tried smiling at her. It didn't change her expression. He couldn't believe this. He was a piece of crud to this little twat. And he'd just missed out on popping her twat open.
He looked at the three of them in turn. It dawned on him that none of them thought much of him.
"Do you want to fuck Miss Poston?" Jim said suddenly, breaking the silence. There was an odd expression on his face. "Jim!" Chris cried.
Jenkins looked at Chris, then grinned. "Sure, kid. Hell yes. Wouldn't you?" He winked lecherously.
"I have," Jim said levelly.
"What! I thought-well, shit, Chris!" he half whined. "You let a punk kid dick you and not me? Hey, what gives?"
"You've got a lot to learn, Mr. Jenkins," Jim sighed. "All right, get on. We'll teach you-won't we, Miss Poston?" He smiled at her.
Chris was shocked. Then she caught on and smiled back. She looked at Burt. He appeared a little stunned, a little sheepish. He would be such a nice guy if he could get over his ass-hound ways, she thought.
She lay back, staying close to Jim. She opened her thighs and heard her pussy suck wetly. She had been right on the verge of coming when Burt had appeared.
"What about it, Burt?" she asked. "Am I worth a little humility? A little kindness, tenderness, consideration? Can you think of me as something a little better than a piece of ass?"
He looked at her. She gave him a tentative smile. There was promise in it. He glanced at Jim, looming over them with a cocked fist, ready to club him again. He glanced at the red-haired girl and saw that her expression had gentled.
"Am I really like that?" he asked seriously.
"You have been, Burt."
He shook his head and looked down. It was the same way he'd looked outside her classroom, and she suddenly knew that he'd been genuine then and was now. Her gaze traveled over his face and body as she looked at him anew.
So damned handsome . . .
"I . . . I don't know what to say," he said softly. "I didn't realize. But now that I think back . . . Chris, you knew, didn't you? You knew what I was after from you?"
"Yes."
"And that's why you wouldn't go out with me?"
"That's why."
"You'd rather go without and suffer than be laid by a real prick?"
"There have been too many real pricks, Burt. Too many times. Too many ass-hounds who wanted to get in my panties and nothing more. Yes, I would rather go without than suffer through that one more time."
He shook his head in bewilderment again. "I can't believe it. I thought girls were just
"You were wrong, Burt," she said softly. "You got hold of too many girls like Holly was, ones who just wanted a cock in them before they knew enough to demand more. She knows better now. Jim and I have taught her to expect something better."
She passed her hand over her pussy slowly and sexily. "I hope you can learn to deliver better, Burt. I really do."
"Chris . . . " he started.
His eyes softened. He watched her play with her pussy. His prick began to stiffen again. It was still moist from her cunt.
"I'm sorry, Chris. Will you forgive me?"
She smiled cheekily. "Make me forgive you, Burt," she said, lying back and squirming and opening her body to him.
"It'll be a pleasure, Miss Teacher," he said, smiling his handsome damn smile at her.
He kissed her gently. She kissed him back. "That's more like what I want," she said. "Not like the last time."
"I'll do it again."
He did. He kissed her fully and tenderly, putting himself into it. She started to gasp. His hands came up and cupped her breasts, and he stroked them lovingly.
In a moment, she was aflame. Her pussy squirmed and her juices ran. He entered her body as if entering a shrine.
"God, I didn't know it could be like this, Chris," he gasped.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. She lifted against him and took his wonderful prick into her beautiful body and fucked him. She was conscious of Jim and Holly moving together again. Burt watched them a moment. He began to move the way his student did.
"I didn't know . . . " he groaned.
"I did, darling," she smiled, lifting up suddenly, her body quivering into the shuddering magic of orgasm.
He let her come. He rode with her and made her climax again. Then she gazed into his eyes and moved her hips.
"Hang on, Burt Jenkins," she warned. "Hang on for the ride of your ass-hound life."
He hung on. And he knew his ass-hounding was over as she spun him and twisted him and wrung him dry and made his cock into a bar of iron that would never wilt.