"Randy Hogan is here," the murmuring voice informed Moira Sloan via the intercom.
The thirty-three-year-old principal of Elmwood High replied, "Send him in, Beth," and lounged back in her high-backed chair. There was a glimmer of happy anticipation in her expression as she watched the door open and Randy come in. He walked casually across the somewhat over-sized office and stopped in front of her wide desk. He didn't play the game although he had a quarterback's build, but Moira had an easy time picturing him as a football hero. "Hello, Randy," she said.
"Hello, Miss Sloan," he answered with self-conscious but good-humoredly so politeness.
"How have you been?" She was a dark-eyed brunette, quite pretty, but by no means a lightweight. She'd won her position the right way and ran a tight, clean-cut school. At least, that was the impression all the right people got.
"I've been swell." Randy too was glimmering with happy anticipation as he stood before her. But he was in no real hurry to have the preliminaries over with. He wanted to let everything unfold as it should and enjoy every moment of it.
"I've been checking on your academic performance," Moira said. "It's been swell too."
"A little motivation goes a long way." Moira couldn't help smiling, but she kept it restrained somewhat. "I'm flattered you took my offer so seriously. Sit down, Randy."
As he took a seat that faced the desk, Moira got up and went to the door, locked it. Ambling back, she drifted toward the couch, slipping off her blazer. She draped it over the near arm of the couch and looked to Randy, cocking a hip. "Maybe you'd better come over here. More room."
Beginning to smile himself, Randy went to the couch and sat with both arms outstretched along the back. He was tall and the couch could have been considered low, so his knees were well elevated. They fell naturally apart and Moira noticed the healthy size to his crotch basket.
There was a low stirring inside her as she loosened the cuffs of her blouse and swept her eyes over his lanky bod more unabashedly. Something about these cute, rugged young bucks did wonderful things for her, and too often she had to stick to her hands-off policy. Fortunately, every once in a while the opportunity came along for the rules to justifiably, and safely, be broken.
Randy had always been a minor sort of disruptive influence, but at the start of last year he had evolved into more than that-a troublemaker. Punishment and threats of same had had no apparent effect on him, so Moira had opted for a different tactic. She offered him a deal and he accepted.
Randy watched intently as she undid the buttons down the front of her blouse. At first he had been unable to believe Moira meant what she said. 'Clean up your act and I'll make it well worth your while'-what principal said such things, meaning it the way Moira had?
He remembered taking a day to think it over, then coming back to her office. He didn't answer when she asked if he'd made up his mind, because he hadn't decided yet. He needed some assurance the offer was legit.
She was leaning her rump against the front of the desk when he came in, when she spoke. He silently walked up to her, slowly, going closer and closer. She read his thoughts and understandingly let him come on.
Moira looked him in the eye as he lifted his hands along her flanks. She inhaled deeply as his palms touched the outer swells of her sumptuous breasts. Randy watched her as he closed his hands on her plump cones, saw her blink contentedly and a faint smile come to her classically feminine lips. Randy continued massaging her tits through the blouse covering for a moment.
"Well I'll be damned," he said quietly. "You really are out to make a deal."
Her hand lifted to the back of his head and eased into his soft, chestnut hair. "You're a smart kid, Randy," she told him. "It would be too much of a waste to just throw away all your potential."
Randy's hands lowered to her full hips. "You're going a far piece to put me on the right track. Am I really worth it?"
"Wouldn't do it if I didn't think so."
"And how do I know you're not just warm for my form?"
"If I was that I'd fuck you right here and throw you out. As it stands though, you're going to stop acting like some punk kid, get busy with school-work, then come and see me when you've shown you can cut it around here."
"You mean I don't get treated to a little incentive up front?"
"That's a good question, Randy. See how smart you can be?"
"It's all a question of motivation, isn't it."
"That's right. And come to think of it, maybe I could let you have some small incentive up front."
Dropping both hands to her sides, she drew up the hem of her skirt, all the way to her hips. Her panties were bikini style, pink with white lace. "Lower them a little, would you?"
"Sure," he replied with quiet eagerness and tugged her undies down onto her thighs. Randy stared in bright fascination at the almost robust triangle of her mons hair. And it really was only mons hair-her crotch was completely bald from the top of her vulva on down underneath.
Moira parted her thighs as far as her panties would allow and said, "Touch it."
Randy turned a palm toward her and gently placed four fingers on her warm crotch. He added small pressure and moved his hand rubbingly up and down. His middle finger, finding itself in her slit, curled and pressed inward. Encountering wetness, it virtually shot up into her remarkably steamy lining. A rush went to Randy's prick as he felt her mature cunt hug saucily about his finger.
"When you come back to my office on our private matter," Moira said to him in a huskier than usual voice, "you'll be able to put your cock in there."
Randy pulled his hand free and placed it softly on her hip. "One look at your gorgeous rump and I'll be on my way."
Smilingly, Moira turned and bent forward at the waist, leaning on straight arms on the desk. She curved her back and the twin crescents of her womanly ass jutted out, her hauled-up skirt resting above her dimples.
Randy placed his hand on the inner curve of her right buttock and slipped it into her deep cleft. Damp heat and warm flesh surrounded his touch, sending another thrill through him. Staring with great appreciation at her marvelous posterior, he let his hands wander over her smoothness, pressing eagerly at her packed flesh. Moira lowered onto both elbows and untucked her pussy to give him something more to appreciate. And dream about. But when he slipped his finger into her again she called an end to the fun. She was getting just a little too horny for her own good. It would not do to give him his reward at the outset and she was becoming sorely tempted to.
Slowly peeling off her blouse today, Moira remembered pulling up her panties and dropping her skirt back into place, then masturbating furiously after he'd left. It had been the first of many times, both in the office and out, when she'd tuned out all else, focused in on Randy and let her fingers do the fucking. Oh, she had been looking forward to this moment.
From the growing lump in the front of his jeans she could tell that Randy had been too. His eyes widened at the sight of her naked breasts. Her creamy cones were fuller of body than his touch had been able to read. Poised high on her chest, they were lushly rounded, coned shapes, pulpy, dark nipples aiming proudly upwards.
Loosening her skirt, Moira watched Randy reach into his pants and maneuver his cock from the awful confines of his underwear and into his pants leg, where his length grew out toward his knee. Her eyes remained fascinated by the lascivious display and there was a hint of hurrying as she swept down her skirt.
Today she was in panty hose, coffee-colored and close fitting all the way. There was a provocative rasping sound as she lifted one foot, then the other, and slid off her shoes. Rasping came again as she stepped toward Randy. She stood between his knees, arms by her sides, one leg slightly bent. Her flattened patch of pubic hair and her smooth, transparently covered twat were at eye level for Randy and enthralling. He stared at her for a long moment.
"Would you like to do the rest, Randy?" she invited.
Drawing a steadying breath, Randy slid to near the edge of his seat. His hands went to her outer thighs and slid delicately upward, he memorized the long, husky curves of her hips, the deep cut of her waist, the sleek outward spread of her upper body. Then the raunchy jut of her full tits, the meaty peaks that were her nipples. His mouth was drawn to them, both nipples and boobs, as he pulled her hose off with gradual, deliberate movements.
Moira slinked her long fingers into Randy's hair and drew his face against her breasts. He kissed and licked her gelatinous orbs and nuzzled them sweetly as he'd no doubt been wanting to do for ages. His open hands wandered up her bared legs to her hips, then down, around to the backs of her knees and slowly up to her haughty rump. He cupped her buttocks on the under-swells and squeezed fondly, fingers reaching to the hot bottom of her crack as he continued mouthing her scrumptious tits. Moira trembled with excitement and growing need and anticipation of better things. Presently she eased herself away from him slightly.
"But enough about me," Moira murmured, sinking to her knees. "This is your party-you should be the one getting all the attention." She started undressing him from the very bottom, one piece at a time: Her glassy eyes went to the vivid outline of his long, heavy prick and stayed there for the most part. "Poor thing," she said. "I'll have it out of there in no time."
"It is starting to complain about being all cooped up."
"Of course it is," Moira said, reaching for the snap of his jeans. "It's not natural for a cock to be imprisoned in that condition. It has to be given its freedom to do one of what it is meant to do-either give pleasure, or receive it."
"Why not both?"
"Because you've earned the right to be solely on the receiving end," she replied, and took firm hold of his pants. "Right now, anyway. Later on, we could get into a mutual give-and-take, if you want."
"That'd be nice," Randy said, and lifted on both hands. She pulled his jeans from his hips, went back for practicality sake for his briefs, then hauled everything to his knees. His full-fledged erection sprang up in the air like an impassioned demon and it stood there in front of Moira, seeming to breathe with life's most base energies.
"Handsome brute," Moira murmured admiringly.
"It only looks fierce," Randy said to her. "Deep down it knows it can only be putty in your hands, or, whatever."
"This time around," she said knowingly as she pulled off his pants-wear. "Some other time it will be the master, and I will be the putty. Slutty-putty."
Randy laughed. He bent forward and, lifting Moira's chin, gave her a big smooch on the lips.
"What was that for?" she asked, not minding a bit.
"For being so much fun."
"You better hold onto something then, because I've hardly even warmed up yet."
He leaned back grinningly, clasping his hands behind his head. "Hold on nothing. I like wild rides that don't have seatbelts."
"Here we go then," Moira replied. She leaned in between his knees and began kissing in lascivious fashion his turgid cock. Unable to reach the veined topside with her lips or tongue, she breezed smooth fingertips up and down. She drew his thighs in close with her elbows so he could feel the warmth of her bulging tits on them for added pleasure. Before too long she felt his left hand stroking at her lush, simply-styled shoulder-length hair.
"I think it's gonna be a short ride this time around," he told her.
"We'll treat it as a training run," Moira answered. Lurching forward, she moved her face up over his cockhead, ovaled her velvet lips and lowered her warm oral ring onto his glans. She sucked sensuously and gulped in one inch of shaft, then another, then one more.
Randy groaned and his hips squirmed as his prick was crammed into the top of her throat and surrounded by wet, hugging mouth. "Ooohhh, Jesus, that settles it. I can feel the end of the line."
Moira's cheeks hollowed out as her head lifted. Her chin went from side to side as her tongue washed freely over his excited meat. She commenced bobbing at a steady pace, sending the tugs of need deeper into his system, intensifying his excitement as completion neared and enriching his preliminary pleasure. She used both hands on his hips to restrain his movements, further enhancing his horny agony. Her drawn-up nipples touched lightly on his thighs, even more fun.
"Gawd, Gawd," Randy breathed, his hands sweeping tenderly through Moira's hair, "it's so good I can't believe it... don't stop... don't stop...."
Moira increased her tempo and tightened her lewd oral grip on his pecker. He was entitled to her best effort and she wasn't sure she could have given him less even if she didn't "owe" him something. He was quite a delightful young man. Handsome, charming, fun, not afraid to let his enjoyment show... terrific.
"I'm so close I can taste it," Randy groaned.
Let me taste it, she thought to herself and gave his cock a long, washing pull to get her wish across to Randy. His hips strained upward to thrust his near-to-bursting pecker into her mouth and she knew he'd gotten the message. Something deeper inside him was compelled to respond when he found he couldn't move, and Moira readied herself.
Randy's nuts bunched, his cock went to absolute attention, then swelled. It spasmed and the first jet of his pressurized seed erupted into Moira's sucking mouth. Randy groaned sighingly as spurt after spurt of his hot stuff left its deep chamber and sweet satisfaction surged into his craving system. The spasms of his ejaculating penis seemed to last for ages but Moira tirelessly held with him, sweetly determined to make everything as wonderful as possible for him.
"Oh Moira," he breathed. Then, as an afterthought, "I can call you Moira, can't I?"
She laughed warmly into his softening prick and hugged it with her tongue. "Mm-hmmm."
Outside, the door to the secretary's office breezed open and Kent King came walking in. Thirty five years old, he was the football coach at Elmwood. A former player in the pros, he still looked like he could do a job-tall, strong, no excess fat to speak of. Ah, but the knees were finished. Too bad, but not the end of the world by any means. "Sloan in?" he asked the cute redhead behind the small desk.
"Gone home, I think," Beth replied. "Gone somewhere anyway."
"I wanted to talk to her."
"Did she know that?"
"No."
"She'll be busy all day tomorrow, although you might be able to catch her at lunch."
"Guess I can live with that," he decided, then turned to walk out. "Bye now."
"So long, Champ," Beth said without watching him go. She checked her watch and looked impatiently at Moira's locked door. But she stayed put, as she was obligated to do. And told herself to get used to the idea that it was going to be a long wait.
Planting her hands on the seat, Moira kissed her way up the front of Randy's body. She paused to lightly lick at his reposed nipples, then drew her knees up one after the other and sat astride his lower thighs. Leaning forward, she tenderly cupped his handsome face and pressed her lips to his. She flirted her tongue tip at his oral entrance and he snatched her tongue inside. He sucked it sweetly.
Presently he let his mouth roam out across a smooth cheek, down the line of her neck, past her shoulder, finally to her breasts. Moira placed both hands on his knees behind her and leaned back, giving him comfortable and complete access to her tingle-peaked boobies. He was such a gentleman she was tempted to squirm. It was unnatural for him to be the recipient of pleasure for too long. He had to reciprocate. What a sweetheart.
"Ooohhh you have such beautiful boobs," he moaned sincerely, and promptly drew a plump nipple into his mouth.
"Mmmmmm," cooed Moira. "You know what to do with them too."
"My youth hasn't been completely mis-spent," he said to that and shifted to her other fleshy orb. He gave that one as loving a suck as he'd given the first.
Meanwhile his right hand was easing down over the flat of her belly. He twisted his arm and sent fingers first through her fluff of hair, under to her bare folds of foreflesh. He rubbed her suddenly swelling vulva and, catching a hint of wetness, inserted a bold middle finger into her steamy gash.
Moira thrilled as she felt the wriggly penetration deepen. Eager for attention of a sudden, her well-toned lining cozied up to Randy's digit and held it snugly as he slid it with provocative slowness in and out. She couldn't help wiggling with delight. His touch was fun and his mouth knew plenty of ways to turn her on. Right now he was licking a tingly areola.
"You're giving me a bit of a need, Randy," she said to him, her voice mildly straining. "If you don't follow through it's going to play hell with our relationship."
"Relax, lady. I've got nothing but good intentions for you."
"I'm relieved to hear that. And I get a funny feeling you'll be able to deliver."
He continued easing his finger up into her and out to the tight ring of her threshold. She was experienced enough to take little cunt-nips at him, something he found to be a real kick. "I may not be as good as you are, but I haven't had any complaints. Care for a demonstration?"
"Just tell me how you want me."
Randy had her lie down on the couch, her head pillowed by her blazer in one corner. She folded one leg up against the back of the seat and let her other foot rest on the floor, but only until Randy knelt before her. He lifted her foot and placed it on his shoulder, pushed her leg up and away as he leaned in.
"I guess you have been around," Moira observed.
Randy nuzzled the downy softness of her dark patch of hair and inhaled the rich aroma of her percolating twat. "You have to be the best ever," he thought aloud.
"If I must, I must," Moira said, keeping things light.
Randy gazed in fascination and admiration at Moira's swollen vulva. Her outer labia seemed to be crowded up against the inner, which were the thickest he'd seen. It was the mature, well-developed cunt of a mature, experienced woman. Kind of intimidating on one hand, it challenged him to impress her. But there was also something soft about it too, welcoming, encouraging.
Ass on heels on the carpeting, Randy bowed low again between her gorgeous legs and nuzzled Moira's pouty foreflesh with his lips. He teased her with kissing-type nudges and soon witnessed the rise of her reddened girl cock. She was a passionate woman, quick to heat up-he needn't have worried about impressing her or anything like that. He'd do just fine.
In less of a teasing fashion, Randy turned to exploring the ridges and hollows of Moira's outer cunt. He did avoid contact with her puffed-up clit, which began to wear on Moira before too long. She tried to shift herself at just the right time and trick him into giving her a lick on the magic place. But Randy was always too ready for her.
"You could tease a girl once too often," Moira murmured to Randy, much more jokingly than seriously.
"You already gave me a tongue-lashing," he replied. "Now it's my duty to be bad."
Moira slipped both hands to her heavy tits and squeezed. She decided to shut up and enjoy his winning way. It was so seldom that she got good tongue-blabbing only kept her from fully enjoying as much as she should.
Randy dipped his tongue into the moistness of her sex-slit. The rich taste of her surrounded his tongue and seemed to draw it deeper into her lining. He burrowed his probe into Moira and she squirmed above him, lewdly cuddling her hills of tit.
He continued flicking his tip at her labia and into her hot threshold, the softness there, but gradually he decided that Moira had had enough teasing. And he'd had enough fooling around. Flicking his tongue at her sweetly aching clit, Randy got down to the nitty-gritty.
Moira's body curved excitedly as she sensed what was happening. The sudden bold busyness of Randy's probe sent her desire into deeper regions while at the same time drawing pent-up satisfaction to its dispersal point. Her climax was nearing and she couldn't have been happier.
Her hips went into a grinding action, lifting her famished cunt at Randy's talented mouth. He tended to sweep his tongue against, and inside, her with circular motions and it was great fun to work against them. Lewd charges of excitement washed over her and then seeped down unnoticed through a complicated system that transformed it into satisfaction. It went unnoticed because there was always a fresh wash of excitement following virtually in conjunction with the last, and it had a greater intensity. What Moira did notice was the magical, mystical growth of climax deep down inside-pent-up sensations that got sweeter and hotter with each touch of Randy's tongue on her inflamed cooze.
Panting gasps escaped Moira's throat as the wonderful carnal process neared its end. She lurched her cunt boldly but gently at Randy's stabbing tongue and felt herself being stirred to a frenzy of lust, passion and anticipation. There was the feeling that she was on a magic carpet, being carried up, up and finally away into carnal heaven.
Vivid contractions pulsed the sweetness of completion through her tormented body. Sensations of ecstasy raced with one another to fill Moira with the satisfaction she craved. For endless ages she was a teeming bundle of wonderful pleasures-wonderful at the very least. And once again she had discovered how good a person could feel, how alive she could be in mind and body.
As satisfaction settled into the farthest reaches of her desire, Moira's body softened. Her thighs, ass and pussy structure trembled with aftermath and she came down from those dazzling heights of emotion. There was the smallest hint of disappointment that it was over, but it felt kind of nice down here too.
As Randy lapped up her secret oils, Moira let the fingers of a hand drift into his hair. He ran his hands over her thighs and presently up her body to her softened tits. Shortly he began a trail of kisses up over her mons to her smooth belly. Moira sat up with her legs to either side of him and, cupping his face in her hands, she gave him a long, satisfying kiss.
Randy got to his feet and she rose with him, her arms wiring behind his neck. He drew her close as he asserted a kiss between her lips. Moira's cunt mound pressed in tantalizingly against his slightly revived penis and her damp heat drew further arousal to it. When his pecker tried to rise between their bodies, Moira lowered a hand to it and applied long, loose in and out strokes. Randy grew big and hard in her smooth hand and faint tingles touched his insides when she cuddled his balls.
"I'll bet I know what you want," Moira said, gazing down in appreciating fashion at his fat length. She softly raked her fingernails along the topside, then curled her fist about the shaft and smoothed it back to its curly-haired base.
"I want to put my cock in your fantastic cunt and fuck you," Randy said to her.
Moira almost swooned. Frank talk in cozy moments like this was a highly provocative thing. "Watch your language," she joked purringly. "This is the principal you're talking to."
"As far as we're concerned, you're only the principal outside this office," Randy stated.
"I'm glad to hear you say that," Moira replied. "Our 'arrangement' should really be kept secret."
"Not to worry. You've made a gentleman out of me-I won't talk."
"Actually you were always a gentleman. All I did was bring it out to where you could see it."
Randy looked down to where her hand was languishing over and under his virile extension. "That's not all you brought into view."
She smilingly nuzzled the side of his neck and got back onto the original track. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have me fuck you?"
"I'm feeling too lively-I have to be active... It's your fault, of course. You're too exciting for me.
"You have an interesting way with a compliment," Moira murmured, easing away from him. She went to her desk and arranged the two visitor's chairs facing it squarely, at least two feet apart. She sat herself on the edge of the desk with a foot on each chair, leaving her legs open in lewd invitation.
Leaning back on both arms, she purred, "I wonder what kind of way you have with your big cock."
Grinningly, Randy approached her. His cock swung heavily from side to side and nowhere near up and down. He swept a slow, lascivious gaze up her long, shapely legs to the clearly defined ridges of her cunt, then up to her curved out breasts, her faintly flushing face. If she had inhibitions he couldn't even guess at what they might be. Moira was obviously very comfortable with libidinous activity. "You're kind of inspiring," he said quietly. "I'm sure I can come up with something you'll like."
"I know you can, Randy," she answered in something of a distant voice. She was staring rather intently at his erection, now inches from her foreflesh.
Breezing his hands to and fro on her level thighs, Randy spread his feet and planted himself firmly on the carpet. He touched his fat, pointy tip between her reddened inner folds and gave a bold shove with his hips. His body straightened as his cock glided up into her body.
Moira inhaled deeply as the sudden excitement of full-fledged penetration threatened to leave her breathless. The spread of her inner tissues was simply lush-she couldn't remember being more gloriously crammed with prick. "Wow," she breathed, her cheeks getting pinker. "That's what I call getting off to a good start."
Randy pulled his cock out to that snug threshold of hers and promptly shoved his full length back up her hugging tunnel. Continuing the virile type action, he felt the grate of his glans ridge bring heat to her soft tissues and lubricating oils to bathe his slightly ranting penis.
Randy's pace slowed gradually as his privates became acquainted with Moira's and a particularly well-fitting bond shaped into being. As he pulled her grasping heat was stretched outward, then pushed back firmly and deeply into its socket-they were that intimately attached. And how tremendously enjoyable it was.
"I wish I could go on like this forever," Randy said.
"When you get excited enough you'll tell yourself you have been doing it forever," she said to that. "And so will I."
"Join me," he said then, sliding both hands under her thighs toward her ass. Shifting her weight onto arms and legs, Moira eased forward until her rump was clear of the desk. Then she backed off as Randy held still and their loins separated. She eased toward him and he slipped his hips forward. "Double the friction, double the excitement," he said as they met down below.
"More," she said thickly, her head lolling back. "More."
The next person into Beth's office was Liz Danley, a pretty blond biology teacher. Beth stood and leaned over the desk and the two women kissed. The first one was sweet, a silent hello. The second smooch was much longer, ever deepening until something inside, way down, was touched, and their lips parted as though satisfied.
"Let's go to my place," Liz said enthusiastically. "You go ahead and get ready. I'm standing guard."
Liz looked to the principal's door. "Who's she balling now?"
"Now you know I can't tell. I keep her secrets and she keeps ours."
Liz dropped the subject with a smile. "Right. Hurry over, will you. I thought up a new game."
"Yummy. I'll try not to arrive out of breath."
They smooched again and Liz moved to leave. Opening the door she glanced at the entrance to the principal's office. "Quite a little school you have here."
Beth grinned. "I'll bet we don't know the half of it."
CHAPTER TWO
That night when the school was all locked up and empty a figure with long blond hair approached a back entrance. Entering the murk that was not illuminated by the moon, she walked up to the scant outline of the door. It opened silently and without breaking her easy stride she went in.
Sandi waited while Barney the janitor re-locked the door, then walked with him up a flight of stairs toward a lighted room. On the way his hand lifted to her back and rubbed familiarly. Sandi veered in to his side and put her arm about his waist.
"Here we are again," Barney murmured as they entered the large room. Adjacent to the offices of the principal and her secretary, it had once served as a conference room. Now it was one of the faculty lounges-during the day, at least. At night, well, sometimes it served a variety of purposes.
"Just you and me and our little secret," Sandi said lightly, turning toward Barney, slinking both arms about him. She was the stereotype of the California girl, from yellow hair, blue eyes, tanned, smooth complexion all over, all put together for consideration as a centerfold. Barney perhaps did not fit many people's idea of what a janitor looked like. He was fit and trim with square-jawed good looks. At forty he was somewhat weather-beaten, which added to the appeal, and easy-going as one who had accepted his lot in life tended to be.
Barney put his arms about his young prize and drew her close, savoring the press of her fresh titties, the nearness of those fairly new-born curves. He was tempted to kiss her pouty, half-grinning, sassy mouth and he followed through. He poured his tongue into her mouth and took easy command, taking his time to get re-acquainted with the nooks and crannies of her mouth.
"Ooooo," Sandi breathed, "you always did know how to make me feel wanted."
"That was only half my intention, kid."
Wiring both arms behind his neck, Sandi drew his mouth to her own and wriggled her wet probe between his lips, up behind his teeth and along the roof of his mouth. Her tip arrived at a soft spot in the back and she paused for a long moment, gently holding her tongue in place. It did something to him and soon she could feel the rise of his penis in snug denims.
"There," she said presently, "I've kissed you back. Now we're even."
He gave her a playful slap on the rump. The enticing rump. "You're not looking at the big picture."
She grinned knowingly. "You mean I owe you for something else-well, I know that. But you haven't delivered yet."
"Now you well know I need something in advance."
"You can't blame a girl for trying, can you?"
"Hell no. I like a girl who has spunk."
"As long as she doesn't have enough to keep you from wrapping her around your little finger," she teased.
Barney chuckled. "I thought you had me around yours."
"We'll have to sit down and talk that out... someday."
"And right now?"
"Got that history test all copied and ready for me?"
"That, and a few other treasures."
"Treasures, huh?" She looked down at the long outline of his cock. She touched the front of his jeans with a soft hand and gave his balls a warm cuddle. "Mind if I polish your jewels?"
Barney chuckled again. "I like the way you think, kid."
"Try this on for size-get your clothes off."
"I love it, I just love it," Barney answered and toed off his sneakers. He watched Sandi and Sandi watched him as they both got stitchless. By that point in time they had both become remarkably familiar with one another's body, but it was still a pleasure to have another look. Other things were still very much as they had been also. Sometimes better.
Finishing first, Sandi knelt on the carpeted floor and settled her ass back on her heels. Good feelings touched her inside as Barney whisked off his shorts and exposed his cock. It was already straight and a faint reddish color pervaded the entire length. His hairless nut-sac was stuffed with delectable things, one of which she would be drinking before too long.
Barney stepped up in front of Sandi as she swept her eyes over his well-cared for build. Her gaze settled in once more on his genitals and she brushed a warm cheek along the near side of his outreaching pecker. She sensed a distinct increase in dimension and intensity of hardness, but her mouth was watering for other things just now. Two other things.
Sandi ducked slightly, twisted her head and scooped Barney's balls into her lovely little mouth. She held his tender bits in the sweetest of oral hugs and eased her soft tongue into action. She slithered the flat of her tip with loving care all over the hidden shapes of his testicles and the sac of skin itself.
"Oh baby," Barney groaned with a fair amount of calm. "You're too good to me."
"We'll debate that someday too," she promised lightly as she released his nuts. Placing the fingertips of a hand on the far side of his red length, she commenced kissing her way bit by bit up the near side.
Her body straightened and she faced forward upon arriving at his tumid glans. Her small hand took hold of the base of Barney's dong and held it in place as she licked the drop of anticipatory come from his tiny opening. Sandi continued licking all over the smooth glans, her tongue warm, wet velvet. She used her free hand to apply sweeping touches to the upper half of the cock.
"Lie down," she purred to him finally. "If I'm going to take you past my lips, it's going to be deep."
"All or nothing," Barney observed as he turned and lay down next to her on the floor. "Not a bad way to go."
Sandi straddled his shoulders, smilingly and without hesitation. She dropped forward onto all fours, then slid her hands down his thighs and stretched. She moaned with rising pleasure and nuzzled the underside of his slanted prick. "Looks fine down here," she murmured. "How's the view for you?"
Hands clasped under his head, Barney was gazing up at Sandi's lewdly exposed crotch and posterior with an appreciative sort of grin on his face. "View's fine," he told her. "Too bad my tongue isn't longer."
"If it was..." she began, pausing to give his pecker smoothness a lick, "you'd put it to use and..." another lick, "it would distract you from how good things are for your cock." She concluded with a full-length sweep of her tongue.
"You really are too good to me," he sighed.
She giggled, doubting that he meant it and that it was true. For the risks he took for her sometimes, she wasn't too good to him. Besides, he often found ways to be good to her, going above and beyond the call of obligation. "I'm gonna suck your cock," she said, the words escaping her from somewhere.
She puckered her full lips and touched them to his hot tip. They were moist and when she went forward they slid easily onto Barney's glans, spreading to a comfortable oval around his virile meat. Sandi continued taking in more and more of his cock, gentle gulping one inch sucks at a time. She'd never tell anyone how old she'd been when she first took a cock into her mouth, or at what age she'd overcome her gag reflex. It was enough that she had done both. It was a bonus that she loved it, and had naturally become very adept at mouthing a full-fledged pecker.
Barney's reaction to her "gift" went deeper. He was enthralled by the feeling of his entire cock being taken into her body the oral way. His hands gripped her sinewy thighs and his eyes closed as her chin rubbed his pubic hair-subconsciously he believed it necessary to work at holding onto his sanity. To hold onto something, at least.
With practiced ease, Sandi began riding her mouth along Barney's dong. She swept her tongue over every portion that she could reach and hugged with the complete circle of her lips. Her sucks were gentle, almost soft, but just the type to drive him up a slow wall of excitement. She drew one hand up to cuddle his balls and she continually pressed her tits into his lower body. Her other hand went between Barney's legs and she worked them slowly apart with light touches.
Barney listened happily to the soft sucking sounds of her delightful mouth, the soft slides of her hanging tits on his skin. The erotic noises sent trails of arousal sparks down his spine, into his loins. Shortly he became aware of a new sound, a rasping sound. Opening his eyes he found Sandi massaging her blond-haired foreflesh.
Continuing to suck the hefty penis, Sandi inserted her middle finger into her cunt. Her walls were oozing preliminary liquids but a few strokes and swirls brought out the wetter stuff. Barney got a kick out of watching and that was nice, but she was out to give him a bigger thrill. One that would prompt more than a slight working of his hips.
Watching her stroking finger, Barney slid his hands up to the fullness of her ass and rubbed warmly. His palms lowered and a thumb reached in from either side, pulled her tender labia aside. He thrilled lowly as he saw her finger working in and out of her hot pink threshold, pronging her inflamed sponginess.
But his pleasure proved short-lived and disappointment touched him as he witnessed the disappearance of her hand. Almost immediately Barney discovered the reason for Sandi taking her hand away. Her wet fingertip touched to the hot threshold of his ass-hole.
Sandi heard a tiny gasp of surprise behind her and giggled sweetly into Barney's prick. She continued to languorously deep throat him and added pressure with her tinily swirling finger. With his legs hung wide she had free access to his posterior and was able to burrow her slick digit up into him.
She felt his hands gripping at the backs of her legs as he moaned, "You're driving me crazy, baby. Just plain crazy."
Sandi giggled in agreement and withdrew her finger, coinciding it with a swift, easy swallowing of his cock. Sliding her wriggly digit back into him prompted the release of his pecker, and on it went.
As Barney's moans and groans became more heartfelt she could picture his head rolling from side to side, face strained with passion. She could sense the high level of excitement and anticipation inside him. So she increased the tempo of both assaults and gave him what he had come to crave.
Soft spasms hinted at the closeness of his climax, then it arrived with body-twisting intensity. His big cock spasmed hard in her throat as his sphincter muscle grabbed repeatedly at her driving finger. Jet after jet of thick, creamy jiz poured into her as rich washes of relief sailed through Barney's bod.
His groans turned into pleased sighs, his hands moved softly on the backs of Sandi's legs as he went limp under her. She pulled her finger free and cuddled his balls as she gave Barney's cock her last comforting sucks.
"Wild," he murmured. "Too much."
Sandi swung her leg over and rolled onto her knees next to him. His taste was still with her and she rolled it around in her mouth while idling a hand on his hairy chest. "You're satisfied, I take it."
"For the time being," he said, lifting onto an elbow.
"I think I've spoiled you," she teased.
"You probably have." He reached for his jeans and from the back pocket took some folded papers, handed the wad to her. "But as long as it gets you what you want, what the hell?"
Sandi took the copy of tomorrow's history test-the original was "safely" locked away in a filing cabinet elsewhere in the school-and she gave them brief perusal. "I guess I'll settle for a 'B' this time, since I've such a short time to, ahem, study."
"A "B" is a good way to throw suspicion from yourself."
"Have you been seeing Miss Hargrove lately?"
Barney nodded. "She'll be springing one of her surprise tests on you next week."
"Damn. Do you think you could sneak a glimpse at it for me?"
"I could be persuaded," he hinted.
"You coy devil." she said, and kissed his belly. "What would I do without you?"
"Fail."
"Don't be silly. I'd just get busy and bed down with Miss Hargrove myself. And Mister Horton, and... whoever."
"Boy, do I feel needed."
"Maybe you aren't badly needed, Barney, but you are wanted. You do make things a lot easier for me, and I appreciate that, so don't feel bad, will you?"
"I can't help it. Come here you little brat and cheer me up."
"Love to," she enthused. Paper went flying as she dove for him.
Kent King opened the door of his modest home that evening and found Sheila Cassidy standing there on his stoop. She was in a rather close fitting white dress with matching high-healed sandals. Her black hair was a cloud of curls, framing a tanned, strong-featured face. Her big smoky eyes gazed out at him from under a slightly lowered brow. Arms folded and hips thrown to one side, and he couldn't help thinking there was something whore-like about her. He would have thought that even if he didn't know her like he did.
"Oh look at him," she said in her sultry voice, eyes traveling his form unabashedly. "Standing there in his T-shirt, drinking a beer out of the can, muscles long and firm and all over the place, no wonder I can't help coming around time after time."
"Hi yourself, Sheila," he replied, taking a swig.
"I heard a disturbing rumor today. Can I come in and discuss it with you? Since you are the subject of the rumor..."
"By all means." Kent showed her into his undersized living room and she took a seat on the couch. He offered her a drink and she took a swallow of his beer, contenting herself with that. Kent sat in his favorite armchair, shifted it to face her and leaned forward. "Now. What lies are they telling about me?"
"They say you're leaving town, that you've got a job in some college." She sounded like she didn't want to hear it was true. Which didn't make him feel too comfortable.
"For once the rumors are true," Kent admitted, willing himself to look her in the eye. She averted her gaze, but he saw the flash of disappointment, the momentary look of desperation that had brought her to him in the first place. Kent silently prayed for things not to get sticky. Keep your chin up, woman. You promised there would be no attachments, no tears at the end.
"I suppose it was bound to happen," she allowed.
Kent sat back in his chair. What was there to say?
"But I hadn't made any... preparations..." she went on.
"You still have time to get used to the idea. I'll be around 'til the end of the last semester."
"Time to shop around for a replacement, you mean."
He shrugged. "Call it what you want, as long as it works out to your satisfaction."
Sheila faced him, hesitated, then asked, "Take me with you?"
"No."
"Why not? I could be good for you. Good to you. And besides, we could get into some kind of normal relationship, away from this sordid routine we've been caught up in."
"My heart wouldn't be in it."
"I'll steal your heart. Just give me half a chance."
Kent shook his head. "Too late. It's already been stolen."
"Oh? By who?"
"I'd rather not get into that if you don't mind."
"Alright Kent. Maybe instead you can tell me what I'm going to do without you."
"You'll find someone new. A woman with your looks and, uh, personality, shouldn't have any trouble attracting prospects. A woman with your taste should just as easily pick the right man."
Sheila crossed her legs. A slit in the front of her dress exposed legs to mid-thigh. "I've already found the right man."
"No," he countered. "Believe me, you've found the wrong one."
"You just don't want to play along, do you," she observed.
"It's better this way."
Pausing musingly, Sheila got gradually to her feet. She ambled toward Kent and took a casual seat high in his lap. "Do I at least get a crack at changing your mind? At rescuing your poor stolen heart?" Her hand toyed at the nape of his neck.
"I figure that's up to you," Kent replied. "But I warn you, the effort will be futile."
"You sound definite. This mystery woman of yours must really have you where you live."
"Why torture yourself?" he asked. "Why don't we just shake hands and go our separate ways?"
"I think you're bluffing, stud." She lifted his chin with a curled finger and treated his lips to a warm kiss. Her tongue came flirtingly out, between his lips. Her arms encircled his neck and she held on firmly as her knowing probe went sensuously from one soft spot to another inside his mouth.
She was in her own way putting up a fight against separating, but Kent found himself somewhat glad. He wondered about his feelings for Moira, wondered if they were the real article or if he was just pining for someone he hadn't had yet. Or it could have been something else entirely. At any rate, he expected Sheila could help get everything clear in his head. If she made him want to take her with him, then Moira would be best forgotten. If Sheila failed and he remained attracted to Moira, then he would begin pursuit of that Sloan woman with no holding back. So this romp with Sheila would be a test for him, and he welcomed it.
"How am I doing so far?" Sheila purred as she nuzzled his ear. She washed her tongue tip against his lobe.
"You've got my beer ready to froth over," he answered.
Sheila squirmed her full, soft ass against his lap in feeling fashion. She noted a certain swelling in his crotch. "I think I've got your attention."
"So far so good." As she fed him another stirring kiss, Kent set the can of beer on the floor and smoothed his hand over her back. His other hand went to a bare knee and ventured upward, softly squeezed her lower thigh.
"Mmmmm," Sheila observed. "Now a response. Interesting."
"The play-by-play may work against you," he advised.
"Always the gentleman," she said, "but I think you're wrong. You're stubborn, and you need to have things pointed out to you in no uncertain terms before you accept them."
"We'll see."
"Your cock is getting big. You're getting interested in seeing me naked." The buttons of her dress were to one side and she proceeded to undo them. She exposed her pouting breasts, easing a dainty hand over and under them in front of Kent's face to enhance the allure. Her fingers gradually settled in cupping fashion under the nearest one. She eased the pulpy nipple toward his mouth, then softly brushed the flat point over his lips.
Kent had always found her boobs irresistible and he couldn't resist snatching her scrumptious peak between his lips. He sucked the stump of sensitive flesh into his wet warmth and went warm all over as he felt the nipple extend, swell, harden. He washed his tongue over it and the dark areola and, opening his mouth wide, was able to reach her smooth, tanned skin.
Shuddering slightly, Sheila pulled her boob from Kent's mouth and twisted to offer him the other one. She felt the hard size of his penis under her buttock and when his mouth made contact with her as yet untouched tit a rush of excitement went through Sheila. Wanting suddenly for him to feel something similar, she allowed him only a short moment to taste her second nipple. Sheila pulled it away and got to her feet.
In no time at all she was out of her dress and panties. Drawing Kent from the chair, she proceeded to undress him. As each button of his shirt was undone she planted a kiss on his soft-haired chest, then a shower of tender kisses as she peeled the garment from him.
Kneeling, she got rid of his footwear and his jeans. She crouched low and kissed her way up his legs, starting at his ankles and alternating from one leg to the other, inside and outside, then the front parts too as she reached his thighs. Kent found it all pretty knee-weakening to be sure, but he had a feeling any woman would have had the same effect on him. So far, Sheila had done little to retrieve his heart, although she did have his libido secure in her hot little grasp. But the best was yet to come.
Sheila kissed Kent's pecker through his briefs while slowly drawing them from his hips. The thick base came into view under his cute outgrowth of light brown hair and she started licking. More and more of him was exposed and the slides of her broad tongue became longer, more lush, more arousing. She was peeling back layer after layer of indifference... But still she had not broken through to touch him where he lived.
Finally his cock was free of its confines and it lifted in a silent purr against Sheila's cheek, which she had tilted to the side. Turning her head, she ran her parted lips along the smooth side of his fat length, then pushed them forward to enclose his bloated glans.
Removing his shorts as she sucked down on his pecker, Sheila cuddled Kent's balls in one hand and brushed his ass with the other. Tingles popped into life inside him and the strokes he was giving her hair gained more feeling. He was touched by the sincerity of feeling behind her actions and couldn't help responding to that.
Briefly he wished that she would succeed in her quest to win him over to her side. He felt tempted to go that way, to help her out at least, somehow. But he realized he was being sentimental, and was letting her knowing touches influence his decision-making process, trying to hurry it along. This was a time for observation and evaluation, nothing else.
Sheila contentedly rode her mouth back and forth on Kent's virile extension. She alternated the grasp of her lips from soft to firm, sometimes kept her tongue still and other times sending it in a long sweep along his underside.
"Now that you're warmed up," she said, releasing his cock and rising in front of Kent, "You'll get what you really want." She guided him to the couch and lay him down on his back. Straddling his hips and leaning forward with shoulders squared, she opened her foreflesh with two fingers and promptly took his flesh-stretching penis up into her body. All the way.
"There now," Sheila purred after laying her superbly endowed body onto his, "doesn't that feel better?"
"Why ask? You know what turns me on."
"I was digging for something-a positive answer would have meant I was getting to you."
"Clever girl."
Sheila shifted forward and back in short distances on him: Her body undulated from side to side, moving his cock around inside her as she fucked him, which he liked. She kissed softly at his neck and face, pressing her heavy tits at his chest. "It does feel better than usual, doesn't it," she remarked.
Kent idly touched at her curly hair. "Because it's not some kind of business arrangement."
"Exactly... You never said-did you resent very much having to fuck me to get the sports equipment and other stuff you needed?"
"Not really," he admitted. "I was just grateful for someone to fuck, a relationship without personal involvement."
"Have I let you down?" she asked, continuing to ease to and fro, nuzzle at his neck and shoulders.
"No. Everything's just fine."
"I'm getting the same feeling. I think I'm doing well." Gripping his shoulders, Sheila lifted onto straight arms. She took longer slides on his pecker and she hugged her trained pussy in close. "Tell me about this woman who stole your heart. Is she nicer looking? Is she hotter for you than I am?"
Kent shrugged a shoulder. "She stole my heart. She's everything."
"I'm not sure that's an answer to my question."
"It's all you're gonna get," he promised.
Sheila erected herself above him, continuing to slide her hot, wet pussy up and down his cock with smooth undulations and now enchanting hip-swirls. "Does she have better tits? A sexier build? Can she do things in a way I can't?"
Kent laughed softly, finding something delightful in the lewd tone of her questioning. Then he answered, "None of that matters. It's what she has inside that counts."
"Will she happily submit to doing whatever you want?"
"Whatever happened to the play-by-play?"
"Okay stud, here it is. You're being somewhat evasive, secretive, and that's un-like you. I get the feeling that you don't know the answers. This woman has so far been out of your reach."
Kent lifted onto his elbows. "You think so?"
She settled into a still position with her cunt lips firmly on his groin and lazed her open hands up and down and across his torso. "You're gambling, aren't you," she concluded. "You're giving me up and you're going to chase someone you might not catch, someone you might not even want when you do get her, if you do."
"I have faith in myself. And in her."
"I hope you do, Kent. Because if it all falls through for you, you won't be able to come to me. You dump me, and it's for keeps. Permanent."
Kent lay down again. "That may be something to take into account," he allowed.
"I intended it that way," Sheila replied. She slid her hands all the way up into his soft hair. Going forward onto her elbows, she stroked it tenderly away from his face. His head squirmed within the loving touches. His body lifted so her hanging tits could rest on his chest.
"Take this into account, in case you haven't already," she purred. "I'll do absolutely anything for you, with you, to you... Anything." The last word was a whisper and she said it while diving for his mouth. She shot her bold tongue inside and lustily kissed him. It was designed to stir something deep inside him. Real deep. Down where he lived.
Kent felt a glimmer of response. His hands went to Sheila's flanks, then his arms went about her body and he pulled her close. She moaned happily into his mouth and he reciprocated the soul-stirring kiss.
But something happened, or didn't happen, and the special feeling of closeness drifted away. His embrace softened and Kent's arms slid from her, though he continued touching her. "You had me there, for a second."
"You sound surprised," she told him.
"I guess I am, a little."
"Tell me what you want to do and we'll do it," she invited, stroking his hair again.
"I think we're doing it."
"A man of simple tastes. I can live with that. But how about a taste of variety?" Sheila disengaged herself from his stiff pecker and held her ass up in the air. Leaving her tits warmly planted on Kent's chest, she reached under the raised portion of her body and fit a slender hand about his cock. She stroked lovingly at it, also running her open hand over and under and around the beautiful length from time to time. "I'm using my imagination. Why don't you wake yours up?"
Kent grinned. "You really know what you're doing, don't you."
"Sure seems that way. You can't beat experience, I guess."
"I'll never knock it, that's for sure. God your hand feels good on me down there. like your mouth, your cunt...."
"You left something out," Sheila noticed. "I'll remind you of what it is, whether you need reminding or not." She scrambled down his body and began applying a thick coat of saliva to his prick. With that done she moved up over him again and drew both knees up, lowering her posterior. Ends of her pubic hair brushed his belly as she went back. The glistening head of his cock was put in direct contact with her anus.
Kent inhaled deeply as he felt the pressure of her ass-hole. Sheila took his glans into her stretchy orifice, paused a moment to adjust, then sank back and impaled her anal tunnel with his baking prick. She shuddered hotly and moaned, then looked at Kent with a pleased little smile on her lips, daring shining in her eyes. "How does my ass feel, Kent?"
Reaching up, Kent drew Sheila down and kissed her for a long moment. Once more he had been touched by the sincerity of her feeling for him, the simple willingness she had to happily do whatever it took to win him, and keep him. But it seemed to him now that she wasn't going to succeed. She touched him, but not deeply enough. That one time when she'd broken through all the way was now seen as a one-time only thing, caused by doubts that had since healed over. So the kiss was one of sentiment, not love. It was also apologetic, in feeling-he knew how much she wanted him but he couldn't deliver.
"I'm not going to make it, am I," Sheila realized slowly.
"No," he said, touching her face.
She sighed sadly. But she found that it was not as bad as she'd thought it would be. Perhaps because she knew there would be other men. There always were.
The seduction now turned into a long, hot goodbye.
CHAPTER THREE
Kent only had to wait ten minutes for Moira to arrive at the cafeteria next day. She got a sandwich and some juice and came over to his table, sat down.
"I hear you've been looking for me," she said by way of greeting and unwrapped her meal.
She'd never been one for small talk or mindless pleasantries, he knew. It was one of the things he liked about her. That, and the fact that even when she was all-business, she never quite lost human warmth. Strong but soft all at once, she was. Beautiful. Trouble was, that human quality about her never got very big. She never seemed to show more than a liking for people. It was as if she thought people nice to visit but nothing to live with. Nothing to get all wrought up over. He wondered if maybe there was a big chunk of ice buried somewhere inside her that prevented stronger feelings from growing.
"I was," Kent answered. "The rumor has been going around that I'm on my way to someplace else. I want to make things clear."
"Good," she said. "I've been getting anxious about this."
"I've had an offer from a college in the northwest and I'm seriously considering accepting it."
Moira sighed. "I knew this would happen. Nothing draws job offers like a superb winning record."
"I'm also seriously considering not accepting."
That surprised her. "Why?"
"I've only been coaching for two years. I have things to learn yet. If I go now and fail it could be damaging. For both my image, and my ego."
"Then maybe you can be talked into staying?"
"I wouldn't rule that out."
"Well good-o. I'll gather some reasons for you to stay and make my pitch. Let's get together soon."
"Fine, but let's not make it here," Kent answered, pushing away his half consumed tray of food. "I can't think straight anywhere near the stuff they serve around here."
It didn't take long for Moira to come up with the solution. "What you need is some home-cooking. Some of mine, to be precise."
Kent's expression brightened. "I smell an invitation here."
"Come over tomorrow night," she said. "My cooking will affect your judgment too, but since it'll work in the school's favor, what the hell?"
"We'll see about that, big talker," he replied smilingly.
He was starting to feel pretty good. All he'd ever wanted was some time alone with her, away from the school. This was perfect. In the security of her own home she would be relaxed, especially since they would be meeting under the guise of business, and he would be able to get a better idea of just what kind of being this Moira Sloan was. Not that it mattered much-he was going to take her however she was, whatever she was. But in learning about her he would learn what angle of seduction would work best, and that did matter. A man couldn't win a woman until he first knew how.
And now, Kent was on his way to finding out. Fantastic.
The skirt must have had at least a couple hundred pleats in it, Kent thought when she greeted him at the door. The blouse would have been blatantly transparent if soaking wet. Her dark brown hair appeared more full-bodied than usual, her face prettier. And she seemed particularly glad to see him.
Moira touched his arm as he came in and she took the bottle of wine he offered. She escorted him into the well-lit dining room, which was separated from the kitchen by a counter. The table was set and tasty aromas filled the room. Moira got him busy opening the wine as she prepared to serve the meal.
He was a meat and potatoes man and Moira had planned accordingly. His eyes fairly lit up when a thick, juicy steak and the appropriate trimmings were set before him. And when he took his first bite-heaven. "My supreme compliments to the cook."
"Why thank you," she smiled. "I put a fair amount of effort into this meal, I'll have you know."
"You're starting to make me feel pretty wanted."
"Professionally speaking, of course," she replied. But there was a funny little glint in her eyes that hinted at hidden meaning. Was she interested in more than just business? It seemed too good to be true and he was hesitant to believe it, but. . .
Kent made no real reply to her remark, just put on a slightly glinting look of his own, but one of amusement instead of secrecy. If she was getting ideas, it showed that he was wise. And receptive.
"Tell me about yourself, Kent," Moira said then, changing gears. "Let's get to know one another a little better."
"Business can wait, is that it."
"I think it's something that should be eased into."
"So do I. Do you want to hear the story from the beginning?"
"It's your story. Tell it the way you see fit."
Quite happily, Kent did just that. Usually he wasn't one to talk about his past history, but he wanted her to know him, and since she wanted that too, it was an easy enough task. Of course, he didn't venture very far away from relating the progress of his career. He talked about the people-some famous, some not-he'd met along the way.
"I didn't hear mention of a wife in there," Moira remarked after he'd brought her up to the present. She'd asked questions about those other people, and now it was time to focus attention on him, and get more personal.
"Never married," he confided. "Never even came close."
"You didn't see the right girl in the crowds that must have flocked to you over the years?"
"That is exactly it. And I was looking, believe me."
"Are you sure you weren't looking too closely?" she suggested.
"Not too closely. More-likely, I was being too critical of what I'd see. I was looking for an ideal and all I'd ever find was mere human being."
"I hope you've changed your ways."
"I'm starting to smarten up. A woman would have to accept my flaws so the least I can do is accept hers."
"And what are your flaws, Kent?"
"Now if I told you that, where would the mystery in life be?"
"Well. Aren't you the coy one."
"For the time being," he allowed. "What I'm doing is waiting for you to start telling your story."
"Oh dear," she said to that. "It's hardly as colorful as yours."
"That doesn't mean it won't interest me," Kent replied.
"There isn't much to tell, really. College, getting a job as a teacher, stepping up to vice-principal, now principal."
"Seems I'm not the only one lacking in marriage," he noticed.
"I came close once," Moira confided. "But we outgrew each other... I suppose I was lucky. If we'd gotten married we would have felt obliged to keep trying to make the relationship work."
"Are you off marriage?"
"You might say that. I'd rather be devoted to making a school work. It seems so much more... worthwhile."
"And safe?"
She went shy. "Does one admit cowardice to a football man?"
Kent chuckled. "One is honest with a football man, nothing more, nothing less."
"Yeah, I'm scared of getting hurt. Who isn't?"
"Most people overcome it, and find themselves rewarded."
"Well, I'd rather play it safe a while longer, if you don't mind. How's that for honesty?"
"It'll do," Kent said, and took a drink of wine to wash down the last bite of the meal.
"Now that my future is settled, let's turn to yours."
"I was wondering when we'd get around to that."
"I'm afraid I haven't been able to come up with much," Moira admitted. "Your own reasons for not going are the best available. The best I can do is remind you of them, and make them sound very convincing."
"I seem to be in a highly receptive mood for persuasion."
Moira reached for the half-empty bottle of wine and stood with it and glass in hand. "Let's have a change of scenery."
He followed her into the cozy living room. The lighting was half that of the dining room, provided by a couple lamps. Moira sat with Kent on the couch and re-filled his glass. "Think it'll help to get me drunk?" he asked.
"I'm a sly fox," she purred. "I'll do whatever it takes...."
Kent chortled, thinking she was joking. They chinked glasses and drank. Their eyes met and held, something that had been happening with greater frequency and for longer periods of time of late. More than business? It was getting clearer all the time. She was turning on to him.
"What do you want to go away to a big, hard-nosed college for, anyway?" Moira wondered aloud. "There's too much pressure on a guy to win, win, win. You should take it easy in high-school ball for a while. You're entitled."
"I appreciate the thought."
"There's too much money and business involved-it's impersonal."
"I should stay where a pat on the back will mean something."
"Where you know you're among friends, people who care."
"Ah, sentiment. I do have a weakness for it."
Moira sipped her wine. "I've told you a number of times that I really appreciate the job you've done at Elmwood," she said in a quiet voice, "but I wonder if I really got it across...."
"I felt it when you were patting me on the back, if that's what you're worried about."
"I'm glad, but it goes deeper than that, beyond that. You've sacrificed a lot for the school, and you've got the kids looking up to you-not just the athletes, either. You deserve more thanks and appreciation than you've been getting."
"I didn't do it for thanks," he said.
"You're too modest by far. Maybe that's why I've been kind of taking you for granted, if not overlooking you completely." She leaned toward him, her hand slipping to his far shoulder, and she gave him a meaningful kiss on the cheek.
It caught him in a small way by surprise, but Kent didn't mind in the least, of course. Facing her, he found Moira looking at him in a new light, or two. His benefit to the school had been underrated, his qualities as a man had been overlooked. She saw him now as someone quite special indeed, he thought. He didn't have to wonder for long what had happened to her decision to play her life safe.
It was only a short moment before Moira's lips went to Kent again. This time she kissed him on the lips, and it lasted, finally eliciting a response other than surprise. Kent pressed his lips to Moira's and a bond of affection and admiration came into being between them.
She pulled on his shoulder and his arm was prompted to slide between her and the back of the couch. Kent drew Moira close and the warmth of their bodies was made to mingle. A very comfortable feeling of togetherness washed down through him, followed by a faint aftermath of light, erotic sparks.
Somewhat abruptly, Moira broke off the kiss. She was worried about each of them holding a glass of wine. "Either the drinks go or the smooching does," she decided.
Kent leaned forward and set his glass on the coffee table. Moira followed suit and together they sat back in the couch. Slipping off her pumps, she folded her legs up and lay them somewhat across Kent's lap-her knees remained raised and it seemed that a heavy breath from Kent would send her pleated skirt all the way up her thighs.
Both seemingly oblivious to that fact, they twisted slightly at the waist and sat facing one another. Her arm was draped across behind his shoulders and his hand was in the small of her back. With his free hand he reached for her free hand and he held it warmly. And then it was time for another kiss.
Their lips joined, parted from the start. Almost tentative tongues slipped forth and touched, mingled wetly with one another. Then Moira and Kent turned to slow exploration of each other's mouth. The taste of wine was mildly intoxicating in conjunction with the tender intimacy.
"Mmmmmmm," Moira moaned, giving a little squirm. She chanced to press the back of Kent's hand against her legs and he found that her skirt had ridden up her thighs. He simply had to take a look. Enjoying the appreciation in his eyes, Moira murmured, "How's that for a change of scenery?"
"Much more than I expected," he answered, brushing his hand up and down three-quarters of her thigh length. Her skin was remarkably smooth, her dimensions perfect. "And yet I find myself wanting even more."
Moira played her fingertips along the piled up edge of her skirt, then peeled the cloth back and showed him her panties. "That what you had in mind?"
"That's the start of it." His hand slid along her thigh, fingertips going between the two, and stopped at the elastic of her panties' leg opening. His thumb lingered on the side of her covered mons.
Without hurrying, Moira opened the buttons of her blouse and fully revealed her breasts. "I tend to think these are my best features," she stated, lightly trailing her slender hand over her jutting boobs. "What do you think."
"Exquisite, Moira," he complimented. "Luscious." His hand lifted and breezed in slow motion around and under her fat-peaked cones. "But I don't know about the 'best' part-I haven't seen all of you so I couldn't judge...."
"Let it never be said that I can't take a hint," Moira said to that. Unfolding her legs, she stood and casually profiled herself to Kent while proceeding to undress. Kent shifted to make room for his swelling cock. His eyes widened as she dropped her skirt and revealed the ripe jut of her rump. Hooking thumbs in her panties, she wriggled her bold posterior as though to get free of the flimsy garment, and Kent had to make further adjustments.
"There," Moira murmured after stepping free of her undies. Straightening she slid fingers into her hair and clasped both hands behind her head. Feet apart, she twisted at the waist and faced him, offering a clear view of legs, buttocks, torso and face. "Now judge."
"No," he announced. "I refuse to single out one portion of this gorgeous body for fear of doing great injustice to another part. You'll just have to live with that."
Moira laughed, her arms dropping. "I can manage that." She moved onto the couch, astride of Kent's legs. Bringing his knees together, she sat on them and reached for his jacket. Easing it from his shoulders, she then turned to his shirt.
Kent was a sexy man and she didn't have to fake her attraction to him. In fact, she had to concentrate on slowing herself down, refrain from ravaging him. She knew what he wanted and that wasn't it.
Appreciation-that was what the guy was after. He knew he was wanted, but a man needed more. Especially this man. He had done some pretty fine things for the school and despite his modesty he felt the need for some token of, there it was, appreciation. Moira felt a little guilty about not giving him that sooner.
Fortunately, things were working out regardless.
Elm wood High, thanks to a generous act on the part of its principal, was going to get to keep its superb football coach, and its finest example for emulation, all in one fell swoop. True, Moira would have to repeat her act of generosity from time to time, but that would be the most pleasant of chores. Oh, Kent was a sexy dude. Real easy to be with a good man on top of that. Moira wouldn't be surprised to find herself showing him some appreciation for the person he was as well as for the coach and fine example to kids he was.
Removing Kent's shirt, Moira kissed softly at his shoulders and neck. His hands lifted to fondle her boobs and she pushed her packed masses at his fingers. Rolling his head back, she kissed him juicily on the mouth. She reached way down to his crotch and, easily finding the outreaching, hard swell of his penis, stroked affectionately.
"That feels full of possibilities," she said sweetly to him. "Mind if I take it out and explore a few?"
Mind? How could he mind? After all the waiting for an opportunity, after all the time of wanting, here she was, practically his already. All he craved was wrapped up in this bundle of legs and hips and buttocks and tits and simple, overall beauty. "No," he murmured. "I don't mind."
Kent couldn't help grinning as she slid to her knees on the floor and got on with undressing him. If only he'd known it would be this easy. Hell, he hadn't even had to try to convince her of his worth to her as a person. She'd seen it, was soaking it up, and returning it. Dreams do come true.
Moira hauled off slacks and shorts at once and her eyes flared open at first glimpse of his tremendous prick. It stood up straight from his loins like something carved and rooted in stone-immovable. It pulsed with life, was shiny with health, and existed as a powerful stimulus to her base carnal instincts.
"I like that," she understated, staring at his erection.
"Feel free to try it on for size," Kent offered.
Moira moved up next to Kent on the couch. Legs folded under her, she crouched low and touched her softly puckered lips to his dewy tip. Opening her mouth but keeping her lips in a small circle, Moira lowered her head. Her tight oral grasp went slowly down Kent's shaft to enclose the sensitive upper part in fond, wet warmth. Parting his legs, she cuddled his balls.
Thrilling at the first luscious intimate contact of her mouth on his organ, Kent trembled inwardly with excitement. "Oh Moira," he moaned, smoothing his hand over her back and shoulders, "that's fantastic. You feel so good on my cock." She gave his balls a squeeze. "And my nuts," he added.
"Mmmmm-hmmm," Moira purred happily as she bobbed her head with practised ease. She treated him to the longest, gentlest pulls she could manage.
Her tongue was in continuous motion, either sweeping down and around his stiffness or fluttering wildly against his fat glans.
There was a small space between him and the back of the couch from his rib cage down. Moira slid her free hand in and trailed her fingernails over his back. His body curved with arousal and she got more space to tantalize.
She took it as flattering that Kent grew so excited by her so quickly. He was so much older than Randy, but his reaction to her was the same. And since he was enjoying everything so much, Moira poured on the pleasure.
Her head lifted and fell with increasing speed as her mouth grew passionate on his dick. She tickled his balls and softly rubbed his back. Her body wriggled often.
Moira sensed the small, preliminary type spasms of Kent's loins and readied herself for his explosion. She curled her hand about the lower half of his pecker and gently but swiftly masturbated him while concentrating her hugging, sucking mouth on his upper inches.
Kent sucked in lungfuls of air sudden-like and it seemed to trigger his release. His cock gave a vivid jerk and hot seed surged up into Moira's mouth. She drank down his gushing stuff while continuing to suck and jerk him off. Kent groaned lowly and squirmed as completion took him. She could just feel him filling up with satisfaction, his powerful thirst being quenched.
Kent stroked her thick, shoulder-length hair as she treated his cock to gentle after-sucks. Soon she was shifting her mouth to his belly, proceeding to kiss and lick her way up his muscle-draped body. She ran long fingers through his pubic hair and her hand over his pelvis, sweeping occasionally down both thighs. At last her mouth came to his and their wet orifices joined provocatively.
"Christ," he breathed. "What did I do to deserve you?"
"I'll make you a list," she promised lightly.
Kent grabbed her into his arms and drew her across in front of him. He toppled over, bringing both legs up onto the couch, and stretched out on his flank with Moira on her side facing him, all warm and sensuous in his arms. "Maybe later."
She giggled softly. She reached for his buttock and gave it a friendly squeeze, squirmed herself in close to him. Initiating another of her tongue-coiling kisses, Moira ran her hand up his flank. "You're quite a prize yourself."
"Somehow you've already put across that notion."
"Not often enough, not well enough."
"Something tells me you intend to make up for that."
"I most certainly do. Got any ideas for me."
"I'm suddenly consumed by the desire to eat you out. Let me."
"Let you?" she asked. "Just try and stop me from letting you."
"Is that supposed to make any kind of sense?"
"In its own little way. How about a change of scenery?"
Kent went along with that. Hand in hand, they walked upstairs to Moira's simple, understated bedroom. The bed was low, wide and gaudily covered in satin sheets-she had paid more attention to it than the surroundings.
"Looks pretty solid," Kent observed as they approached it.
"Solid as any wrestling ring," she replied, rubbing his cock.
Suddenly Kent circled her waist with an arm, lifted her off both feet as he took a quick side-step and together they fell over onto the dark blue bedding. Moira emitted a small shriek of surprise, then grinned as she softened.
"Now I know why guys like to play football," she said. "It's fun to be grabbed and hauled down."
"Try it from the other side," he invited, "sometime."
"I'll keep it in mind. In the meantime, how do you want me?"
"On your back."
She moved out of his embrace and crawled toward the head of the bed. Shoving two bright red pillows under head and shoulders, she swept her shanks wide apart and lifted her knees. Tipping her bald vulva up, she idly stroked it with the fingers of a hand, giving Kent something to enjoy until his tongue came awake.
He stared openly at her massaging hands as he eased up on his belly between her legs. Inner pinkness kept flashing at him and briefly he was torn between watching and tasting. But he wanted to know her better and that compelled him toward the latter.
His hands slipped under her thighs and around to hold her hips as he lowered his head toward her crotch. He kissed her wrist, ducked down to the first row of her knuckles and kissed each one. Down farther, he licked at her fingers, the aroma of her baking snatch filling him, one of nature's finer intoxicants.
Excitement stirring within her, Moira pulled her fingers up onto her fluffy bush. She massaged her mons in a way that pulled at her cunt lips and Kent watched those erotic flashings of her inner zones. She tensed inside as his head lowered again and she thrilled all over as he licked diagonally over her swollen vulva.
Tonight's party was all his-they could do whatever he wanted to do. He could use her as his plaything and have a high old time. But he wasn't. It was Kent's way to do unto others as they have done unto him. He couldn't take without giving, even though technically he wasn't obliged to. It simply wasn't in him to enjoy appreciation, no matter what motivated it, without reciprocating at least in some small way. Just like Randy. Where were all the good guys coming from lately?
A happy moan went through Moira as Kent flicked his tongue into her tasty crevice for the first time. She tried to squirm, but as he was holding her hips in place only her upper body could manage it. There was a tantalizing rasping sound above him as she slid both hands to her boobs. He then could hear the faint sounds of her hands rubbing, squeezing and otherwise caressing them, and quiet moans and sighs mixed in with that. She was a woman acquainted with carnal sensation, and in love with it, he noticed. Just what he'd always wanted. And in love with him? Soon.
Kent concentrated his lascivious tongue on Moira's inner labia, slicing deeper into the slit with every passing moment. He could feel her tissues getting hotter and juicier, and that drew him even deeper. He went scoopingly into her boiling snatch and drew out mouthfuls of her rich taste.
Moira cooed her delight. She was able to tilt her crotch higher and swirl her hips slightly, activity giving vent to some of her pent-up passion but at the same time increasing her excitement. Need seeped deeper into her system but deep down the swell of her climax was increasing.
Kent flicked his tongue at the stiffness of her clitoris and made her whine with arousal. He pressed soft lips to her tender spot and kissed her sweetly. Pulling her folds of skin aside with his fingers, he blew warm air onto her highly sensitized flesh and drove her up a wall of passion.
But it was his tongue dives into the ring of her threshold that sent Moira over the top. He dug his stiffened tip in and swirled it madly about while stabbing deep into her. The concentration of her lusting body came to that small area and fed hungrily from the intimate contact, the lewd caresses. Finally it was enough.
All the closed-off satisfaction her craving flesh needed was there to be had. Her brain, or something, triggered its release and she was suddenly, joyously awash with relief. Her emptiness was filled by the lushness of sensation. The pulsing of her core lasted and lasted, its feverishness sending her innermost liquids washing down her spasming tunnel-there was room for nothing but the bare essentials in there at that moment.
Kent drank in her special oils and felt her hard spasms soften into trembles and quakes. Her cries became satisfied sighing sounds. Her marvelous body relaxed. And a contented feeling spread through Kent that stayed for long moments.
Presently he found himself kissing his way up her lush body, licking at what soft spots she had, then at the stiffer points of her sumptuous breasts. Then there were soft places again on her shoulders, neck and face. Her lips fell under that category at first, but then they lifted to him in a firmer condition. His tongue seeked into her juicy mouth for tender places, and found them.
Turning warm under the probing pleasantness of his kiss, Moira slipped a hand down Kent's body. He was on elbows and knees above her and she had access to what she was interested in. Despite her satisfied state of being, she thrilled as her hand wrapped around the hardness of his penis.
Kent lifted his mid-section away, pulling his prick almost free of her hand. Just as she was starting to slide her loose grasp up for a better hold, he lowered his hips and gave her a fistful of pecker again. When she moaned delightedly he initiated the trick a second time, and then proceeded to fuck her hand.
"I've got a better idea," Moira said quietly as he drifted off to nibble an ear-lobe.
"Mm-hm?" Kent replied as though he didn't know what it was.
Moira slowly lowered her hand, keeping his pumping prick within her grasp, and ultimately brought him into line with her upturned cunt. His jabbing cockhead touched her gaping slit and suddenly Kent's hips pushed farther, as though trying to get beyond her hand-hold.
Moira released Kent's cock as his flared glans parted her steamy opening. She placed both hands on his hips and simply held them as he sent his cock up into her reawakening body. She ground her hips upward and took him deep.
"Much better," he breathed, holding his pecker inside Moira to let it soak up the heat of her hugging woman walls.
Drawing her knees up higher, Moira swept her nails up the length of his back, then breezed her palms back down. She took hold of his ass and caressed his muscular buttocks.
Fitting his mouth onto hers, Kent slowly began to fuck. In relaxed fashion he drew his cock out and pushed it in. The easy grate of his glans ridge drew out a fresh supply of wetness that bathed him in welcome. Her inner softness took a liking to his dimensions and crowded in huggingly. Her warmth turned into a glow of arousal and want.
"Yeah, much better," Kent breathed. "You feel real good."
"Wonderful prick," she answered smilingly. Her hands rushed up to the back of his head and pulled him down for a smooch. "Big, long wonderful prick." She wriggled her hips upward to meet an easy drive and continued sharing in the workload. She sensed his passion swell and his tempo increased. "Do it to me," she whispered. "Fuck me any way you want."
Kent found himself getting a trifle dizzy, what with her silky encouragement, her swimming body under him, her sliding cunt around his heavy prick. And the intimacy-not nearly as complete as he would have liked but it was fine for now. He realized now that he had her just how much he'd wanted her, and so sheer happiness was playing its role. As was excitement.
Drifting from mind control to lust control, Kent started horsing his big thing in and out of her tight cooze. He hoisted his glans high and pounded it way up into Moira's waiting deeps. Moira's flesh responded by giving him a hot hole to fuck and fuck and fuck. He did so tirelessly at a multitude of angles, denying himself completion more than once so that he could live more of her wonderful cunt. And so that she would be with him in climax when he finally let go.
Moira found herself panting wantonly under Kent as she lurched continuously at him. Excitement dizzied her as she felt the lush growth of impending orgasm. And then it knocked the wind out of her as the pent-up sensations her body craved were finally set loose. Breathlessly she churned her cunt at his driving prick, breaking free her own pleasure and Kent's as well. His cock spurted time after time into her body, meeting her juices and flooding back out between their frictioning privates. She wrapped arms and legs possessively about him as their deep pleasure evaporated. Kent dug his arms under her and held Moira close too.
When they finally separated, Moira slipped down and considerately cleaned off his genitals for him. Finishing, she got an elbow under herself and looked up at him sweetly. "Let's see you get this kind of treatment from the head of your big-time college," she murmured.
Something about her statement, or the tone of her voice, didn't hit Kent just right. It wasn't quite the joke it should have been. It wasn't put across lightly enough, or warmly enough. She sounded like she'd just made some kind of point... She sounded... business-like. . .
A cool, empty feeling came to him as he realized things had not been and were not as he read them. He and Moira had been operating on two different levels-his very personal, hers business, and by far more trivial. What did she think? That he had been seeking to get fucked into staying at Elmwood? Did she actually think he could be bought with some nookie? God.
"What's wrong?" she asked concernedly upon seeing the cold, almost hateful look come to his face.
"All this was part of an effort to get me to stay, wasn't it," he put to her, wanting the truth, wanting to be sure.
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
Kent didn't wait around to discuss anything. Looking at her, he didn't think it would do any good. She had it in her head that he could be bought with sex and didn't appear-likely to change her mind. He got up and walked out. Stalked out.
Moira watched him in surprise and moved to follow him. Something stopped her, telling her he was best left alone. But what the hell had gotten into him? She'd done what he wanted... hadn't she?
In the living room Kent got angrily into his clothes. It wasn't his misperception of her and her actions that was getting to him, but rather her assumption that he could be bought so cheap. Toss some pussy his way and he'll stick around-how could she think so low of him?
Getting to the front door, Kent paused, momentarily wondering if maybe he'd given her the wrong impression somewhere along the line. But he was in no mood to figure out if he had or hadn't, and he stomped out.
Damn it to hell. What had he ever seen in her in the first place? And why in the name of sanity had he let Sheila just walk away?
CHAPTER FOUR
It was the last class of the day, and generally regarded as one of the least interesting, and so the students were particularly enthusiastic about leaving. Except for Sandi, who walked up to the teacher's desk as the others went out the door at the far end of the room, behind her. He'd said he wanted to see her after class and, despite temptation to run, she stayed. She had a pretty good idea of what was coming.
Tony Morton was a slightly underweight man in his early thirties. He didn't get out in the sun much and his blue-gray eyes could have used brightening, especially now. He looked across at her from behind his desk like one confronting a student who had been something of a bad little girl. "What did you think of the test yesterday?" he asked tonelessly. She didn't know whether he was being conversational or challenging.
Sandi shrugged. "Tough."
"You don't usually find them to be that way. Perhaps it wasn't what you expected."
"What do you mean?"
He became stern. "You know what I mean."
Well, he was wise to her. She knew that now. He'd spring a different test on the class than the one he'd left all locked up at school the other day. The results were not in yet, but Sandi knew she'd failed miserably. And she was getting the funny feeling that she'd been set up. But she was not finished yet.
"Fine, Mister Morton. I know what you mean."
"That's better. Now, how did you get to those tests?"
"Sorry. No comment."
"I advise you to be cooperative, young lady."
"Oh, I'll be cooperative," she promised. "As soon as you get going in the right direction."
"Now what is that supposed to mean?"
"Well examine the situation. You've got me where a lot of people would want me... That give you any ideas?" Her tone was suggesting and inviting and it didn't take long for her message to sink in.
Tony Morton blushed. He drew a calming breath. "Don't make things worse-you're already in trouble up to your ears."
"And you're in opportunity up to your ears," she pointed out. Her hip, already cocked mildly to one side, leaned out a touch farther, accentuating her enticement.
"What makes you think I'm the kind to go for something like that?" he asked demandingly.
"How do I know you're not the type?" she answered sassily.
"I'm telling you I'm not. Let that be the end of it."
"If you're not, how come we're standing here talking? How come you don't have me in the office, getting me thrown out?"
"This is your first offense, and I was going to give you a chance. I was going to ask for your word that you'd get to work and start learning. I was going to assign you a tutor-one of the better students."
"That's terrific of you, really, but no thanks. I'd rather go the easy way."
"I'll have no alternative but to fail you."
"You're making kind of a rush decision there. You're forgetting that you do have an alternative."
"I can't be tempted. I. won't be."
"Aw gee, you're not even trying," she grinned.
"I'm a teacher," he argued. "I'm obligated to certain rules and regulations, and principles."
"You're also a man, and you've got a few obligations there, too. Why not give them some attention. Better yet, let me."
"In exchange for a passing grade? I think not. What happens when you get to college?"
"Who's going to college, for Pete's sake? I've got something much better lined up."
Apparently tired of standing, Tony took a seat. "Oh yes?"
Sandi perched herself on a corner of his desk with books in her lap. "I'm going to become a star in X-rated movies," she announced, "and that's no dream either, it's a fact. I met a producer who's taken a shine to me and as soon as I graduate I'm going to work."
"As soon as you graduate. Why wait?"
"Because this guy is funny about wanting me to finish high school. I guess he doesn't want to be accused of corrupting me-or looking like he corrupted me, I should say."
"I don't know," Tony opined. "Something about taking an education as lightly as you are galls me.
"Well, I am offering to smooth your feathers...."
"I don't know that you can, Sandi," he countered.
"Why don't I come by this evening?" she suggested. "This is a matter that should be pursued, in more privacy than we have around here." She slid off the desk and started to leave.
"Uh-" Tony started to protest.
"-Too late," she chirped, ambling backwards down the aisle. "It's already been decided. See you later." And with that she went bouncingly out.
The only thing different about Tony when she saw him at his apartment that evening was the absence of his coat with the elbow patches on it. He still wore his "work" clothes, and the sober look of concern. Sandi had changed from tight jeans to baggy shorts and plain shirt and sneakers. Her books had been replaced by a shoulder bag. From it she pulled an unmarked video cassette.
"What's this for?" Tony asked. He hadn't let her in yet.
"That's my screen test," Sandi informed. "I thought you'd take a look at that and see that I can't miss making it big in my chosen profession."
"And that'll make me feel better about letting you through the system the easy way," he concluded.
"Well, it'll make a nice beginning. Now I know you have a cassette player because I overheard you talking about it at school, and that tape is the right kind for it, so I can't see any excuse for you not to take a look at it."
"No? What about moral standards?"
"That would work, but not here. I also happen to know that Mister Calhoun has loaned you at least one of his blue movies."
He looked at her. "You know a lot for a failing student."
"When something counts, I learn. You better get that tape into the machine before it burns your fingers."
He allowed a faintly amused grin, then stepped aside and let Sandi into his pleasant-looking apartment. He went amblingly to his home entertainment set-up in a far corner of the busily decorated room. Sandi sat on the couch and crossed her long, shapely legs, patted the seat next to her as Tony turned from the switched-on machine. He sat down as the television screen burst into life.
The scene opened with a shot of a large, luxurious bedroom. It appeared to be morning, as bright sunlight shone directly in through high windows on either side of a big brass bed. Standing at one of the windows was a young blond wearing a mini-length football jersey. She was brushing her hair and as she did the word JAIL-BAIT was revealed on the back of the sweater. As she turned and drifted toward the bed the number one hundred came into view. Below that was written 'per cent PURE'.
"Borders on clever, don't you think?" Sandi remarked to Tony. He made no reply, just returned his eyes to the screen. He appeared aloof from it all, but Sandi expected that to change. Because she was the girl in the picture and the action was about to take flight.
On the tape, Sandi draped herself in bored fashion across the expensive bedding. One glance and a viewer could see she was bored, and lonely, and longing for something, but at the time Sandi's feelings couldn't have been farther from those. She was actually able to act. On top of that, according to her producer friend she had a face and body that were compelling to watch. There seemed to be so much there when she was on screen, so much going on inside her-fascinating. Star quality. One glance at Tony's involved expression and she knew that he saw it in her too.
Abandoning the hair brush, Sandi grasped the bottom of her jersey and slowly pulled it up as though she still hadn't decided to do what it was obvious she was going to do. She lifted one leg away from the other, dug in both heels and curved her body length upward, easing the covering over her hips. A faint smiling expression touched her beautiful young face-how could she have felt hesitant.
Clearly enjoying the increasing nakedness, Sandi kept pulling her jersey up, past her plump, coned tits and finally off. Her knees lifted slightly and her feet separated farther and she draped a slender hand over her soft-haired cunt. The camera eased in for a closeup and showed Sandi's idling fingers. The intimate focus traveled up the curves of her delectable bod and discovered a more active hand on her sumptuous breasts.
On the couch, Sandi sneaked a glance at Tony as a magnificent profile shot of her fingers pulling at a swollen boob filled the screen. If Tony had set out to be aloof and objective, he was losing it. His cock had become clearly defined to one side of his crotch. His eyes were fairly riveted to the television. And her image. Her argument was half won.
Her body beginning to undulate, Sandi's hand could be seen massaging her young cunt. Her fingers went swirling down to the bottom of her slit and then came back up to the other end, sweeping from side to side. It was an act covered from a variety of different angles, some close in, others from as far away as the foot of the bed that included her entire body. The look of pleasure on her delicately blushing face did not go unnoticed, nor did her fondling hand.
Just when things were getting to an interesting level of excitement, Sandi stopped abruptly and relaxed into the bedding. Her legs stretched out almost straight, but she kept a languorous hand on her pretty cunt.
There was no sound, but it was clear that she said, "Come in." The person who had knocked on the door and interrupted everything entered the room. A stunning woman in her early thirties, long, wavy light brown hair, she was wearing a lacy, low-cut night gown. She appeared much more pleased than surprised by Sandi's nakedness and went without hesitation to the bed.
Sandi tilted her head back to look up at the woman, then lifted both arms in invitation. Kelli bent over and gave Sandi a lasting, upside down kiss. The camera drifted from their fused mouths to Sandi reaching back and gradually pulling up Kelli's nightgown.
As one of the most gorgeously rounded rumps this side of fantasy came into view, Sandi sneaked another peek at Tony. His cock was twice the size it had been before and it seemed to curl all the way in under him. He licked his lips slowly while staring in fascination at the video action.
Naked, Kelli moved onto the bed and stretched out on top of Sandi. Their lush tit mounds bedded together and Kelli made sure that their furry mounds became meshed as well. Then their succulent mouths were joined in the most provocative of kisses.
Embracing, a frolicsome feeling appeared to come over both females at once. They began to roll around on the bed. Roving hands became tickling hands and after an enticing display of giggly, giddy behavior a playful wrestling match developed. And that was more than enticing. Tony was treated to a visual smorgasbord of erotic female tangles. Womanly arms and legs and asses and bodies became intimately involved in every which way. The pinkness of inner pussy flashed countless times across the screen in perfect focus, not to mention the more interesting of many smooth contours.
Finally the two of them wound up face to face with Sandi on top. The mood turned more serious as their eyes met, and they kissed tenderly. As though seized by impulse, Sandi began showering Kelli with kisses while moving steadily down the older one's marvelously developed body. Kelli's knees drew up and apart and Sandi's pert posterior lifted into the air as she crouched between them.
A look of rapture came to Kelli as Sandi started to happily lick her mature cunt. Aiming between wide-hung leg and tender young body, the camera caught the action well. Pink-red, wet tongue lapped continuously at similarly shaded woman flesh. There wasn't any acting involved now-Sandi was in the middle of something she dearly loved.
Before long the camera panned away from the couple on the bed to reveal a man in a bathrobe standing close by the bed. There was a musing look on his handsome young face and shortly he let the robe drop to the floor. His cock was at the ready, and he moved toward the bed.
He moved onto his knees behind Sandi and touched his hand to her ass. She gave it a wiggle and that was all the guy needed. He slid a testing finger into her cunt and withdrew it after finding wetness. Easing up behind her, he touched the tip of his fat wand to her gaping cunt and sank it into her.
Sandi's lips puckered against Kelli's cunt as she entered into something she loved even more.
Continuing to lap at Kelli's excited twat she washed her backside from left to right and back again as Ron worked his thing in and out with increasing speed.
Sandi slid over close to Tony on the couch and reached across in front of him. The remote control had been resting on the arm and she used it now to turn off the screen fun. Things had just been building to a feverish pitch and that seemed to be the right time for her move. "Why watch when you can do?" she purred suggestingly to Tony. Setting the control back in place, she let her hand fall to his near thigh.
He had to clear his throat before speaking. "So you've got a future, but for how long? Suppose you burn out from all that activity. Suppose something happens and you lose your looks."
"I plan to pace myself. And I plan to work behind the scenes as a writer and director and producer. When the body goes, the imagination will still be there. And boy, is mine fertile. It's going to take care of me for a long time-once I get started. If you'll let me get started...."
"Why can't you be this persuasive with your producer friend?" he wondered to her. "Surely you could talk him into taking you under his wing as a non-graduate."
"He prefers older types, when he prefers partners at all. I'm afraid I just don't have much affect on the old guy!"
"That's hard to believe."
"I'm kind of glad. It keeps me a little bit humble."
Tony chuckled. "We all need that."
"As long as it doesn't go to excess."
"Is that supposed to mean something?"
"I've been thinking about you, Mister Morton. I think you're trouble is too much humility. I sense that you feel...unworthy, or something like that. You think I'm too good for you." Looking at him as she quietly spoke, Sandi knew she had the truth. He averted his eyes, guilty-like. She caught his chin in gentle fingertips and coaxed him into facing her. "Which is pretty damn silly, I must say," she said sweetly, reassuringly, and gave him a tender kiss.
"I do care about seeing you do the right thing," he said.
"I can tell. What you have to see is that the right thing for me is following up on this big break I've been given."
"And I do think it's important for everyone to get an honest education."
"I know that too. But what you have to see is that I've got all the education I need, for now. What I'll need to know I can, and should, pick up along the way." She kissed him again and gave his lower thigh a soft squeeze.
"What else do I have to see?" he asked, weakening. His lips responded lightly to hers.
"That you are worthy of me. Of any woman."
She flirted her tongue along his upper lip, then kissed him there.
"I think that will be the hardest part," he told her. "This inferiority complex of mine started long ago."
"I'm sure we caught it before it became permanent," Sandi answered, pressing her firm boobs in on his flank.
"I want to hold you close to me," he said as they smooched continually at one another.
"You don't need my permission, Mister Morton. Not for that, or anything else."
His arms encircled her with a strength that surprised and delighted. A good hug was one of mankind's better inventions and he had one. How in the hell had he ever wound up with a low opinion of himself? He had brains, a good job, wasn't too shabby at all in the looks department, wasn't exactly sleazy of character...It didn't matter, she supposed, as long as he was set on the right track. And she was glad to do that. She would be doing him a bigger favor than she'd set out to do, and things would work out more equally and happily. There would be no chance now of him feeling 'corrupted' afterward-something that had given her a few qualms earlier.
As Tony kissed her deeply for the first time, she felt touched in a sweet way inside. There was more involved here than trade-offs, she discovered. Tony was attracted to her and the feeling was mutual. It gave Sandi small surprise that they had not gotten together sooner.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Mister Morton, I underestimated you. You're positively intoxicating."
"Call me Tony for Chrissakes," he moaned in reply and proceeded to dazzle her with his knowing tongue. Somewhere along the line he'd gotten his boy-girl education and was now using it to positive effect. And he'd thought feeling worthy of her would be a hard trick to make.
Sandi twisted around in front of him from the waist up and ground her full tit against his chest while beginning to tantalize his mouth with her own. She worked her hand up his crotch and found his outline. She shuddered with anticipation. It was the biggest penile formation she'd ever encountered. She rubbed exploringly and found that it really did curve in under him. Then she rubbed wantingly.
"Your cock," she breathed. "I've got to see your cock." Her fingers lifted to the clasp of his slacks but his hand was already there. His other arm slipped between their bodies and she lounged against Tony as he pushed pants and shorts to his knees.
His cock straightened out sluggishly between his thighs. Sandi eagerly slipped her hand in under it and ran her curled fist to and fro. Each heavy heartbeat sent more size and hardness into his already over-sized organ, until at last it was standing up straight from its nest of hair and testicles and groin. Sandi couldn't stop running her hand over it.
"Tony my man, you have got to be at least nine inches," she enthused. "And look, my hand barely goes around." She was able to fit the tip of her middle finger on her thumbnail, but not completely.
"I'm feeling pretty worthy of you," he confided. "Now maybe I'm too big for you."
"There's only one way to find out," Sandi said to that. She got to her feet and started undressing. At the same time Tony got out of his clothes, remaining seated on the couch, his enormous cock standing up in the air, obscene and spectacularly beautiful at the same time.
Naked, Sandi stood in front of him, staring at it. She idled her hand caressingly at her pussy as though in the back of her mind she knew she was going to need her wetness. The glans was swollen, a mouth-watering purple color. The shaft skin was stretched so tight by muscle and passion that it had a shiny quality. It was either a frightening thing or a terrifically exciting one for a woman. It was the latter for Sandi.
"It'll fit because I want it to," she said thickly.
Tony lifted his hands and she gave him her wrists. He drew her to a standing position on the edge of the seat. Sitting up straight, he licked at her swollen cunt. More precisely he made her wet with her own juices and some of his.
Sandi took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm ready, Tony."
Guiding her back to the floor, he leaned back in his seat and spread the drops of clear fluid that had leaked from his slit around his tumid cockhead. "Now I'm ready."
Sandi moved onto the couch, planting a knee out to either side of his hips. She paused a brief moment to move her hand up and down his tremendous size, teasing herself. Tony rubbed massagingly at her clit zone and the earlier mouthwatering sensation went to her cunt. Juices flowed down to lusciously coat her woman walls and an accommodating void was ready to open behind her threshold. If she could just get him past her entrance. . .
Holding onto the middle of his cock while spreading her swollen labia with two fingers, Sandi fit her gaping tissues onto his tip. Her fingers slid down to join her other hand on his cock and she lowered. She felt her entrance yawning open, her tender flesh stretching wider than it had ever gone. But the wet, wanting readiness inside her banished second-thought and Sandi pressed downward. She shuddered happily as her entrance enclosed his cockhead.
The ridge of Tony's glans disappeared from sight and she could feel it stretching the seemingly larger portion of her cooze as she took more and more, and more, into her body. There seemed to be no end to him and no limit to her depths. She placed her right hand below the left and pulled herself down.
At long last her inner thighs settled into the nook of his hips, her gaping ass felt the damp heat of his balls, her pubic hair meshed with his. She dug her fingers into his waist to hold on-his organ seemed powerful enough to throw her off if it decided to. The fullness of it was exciting enough to give her hot shudders that lasted for what had to be a minute at least. Tiny but equally well lasting whimpers escaped her, then quieted as she adjusted to being stuffed full of joy.
"There," she said thickly, her now-relaxed hands breezing up Tony's body. "I did it."
"You sure did," he answered, tenderly cupping her face. He gave her a big kiss to reward her accomplishment. He hugged her to him and she tingled all over.
"There's so much of you I hardly know what to do or where to begin," she said giddily.
"I'd be happy to start things off," Tony offered.
"It'd be so sweet if you would," she answered. "Then I'll make it up to you."
Holding her in his arms, Tony lay Sandi on her back on the couch and kicked his legs out behind him. Her heels went to the backs of his thighs and slid up and down them briefly before settling in behind the cheeks of his ass.
Tony pulled his cock from her in careful fashion and Sandi felt an interminable void growing where his fullness had been. She whimpered once before he got even halfway out, but despite the need and want in her tone he continued the retreat. As he filled her up again Sandi panted deeply, her lewd grin widening with each inhalation.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Please oh please oh PLEASE fuck me. I want it so much it hurts, Tony."
Tony started out with a nice and easy rhythm, his huge cock hollowing out and filling up her percolating tunnel with smooth regularity. He held himself above her, giving Sandi room to maneuver and respond. He kissed and licked at her shoulders and neck and face.
An insatiable need spread quickly through her body and began to ache for relief. It was growing, deep down inside, and her excitement increased proportionately. His steady rhythm gradually made her more and more frantic for the wash of orgasm. Her heels now slid down to the backs of his knees with each withdrawal of prick, then came charging up to the hills of his ass in lewd spurring motions. Tony started to respond by shoving in faster and harder and deeper.
"You're fucking my throat," Sandi managed to say. And she liked it. Her hips curved up to lift her cunt into line so he could plunge deeper. She increased his rhythm and held with it, and was driven to a frenzy of want and excitement. She took in huge lungfuls of air but it never seemed to be enough. She tried to cry out her happiness but it was either silent or it was a low, open-mouthed moan. Her legs worked with a mind of their own, her body curved and her head went way back, and she became a primitive, craving carnal beast in her tireless effort to achieve satisfaction.
It might have been days before her woman core was full, she didn't know, couldn't tell. But it finally happened and a few quick hard lunges of his demon prick brought all the right things to life. The first pulse of her climax seemed to hover on the brink for another age, making her entire body go stiff in an effort to set it into motion. Something let go and completion flooded through her waiting system. Her loins pounded with energy, and now she had the strength to scream. She wailed out wholeheartedly and with great happiness as wave after wave of sensation filled her dire need. She couldn't tell either how long it was before her body went limp, before the last after-thrill shivered through her nether region. She lifted arms and legs about Tony and held him dearly to her.
"Now I'm the unworthy one," she said simply, meaning every word of it. "If I haven't been, I am now."
"No," he assured quietly, nuzzling a cheek. "You're just right."
"Then you won't mind if I fuck you now."
"Mind? I would be honored."
"So would I," she giggled. "Take me up in your lap again."
Reversing his earlier motion, Tony did as she wished. Astride him again, Sandi threw her arms about Tony and kissed him deeply. And she really did feel just right.
"This could be the start of something wonderful, I think," she said to him.
"If we give it half a chance."
"Do we or don't we."
"After you graduate, come and see me if you want to, if you're not too busy."
"I won't be too busy," she assured. "Although I will be active. That won't be a problem, will it? Jealous-wise?"
"Not for me."
"Wonderful guy. I'm sure glad you caught on to me. How did you do that anyway?"
"I went to pick up a test and found it was in a different position than the one I'd left it in."
"How simple."
"But enough talk. Don't we have something better to do?"
Grinning lewdly, Sandi started to lift on his tremendous shaft. Her clinging cunt was reluctant and she almost had to push herself up. Her flesh finding out how enjoyable the grate of his cockhead was made the going easier, then real smooth. A mysterious energy was generated that took her up and sent her down as though she was a puppet. A puppet of her own lust, her deep desire to please Tony mixed in on top of that.
She glided up and down, up and down on his hugeness. Arousal making her daring, she swirled her hips and undulated her body, did a wild dance on his prick, her cunt sucking, squeezing, delighting him, his dick doing it to her, the start of something great.
CHAPTER FIVE
Taking the long way around to his office, Kent King first had to cross the basketball court. He was met there and halted by a pair of cheerleaders. They had just come from a practice and were still in mini-skirted uniform. The two of them looked bright and sassy, either from their recent exercise or, more-likely, from some crazy idea or another. He'd heard talk about these two. . .
"We've been hearing some bad things about you, Coach," the redhead called Marcie said.
"That was yesterday," yellow-haired Angie piped up. "Today we watched you drilling the team and actually saw bad things about you. You're not yourself coach."
"I think they call this impudence, don't they?"
Kent replied and stepped by them, not keen on giving a couple of teenagers the chance to lecture him. But they came scampering along like a couple of eager puppies.
"You've got some bad feeling under your skin," Angie stated, "which is no concern of ours-until you start taking it out on the team. Which is what you're doing."
Kent's striding pace slowed, dwindled to a stop as the truth of her words dawned on him.
"We're here to see what we can do about it," Marcie informed. She was on his other flank-they were going at him from two sides.
"Just what have you got in mind?" he asked distractedly.
"We're keeping our minds open on that," replied Angie. "Let's go to your office where we can talk this out."
"There isn't much to talk about really," he answered in a quiet voice and moved on. He went through a door into a section that was showers and sports equipment on one side with offices on the other.
"A little talk is better than no talk at all," Marcie opined.
"Whose idea was this anyway?" Kent asked. "The team's?"
"Kind of. But they thought you'd only blast them if they tried to point out what a rat you're being. They thought you'd be more receptive oward a go-between, or two."
Reaching the last office, Kent unlocked the door and went in. The girls followed him, Marcie shutting the door and staying put with her back against it, Angie drifting over in front of the cluttered desk. Kent added a clipboard to it from atop a filing cabinet-notes on the next team they were playing-but he didn't sit down to even start looking at it. He stood facing his two guests. "Determined to make me my old self again, aren't you?" he observed.
"For the good of the team," said Angie, "and you." She turned and leaned her pert rump against the front of his desk. "Now," she went on sympathetically, "what's the problem?"
Kent rolled a shoulder. "Something I wanted to work out didn't."
"That job you were offered?"
"No. Something right here."
"A girl?" Marcie guessed.
"What else?"
"Seems to me you should put it behind you. like a football game in which you got clobbered."
"Interesting analogy," he said, leaning his backside against the desk with Angie. "Trouble is, this wasn't just any ball game. This was the world championship."
"Heavy," Angie responded. "But still, like you said, it didn't work out. You have got to put it behind you."
"Easy for you to say."
"Not so hard to do, if you want to. Do you?"
Kent paused, unsure of the answer. He had acted like some kind of fool that night-a big dumb galoot with his head so full of hope that he hadn't been able to see straight. By wallowing in the ruins he was hoping to teach himself a lesson. Or something.
"You're a drowning man who needs to come up for air," Angie told him. "You'd be wise to face that fact."
"More precisely," Marcie interposed, "you're a brooding man who needs to come up for some fun."
"I suppose...." Kent allowed. It seemed to him now that he'd been agonizing over what had happened because he didn't know what else to do. He didn't know where to go, who to turn to. He'd been so set on winning Moira that he'd neglected to make accommodations for failure, and what to do about it. He was starting to feel pretty grateful to these two for coming along, full of help and caring. Just what he'd needed.
Marcie drifted from the door across the scant floor space and eased up in front of Kent. "Come up for some fun," she repeated invitingly. "Put something between you and the blackness, something that will keep you from sliding back in."
"Something that will get you back on the right track," Angie added. She leaned toward him and began running the fingertips of a hand up and down his thigh with feather softness.
"Let us help you do that, Coach," Marcie offered in a delicate voice. She took a half step forward in between his knees, lifting both hands to his shoulders. She gave him the softest of kisses with lips slightly parted.
The invitation to respond was almost overwhelming. Kent wasn't sure how he managed to keep himself in check. He wasn't too clear on why he eased her away from him. "Urn...." he began.
Her body touching his from the hip down, Angie lifted a finger to his lips, prompting silence. "We know what you need, Coach," she purred. "And you know you need it. So relax, enjoy... it won't hurt a bit." She then slipped away and locked the door.
Seeing Kent was distracted by watching Angie, Marcie moved free of his grasp, slinking both arms behind his neck and pressing her sweet, soft lips to his mouth. The kiss was there to stay this time, at least until she got a response.
Kent tried to fight it, but without clear reason of any kind to do so it was tough. Too tough. Something crumbled inside him and the next thing he knew he was kissing Marcie in reply. His hands were running up her back over her snug jersey. A sensation of want and need opened up down below, triggering a lance of excitement through his loins.
Angie eased a flat, warm hand across Kent's flat belly as she came in on his flank. She drew his near arm from Marcie and placed it about her waist, resumed rubbing his tummy. She kissed sweetly at his cheek and then his neck when Marcie considerately moved her arm away.
For a short moment Kent couldn't believe it was really happening. There was something dream-like about the whole thing, but then, he'd been feeling so low and miserable anything happy would have struck him that way. He warmed to the twin presence of delectable, eager young playmates before too long and smoothly alternated his kisses from one to the other.
Working together, Marcie and Angie let their hands down to Kent's crotch. Marcie located his pliant, outreaching cock and rubbed through his denims. Angie located his balls and treated that part of him to loving little squeezes. Shortly they switched places, and Angie cooed as she ran her hand down the length of his nearly hard pecker.
"Do I take it you feel like having a party?" she asked him between kisses, pushing her hand-filling tit mounds at him.
"You know I do, you coy little twitch," Kent answered.
"Let's get him into his party costume then," she said to her partner. "Or rather, bring it out into the open."
Marcie smilingly started working his T-shirt upward. Angie took care of his footwear and when that was done his pants were being opened.
Kent stood and both girls moved in together in front of him. Their cheeks touched as they lifted their mouths to him at the same time. Together they flicked their wet little tongue tips at the corners of his mouth in a double-decker smooch that sent shivers of erotic tingles down his spine.
Their hands worked knowingly at his remaining clothing and exposed his cock. His hard length sprang up between their hips and purred silently as their smooth hands began running over and under and around it.
Kent brought his hands from their waists and reached under the short skirts to soft-covered pussies. He could feel their damp heat through the material of their outfits and, rubbing just a touch, elicited moans of arousal from both girls. "Glad I'm not the only one looking for a party," he remarked.
"Strip me," Angie purred brightly, and Marcie chimed in, "Me too."
Stepping out of his pants and tossing them aside with his foot, Kent took hold of Angie's jersey and peeled it up and off. Her delightful tits bobbled merrily at him and when he whisked Marcie's top off, her boobs did the same.
As though working from the same mind, Marcie and Angie grabbed a hand each and had Kent touch their perky charms. He breezed his hands all over their jutting prizes and marveled at how identical they were shaped-perfect cones with plump underswells and soft, pulpy pink nipples. He lightly pinched their tender peaks and felt them swell excitedly.
Kent became hungry to find out about the rest of their delectable forms. He squatted and reached for Angie's skirt outfit, pulled it down, treated himself to the tantalizing view of her small tangle of light brown hair and the upper portion of her nearly bald vulva. Helping her step free of the garment he caught a glimpse of pink inner pussy each time she lifted a knee. The same thing happened with Marcie.
"Leave the rest on," Angie said to him, referring to knee-high socks and white sneakers. "You'll find it a cute effect."
"How right you are," he answered, drinking in the view of their mostly naked bodies.
"And you're the one who should be standing," Marcie informed. She caught his arm and drew Kent to his feet. Together with Angie she promptly sank to her knees in front of him.
Kent felt his cock tense with anticipation as their hot eyes focused in on his genitals. So far they had shown that they knew what they were doing and there was no reason to suspect that was going to end.
Touching the inner ankle, Marcie prompted Kent to spread his feet. Kent thrilled at having his privates exposed so blatantly to their seemingly innocent but oh so fascinated eyes. Marcie took hold of the outer end of his prick and lifted it, drawing it more to one side. Touching his leg, Angie leaned in and scooped his balls into her mouth. And Marcie started to lick at the head of his pecker.
Now instead of eager innocents they were knowing and caring givers of pleasure. Gift-bearers of sensuality. The gentle touch of their wet tongues and velvet lips, the warmth, the sincerity behind each caress, provided him with the sweetest of enjoyment.
He affectionately touched their glowing cheeks as they continued serving their sensuous gifts to his body. Angie washed her tongue all over the formations of his testicles, pausing often to softly suck her saliva from his flesh bag, but more importantly to send warm waves of arousal into his system. Holding his prick near the base, Marcie eased her ovaled mouth to and fro, applying similarly generous tongue slides and gentle suctions. Her free hand went behind him to the undercurves of his buttocks and the deep cleft, where it rubbed and touched at Kent with girlish smoothness. The closeness of their bodies tantalized him further, and their boobs frequently touched him, and there was the sight of their tender faces, eyes closed with concentration as they sucked him. Was a man built to endure such treatment for long? Not-likely.
Kent was aware of a terrific pressure building in his deeps. His flesh was yearning for the contents of that pressure in a way that made his knees tremble and breathing a laborious act. The excitement that surrounded the closeness of his climax slowly turned unbearable. "Gawd," he panted, "keep doing it. . .don't stop...I'll die if you do I swear to God...."
Giggling to themselves, they happily gave Kent the firm swift movements he needed, had to have. His libido spasmed and triggered his release. Silky explosions erupted from his core, blasting wave after wave of filling sensation down his legs and up through his trunk. His wildly ejaculating penis flooded Marcie's mouth with thick, tasty seed and he tingled at the sight of her happily gulping it down.
As they had sucked him to hardness, the two teens now brought Kent to softness. His excitement dwindled down and out of existence as satisfaction rose to take its place in his system. Finally relinquishing Kent's genitals, Angie and Marcie stood, catching his hand, and led him to the couch by the side wall.
"Take a load off," Angie said as they guided him to a sitting position. "A satisfied load, that is."
Kent seemed to topple over but all he was doing was lying down. He got his legs up on the seat and stretched out on his back. "But I'm not satisfied," he said. "I have this terrible need to eat you two pretty things out."
"Well aren't you the sweetest thing," Marcie smiled.
Angie patted her high, jutting rump. "You go first. I'll watch and warm myself up, since I take longer."
There was one cushion available and Marcie tucked it under Kent's head. Keeping one foot on the floor, she planted the other one of the seat, her leg against the back of the couch. She squatted toward Kent's face. With that foot on the floor her knee was pulled wide and her pretty cunt gaped succulently at him. The bright reddish tint of her hair gave a fiery suggestion to her privates.
Rubbing the smoothness of her ass, Kent flicked his tongue at the swollen side folds of her dainty vulva. Her delicate fragrance settled into his awareness with the watching taste of her oils. Marcie stroked tenderly at his hair, brushing it in continuous fashion away from his face.
Angie meanwhile brought Kent's swivel chair around from behind the desk and wheeled it up close to the action. She placed a foot on an edge of the seat, the other far away on the edge of the arm and sat with Marcie's leg between her own. Watching the busy flicks of Kent's tongue on her best friend's pooched out cunny, she slid her ass forward and proceeded to tickle her slow to arouse cooze.
In her peripheral vision, Marcie caught the lewd sight but she didn't look over that way. The sight of the famous Kent King himself nibbling at her horny pussy was just too good to be ignored for even a second.
"Oooo, that's good for me," she cooed down at him as his tip flitted past her spry clit. She continued to affectionately finger-brush his hair. "I'm gonna gush if you keep that up."
Suddenly his eagerness doubled and he worked his probe at her inflamed girl-cock with a terrific nimbleness. It felt like he was making her hot pecker stand up and dance. Her nether region heard the call and joined the merry-making. Her cunt swirled at Kent's mouth as now he treated her to full sucks and repeatedly stabbed his tongue into her lining. She was a weird kind of merry-go-round with music and everything and Kent was making her go faster and faster.
Angie frigged herself madly as she witnessed Marcie going into a frenzy on Kent's mouth. She couldn't recall a more vivid expression of lust on Marcie's face just before the big moment happened. She felt a sympathy climax roll through her as Marcie quivered and quaked with the real thing.
Kent took Marcie's wash of lust liquids in thirsty fashion and tingled with some sympathy of his own for her hard spasming insides. Her legs weakened but he held her up with both hands until the very last of her sensuous shivers of release died away.
Marcie sat back for a moment on Kent's chest, then moved back again and knelt between his legs. Angie scampered eagerly into Marcie's original position and as her ripe cunt was let down to Kent's mouth, Marcie started to massage his cock in both hands.
Kent glided open hands up the front of Angie's bod and took fondling hold of her perky boobs. He rolled and squeezed them in his fingers while dragging his flat tongue over her cunt. Finding her sensitized to his touch, he proceeded toward deeper intimacy and explored her tender and tantalizing outer folds.
The smooth hands on his cock felt real good and when Marcie started using her mouth his excitement came into being for real. Since the big foul-up with Moira he hadn't even thought of another woman, but now these two held every last bit of his attention. It was such a relief to get away from that whole Moira business that he doubted he could ever thank them enough. But, a man had to try. . .
Kent scooped his tongue into Angie's inflamed, drippy cunt and continued to gnaw at her. Relief from horny agony was buried somewhere inside her and he went digging for it. The closer he got the more excited she became.
"Do it to me," she implored breathlessly. "Eat me... get into me and make it happen... I need it so bad...."
As she and Marcie had answered his wishes earlier, Kent gave Angie what she craved. He burrowed his tongue in and scrubbed it at her torrid flesh. His stabbing probe seemed to penetrate her deeper and deeper. And then at last he had done enough. With easy gyrations of his tongue he tore open her treasure-trove of pent-up sensation.
He opened his mouth and simply held it against her twitching foreflesh. He dallied his tongue along her drooling slit, enjoying the wild spasms of her inner flesh as her climax happened. When things threatened to settle down he fluttered his tip against her stiff girl-cock and wrought a whole new flood of churning pleasure on her body. Her hands gripped feverishly at his wrists and she made him maul her tumid boobies as the intense part of her release occurred.
Then came the gradual calming process, and she became still and soft above him. When she dismounted it was forward. She twisted around and sat herself on the arm of the couch. Kent's eyes followed her but he was quickly distracted.
Marcie ran her smooth hand up the underside of his hardened penis, then down a flank. "I'll bet you still don't feel satisfied," she murmured.
"I try to build up one part and another falls behind," Kent answered. "It's a terrible thing."
"Terrible my ass," she said to that as she moved up over him on hands and knees. "You couldn't be happier about it."
Kent chuckled, his hands going to her slender waist. "I have you to thank for that."
Marcie drew her knees up and tipped herself back. In one smooth easy motion she took his cock up into her body all the wonderful way. "You're welcome," she breathed with a shudder.
"You sure do look good up there," he said, running his eyes over her well-toned shape.
"Here's hoping I feel good up here," Marcie replied as she eased into motion. She went slowly and grindingly at him, at his cock. Hands flat on his chest she wriggled herself up and washed herself down, her spry young twat holding with enticing firmness to his erection.
"Oh yeaahhh," Kent grinned. "That's good. That's fantastic."
She grinned drunkenly in response and picked up speed. Her own excitement was getting the better of her, slowly but surely. "Looks like I'm gonna have to be your warm-up," she admitted. "I'm not gonna last long enough for you. But Angie can sure finish the job."
"Go ahead," Kent encouraged. "Have yourself some fun."
Her grin widened in thanks and sailed into a genuinely excited pace. She rode his upright shaft with increasing abandon, her pretty tits flying shamelessly about as she jabbed his fat glans at her treasure-laden deeps.
His cock enjoyed her as much as his eyes did. She had a hold on him down there that most women would have envied. There were tiny sucking sounds as her seemingly undersized twat went reluctantly up his shaft. Kent could feel his penis grinning as widely as the lusty Marcie was.
It didn't take long at all for those treasures she had been drilling for to start rewarding her. An erotic twist appeared on her attractive features and she gripped her titties as a low whine escaped her throat. It loudened as her climax came pulsing into life and her body twisted as vividly as her face had while she furiously rode out the carnal storm. She fell forward onto Kent and pushed her tits into him as the last sharply erotic trembles dazzled her body. She went soft on him, a damply glowing little sex-kitten, tired of today's play.
Kent palmed the full globes of her ass and welcomed her soft smooch onto his lips. He tensed his prick inside her and she shuddered sweetly against him.
"Ooohh I'd love to stay and do it with you some more but I just don't have it in me," she murmured apologetically.
"You'll do better next time."
"Will there be a next time."
"I'll leave that up to you."
"Yummy-thanks. And right now, I'll leave Angie up to you." She disengaged from Kent's prick and managed to make it on weak legs to his swivel chair. She sat slouchingly in it and watched with a certain amount of interest as Kent looked I'll back and up to the blonde babe called Angie.
"I hate a man who lies around on his back all day," she said to him with a smile. "It sorely limits variety."
"This kid has a head on her shoulders," Kent remarked as he rolled over. He lifted onto his knees. "Is this better?"
She looked in fascination at his gleaming cock, reaching out from his loins, the end bobbing with excitement. Wordlessly Angie slid onto her knees, turned around close to Kent, then bent over. Way over, until her cheek and half of her upper body were resting on the seat. Knees apart, her ass was high in the air, crotch fully exposed to him.
"This is better," Kent said distractedly as his hands went to the bold curves of Angie's hips. She wiggled her posterior against his grasp and he felt her tense up with anticipation when he held her still. Her slender hand appeared between her upper thighs and she used two fingers to widely open her lightly-haired foreflesh. Reddish pink softness provided an irresistible invitation to his swollen penis.
Kent sent his hips forward, his pointed glans into her steamy softness. Her flesh spread lusciously around his meat as he continued pressing into her body. Angie released her foreflesh and her tumid folds crowded in on his shaft as her fingers lightly touched his underside. The tender touch excited him into shoving his prick forward in a hurry. He hit bottom of her sensuous well and felt her smooth hand close cuddlingly about his hanging nuts. She pushed her upturned cheeks back against his hips and wiggled provocatively.
Both hands planted on her dimples, Kent began to fuck his big cock in and out of her clinging grasp. Angie continued to hold his nuts while gently rocking to and fro, adding to the glorious friction of fucking. Her ass made tiny slapping sounds when it hit against Kent's driving hips.
Kent had never-to his knowledge-been watched before, and he found it to be terrifically exciting. It dawned on him that there were a lot of things that he had not experienced and, since Moira was now out of the picture, it didn't seem like there was much to lose by pursuing some of those unanswered wishes. Hell, why not go for it? If nothing else, it would put Moira far behind him, and he sure needed that.
All of a sudden the world didn't seem like such a terrible place after all.
CHAPTER SIX
Moira had gone to sleep that night confused, but she had awakened with everything clear in her mind. She owed Kent an apology.
But for the next few days she kept coming up with reasons not to deliver it. Either she was too busy, or he was, and there simply wasn't opportunity. Or she told herself that she'd apologize when he did-for leading her on, giving her the wrong impression. But she couldn't hold on to that excuse for long, because she knew it wasn't a real one. She hadn't paid much attention to what he might have been thinking, only to how much of an effect she'd had on him.
Finally, on the fourth day, her conscience stopped letting Moira put it off any longer. Feeling like her arm was being twisted, Moira went down to Kent's office. She also felt more humble than she'd felt in years, probably ever. But in the back of her mind she was puzzled by her inability to tough it out and avoid talking to him. Something more than conscience was making her knuckle under, it dawned on her, but she couldn't figure out what it was. She had lost all chance of getting him to stay-why couldn't she just say to hell with him and let him go? Why did she have to make this damned apology?
Kent was sitting with his feet up and a clipboard in his lap when she knocked and entered. He looked up and showed small surprise. He didn't stand, or even move, for that matter.
Moira shut the door and stood there, holding onto the knob behind her back. She fought the strange temptation to back into the corner. "Hello Kent," she said and immediately felt embarrassed by the stiffness of her voice.
"Well Moira," he said, tossing the clipboard onto the desk. "This is unexpected." Not at all pleasant, though.
"I, uh, came to apologize," she began. Each word threatened to catch in her throat. "I gave you pretty shabby treatment the other night... and . . .I'm sorry."
"Are you, Moira? And what exactly do you mean by shabby?"
"Oh hell, you know what I mean. Thinking I could buy you with sex. Thinking I could buy you, period."
Kent studied her, his expression laced with suspicion. Was this humble bit sincere or was she working on his soft side in conscious effort to win his services another way? Maybe she thought a meekly given apology would make him think better of her, and of staying.
Moira caught on shortly. Her chin lifted. "I should have known you wouldn't believe me."
"Can you blame me for doubting you?" he challenged.
She wanted to say yes, but somehow she couldn't. She had revealed herself as a woman who would go to great lengths to get what she wanted, and that was an image that stuck firm to people's minds once they saw it. Moira's defiance fell away. "No," she admitted, looking down.
"Hm, a glimmer of truth. There may be hope for you yet."
"You're not being very civil about this."
"No, I'm not. Somehow it doesn't bother me too much."
"...Well, I've said what I came to say. I'll be going now." She turned and swung the door open.
"Start looking for a new coach," Kent called after her.
She felt the need for a good stiff drink, a good stiff something at least, to burn the unpleasant taste, and feeling, out of herself. But she wound up back in her office, facing a couple hours' worth of paperwork. And silence. And big lonely emptiness. Everything she didn't want or need.
Finally the unbearableness of it all got to her and Moira simply walked out. Getting into her car, she started driving with no particular destination in mind. Maybe the Racquets Club... Yeah. Good booze, good men. . .
Something unspecific was bugging the hell out of her and that combination was just what she needed. Either sleep or some kind of wild activity generally served to get Moira and her problems separated and while she was away they would all get sorted out for her. She'd turn around to let her troubles come back to her and whatever answers she needed would be there. Why was this business with Kent getting under her skin like it was? What the hell was going on between them?
Arriving at the club, Moira headed straight for the tennis court section. Overlooking them was a place where a person could have her drink, and more if she wanted it. She ordered a dry martini from the waiter as she went in and headed for an empty table for two near the far corner. Seated next to it were a couple of guys in tennis whites.
"Something tells me you're playing hookey," the dark-haired one remarked smilingly as she approached. His name was Lloyd-she'd seen him around a few times, usually with a woman.
"I'm the principal," Moira answered, "and hookey is a fringe benefit of the job."
"Your benefit is our benefit," he said to that. "Pull up a chair and say hello to Harvey."
"Hello Harvey," Moira greeted and took her seat. Harvey had blondish hair and like Lloyd was in his late twenties. The two of them had strong jaws and soft eyes that seemed to be in perpetual smile. They had bodies for tennis. And other things.
Lloyd finished the introductions for Harvey and he said hello. At that point Moira's drink arrived and Lloyd told the waiter to put it on his bill. He seemed to know that Moira wouldn't mind. She realized they knew each other better than she'd thought.
Moira glanced at the courts and counted at least one available. "You guys played already or are you waiting for someone?"
"We came to play mixed doubles," Lloyd said. "But all the partners are taken."
"That's too bad."
"Not really. Harvey and I prefer threesomes, not foursomes."
"Uh-oh," Moira replied. "My virtue just flashed me a warning." She looked at Harvey, who had been gazing at her in a boyish sort of way that was comfortable for her.
"I'd like to see your virtue sometime," he murmured. "So I could steal it."
"You're a fresh one," Moira remarked pleasantly.
"Maybe you should squeeze him to make sure," Lloyd suggested.
Moira grinned. "Lucky for you I'm in the mood for bad jokes."
"What else are you in the mood for? I'm feeling accommodating."
"And how about your friend?" she asked, turning to Harvey.
"I want to be your Christmas present," the blond one said.
"I'd like to meet the elves that put you together. So I can order a few more of you."
"I think we're starting to hit it off too well for this place," Lloyd stated.
"He's so impatient," Harvey remarked.
"Yes, but he's so right," Moira said.
"I guess there's nothing left to do but go," stated Harvey.
Moira finished off her martini and left the place with Lloyd and Harvey each by an arm. The apartment was within walking distance, but they drove in Moira's car with Lloyd at the wheel. She wanted it near at hand for convenience's sake.
The apartment was smallish with overstuffed furniture and decorated with a number of plants, some leafier than others. There was a fireplace, fronted by a furry white rug that was dotted by bright colored and fat pillows and cushions. Harvey knelt and arranged a couple of them for her and she lounged on her side facing him with legs bent on the rug. Harvey reclined onto his side with his elbow near her knees.
Lloyd switched on some music, mixed up a pitcher of martinis and brought it and glasses over on a tray. He set that between Moira and Harvey and sat Indian-style, completing the rough triangle formed by their bodies.
They drank and talked for a while, exchanging good-natured and sometimes risqu' banter. It was a good time, but everybody knew it was mere preliminary to the main event.
"There's the suggestion of a minor orgy in the air," Moira remarked after a moment of quiet.
"Aaww, you spoiled the surprise," Lloyd joked.
"Not for me," Harvey said. He lowered and nuzzled the nyloned side of her knee.
"Watch out for that guy," Lloyd warned. "He'll look up your dress."
Moira turned her leg and her knee lifted onto the air. Her skirt was pulled tight and it rode up a few inches. She watched him nuzzle the front of her raised knee with his lips, then his cheek, and he did just what Lloyd had said he would.
"It's not nice to look up a lady's dress," Moira said.
"Sure it is," he replied without averting his eyes.
Moira laughed. When was the last time she'd had this kind, or any kind, of simple, uncomplicated fun? Not just to get free of her troubles, but simply for the sake of having a few good kicks. Too long, she knew. She got too wound up in running that school of hers sometimes. At least once too often of late. . .
Inwardly shaking that off, Moira set her empty glass on the tray. "Guess what time it is," she murmured, looking directly at Harvey and catching his attention.
"Christmas time?" he answered hopingly.
"That's right," she replied. She looked to Lloyd, who carefully set the tray away to the side. "Do you want to be a present too?"
He shook his head smilingly. "I'm Christmas dinner."
"I hope that doesn't mean you're a turkey."
"No, but I'm sure you'll find me delicious and filling."
"I'm sure," she said to that, plucking at a button of his shirt.
"Open your present."
Moira turned to Harvey and shifted onto her knees. Suddenly warm, she slipped off her blazer. Reaching for Harvey's legs, she drew his feet around toward her and proceeded to remove his tennis shoes and socks. Then she brought him to a kneeling position and with deliberate, self-teasing slowness lifted off his jersey.
His torso was tanned and soft-haired, like his legs, and as well-muscled. She eased her hands down from his shoulders to his flat stomach, then gradually up to his neck, fully appreciating all she saw and touched. She drew him to her for a kiss.
Close by, Lloyd unobtrusively started getting out of his clothes. He went as far as his briefs, then reclined against the stack of pillowing with drink in hand to watch, and wait his turn.
Pulling her saucy tongue from Harvey's mouth, Moira sent her hands to his hips and guided him to his feet. She tantalizingly pulled down his tennis shorts and lifted her gaze to his crotch. His swollen cock was just beginning to put a real strain on his briefs. She put an end to that by whisking his underwear down and off. His cock bounded outward and waved about, pointing downward in its less than erect state.
Moira sat back on her heels and swept her glinting eyes over him. "Just what I always wanted."
Harvey took hold of the front of her blouse and brought Moira to a standing position. Moving around behind her he stood up close while unbuttoning her top. His cock rested on the slope to her jutting rump and she could feel the enticing heat of it through her clothing.
There was a smattering of arousal in her as Harvey slipped her silky blouse off, then a real charge as her lacey bra was done away with. It had always been a kick, getting and being naked with a sexy guy. But today there were two of them. She looked blushingly at Lloyd and blew him a kiss.
Moira gave a small wiggle of her hips to help Harvey with her skirt. She kicked it away as he knelt behind her and reached for her panties, which were on over the straps of her white garter belt. He exposed the full-fledged roundnesses of her ass, then turned her to face him. He delicately peeled the skimpy covering from her tuft of mons hair, then slowly sent her panties down. She felt his hot eyes on her cunt as she stepped clear of her panties, and her excitement was there to stay.
Harvey leaned in and kissed the upper part of her sex slit. Moira felt her insides knot and she promptly curved her pelvis outwardly. He reached his tongue to the bottom of her slit and drew it sensuously up to her mons. Moira thrilled as he continued licking at her.
Her eyes drifted to Lloyd and she noticed the lewd bulge in the front of his briefs. He slid his hand in under the white covering and rubbed his organ, and Moira was lanced with the powerful urge to have him in her mouth. It was dinner time.
As though sensing that, Harvey backed from her slightly. He touched the back of a nyloned leg and she sank to her knee on the rug. Abandoning his drink, Lloyd pushed down his underwear and went onto his knees. His erection was inviting.
On all fours, Moira went to it. Her velvet lips ovaled and she took the reddened cock smoothly into her mouth. Her tongue slid wantingly about the stiff heat and she sucked down, down until his glans was in her throat, her nose tickled by pubic hair. She retreated with a succulent wash of her head, then gulped in inch after inch of his aroused pecker.
Moira felt Harvey's hands on her back, roving in massaging fashion up and down as he held himself in place behind her. When she commenced her retreat from Lloyd, Moira came into contact with Harvey's cock. More want suddenly took her by storm and she eagerly worked back. Her inner membranes spread out and soon had all of his prick in juicy, hot grasp.
Happiness abounded within her as all she had to do to become stuffed with prick was either shift forward on her four points or backward. But there was something vaguely empty about her happiness, Moira realized. The thrill of it all seemed somehow bland, undistinguished. Either she was not in the mood, which was highly un-likely, or... what? She couldn't quite grasp the reason for this feeling of disappointment she was having.
However, Moira wasn't about to stop and mull it all over. She was into something good and her only duty now was to enjoy it. And make it better if she could. She had an idea or two on that score.
After deep-throating Lloyd, Moira held snugly to him with her mouth. She reached back between her legs and caught Harvey by the balls. Gently but insistently she drew him forward and into her.
Never had she been more gloriously crammed with prick as she was right then. Those big cocks were so far in she could practically feel their fat heads nudging against each other. But damn, way out on the fringes of her awareness but slowly closing in was that nagging feeling of nothingness.
As Harvey and Lloyd backed from her simultaneously, Moira found it easy, again, not to think about unpleasantries. She was suddenly so hollowed out that she was feverish to have the filling pricks in her again. She whimpered imploringly, afraid to move one way or another for fear of throwing the rhythm out of whack.
In what appeared like their own sweet time, both guys fed their cocks into her craving body. "More," Moira tried to say around Lloyd's moving penis. "More."
Reading her mind, and body, they gave Moira what she asked for. They fucked in and out of her with ease and almost gently in their team effort to sate her rising lust. The tempo increased in remarkable unison, filling her up and emptying her out, lush fucking strokes that built and built the pent-up fire of her orgasm.
Moira moaned shamelessly into Lloyd's driving penis and if her pussy could have it would have joined in. She was at a plateau of excitement where all she could feel was the joy of it all. All her mind could do was wish for it to continue forever. But somewhere in her head was the suggestion that she shouldn't be wishing that, not here. . .
A faster rhythm came into being and she welcomed it. Her mouth and throat became like a second cooze, so well did it handle Lloyd's fucking organ. She could feel her upper body focusing in on the excitement of the hot friction as the action lasted for a long time.
But at last the time arrived for it to be over. And when they shot their wads Moira shot with them. Their spurting seed entered a gulping, spasming, frenzied body, their waves of release seeming to enter Moira and collide with deep quakes of torrid climax, doubling her pleasure and satisfaction.
And then the wondrous tearing at her insides began to subside, and things really started to be over. Not a moment too soon either, for Moira had become sure she was on the brink of coming apart. Playful after-spasms frolicked through their bodies, then a few faint trembles, then glowing peace and quiet reigned supreme.
Moira toppled over to lie on one side on the furry rug. Lloyd went over onto the stack of cushioning and Harvey stretched out in front of Moira, also on his flank, facing her. The music played on but that was the only sound.
Moira didn't open her eyes for a long while. She wanted a feeling of privacy, of being alone with her thoughts. Once again the magic had been there for her. She had all the answers and explanations she'd been looking for. They'd been there for her all along, she supposed. She'd simply been too cowardly to accept the truth of it all.
She was in love with Kent. It sounded corny, almost silly, but it was true and it made her feel warm all over, so she didn't mind a bit. She couldn't tell yet how long this secret had been buried inside her, but it was there to stay and that was enough.
It was also worrisome. Kent was about as far out of reach as a guy could be and she didn't know how to change that. Moira chilled with dread at the thought of going through the last of her years without him, but even with the motivation she had she didn't know what to do, or where to start looking. One thing was for sure-the solution was going to have to be dug for. There would be no turning away, then turning back and finding the answer waiting for her. If there was an answer.
But she didn't feel like thinking about it just now. It was something that needed a good night's sleep beforehand, not something she could just rush into. Besides, there was a feeling in her that unfinished business remained here. Maybe she was looking to have a last fling.
Moira sat up and looked to her dark-haired host. "Where can a girl get freshened up around here?"
Lloyd pointed out the bathroom door and Moira walked over to it, lending an extra sway to her hips as she felt herself being watched. When she came out of the bathroom minutes later she found the guys pretty much as she'd left them, except Harvey was not lying on his back. They appeared depleted, but interest was piqued when they saw what she was carrying.
"Look what I found," Moira murmured, slowly and suggestively opening the container of vaseline.
"A woman with an idea is a wonderful thing," Lloyd observed.
"A man with a greased pole is even more wonderful," she said. "Who wants to go first?"
"Harvey has been telling me how good you felt around his cock," spoke up Lloyd. "I'm hungry for your cunt, Moira."
"Then you're elected," she announced, turning to Harvey.
"I'm a little soft," he stated.
Moira squatted lewdly over his legs and placed the open jar on his belly. "Nurse Moira will take care of that," she told him and, taking his cock in both hands, proceeded to massage life into it. With the view bf her working on him to go with the feeling, Harvey grew steadily hard. He grew harder as she applied the bottled lubricant.
When his red cock was gleaming with grease, Moira put the container aside. She dismounted him and stretched out on her flank with her back to him and he rolled toward her. Her top leg bent and went behind his and she pulled on the upper half of her gorgeous ass. "How's your aim?" she asked.
The point of his cock touched dead center on her tiny ring. "How's your target?"
"Feeling pretty deep, Harvey." Her eyes went to Lloyd, who was shifting toward her. She lifted onto an elbow and with him on his knees she took his dangling cock into her mouth. He did the to and fro movement and his cock began to swell.
Down below Harvey's hardness was traveling smoothly and tenderly up her steamy posterior. Her anal tunnel swelled with luscious heat and she was fantastically penetrated by the glow. His balls touched at her perineum and elicited a horny twitch in her other passage. Lloyd was only three quarters hard.
"Nurse Moira has a new treatment for you," she said to him, fingering her gaping cunt. Lloyd needed no more hint than that.
Her stomach knotted with anticipation as he moved into position in front of her. She touched her hand to his hot length and it automatically curled about him, softly but insistingly pulling him to her dewy gash. His glans parted her gaping labia wide and swiftly glided up into her body. Moira shuddered. "There," she breathed, "there." His cock grew almost instantly hard.
Moira lay down completely on her side as they began grinding in and out, sometimes together, sometimes in alternating style. Crammed full of prick and happy, Moira once more felt that longing for something more, that something she now recognized as love for Kent, and longing for him...Getting stronger all the time...What was she going to do?
When she finally left Harvey and Lloyd, both fucked to a frazzle, Moira returned to the school. She still had that work to do and wanted it out of the way before she turned her attention to scheming, or whatever method it would take to win Kent.
The last class of the day had let out ten minutes before her arrival, so she had the place pretty much to herself. Before going to her office, Moira found herself walking the halls, taking glimpses into the odd empty classroom. She was beginning to wonder what she had ever seen in the place, or the job, that had elicited such an array of sacrifice on her part. To put it mildly, she had done some pretty unorthodox things to improve the place, keep it running smoothly and effectively. Some of her activities could easily be seen as downright sordid. Examining her past, Moira sensed a bad sort of taste come to her mouth. She had gone too far.
And to think that she never would have noticed if Kent hadn't come along. God, it almost made her shudder. Maybe tomorrow it would succeed. What was it, exactly, that made this fool want to "clean up her act"? What was it that filled her with the need to be an honorable person? Because doing so would make Kent love her? It seemed so, but the answer seemed too simple. In her blissed out state she was looking for something profound.
Finally getting to her office, Moira sat somewhat wearily behind her desk. Suddenly she didn't feel like working. She had thrown herself into running Elmwood in the belief that keeping busy would save her from something that seemed sure to wind up hurting her. Now that thing had happened anyway and it wasn't going to hurt her-not yet anyway-so what was the use of digging down into work that she'd never much cared about in the first place?
All Moira had ever cared about was the thing she had spent most of her time running away from. She wanted that one on one loving deal more than anything. And it had to be with Kent-that appeared to have been decreed by the gods themselves. And even though it was off to a terrible and perhaps doomed start, she was glad to finally have it. Seemed crazy as hell, but she was glad. Because there was a chance that the thing could work out, and she could then have it all. And Kent could have it all.
He wanted her, wanted what she wanted. At least, he had, until she went and screwed everything up...It would serve her right if her actions had completely ruined their possibilities, Moira supposed. But she tried not to think about that. While there was still a chance for happiness, true happiness, there was no rightful place for negative thoughts.
Moira lost track of time as she sat there contemplating herself, but she was there long enough for the janitor to show up. Barney stopped abruptly inside the doorway as he saw her, but she did not mind the intrusion.
"Don't mind me," she said. "Come on in."
Barney entered the office, trailing a large trash can on furniture rollers behind him. She leaned forward and clasped both hands on the desk, watching him empty her waste basket.
"You pal around with Kent King sometimes, don't you," she said to him in a conversational sort of way.
"We've had a few beers, played some touch football."
"Does he confide in you much?"
Barney shrugged a shoulder. "Not too much."
"Any idea where his head has been at the last few days?"
"I saw him yesterday. He did seem a touch distracted by something, wasn't very talkative. Why?"
"Just wondering. Thanks, Barney." Without another word he turned and started out.
"And uh, you'll keep our talk to yourself, won't you?" she said after him.
"I can handle that," he said over a shoulder.
"Thanks," she said again and watched him leave.
So what did it mean? Was Kent still wrapped up in what had happened? If so, it could mean he was having second thoughts. Would he brood so if she did not still mean something to him? Perhaps he was pining for what could have been. . .
Moira, believing herself to be onto something, needed to know more. And she knew just where to look. The cheerleaders were having an afterschool practice on the basketball court, and Angie would surely know if Kent had been acting differently, being as close to the quarterback as she was. Moira hurried down to have a talk with the fetching blond.
She arrived at the start of a break and with a simple lift of the eyebrows drew Angie away from her group. "Word's come back to me that Coach King has become something of a meanie," Moira said. "Any truth to the rumor?"
"That's pretty much old news by now," Angie said. "He had some sort of girl trouble that got a little out of hand, but that's all fixed."
"Oh?"
"I don't know if he's over his girl-trouble, but at least he's not letting it affect his work."
"I see."
"I don't know who she is, but she must have done him plenty wrong," Angie opined.
Moira winced inwardly. "Poor guy. Has anybody tried to talk to him, do you know?"
"I imagine he's been offered his share of sympathetic ears, and God knows what else,"
Angie replied, trying not to sound coy. "But I don't know. They say he can still be pretty gloomy, on the sidelines, so to speak."
Moira nodded. The thin ray of hope was widening. Now all she needed was a plan.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Direct approach? It didn't sit well as an option. She had not acted like a woman in love and rather doubted she could make him believe the truth had only occurred to her after the terrible turn of events had occurred the other night. Oh, maybe he would believe it, but he was bearing something of a grudge and therefore wouldn't accept it. Just like he wouldn't believe the sincerity of her apology. He was mad at her and despite wanting her he would feel the need to make her suffer some first.
Moira felt like she had suffered enough already. Knowing that she had come within inches of destroying everything was no easy burden to carry. And then there was the humbling experience of the apology, and its virtual rejection. And there was having to live without him when she could have had him. Besides, it was not as though she had done anything wrong on purpose to begin with, so Moira was not keen on taking any more whipping than she had to.
She did not blame Kent for wanting to hurt her. In his place she would probably have felt the same way. But he was being somewhat unreasonable. As had already been pointed out, Moira had not done anything on purpose. What she needed was forgiveness, not punishment. Forgive those who didn't know what the hell she was doing.
The question now was how to get Kent to do that? Ask him to? Hah. He was mad, remember? In no mood to listen to reason or request, neither polite nor heartfelt.
Indirect approach. There was the answer. Go to work on him without him being aware of it. Instead of confronting his wrath, sneak up behind it, knock it out of commission and snatch the prize, the love that was still inside him, the love he still had for her.
"Jill Wilcox is here," Beth announced via the intercom.
"Best news I've had all day," Moira replied. "Shoot her on in here." She rose from her desk and went around to greet her summoned guest.
Jill Wilcox was a divorcee who supplemented her alimony and filled some of her time as a substitute for absent teachers. An attractive blue-eyed lady with curly blond hair, she came ambling into the office in her usual easy-going, happy manner. "Hi Moira. What's up?"
Moira didn't feel like beating around the bush. "Well, Jill, this is the day when you start repaying all the little favors I've been doing you over the years."
"Uh-oh," Jill said to that. "I think I'm going to be busy." She sank into a chair.
"Not too busy," Moira informed, sitting next to her. "In fact, knowing you like I do, I'd say you have fun."
"This may not be so bad after all. What do I have to do?"
"First thing, you'll have to get into a sneaky mood," Moira began.
Thirty minutes later, Jill was being let into Kent's office through the back door by the coach himself. He appeared gloomy at first glance, but he brightened somewhat in her presence. They knew each other, had dated a few times, had some fun.
"I just heard you're planning on leaving," she said to him.
Kent leaned on the filing cabinet. "On to bigger and better things."
"Too bad. You're the first guy in a while to put some real life into this place."
"Elmwood will manage without me."
"...You don't sound too hopeful," Jill observed. "Or are you having second thoughts about leaving?"
"Second thoughts? Not-likely."
"You don't seem too happy, Kent. Care to talk about it?"
"No, thank you. I'll get over it."
Jill paused, then appeared as though an idea had just come to her. "Why don't you come over to the house tomorrow?" she suggested. "I don't think you and I have had as many laughs as we should have had, and I'd hate to see you walk out and leave our relationship uncompleted."
"Laughs, huh?"
"That's right, big fella," she replied, easing up to him. "We'll pick up where we left off at the Midnight Blue Motel."
Kent chuckled. "This is getting more appealing all the time."
"Fine," she said, patting his tummy. "I'll expect you at one." She brushed by him and went out, leaving him with the faint sweetness of perfume, reawakened memories and fresh possibilities.
Cavorting with Marcie and Angie had been fun, but what he really needed was a grown-up woman who was also a friend. Someone who would give him a listen when he wanted to talk. Someone who would be just as happy to play. Someone just like Jill. If anyone could answer a question that had been nagging at him, she could. Not only because she was wiser than those two young cheerleaders put together, but also because she knew Moira. . .
Was he crazy to think what he was thinking? To want what he now wanted? Well, if he was, Jill would tell him so.
When he showed up at Jill's new-looking house the next day, ready for some talk, some fun, then some serious talk, Kent did not get the reception he expected. Opening the door, Jill stepped out in front of him, her hand lifting to his chest in a kind of warning.
"You're not going to like this," she informed.
"You're not giving me much a chance to."
"Moira came by a little while ago."
"Moira?" His voice was an odd mixture of tones, mostly surprise.
"She seemed kind of down and I didn't have the heart to turn her away."
"I wonder what she has to feel down about," Kent said, then wondered how much sarcasm showed through.
"There's more," Jill went on. "My neighbor's wife has left town and now he's wandered over."
"You were right. I don't like this."
Jill lowered her hand in more affectionate fashion to Kent's waist. "Will you stay anyway? I don't trust myself in there-sin is in the air."
"You want me to put a damper on it?"
"At the very least, just keep Doug and me apart. If he gets it on with Moira, well, I can live with that. But if he comes after me and I'm alone I'll just melt and I won't be able to look his wife in the eye and it'll just mean trouble."
"Okay, okay," he said, putting up his hands. "Lucky for you I'm a sucker for a damsel in distress."
"Great," she beamed. "I'll make it all up to you when I can."
"In the meantime, shall we get on with the party?"
"Mm, you're taking this well."
Kent shrugged, letting it go at that. Jill escorted him inside. Actually he was kind of glad to have this opportunity to see Moira again. His anger had been slipping, leaving room for second thoughts and revived feelings. He was becoming unsure of where he stood-either against her or, once again, for her. To find out he felt it necessary to have a good long actual look at her. Maybe it would give him some hint at which way to turn.
In the spacious but small, sun-lit living room, Jill made introductions. Moira was seated on the couch in a thin summer dress with neighbor Doug a space away from her. He looked to be about forty with graying temples and sharp blue eyes. Casually dressed, he had the right weight for his medium height and he appeared to be a man who knew what a workout was from first-hand experience.
But of course it was Moira who interested Kent. She didn't look glad to see him, but she didn't act as though a bad smell had just walked in either. She seemed to be on hold, waiting to see which way he went, how he would behave. Kent offered a polite but not too friendly hello and she sat a bit easier on the couch. It would be a civil afternoon, as far as she and Kent were concerned. Already he could see her inclining herself toward Doug.
Kent sat in an armchair and after getting him a drink Jill perched herself on the arm next to him. Having her there made him feel better-he'd felt the pinch of jealousy at first sight of Moira and Doug exchanging glances. Damn. He still wanted her and, if she knew, she still wasn't interested.
Doug turned out to be a sports nut, and naturally knew a good deal about Kent. But he wanted to know more, which led into a few entertaining stories from Kent's playing days. That prompted an anecdote or two from Doug's college days. The women contributed a few mildly bawdier bits and by that time it really was something of a party. The mood was uplifting, the atmosphere full of fun.
Distance remained between Moira and Kent, but that didn't adversely affect anything. Pairings developed under the surface, with Kent's attention drifting toward Jill and vice versa and with Doug connecting similarly with Moira.
"Is anybody here getting hungry?" Jill asked during a lull in the fun. "I haven't had lunch yet."
When it came out that the others were hungry too, it was decided that they would do things right and have a barbecue. Doug and Moira were put to work on the cooking while Kent and Jill did what else needed doing and they all sat down to eat, and drink, in the back yard. They finished just in time too, as storm clouds moved swiftly in.
"Looks like it could be a real roof-blaster," Moira stated, gazing up at the dark masses of cloud that now covered half the sky and would soon blot out all of it.
"I hate big storms," Jill said. "The farther I am away from it the better."
"That leaves us the playroom," Moira said. "Shall we go?"
It was downstairs, a sectioned off portion of the basement. There was a large pool table that had come with the house when Jill had bought it, plus a card table, a television and a couch against the wall at the foot of the stairs. There were matching armchairs placed against the side wall nearby.
With fresh drinks, their third each, everyone sat. Kent took the couch and found Jill snuggling up to him, taking his arm about her shoulders. Storms really did give her need for a sense of protection. Moira sat slouchingly in the nearest chair with one leg draped over an arm. Leaning toward her, Doug silently appreciated her exposed leg.
Kent's eyes were drawn to it as well, and he noticed Doug's keen interest, but he was in too good a mood to feel jealous. And Jill's close presence helped even things out.
"Since this is a party, let's play a game," Jill suggested.
"If someone suggests Charades, there will be trouble," Moira vowed.
"You've been kind of eyeing that pool table yonder," Doug stated. "You go for the game, do you?"
"I used to. But I haven't played since, well, I won't go into that."
"Go into it," he encouraged.
"Since I was nineteen, since that night when my friend's parents were out, and we played Strip-Pool."
"Were you any good?" Doug asked, conversational as all hell.
"I was terrible. At Pool. like him."
"I've never played any kind of strip game. What happens once a winner is declared?"
"The winner makes a wish, and it comes true," Moira said quietly, looking straight at him.
"We'll have to play sometime. I want to make sure I learn to play the way it should be played, and since you're the expert...."
"I don't play with married men."
"Neither do I," Doug answered.
Moira laughed, feeling too good not to. "No, you play with unmarried women. Naughty boy."
"Naughty but nice," he countered.
"Does your wife think so?"
"To be honest, she does."
"Really?"
Doug nodded. "Come over some evening and find out what else she thinks."
"Please, one invitation at a time."
"I'm gonna go rack 'em," Doug said. And he got up, moved past the card table to the pool table and with a drink in one hand started collecting the balls from the pockets. He kept glancing at her, waiting, knowing she was in the mood. . .
Virtually forgotten, Kent and Jill watched from the sidelines as Moira stood and ambled over toward Kent. Watching events unfold as he was, Kent didn't quite know what to think.
"Boy," Jill murmured quietly beside him. "She's got it bad."
"Got what bad?"
"The love-sick blues, the lonelies, call it what you want."
Doug handed Moira a cue and took one for himself.
"Would you mind explaining that?" Kent asked Jill.
"She's trying to forget somebody."
". . .Not something?" he queried as it came to him, not for the first time, that she'd meant her apology that day, and that maybe he'd been something of a rat treating her the way he had. Was it possible that he had misjudged Moira? That he had her figured all wrong?
"I suppose it could be," Jill replied. "Woman's intuition tells me she wants somebody she's either lost or can't have, so she's trying to forget."
"Any idea who he is?"
"It would have to be somebody recent. I don't know-we didn't get a chance to talk earlier."
Him. It had to be him, Kent knew. But Jesus, he was skeptical. When had she fallen in love with him? Before that night? If that were so, she would not have acted the way she had. Since that night? After he had walked out on her? That seemed even less-likely.
"But enough about Moira," Jill purred against Kent's ear. "Let's get our end of the party in gear."
Either the party mood had not left him, or Jill revived it. He wanted to pursue these new revelations about Moira further, but that seemed a less pressing matter right now. Turning to Jill, he felt her soft lips come to his with the warm pressure of a wanting kiss.
Taking the glass from Kent's hand, she placed it with her drink on the card table and returned to his side. Embracing, they slipped into another smooch. Jill flirted her tongue along his lips, then dipped it in between. He caught her uplifted tip on his probe and drew it in.
"Oh baby you feel so good to me," Jill breathed. She curved her body and pushed her sizable tits in at his chest. Kent continued to kiss her while cupping the sweet cheeks of her ass through her shorts.
On the other side of the room, more fun was happening. Having just missed a shot, Moira got out of her dress. There was nothing business-like about it as she peeled the garment from her shoulders, wiggled it down past her hips. Shirtless, Doug watched in appreciation and fascination at her enticing motions. Standing before him in lacey bra, panties and tan sandals, she purred, "Your turn."
As Doug bent over to take his shot, Moira took a glance in the direction of Kent and Jill. She felt a pang of envy as she witnessed her blond friend being pulled close by Kent after a moment of breast and cock fondling. And yes, there was jealousy, but she knew it would not last. Her plan was going very well and before the day was out, Kent would be hers. At least, he would be in a vastly more receptive frame of mind.
The cue ball clicked against another ball, which rolled toward a corner and just missed the pocket. Doug straightened and leaned his cue against the table, grinning. "It's nice, being inept," he said, reaching for the clasp of his pants.
"Up to a point," Moira replied.
"I think you'll find my incompetence ends soon enough."
Kent leaned over and placed Jill subsequently against the arm of the couch. She draped her long, bare legs across his lap and welcomed his kisses onto her neck and throat. His hand slid up to her thinly covered breasts and roved her pouting masses, his touch hinting at good things to come.
Touching the back of his head with one hand, Jill opened her blouse with the other. She exposed her sumptuous breasts to his eyes, then his exploring touch, and at last his feather-soft kisses. Jill moaned and her body curved as his sweet lip-touches covered her jutting mounds.
In the back of his mind, Kent wondered what the hell he was doing. He wanted that woman on the other side of the room and he was a lot less skeptical of a sudden about her wanting him. But he didn't want to tell her that he was available. Instead he was enjoying this lush blond.
Well, maybe it was pride making him act this way. If anyone had been done wrong it was he and it was therefore inappropriate for him to take the first step toward a new beginning. And he supposed he was still mad at Moira, rightly or wrongly. He wanted her to think she meant nothing to him, that he'd rather fuck the woman physically nearest him than Moira herself. He wanted to show that at least.
Jill opened her shorts and pushed them from her hips. Kent swept them down her classy legs, then breezed his hand up onto her near thigh. She let her knees part casually and Kent's fingers went in cuddling fashion to her panty-covered vulva. Bent toward her, Kent nuzzled Jill's neck while gently massaging the robust folds of her foreflesh.
"I think we can do better," she announced sighingly and began to work her undies off. Kent reached under her ass as she lifted it, grabbed the flimsy material and pulled. In no time at all she was naked but for her shoes. "See what I mean?" she smiled at him, drawing both knees up higher and wider apart.
Kent felt his cock lift in his pants as he roamed a gaze over her luscious curves. There was a ripe huskiness to her dimensions that made him think of her as a hundred and ten pounds of sex. "I'll bet we could do even better," he said while smoothing a hand over her small tummy.
"I know what you mean," Jill replied. She eased from him then and knelt on the floor, reaching for his right foot. "I'll start down here while you handle your shirt."
Beginning to unbutton, Kent looked across the room in time to see Moira working down her panties. Barefoot, she stepped out of them and dropped her undies from arm's length. Doug stood at the corner of the table in his shorts.
"Looks like you're the winner," Moira said to him. She was tempted to turn around, which she took to mean that Kent's eyes were on her back. Good. Either he'd simmer with a little more anger and try harder to prove, to himself if not to her, that she didn't matter to him. Or he'd get more envious, then more possessive, and start to wonder why he was letting her go through with all this nonsense of trying to forget when all he had to do was grab her, and have her. In either case, good sense would start to get the better of him and his anger would dwindle, and she'd be free to make her move. Unless by some cruel twist of fate everything fell to pieces.
Doug placed his cue aside on the table. "Goodbye, incompetence," he remarked, easing up to her.
Moira breezed her open hands up to his shoulders, then softly wired her arms behind his neck. She curved her pelvis in at the lump his shorts were showing and swayed her hips from side to side. She tickled him with her mons hair, then rubbed with her firm mound when Doug got harder. "What have you got in mind for me, I wonder," she murmured.
"I like to keep things simple."
"Always nice to hear."
"Do you think I could do without my shorts?"
"Absolutely," she purred. Her hands came down his torso, then around back. She pushed his underwear from his buttocks, then his hips and down, letting them drop from his lower thighs. She felt warm stirrings as his naked cock lifted against her crotch. The upward pressure made her feel as though she were about to be lifted off the floor. "My, that's a hefty one," she observed as her hands went back up his body.
"It's been dying to meet you. Why don't you say hello?"
"I'd like to get better acquainted too," Moira said. "I'll be seeing you in a little while."
As Jill pulled his pants and briefs off, Kent saw Moira sink to her knees in front of Doug. She held the underside of his extended penis in her hand and kissed the fat tip. Then her lips ovaled and she smoothly took in half his length. She wasn't facing Kent well enough for him to read her expression, so he didn't know how much she was enjoying herself.
Maybe he wouldn't know what to think even if he could see. Everything had become so suddenly switched around on him he was getting more confused by the minute. There were a lot of things he could do but at the same time there was nothing he could do.
When Jill's hand came sliding up the side of his erection, Kent decided to do some forgetting of his own. He'd get lost in Jill for the next little while and when he came up for air maybe his options involving Moira would be more accessible.
Jill continued moving her smooth hand about Kent's prick as she slowly got both feet under her and lifted. In something of a crouched position with both hands on his hips, she touched her lips to the fat end of his hard-on. Her tongue slipped out and flirted over his glans, then a sudden sucking action took her lips down past his ridge.
Kent touched the backs of her shoulders, then reached in under her body and found her heavy, hanging tits. He fondled them loosely as her curly-haired head bobbed languorously above his loins. Presently he applied lifting pressure and drew Jill up astride of his lap with his wet erection in front of her.
As they lewdly kissed, she started tickling at his balls. His cock jerked with excitement, bumping against the tender part of her forearm. Carnally intoxicating sensations went into his system and stayed there, banishing confused feelings. Kent held Jill tenderly by the waist.
"Do you want to be inside me?" she whispered as her hand came up and encircled his fat shaft.
"I want to be inside you," Kent whispered in reply, knowing she liked to talk sexy now and then.
"I think my pussy is wet for you. Maybe you should test it."
Kent kissed at her cheek and neck as she reciprocated and he lifted a forefinger into her steamy tissues. Jill grasped at him with her well-toned cunt and he felt the hot stream of her anticipatory juices. "You're wet," Kent whispered. "What're you gonna do about it?"
"I'm gonna take your cock in there and I'm gonna slide up and down until long after you can no longer stand it."
"I may just give you a few slides myself," he said.
"Love it," Jill breathed. She lifted onto her knees and went forward slightly. Then Kent slid his ass outward and moved his reddened upright under her curvaceous body. "Come on in, the water's fine," she joked as her open vulva made contact with his flaming tip.
Kent tensed as the luscious spread of her flesh began and slowly enclosed more and more of his length. "Take my cock up into you all the way."
"I'm doing it, baby," she said thickly. Swaying her hips from side to side, she let herself down onto him. Reaching the hilt, she worked her loins to and away from his, then friction of their hairy crotches making tantalizing scratching sounds. Finally Jill became still and, taking Kent's head in her hands, she kissed him succulently on the mouth.
Kent found his hips grinding into motion, rocking from one buttock to the other and making an inch long fuck stroke for her clamped-down cunt. Before long Jill was in motion too, skinning her way up his cock and sensuously down. She was leaning in on him, her head resting on Kent's shoulder. Supporting himself on two hands, he worked his hips now in circular motions, stirring his cock around inside her. But his attention had drifted to across the room again.
He watched over Jill's shoulder as Moira sucked Doug's cock. Cuddling his balls, her lips riding to and fro on his length, she didn't appear to be forcing herself in any way. She was having an easy enough time forgetting about her true feelings, Kent thought.
But then, on closer scrutiny, he saw that she wasn't all that enthusiastic about what she was doing. Doug wasn't getting the show that Kent had that one time...He realized then that he was not jealous of Doug, for there was nothing to be jealous of. Kent was envious. He wished that he could be in Doug's position right now. . .
That feeling deepened as he witnessed Moira relinquish the heavy dong, stand, then bend over the pool table. Doug moved up behind her, touching the full crescents of her butt, aiming his tool at her open entrance.
Moira rested on her elbows on the table and her head lolled back as Doug worked his prick into her needy cooze. He was entering her inch by inch, with each new insertion ending with a retreating of his cock to her swollen folds. He'd drive in, gaining another inch, then back out. When his prick was finally able to go in all the way it felt incredibly long and she couldn't help responding to it.
She made a promise not to let it show too clearly. She could sense Kent looking at her and it wouldn't do to show that she was having fun. It might get him to thinking that any man would do as far as she was concerned, that if she didn't have him around to fuck with she would simply go out and find someone else.
She was not deceiving him. True, Doug was proving to be a pleasure, and she was vulverable to an attractive guy, but Kent had not laid claim to her yet. Once he had, other males would lose their appeal for her. All she needed in order to maintain fidelity was to know that she belonged to Kent. Then it wouldn't matter how long they chanced to be apart-she would not even think of wandering.
Taking time to savor the hot cling of her cooze, Doug eased his pecker in and out. She added to his pleasure by rotating her posterior. Her body undulated sexily before his eyes, and those of Kent.
Jill shortly erected her self and blocked his view, but Kent didn't mind. The view of her undulating body now lifting higher than ever on his cock swept thoughts of Moira from his mind. She was getting down close to the nitty-gritty and she was taking him with her.
Jill glided her tight cunt up and down his hard cock, her cooze becoming like a sucking mouth in its want. Kent kept working his cock around inside her and added up and down motions of his own. They were caught up in a lewd dance, matching one another move for move, driving themselves slowly and steadily into a frenzy of lust.
On the other side of the room, Doug was banging his cock into Moira's deeps. His every drive was ended with a vivid twitch of her hefty ass each time-she had picked a soft spot for him to batter silly and he was obliging, to their mutual pleasure. Moira was resting her chin in the heels of both hands and had a wide, sleepy grin on her face, and she moaned lowly. But if Kent chanced to see her he would see her as bored. A trifle carried away, Doug wasn't in much of a mood to notice anything other than his own pleasure.
Kent's climax was on the brink of happening and from the twisted look on Jill's face he could tell she was in the same condition. He ceased his swirling hip movements and simply lunged his dick continuously into her streaming cunt. She threw herself down at each thrust in a mad desire to bust things wide open.
They finally succeeded and simultaneously shuddered into completion. The hard quick spasms of their release twisted their working bodies, the shooting surges of vivid sensation virtually knocking the wind out of them both.
Moira felt a quick swelling of pressurized heat deep inside her and with two long, luscious glides of Doug's penis she was into her orgasm. Fight for control, she let out a long, low groan through clenched teeth, past widely grinning lips. Doug needed only one more stroke to finish himself off and he treated himself to it with self-teasing slowness. He lurched out quickly, spurted the first wave of his relief and followed the stream deep into her tunnel with a lusty shove of hips. Groaning with pleasure he repeated the trick at least twice, cramming her deeps full with his thick seed. Not quite as full, with satisfaction, was Moira's system, but she hadn't expected anything like that. Kent was the only man who could really do the important job for her.
Jill softened against Kent's body, pushing her tits at him in an effort to draw out every possible sensation from her body. She moaned contentedly, but continued to stroke his wilting pecker with her drenched cooze. He palmed her ass and rubbed her long, curved back, and she went quiet, still.
Kent again looked over her shoulder at Moira and Doug. She was lying in spent fashion on the table from the hips up. He was leaning forward on one arm, rubbing her back. And Kent felt a pang of envy. And more. He wanted to go over there and separate those two, take Moira for himself. To hell with what had happened. He wanted her.
But damn. There was pride again, getting in his way. She would have to come to him. She didn't appear too-likely to do that though...Christ. He needed a drink.
Coincidentally, Jill said, "I'm thirsty."
"You put drinks on the table, remember?"
On slightly shaky legs, she went over and got the two glasses. Standing in front of him, between his knees, Jill handed Kent his drink. They clinked glasses and swallowed down flat-tasting booze.
"Yuck," Jill remarked.
Kent stood. "I'll go for something fresh."
"Go ahead. I'll check with the others and join you."
Kent went ambling up the stairs and Jill started across to Moira and Doug. Moira's eyes lifted to her as she approached. Jill winked in silent communication. Kent was where Moira had wanted him to be.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Entering the living room from the stairs, Moira found Kent standing by the side window that overlooked the back yard. A soft rain was falling and it seemed interesting to him.
Drawing up her courage, or resolve, or nerve, or something, Moira crossed over toward him. "So you like the rain, do you?" she murmured gently, and noticed him tense up slightly. He didn't turn to look at her, even as she came up beside him.
"Did Jill remember that a big storm was about to break open up here?" he asked.
"Yes, she did. So I volunteered to tell you that neither Doug nor I were thirsty, and by now she's forgotten that she was, if you get my drift."
"I thought she didn't want to get mixed up with Doug."
"That was before she found out he has a permissive wife." Moira looked at him. "Can I get you that drink you came for?"
"I've decided I'm not thirsty."
"Don't tell me my presence ruins your, uh, appetite."
"No, that's not it. I just changed my mind, is all."
"I'm glad to hear you can do that-change your mind, I mean."
"Why?"
"Now I know there's hope for you accepting my apology for treating you as shappily as I did."
"Suppose I do accept it, Moira. Suppose I do forgive you. What then?"
"We could begin to explore our possibilities."
That got his attention more obviously focused on her. It seemed necessary to look surprised by her statement, and act like he didn't know her secret. "Our possibilities?"
"You felt something for me, and I suspect you still do. And, since those feelings you have are mutual...." She looked up at him in a shy sort of way.
"Mutual, huh?" he said doubtingly.
"I'm not a principal looking for a coach this time," she assured. "I'm a woman looking for the man who wants her. Because she seems to have fallen in love with him."
"When did that happen?"
"I don't know. I didn't realize it was there until after I'd gone and made a mess of everything."
"Well, maybe human would be more accurate," he offered.
She smiled meekly. "I've been humanish about other things as well," she confided. "Running from what I really wanted, burying myself in that school...I'm resigning, you know."
That was a surprise. "No, I didn't know."
She nodded. "Whether I have something, or someone, to turn to or not, I'm quitting."
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes, I do."
"You're a whole new woman, Moira," he observed. "This takes some getting used to."
"At the risk of sounding anxious, does that mean there's hope for us?"
Kent paused, thoughtful. "Funny. I can't give you an answer."
"Are you still mad at me?" she asked.
"Let's just say my sympathy toward you has not completely sunk in."
"Maybe all you need is more time."
"Could be. But I don't know." He shrugged laboriously. "Maybe now I'm the scared one. Maybe all those things you were afraid of have drifted to me."
"Seems to me, if you were scared, you'd know it. You wouldn't have this uncertainty."
"Fair enough. What is my trouble then? Downstairs, I wanted you. Up here, where I can have you, something is blocking the way."
"People are funny sometimes. Maybe all you need is to have your pants on."
Kent chuckled. "Let's try it."
Moira went and collected their clothes and they both dressed. But to no great surprise they found the change negligible. Kent still found himself unable to open his arms to her.
"Let's go for a drive," Moira suggested then. "The feeling of being in motion will help you think."
They ran to his car in the rain and drove off, heading nowhere in particular. Moira sat quietly on the passenger side, contenting herself with the fact that she at least no longer had his anger to contend with. But eliminating it was all that Jill's talk about Moira secretly wanting him had been able to do, and it was disappointing to find another obstacle to overcome. An obstacle that so far had no identity.
Kent drove a few blocks, listening to the steady drum of rain on the roof of the car. He knew what the trouble was but was reluctant to say it. Mostly because he now believed he was more responsible for this stumbling block than she was. But, it had to come out sooner or later...."I suppose the trouble is I don't trust you," Kent confided. "I don't have reason not to anymore, but here I am, unable to trust you."
"Swell. I've made you paranoid."
"Or something...I just can't get rid of the feeling that there's deception in the air."
"...Maybe it's just whatever that stuff is that causes lightning," she joked, trying to lighten things up. Both for him and herself. That bit about deception being in the air had struck home. There had been a bit of connivery going on back at the house, a bit of trickery designed to make him look at her in a new light. True, it was "honest" deception, designed to do him good, not bad...But it was deception. Would he resent it? Damn. Now she didn't trust him.
"Time," Kent said after a pause. "That's what I need after all."
"Alone?" Moira asked.
"For the time being."
"I understand."
"There aren't any guarantees," he warned. "I may decide not to take a chance on you."
"That's up to you. But once you decide I'm out, if you decide that way, then it'll be for keeps. You won't get a second chance."
"I'm kinda glad to hear you say that," Kent told her. "It assures me you have pride."
"Score one for me. Are you taking me home?"
"Yes."
"How long before you make up your mind."
"I don't know. Do you feel like giving me a deadline."
"Not yet."
Come Monday morning, the matter was still up in the air. Others had been tended to, a few remained, and one was on the brink of being settled.
"Wanna have some fun, Jill?" Moira asked as she took a seat on her desk, facing her friend.
"Sure, babe. Lie down."
"Not with me, silly. With the student I told you about."
"Randy? Don't tell me you've grown tired of him."
"Well, I've decided to go for broke with Kent. If I succeed, I won't want to have Randy still under my sheets, so to speak. If I fail, well, I won't be in much of a mood to do him right."
"I like your method of settling the problem. But tell me, what're you planning for Kent?"
"I'm going to tell him the truth about our little scheme."
"Risky," Jill commented.
"Maybe, maybe not. He's having trouble trusting me and the only way for that to be cured is for me to prove I'm not going to hide anything from him."
"If I were you I'd hold off, wait him out. Maybe even pressure him a bit."
"That's not for me, Jill. I don't want to have the nagging little feeling that he was forced into anything. If we wind up together it'll be because he decided of his own free will to be with me."
"Moira you get more honest and virtuous every day."
"Of course. I'm in love."
Jill laughed. "It looks good on you. I'm gonna have to give it a try myself, one of these days."
"Don't put it off too long, or you're cheating yourself."
There came then a knock at the door and Beth entered with a handful of mail. As she gave it to Moira, Randy appeared in the doorway. Moira waved him in.
"No disturbances, please, Beth," Moira said to her secretary as the woman went out. She closed the door behind her, locking it in the process.
"Come on over," Moira invited to Randy. "Do you know Jill?"
"I've seen her around," he answered. "Hi."
"Hello Randy," Jill purred, glancing over him appreciatingly.
"Something has come up," Moira informed. "I won't be able to live up to my end of our arrangement after today. However, I am going to help find you a replacement."
His eyes went knowingly to Jill. "First recruit?"
"A most willing recruit, I might add," Jill said smilingly.
"Her assets measure up to yours?" he asked Moira.
"I think so," Moira replied. "But why don't you decide for yourself? Show him what you've got, Jill."
It was called moving right along, but Jill didn't mind. She stood up and untucked her blouse, began to unbutton it as Randy moved in beside Moira. She rubbed his back as they both watched.
Jill pulled her blouse open and held it open as she turned from side to side, showing the provocative lines of her sumptuous boobs. When Randy smiled his approval, she removed her top and followed it with her skirt. Turning her back to them, Jill thumbed her panties from the jut of her haughty ass and twisted to display that.
"Very nice indeed," he murmured. "Fantastic legs, too."
In profile, Jill bent at the waist as she ran down her undies and slowly stepped out of them. Her plump tits curved outward, her ass took on a pert appearance, and he got a better view of her sinewy shanks. Then, dressed only in heels, she stood facing Randy, a hip thrown out to one side, slender hands on her narrow waist. "How's this for measuring up?"
"Not bad. But I won't know for sure until I've tried you on for size."
"That can be handled without much trouble," she said to that and stepped toward him. With moderate boldness she opened his jeans. Then she worked them from his hips with his briefs and exposed his cock. Leaning his behind against the desk, Jill bowed low and took his soft penis into her mouth.
Moira eased away from Randy's side and went around behind Jill. Touching the broad, womanly ass, she felt it wiggle invitingly against her hand. Jill curved her back and untucked her pussy, a silent request for a warm-up. With Randy watching rather interestedly, Moira began massaging the folds of Jill's twat. As moisture appeared in the widening crevice, Moira ran a forefinger in and out, fucking Jill as she rocked back and forth, sucking Randy's dong.
He grew and grew in her mouth. Size didn't interfere or cause any difficulty. Each forward motion resulted in his entire length being taken inside, even as he attained full size. The head of his cock went repeatedly into her wanting throat.
"Oh Christ," Randy breathed, marveling at her enthusiasm and ability, "you're fantastic. I want you, I want you."
Jill pulled her mouth free, making a slight popping noise as she did so, and stood in front of him as Moira pulled the long finger from her cunt. "You're sweet," she told him, "but I want you to make sure." She promptly turned around and bent over. Gripping the seat of the chair, she again curved her back and thrust her foreflesh out from between her luscious thigh and buttock junctures.
Once more there was the wiggle of invitation. "You'll be spending time in there too. Better see how comfortable it is for you."
"I'm for that," he spoke up and took the two steps toward her. Once the point of his cock touched between her outreaching inner labia, Jill shoved back and took him swiftly up into her hugging lining. Randy was knocked momentarily breathless, but then recovered with a grin. He pushed her forward with his hips, then held her in place with hands on upturned butt and drew his happy cock out. He smoothly impaled her and it became Jill's turn to have her wind knocked off track.
"Beautiful," Randy enthused. "Fantastic pussy."
Moira moved up close and patted his bare fanny. "I'm glad you like it. Will she do?"
"Mmmmmm, of course," he answered, easing in and out of her fantastically snug grasp.
Moira wet her middle finger in her mouth and placed the tip on the target of Randy's anus. "And here's a little something extra from me to you before we part," she said, and gave him her finger to the first joint.
"Oh Gawd, what're you doing to me?" he gasped.
"Putting my finger up your ass," she murmured sweetly against his ear. She snatched his lobe between her lips and wetly sucked. She inserted the rest of her finger into his ass-hole, inch by inch. "See what I mean?"
"It's driving me crazy," he-practically-panted. Involuntarily his hips jerked to and fro behind Jill.
"It's driving me crazy," the lusty blond wanted him to know.
Moira only smiled contentedly and fixed her attention on working her wet finger in and out of Randy's steamy grab. She enjoyed her small accomplishment, suspecting rather strongly that it would not be as easy for her to settle the matter that still lay ahead.
A short distance from the school was a small park. Moira asked Kent to meet her there after school. He agreed, and arrived a few minutes after she had taken a shaded seat on a bench. He strolled up and sat next to her.
"How have you been?" she asked.
"Indecisive."
"I may have some help for you. Interested?" He sighed. "Alright."
"My apology was met with anger, resentment, and I thought another direct approach would be going up against the same. So with Jill's help I tried to work my way around it. You were to believe that I wanted you but thought it futile to try to get you. You were to believe that all was not lost for us and unless you softened your position you were going to lose me.
"You were tricked out of your anger, Kent. You sensed deception that day because deception was there."
It took him a moment to take it all in. Then, "Was anger all I was supposed to be tricked out of?"
"Yes...I did it so we could be together, Kent. It was wrong for us to be apart and I had to fix things as soon as possible... I had to try, at least."
"And you succeeded, only to find something else in your way. Poor Moira."
"Poor us," she corrected.
"Us," he said thoughtfully.
"You don't know if you can trust me. Well, I'm hoping here to show you that I'm ready willing and able to be open, above board, and honest. I'll tell you all my deep dark secrets and I'll take a hundred lie detector tests a day if I have to. Whatever it takes to prove I'm not out to cheat or con or mistreat in any way, I'll do."
Watching, listening, sensing, Kent took a measure of her sincerity. She seemed to be on the level. . .
"I want to come clean and try for a fresh start," Moira said in conclusion. "A fresh start on the right road. Interested?"
"Interested, yes. Receptive, not exactly. I'll want to sleep on it."
"I kind of expected that."
"I want to sleep on it with you close by."
"Oh?"
"Whether I want you or not is something for my heart to decide, not my brain. And for the decision to be made it needs some kind of closeness."
"Fair enough."
They parted company, then met again later in a moderately intimate restaurant for dinner. The conversation did not touch on the most pressing matter that lay between them. Sometimes this was intentional, but sometimes it wasn't. So they alternated from being comfortable to being uncomfortable. But it was not a hard thing to survive.
After dinner they went to a lounge for some summertime music and a bit of dancing. It became less necessary for conversation as the evening flowed on-what was going to happen was going to happen and there was no use worrying about it. The only thing to do was enjoy the ride. And hope for the best.
"Well sailor," Moira murmured into his ear as they stood together on the dance floor, "you wanna go back to my place?"
"Since that is the point of the exercise...."
Minutes later they were ambling up the walk to Moira's front door. Kent touched her arm and briefly she thought he was going to stop her and say something, but he didn't. In the living room they stopped for a drink. But they didn't follow through right away. Kent halted just past the entrance and gazed somberly at the couch.
"Memories," Moira observed knowingly by his side.
"Bad memories."
"The bedroom will kill you. Maybe we should make it your place."
Kent thought on it briefly. "No," he decided. "I'll take a gamble that there will be good memories to wash away the bad, but they will only do that if they arise from the same place."
"That's a bit deep for me right now," Moira remarked. Then she went to get him his drink. And one for herself. Kent took a seat on the couch and watched her slide in next to him as she served the drink.
"Speaking of deep," he said, "my doubt may go a bit deeper than I'd realized. Not only do I have trouble trusting you, but I also have trouble trusting myself."
"Why?"
"Usually I'm a guy who knows what the score is. But that night, with you, I didn't. I was full of illusions that made me think I did."
"I wouldn't worry about it," she told him. "You've started to trust me, so it follows that you'll trust yourself. I mean, if you can extend me that courtesy, doing it to yourself should be a cinch."
"Have I started to trust you?"
"You just confided something quite personal in me. Would you have done that if you didn't trust me?"
"Good question. I think you got me. But you know, the more I think on it, the more convinced I am that the real obstacle here is my own fear of letting my illusions deceive me again."
"God," Moira said to lighten things, "will we ever get to where we're supposed to be?"
Kent sipped the scotch. "Do I owe you an apology now?" he wondered. "It feels that way. like I've been acting like some kind of jerk toward you."
"Forget the apology stuff. Let's get back to illusions."
"What about them?"
"I just realized, you don't have any. Not about me, at least. I love you, and I want to be with you, and that is a fact."
A slow smile came to him as he studied her. "I guess I do trust you Moira, because I believe what you just said."
"No illusions," she pointed out, "nothing to be afraid of."
He drew a breath. "Well, I guess that settles it."
"I guess it does," she said in somewhat subdued fashion.
Kent chuckled. "What took so long."
"It wasn't long."
"I do owe you an apology, for pinning doubts on you when they should have been pinned on me."
"Oh, you had reason to doubt me-don't worry about that. Hell, don't worry about anything. Now."
Kent took her hand in his and squeezed it warmly. "Fair enough."
Moira shifted in close, returning the hand-squeeze. They touched glasses and drank to a silent toast.
"I wasn't prepared for it to happen this quickly," Kent said. "Takes some getting used to."
"A lot of things need getting used to with you," she teased. "I thought athletes had quick reflexes."
"They do. But I'm an ex-athlete."
"I'll bet you've still got a lot of good moves left though."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"It wasn't a vote of confidence. It was an invitation."
Kent laughed softly. "I accept. Drink up."
Finishing their drinks they abandoned their glasses and turned to one another on the couch. Kent got an arm about Moira's shoulders and eased his other hand to the nook of her waist. She took him in a similar embrace. They paused, gazing into one another's eyes. Their noses touched, their lips nuzzled forth playfully, and at last they joined in a tender kiss. Eyes closed, they felt sheer bliss enclose and consume their bodies.
Mouths gradually coming undone, Moira and Kent sat in each other's arms, staring at one another, memorizing their first moments of togetherness. Everything they needed was there for the taking, and they soaked it in, and all the bad slipped silently away.
"I for one am ready for the bedroom," Kent said presently.
"Step this way," Moira smiled. Her delicate but strong hand taking his, she led Kent to the bedroom. The past was already far away as they went in-bad memories were ghosts of their former selves.
At the foot of the bed they halted and with a simple turn found themselves in another warm embrace. Their mouths fused instantly and strong sensations of oneness took them. Either by accident or intention, they fell over onto the bed. Legs entwining, their bodies pressed together. His cock hardened slowly against the gradually rising heat of her loins.
"I have an idea of what else you're ready for," Moira said to him.
"I love you, Moira," he told her. "I love you, too."
They kissed again and took a long time to savor the taste of their mutual and deepening love. She loosened his pants but could not manage to free his nearly erect penis. Not until he made it possible for her anyway. Kent lifted his hips and she moved down pants and underwear. He squirmed as her hand slid up the side of his outreaching shaft.
Kent ran down the zipper of her dress and pulled it from her shoulders. He rolled Moira onto her back and exposed her full breasts. Her hands went through his soft hair as he licked and kissed and sucked at her tits.
"Tell me this is really happening," she asked whisperingly.
"You know it is," he said. "You know it won't stop either."
"Let's get properly undressed," Moira said then. "I want to be naked with you."
Almost reluctantly they separated. Then, one on each side of the bed, they hurriedly undressed, wanting to be together again as soon as possible. Moira was reclining on her side on the bed as Kent finished and he jumped toward her. He grabbed her sumptuous body and hugged Moira to him.
As their mouths joined his fat cock was pressed between the warmth of their bellies. The damp heat of their steamy crotches mingled excitingly. Their legs entwined tightly. For the time being shared nakedness was enough to satisfy their inner cravings.
"I feel like I've known you forever," Kent said. "But no matter how many times we make love it will be like the first time. No matter how often we do anything it will be like the first time. You've spoiled me. Any other woman now would be second rate."
"You're not the only one who's been spoiled, stud," Moira assured him. She initiated a fresh smooch, shooting her provocative tongue into his mouth.
Their legs relaxed so their bodies could separate. Their hands began roving in exploration for the first time. It seemed futile, that no matter how long it went on they would never know each other completely, but neither could help trying.
The kiss broke and their eyes joined in the exploring. Naturally their mouths soon became part of it as well, testing and tasting and savoring here and there. In rather short order her lips located Kent's cock and, placing a hugging arm about his thighs, held herself close as she started to suck.
Kent swelled with excitement and he moaned as she ran her hand over his cock while sweetly sucking the upper end. "That's fantastic," he breathed. "And this feels like the first time I've known what fantastic means."
Moira giggled into his cock and continued sucking. She washed her tongue over every possible inch and hugged her ovaled lips wetly to his size. As her pace quickened she touched him with fluttery tongue motions and cuddled his balls.
She was profoundly tuned in to sucking him off and Kent groaned as he saw the inevitability of what was nearing. He wanted her to slow down and prolong the exquisite pleasure, but somehow he couldn't manage it. Maybe because she really wasn't going that fast and everything felt too good to change in any way.
Gripping his ass, she worked with wild enthusiasm on his cock and brought him sailing into a climax. His coyly squirming body became stiff and with a lusty groan he came. Soft inner spasms turned into hard, quick pulses of energy, and his cock jerked in virile fashion inside her mouth. His pressurized seed spurted forcefully toward her throat and she gulped it down. His hips lurched to and from her face as his system raced with sensation. And then it started to be over and his body softened, Moira's relaxing with it in sympathy.
"Now, now," he moaned, seconds after his last drop dribbled out. "I've got to have you in my mouth, on my tongue."
"Sounds interesting," she allowed teasingly. "Tell me how you want me."
"Up here," he said, rolling on his back, indicating with both hands that he wanted her to squat over his face. "Come down to me like the gift from the heavens you are."
Moira laughed affectionately as she got to her feet on the bed. "You're a corny guy, you know that?" she said to him. She moved up and planted her feet to either side of his head and slowly bent her knees.
"Corny or not, here you come," he remarked. Stretching his arms, he fit his open hands on the full rounds of her buttocks.
Moira's nipples firmed out as anticipation gripped her insides. She squirmed her steamy crotch down to Kent's mouth and thrilled as he started boldly lapping at her tumid folds. "Ohh baby," she breathed, "now I know what fantastic means."
Kent wasted little time in getting his tongue inside her. He stabbed his stiff probe in and out after preparatory flicks and each thrust of tongue sent a jolt of arousal through Moira's bod. She began to pant with excitement above him and he poured on the exciting friction and lewd caresses.
Moira's climax rose swiftly out of its hiding place and went surging out to answer her need. Wave after wave of carnal sensation rolled through her. Her flesh had never quivered so hotly with sheer delight.
With the last of her strength, Moira stretched out on top of Kent and rested her head on his shoulder. He palmed her shivery thighs and ass, and rubbed her back, then simply held her to him. She squirmed warmly as though trying to burrow inside him.
"I can feel you in my heart," he said to her. "But there I go, being corny again."
"The trait is contagious. Don't stop."
"Come away with me?" he asked. "To the great northwest?"
"Of course."
"I wanted to make it official. Marry me."
"Naturally."
In that moment his reviving cock reached a high point and fell back into the nook of her ass.
"Fuck you?" she said. "Certainly." Drawing her knees up, she erected herself over him and slipped his still-growing penis into her clingy heat. Then she lay down on him again, swinging her legs in together over his. "But it will take a long time."
"Then we both know what's good for us," Kent grinned.