The two miners, Luke and Clem, saw the young journalism student. She was sprawled there on the grass now. She looked at them groggily. She was in a daze from the accident. That was something they were going to take advantage of.
"You want to fuck that cunt first, cousin, or should I?" said Clem.
"You take the honors, cousin ... shove that big dick of yours right up her tight little cunt. She looks ripe for the taking."
And Luke proceeded to get out his throbbing prick and move it up between her spread thighs. He stuck three fingers in her cunt and worked them back and forth at rapid speed, getting the cunt opened up for him then as he jammed his prick into her. The girl looked at him and then at the other cousin and screamed.
The two boys only laughed at her alarm. There was no one around to save her. She was at their mercy, they knew, and she would soon find it out for herself..
"Fuck that cunt, boy, and make her scream for you!"
CHAPTER ONE
Judy Winters was coming out of her Journalism class when the instructor called to her.
She stopped and turned around to look at him. He was just coming out behind her.
Mr. Bishop was tall and lean and rugged. He was a very good-looking man. He had been voted the handsomest instructor at the college in one of those silly polls that the school paper was always taking. And Mr. Bishop knew that he looked good and had a lot of charm to go with it. And besides all that he was a very good teacher.
Judy Winters thought that he was an inspiration. He always taught a good class. You weren't punished if you missed one of his classes, not in the sense that he would put a bad mark against you for it, but only in the sense that you would miss out on something good, something important and worth hearing about. And if they wanted to miss out on that then they shouldn't be going to college in the first place, she thought.
He was not very old, at least not for the amount of experience he had had. She figured he was probably around forty or so and looked a number of years younger than that. It helped by virtue of the fact that he exercised a lot. You could see him out on the track most mornings, jogging a couple of miles before he went to work.
Judy liked to run too and that was where she got to know him on a more personal level.
She would put on her tight running shorts and her t-shirt and track shoes and get out there at just about the same time he was there. He would smile at her and exchange only a couple of words before he would start running again. She would hit the track too. and they would jog around for a while. She was in good shape herself and could usually keep up with him until he was finished, especially if he started first.
Then, when they were winding down and catching their breath, they would talk.
Sometimes it was just small talk or gossip, though he pretended not to be very interested in anything like that, unless it was something particularly amusing.
Other times she would ask him things. Judy was hoping to become a reporter and sooner or later a foreign correspondent. She knew that it was a glamour job that a lot of people from all over the country would also like to have and that there weren't enough of them to go around, when you came right down to it. But people did get those jobs, she reasoned, and there was no one who could tell her that she couldn't have it if she worked hard enough and studied hard enough and learned all there was to know.
And also, she thought, if she cultivated friends like Mr. Bishop, who knew a lot of influential people in the newspaper business and could be very helpful when she graduated and eventually went looking for a job somewhere. She knew better than to think he could get her set up as a foreign correspondent for some big paper or wire service in Paris or
London or wherever she would really like to go, but he could get her a good starting job and then she would be able to build on that and bring herself up to the position that she was really interested in, doing something like her heroes had done before her.
Mr. Bishop had worked for several big newspapers when he got out of journalism school in New York. He had started at the bottom level and worked his way to the top in pretty fast order. He had been there on the scene when a couple of big stories happened and these were the big breaks that he needed, the ones that would put him in the public's eye.
And after enough big breaks and good work he was able to get the job he wanted. He became the youngest chief of a big wire service's Rome bureau. He held that job for several years, garnering lots of publicity because of the coincidence of big stories happening in Italy or in other parts of Europe. Mr. Bishop became a minor celebrity, at least among fellow journalists and news-groupies. He was able to land several interviews that were heralded as scoops. He was not exactly famous as big-names go, but he was certainly having a meteoric rise and had a talent to be reckoned with.
But after a decade of more of this sort of hustle and bustle, Bishop had decided he was going to retire for a while. He announced that he was going to be working on a couple of books, his memoirs and also a novel that he had been thinking about for some time.
Because he thought that real retirement would drive him crazy he took up this teaching job at Judy's college where he would teach aspiring young journalists how it was done.
He had never taught before, but he seemed to have a natural talent for the field.
Certainly, Judy knew no other teacher at the school who could be so spellbinding, so humorous and serious and captivating all in the same minute, sometimes.
Judy noticed as the semester went on that the class was getting more crowded rather than less crowded as most classes got, with students not bothering to come in very often except for tests. Instead, they were getting people who were not really registered for the class, coming in to hear this interesting man tell some of his stories about the famous people he had met, the stories he had been in on, and the action he had seen in various war zones when he was involved in that kind of reporting.
Judy knew she was being arrogant, but she had the feeling that only she was really entitled to friendship with Mr. Bishop. The others were just wasting his time.
All they would do, after all, when the class was over and people would gather around the instructor's desk and ask him some pertinent questions or else questions that were simply out of nowhere. And that was when a lot of them would ask him things that Judy thought were entirely stupid. They would only want to know about this famous person or that one and some were so dumb, she thought, that they would actually ask him about the times he had appeared on television talk shows and they would want to know what Merv or Tom was really like. God, Judy thought, how stupid can you get?
Judy, on the other hand, if she was going to discuss anything with him during school hours, she would want it to be relevant and interesting and intelligent.
Bishop was not one of those who ever got really ebullient with his compliments. He would say something was good if he liked it. You simply had to realize that he didn't say that very often and when he said it he meant it and it was a compliment.
And he often said it to Judy about her work. And she knew that even if he was not saying anything in the way of wild praise, he appreciated what she was doing and the brain she had in her head, and she had a good idea that he singled her out from most of the rest of the class, and that she was one of the few with real potential.
She liked to think that she was too. She was sure that she was going to have a career in journalism. At those times when she was not feeling too full of herself, she would concede the possibility that she would not become the next Tom Bishop. But you never could tell. He started somewhere, she thought, and maybe when he was my age and didn't have much experience he was at just about the same level of competence.
She wasn't about to say anything like that to Bishop himself, though. She was smart enough to watch out that she didn't turn him off with any show of arrogance.
But there wasn't much chance of that. When he would really have some time to spare her and he would be talking to her and there weren't a lot of people around, then she would become just as star-struck as the rest of them-especially the girls.
Judy was worried about a couple of things in this regard. She liked to think of it as some of the girls making fools of themselves, but it was really just the green-eyed monster rearing its head. She was jealous of them, and a little scared.
She was afraid that one of them was going to seduce poor Mr. Bishop.
She was sure that he was able to handle himself in this regard, but at the safne time they were beautiful girls and she was sure they were tramps and would willingly throw themselves at him, just to be able to brag that he had fucked them.
It irritated her that some cunt who had nothing in common with him would get into his bed. All right, she told herself. So what if I want to too? That didn't matter. She did have something in common with him, after all. She had a lot in common with him, for that matter. Yes, plenty. They got along fine and they had similar interests and she was his best student. She was really showing progress. It was mainly because of him, too, and the way he inspired her to do better and better all the time, and made her see how interesting and how fascinating the subject of journalism could be.
And another thing was bothering Judy. It was jealousy mixed with insecurity.
Even though she had been getting to know Mr. Bishop pretty well since the course began, and they ran together, and she was a good student, and he often told her what a good job she was doing, he still hadn't made any move on her.
No, he hadn't shown her anything that might make her think that he was interested in her sexually. He had joked with her sometimes. He had even laughed when she ventured to say something that might be considered a little vulgar, or a little erotic.
But those things had not managed to get him to make any move on her.
It wasn't as if such conduct was unheard of at the school. Judy was quite familiar with the way that some of the other teachers carried on. She knew of friends who had fucked their teachers and she had even been propositioned in the most subtle way on two separate occasions. A history teacher had given her wide, round ass a gentle pat and he had smiled and asked her if she was doing anything that evening.
But she had passed. In general, where school was concerned she was strictly business. She didn't want to go and get her head all mixed up with emotional or romantic problems when she was trying to do a good job, get good grades, and parlay that into a good job after graduation when she got out in the world and went job-hunting.
But with Mr. Bishop she had to admit it was different. Yes, for all the seriousness, for all the respect she had for him and wanted him to have for her, deep down somewhere inside of her there was a romantic girl just like so many of her classmates and that romantic girl wanted him to respond to her like a man, to look at her and be enchanted by her and to lust for her body. That was what she wanted, all right.
But she didn't seem to be getting anywhere with that idea.
No, so far Mr. Bishop had not shown any interest in getting into her pants. She knew that if she had acted the same way, with the same little signals to most of her other male teachers who were not too old to remember what sex was, she would certainly have been approached, asked to come meet them after hours or whatever.
But not Mr. Bishop. He wasn't biting at the bait that seemed to be offered.
He didn't seem to know that she was even offering it to him. Why was that? she asked herself. Doesn't he think I'm attractive or something? she wanted to know.
It did seem pretty un likely that he would find her unattractive, unless he was gay, and she was quite sure that he wasn't, because of a couple of celebrated affairs he had had with some big names in Europe, including a teenaged Princess of a certain Principality there.
No, he was straight, she thought. Somebody that rugged and good-looking would just have to be. It would be a crime against nature if he wasn't, she decided.
And he did seem to be amused by the attentions of those sexpot types who came around him, wiggling their asses in their tight jeans, or bending over so that their plump titties came into his view. They knew what they were doing, all right, Judy thought.
She debated whether she should try the same sort of approach. She didn't dress in any plain fashion, but she didn't show what she had in quite the same way.
But she had it to show, that was for sure, she told herself when she looked in the mirror.
Judy was tall and round, with a big, firm ass and plump titties. She had a very pretty face and bright blue eyes and long, light brown, almost golden hair.
She decided she would give it a try, very soon. She would buy some jeans that were a size or two too tight like the other girls did and she would stop wearing flannel shirts and pants suits and start wearing some things that would accentuate her tits and ass.
But today she was wearing just a nice white dress with a black belt and medium heels on her feet. She had her golden-brown hair pushed up in a bun on her head and pinned there. She looked good, but then she always tried to look pretty good.
Today's class had been about yellow journalism. Bishop had a strict morality about his chosen field and he was explaining to the class some of the things that journalists and publications did that slanted the news or else simply lied about it.
He gave them examples of false scandals and minor stories that were built up into something big in order to sell more papers. He showed copies of such stories and even read one through completely and then commented on it.
It was another one of those classes that simply made you realize what a wonderful man this Mr. Bishop could be, Judy was thinking to herself as the class neared its end.
She hated it when the class was over. She hated to know that it was ending and she would have to go to her next one. The other classes were just work by comparison. You listened and you tried to stay interested and get a good grade. But here, in this Journalism class it was something else, something a whole lot different. She didn't care about the time. She wasn't conscious of it. It just seemed to fly by when the wonderful Mr. Bishop was going on about some aspect of his subject of expertise.
Yes, it was always over too soon, she thought, sighing as he told them all he would see them on Wednesday. Always too soon. And she hated the way more and more people were taking up his time when the class broke up, in the few minutes he left to answer individual questions before he headed for his next class or his office or wherever.
She put her notebook in her bag and put her sweater on and got up. She walked up the aisle slowly, hoping that the crowd might thin out by the time she got up to the front. But there were still a couple of them. They were girls, naturally, and they were smiling and shaking their tits as they laughed about something or other.
Mr. Bishop just smiled tautly at their antics and nodded his head.
Judy looked at him, not expecting any recognition, but then he glanced at her. Their eyes met for a moment and then he looked away. Judy sighed and continued on to the doorway.
A guy from class was standing there and spoke to her. He asked her something about some other teacher and whether she had heard if he was out sick that day. She said she had not heard anything. Then the boy made some small talk which she wasn't interested in. She was feeling disappointed. Her whole relationship with Mr. Bishop had been going along so nicely and she could almost figure out the way it was going to develop, and now it seemed to be drifting right away from her, right out the window.
They were all going to fuck him first, all those girls in there, the ones who liked to stare at him and make silly remarks and giggle and shake their tits.
The boy stopped talking to her and said goodbye and walked down the hall.
Judy paused, took a breath and then continued on her way. But she was only a step away when she heard-him, Mr. Bishop, calling to her. It was quite a surprise.
She stopped in her tracks. She couldn't believe what she had heard.
She turned and saw him coming out of the classroom and staring at her.
She gulped. She had talked to him many times before and they had done all that running together, but because she had been thinking so intensely about him just then, and feeling so distant and yet so close to him all at once, the fact of him suddenly intruding into her thoughts, calling to her and coming over to her, was almost shocking.
She returned to reality after one moment of this, and realized that he probably had some question as innocuous as the ones she had just answered for her classmate.
"Yes, Mr. Bishop?" she asked the handsome instructor when he reached her.
"Oh, Judy," he said. "I'm glad I caught you before you left. I had all those nitwits around me after class and it's hard to get rid of them. God, they think you're their psychiatrist or their babysitter or something, I don't know what."
She was startled. She had never heard him speak like that about any of the other students, though she had often figured he had to look down on them. Anyone with any brains could tell that some of those who hung around with him after class were idiots.
It was strange. Even the tone he was using was rather different. It was so intimate, so confiding. It did something to her that she couldn't quite comprehend. But she shivered as a chill ran up and down her spine. It was very strange. And it wasn't as if he had said something romantic, after all. He had only been sarcastic.
But he was staring at her now and it was giving her some more of those chills. She gulped and looked back at him. It was hard to look into those blue eyes of his and not start to feel entranced by them, somehow. She couldn't figure it out.
She cleared her throat and let out a very awkward chuckle. This was the first time she had ever been like this with him. Usually she was doing her best to act cool and professional, wanting him to think they were talking journalist to journalist.
She told herself to straighten up. She couldn't go on like that. She didn't want him thinking that she had turned into another one of the nitwits that he didn't like.
"Um ... what did you want to tell me, Mr. Bishop?" she asked him, now regaining her cool, finally. She gulped and then looked him in the eye again.
"I was wondering if I could see you in my office today. This afternoon sometime. What do you think? Do you have some time off when you could come visit?"
She was startled once again. He had never asked her anything like that before. She had always done the asking those times when she wanted to meet with him. What was he asking her for? What did he want? Had she done something wrong? she wondered.
"I ... uh, yes, I have a free period from two to three. Is that okay with you?" she asked him.
"Okay. Make it right at the start of the period so we have plenty of time together, all right?" he said. "Two o'clock I'll be looking for you, Judy."
And then he winked at her. He had never done anything like that before. His blue eyes twinkled at her and he flashed his dimples for a moment.
Judy felt weak in the knees as she stared back at him. Winking at her! She couldn't believe it. What did he have in mind? This was really strange, she thought.
He started past her, looking back and smiling and nodding his head up and down.
"Two o'clock. All right. I'll be there, I guess ... I mean, of course, yes," she mumbled.
He continued on down the hall. She stumbled back against the wall. She found that her heart was beating fast and she was a little out of breath.
God, she thought, there's something wrong here for him to have that kind of effect on me just asking me to come see him in his office, for God's sake.
There wouldn't be anything to it, after all, wink or no wink. He would just have some special project for her or something like that. Yes, that was all it would be. She was the best student so that was why he picked her. He couldn't exactly ask those dumbo cunts that were always bothering him. They were good for nothing. But they probably all would have loved to get some project to do for him and to visit him in his office.
It was only school business, she finally decided. But then she thought about that wink again and it made her wonder. Just what was in his mind? she asked herself.
Well, she shrugged, pulling herself together now. She would learn about it at two, anyway. And now she was really looking forward to seeing him then.
Even if it was nothing at all special, just some little project or other that he wanted to discuss with her, it would be fun to be alone in his office with him, just the two of them talking about whatever it was that was on his mind. His brilliant mind, she thought. His wonderful, wonderful mind. She sighed and went to her next class.
But she couldn't get him out of her mind and she didn't really pay any attention to the next instructor, thinking only about her rendezvous, business or not, with the handsomest and most interesting man at her college.
And then finally it was time to go and see him. She didn't want to act excited.
She didn't want to seem like some kind of gushing fool. She had a crush on him, that was true, but she didn't have to act like those brainless girls did around him. She was sure that he wouldn't respect that if she did it. She would act intelligent and smart and not give him the impression that she was an idiot or anything like that. Not at all. She would let him think that. She would be her usual smart and intelligent self and not let him think that she was quite a bit different from all of those other girls.
And she was, dammit, she said. She was different from all of them. They were just mindless dolts, stupid cunts, that was all they were. And he was smart enough to know it.
Maybe he was fucking them, but that was all they were good for was fucking and after that there was nothing to do with them, she told herself. If he wanted to have any sort of intelligent conversation in or out of the bed they would be the wrong ones.
They would definitely be the wrong ones for that sort of thing, she thought. After some time spent with them he would have to be dying for some intelligent feminine company, and there was always a chance that was why he was asking to see her now.
She knocked on his door. There was no answer at first, but then she heard a squeaking sound from his chair inside and then she heard his sharp, masculine voice.
"Come in, Judy," he said, and it thrilled her to hear him say her name and to know that he was expecting her like that. It was wonderful, she thought.
She opened the door and went inside. She smiled at him. It was a nervous smile. She didn't want to act too friendly and silly. She was still a student and he was her teacher and this was probably, as she had already decided, just school business.
He sat back in his chair and stared at her. His blue eyes were twinkling in the strange light that filled the office. He smiled and nodded his head.
"Yes, come in, Judy, good to see you. You're right on time. That's one of the things that I like about you, the way that you're always on time, always right there with whatever is needed. You're quite professional. Yes, I like that about you."
It thrilled her to hear him saying something like that. It was wonderful.
She entered the office and closed the door behind her. He hadn't asked her to do that, but she enjoyed the idea of being in his office alone with him, with the door closed.
And then he said something which went quite a bit further along those lines.
"Before you sit down, Judy, would you mind locking that door there. Just turn the little lock over the handle for me, all right? I want you to do that so we're not disturbed by anyone. You never know when one of those silly girls might show up and just come storming in here asking me if I saw the latest rerun of Gilligan's Island or something. God, you know how they are, Judy. Such fools. Not like you at all."
Judy gulped and smiled nervously. He had never been this forthcoming with compliments before. No, never. It was really something to hear him talking like this.
She sat down. She was glad that she was wearing one of her sexier outfits today. It was not that she wanted to descend to the level of the girls he was now making fun of, but he could certainly try and fight fire with fire. She could show them that she was just as sexy as they were but had a brain besides, which they sorely lacked.
She made sure to cross her legs in such a way that a lot of flesh showed. She had long legs with firm but fleshy thighs. She knew she was attractive. The question she had to ask herself was whether Bishop knew it or not.
But he was looking. Yes, he was definitely looking at her. He was staring at those long, crossed legs and nodding his head and looking very thoughtful.
She wondered what was going on in his brilliant mind. What could he be thinking about her? she asked herself. She wished that she had mind reading powers and could just get inside him and know what he really thought about her and if he lusted after her.
Bishop chewed on his lower lip. He seemed to be lost in thought at that moment, nodding his head up and down, considering the young woman in front of him.
Judy felt her stomach getting butterflies. If only he wouldn't keep looking at her like that. It was ironic really, because she had wanted him to give her more than academic looks all this time and now when he was finally doing it, it was making her uneasy. It was because it was so unexpected, she thought.
He did seem to be flirting with her but she didn't know what to think about it. She didn't know whether to flirt back at him in the giddy style that those groupies of his used, or whether to try and maintain her dignity. Perhaps this was some kind of test.
No, she told herself. No, he wouldn't be doing anything like that. He wouldn't be testing her or trying to get some sort of strange thrill out of her.
But what did he want? What the fuck did he want? she asked herself, really nervous and just a little bit frantic by all of this waiting.
At last he said, "I really admire you, Judy. I guess you already know that. Yes, I would have to say that you were my best student, no question about it at all."
"Well, thank you, Mr. Bishop. That's very nice of you to say, very nice," Judy said.
He stood up then. He moved around his desk and started towards her.
"You can't imagine how fond I've gotten of you ... I guess it's taken a while for me to see how much better you are than all of the others before I could really come to face what I've really been feeling below the surface all this time."
"What ... what do you mean, Mr. Bishop? I ... I'm not sure I understand what you're saying," she said.
Of course she had an idea about what he was saying but she hesitated to let her mind go to this fantastic level. He couldn't really be saying that! No, it would be too much of a dream come true. Such things didn't happen in reality. Did they?
He came over to her, right in front of her and stood there and nodded his head and smiled. He was thoughtful, far away, and yet very close at the same time.
"You are a wonderful person. So smart and so beautiful at the same time. I don't find a woman like you very often, and that's the truth. And when I do find one, and when I've finally wised up to the fact that she's there, I try not to let her get away before we become what you could call very good friends ... very close friends."
Judy shifted nervously. What on earth was he saying to her? she wondered. Now it really did seem like he was being seductive, romantic, sexual....
He stood only inches away from her and smiled and nodded his head.
Judy looked at him and gulped and took a deep breath. Her Adam's apple was bobbing up and down rapidly. She wanted it to stop but it wouldn't.
He leaned forward to her and touched her under the chin. He tapped her there and then rubbed at her gently. She looked at him, her eyelashes batting furiously.
He smiled and then leaned forward, still holding her head up by her chin. He pressed his lips against her, kissing her softly yet firmly and excitingly.
Her heart beat at twice its normal speed and the blood raced in her veins. When he lifted his mouth up off her again she was gasping and her breasts were heaving inside her dress. The nipples were becoming erect and clearly sticking out against the thin cotton material of her tight dress. She looked down at them and then up and saw that he was staring at the taut nipples himself and smiling. His eyes met hers. She was embarrassed by the intimacy and looked down. But she found herself glancing up at him again and this time their eyes met for a long, erotic moment.
He kissed her again and this time his hands went to her breasts, fondling them and cupping them, bouncing them in the palms of his hands.
"Oh, Mr. Bishop," Judy moaned. It was the only thing she could think to say under those peculiar circumstances. She gulped and looked up at him.
And then she was pursing her lips as he came in for another kiss. This one was more soulful than any of them. And this time he had broken through her will to resist this strange and unexpected business. She reached up and embraced him.
They held each other and twisted about and his hands stayed on her tits for a time before he reached down and touched her crotch. He quickly and deftly slid his hand up under her dress. She shivered convulsively as she felt those fingers moving in at her like that. He moved right up against her crotch.
She was wearing tight nylon panties and he grabbed at the crotch of them, pulling on them and tearing out some of her pussy hairs in the process.
"Oh God, Mr. Bishop ... oh ... I don't know what to say ... oh my gosh...."
"Say that you want it, baby, say that you've been waiting for it, that's all you have to say to me now ... and then we can make each other happy ... yes, yes, sublimely happy," he said in between kisses on her lips and neck.
And in the next moment they had moved from the chair to the little throw rug on the floor. He was pushing up her dress, uncovering her long, meaty thighs. His fingers scratched at them. He rubbed and tickled her. She shivered. She could feel her cunt spewing out a steady stream of pussy juice. When he finally got his fingers inside her cunt, she realized, he was going to be in for a very pleasant surprise indeed.
She gasped and grabbed at him. She had never felt quite this excited before. The excitement was building all through her, more and more all the time.
"Oh, I want you, yes, yes, I want you so much, do you hear me? Do you hear what I'm saying to you, my darling Judy? My beautiful, brilliant student ... I've wanted to do this for so long ... since I first saw you in those running shorts and that tight t-shirt ... oh God, yes, yes, it's true, it really is the truth...."
She didn't stop to think of the fact that Mr. Bishop was only responding to her body. Her good mind seemed not to matter anywhere near as much.
"Oh, then you should have told me, Mr. Bishop ... yes, yes ... " She was feeling wonderfully complimented, on top of the world. The one and only Mr. Bishop had stated what he thought of her, and he liked her, he really liked her. He wanted her.
All of her sophistication, her intelligence, her business-like attitude, the seriousness and dedication all seemed to go right out the window now that she could possess him sexually the way all those other girls wanted to do with him.
He started pulling her panties down away from her flesh. She trembled at the touch of him, and such a strong, insistent touch it was too.
She groaned and stuck her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it. His hands massaged her tits and her pussy. She quivered all over. She was alive with lust.
"Oh yes, yes, Mr. Bishop, take me, take me ... I want you ... I want you to fuck me, only me ... tell me how much you want to fuck my hot cunt, Mr. Bishop! Tell me!"
"Yes, yes, Judy, only you ... I want that pussy, that hot pussy ... oh God, yes, yes, I do, I want to shove my throbbing dick right inside there ... all the way!"
"Yes! All the way, all the way! Oh God, yes, that's what I want! I want it so bad, your whole throbbing prick right inside me! Deep inside my cunt!"
He ground himself against her as he fondled her pussy. He jammed his fingers in and out of her, back and forth through the heaving, twisting cunt.
Yes, he was inside her now, his fingers pushing up into that hot hole. And she was getting wetter and hotter all the time. The juice flowed out over the fingers. He pumped them back and forth, back and forth, again and again without pausing.
"Oh God, Mr. Bishop ... I'm so hot, I'm so very hot for you," Judy cried.
"I know you are, sweetheart. I can feel that. Jesus, that's a lot of juice pouring out of you ... a helluva lot of cunt juice inside there...."
They wrestled from side to side and now her hungry fingers were opening his pants. She wanted that cock of his. She wanted to feel it in her hands.
This was like some wild dream, a fantasy come to life. The thing that she had secretly been dreaming of for so long. It was so secret that she often didn't even admit it to herself. But it was happening. Yes, it was happening right now, right here. It was going to be wonderful, just wonderful, she knew. She was going to have him inside of her. Oh, that was what she wanted all right. That was all that she had ever wanted. She could talk all she wanted about professionalism and admiring him for his work and his mind but what she wanted was his body and wanted him to fuck her and want her and to possess her. That was all that she wanted of him now. And it looked like he was going to give that to her now, yes, he was going to fuck her and possess her.
"Oh God, Mr. Bishop, yes, yes, this is wonderful ... this is what I've been dreaming of, it's just what I wanted all this time, oh yes, yes, it is!"
"You think I didn't know that, gorgeous?" he said. "You think I didn't know that you were hot for my body?" He laughed. "Sure I knew it. A man can sense that sort of thing. Of course he can, you beautiful hot bitch, you."
Her fingers were pushing down the front of his pants, reaching for his cock. And then she found it. Her fingers wrapped around that pulsing length of muscle. She squeezed on it, rolling her fingers around the knobbed head. He quivered and moaned as her fingers dug into the flesh of his cock. She was really desperate for it, reaching down and grabbing hold, pulling on it, twisting and digging her fingers into the pulsing prick, grabbing and holding and squeezing and making him moan and shiver.
"Yes, yes, go for it, baby, go for that fucking cock there," he said. He groaned and smiled and shivered. "Yes, yes, grab hold of that cock and let me feel your fingers, your nails sinking down into my cock flesh, oh yeah, yeah, that's it!"
She tore the pants and underpants down from his front and then she could see the head of his cock. It was big. Yes, it was enormous. Seeing only that top part of the cock she already knew that it was everything that she wanted.
She tore the pants right down from him now and he helped her so that they were down around his knees and his entire cock and dangling balls fell into view.
He looked strange to her at first, almost comical as she stared at him and gasped. He looked so different and bizarre compared to that upright gentleman who taught the classes she went to. She could hardly put the two images together as she looked at him.
But she only paused to think about the ridiculousness of it for a moment.
Then she was onto him again. She was grabbing at his cock, wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft and pumping it back and forth, back and forth, again and again, again and again without stopping, pumping away, back and forth, faster and faster.
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes, Mr. Bishop, I want you, I want you so much, so very much,"
"And I want you to my precious beautiful student," he whispered at her.
They kissed again. She reached , mouths locked and their tongues battled together for another minute as their hands went exploring each other's bodies. Both bodies convulsed with passion.
"Mmmmm, you feel so good against me, Judy, really you do, oh yes, oh yes you do, mmmmm, so nice, so very nice ... oooohhh, yes, yes, that's it, touch me, touch me, grab at my cock, sweetheart, that's the way, that's the way to do it...."
"Yes, yes, I love it, I love to touch your cock, Mr. Bishop," she said.
"And I love having you touch it, I really do," he said to her.
"Oh God, I could touch your cock forever, yes, yes, I could, for years and years I could touch that throbbing prick of yours, do you hear me? Mmmmmm, I never want to let it go ... I want to hold onto it and have it with me always...."
"I wouldn't mind that a bit, sweetheart," her handsome Journalism teacher told her.
She shivered against him and her fingers dug into the throbbing flesh of his cock as she pumped the organ back and forth, back and forth.
"Oh, this is wonderful, so wonderful," she gasped. "Oh yes, yes, it is, it really is ... it's more than I had ever thought it would be ... no, no, I never expected anything like this to happen between you and mc, Mr. Bishop...."
"Of course you did, Judy, come on, admit that you really did."
"But ... but I didn't think so ... no, not like this, I never could have imagined that something quite like this would happen to you and me."
"But I don't believe you," he said, nibbling on her ear, blowing in it and then sticking his tongue into it and making her shiver. "No, I don't believe you when you say that to me. I think that you're lying to me."
"I'm not ... no, no, I'm not lying to you. I can't be lying to you. It's the truth. I wanted you, yes, from the first minute that I saw you I think that I wanted you, Mr. Bishop, but how could I ever think that you would come for me ... like this, when you have so many other women going after you, who would be perfectly happy to have you fuck them instead ... and I've been such a pompous ass-hole about everything ... why would you want to fool around with me if I was like that, I figured...."
"Oh, sweetheart, you're being too hard on yourself, much too hard," he said. "It wasn't anything like that, no, no, not at all. I wanted you. I always did. I have always respected your mind but I like you anyway. I like your body and I like your mind. I want to know your mind but I want to fuck your body."
She shivered again as she heard him say those words. They ran through her like an electric current. This was all much more than she had ever counted on. It was thrilling, every moment of it as they wrestled together there. It was her wildest fantasy come true and she was almost too thrilled to enjoy it completely.
But her body was responding. Her cunt was dripping cunt juice all over the place and he was working it up into a lather, pumping three fingers in and out of her pussy hole, back and forth through the quivering, quaking cunt, making her shiver and moan and gasp and shake with delight. The pleasure was enormous, she was thinking, and that was only from his fingers. She was almost afraid to think what it would be like when he got around to shoving that dick inside her pussy and fucking her with it.
She was so excited now that she thought she was probably a good candidate for a heart attack if her excitement increased much more, and she wasn't kidding.
She gasped as she grasped at him. She rubbed her thighs over him. She wanted that cock inside her. She was like a cat in heat, her cunt gushing fluid as the fingers jerked back and forth, back and forth, again and again, still working her up.
And then she couldn't take any more. She had to have Mr. Bishop's beautiful prick inside her pussy. She had to have it deep inside her, deep inside her heaving pussy.
"Come on, oh come on, please, Mr. Bishop, please fuck me now ... jam that big prick inside me, deep inside my cunt ... mmmmm, really give it to me, give me that prick, oh yes, shove it in there, shove it in deep, right up my hot cunt! Mmmmmm! God, yes, yes, that's what I want you to do, mmmmm, I want that so much, so very much!"
"I want it too ... yes, yes, we've waited long enough, sweetheart. I might as well give you the full taste of my prick now ... get yourself ready for it now...."
"Ohhhhhh! Mmmmmmm! I'm ready for it ... as ready as I'll ever be, I am, yes, yes, I am!"
And then he shoved his long, throbbing dick up her pussy and rammed it fully through her. She felt like she had been impaled on it. She started convulsing and climaxing almost at once. The prick rammed away, in and out, back and forth, faster and faster, all the time, again and again, back and forth, back and forth, fucking her to a second climax and then a third.
"Mmmmmmm! Ahhhhhh! I'm coming! Oh yes, yes, fuck that cock into me! You're making me come and it's beautiful, it's so beautiful!" she screamed, scratching her nails down his back.
CHAPTER TWO
It had been a wonderful experience for the girl and it was not to be the last one she would have, either. Now that she knew Mr. Bishop liked her in a sexual way they were going to be real love partners. They were going to make love as much as possible.
When she left his office that day, she was thrilled. She was walking on air as she moved along the street, thinking about how it had been, how that cock of his had felt and how it felt while he was shoving his prick in and out of her cunt, back and forth, driving her higher and higher into the realm of ecstasy. It was glorious, that was what it was, simply glorious. She couldn't believe that she had felt such ecstasy.
She got home that evening and she went right to her bedroom. She was sharing an apartment near the campus with a couple of other girls from school. They all had their own bedrooms, which left them with their share of privacy and not much else.
Otherwise the place was a shambles. None of the girls was particularly neat and they all hated housework so the place normally looked like it had just been ransacked by a group of psychotic vandals. But Judy called it home and that was just what it was.
Home sweet home for this time while she was away at school and learning how to be a journalist, learning the things that would stand her in good stead for the rest of her career. Yes, it was true. Lamont Cranston College had a pretty good reputation for its Biology Department, its Geology Department, and its whist team. But the Journalism Department was getting a better reputation all the time and now that Mr. Bishop was teaching there full time it was really going to be famous for it.
And she would be one of the star pupils to come out of that shining school out in the wilds of the state.
Well, she had to admit that it wasn't really the wilds of the state. It was a pretty wild state and there were still plenty of territory that was practically living in the Stone Age. There were all those hill people, the hillbillies in the popular folk culture, and there were the strange mining communities where things hadn't changed much in a couple of hundred years. They were backward, weird people making a very tough living in a very difficult way, many of them dying at very tender young ages.
But she felt a little proud of her state. After all, it was the state that several prominent celebrities had come from in the past, including Wasco Tump and Bingo Fudge, among others. It was quite a state, really, when you looked at it from that point of view. And now it was going to be even better, even bigger. Yes, it would be wonderful, she thought. And she was going to become one of the most famous people from there.
At any rate, she went home after that strange and wonderful meeting with Mr. Bishop in his office and she went into her room and closed the door and stretched out on the bed.
She closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. She tingled all over. It was almost as if he was still fucking her, still shoving that beautiful dick of his in and out of her pussy, shoving away, sticking it right in there, in and out, back and forth, again and again, faster and faster, all the time, again and again, fucking the shit out of her.
And she loved it. She loved the feel of that dick going in and out of her, back and forth, again and again, fucking her, making her come, making her scream and shout and love what he was doing to her. And her cunt was now juicing just as it had been back there in the office when he really was fucking her. She put her fingers down there against her cunt and touched her hole. She slid her fingers up into it, back and forth through the heaving, twisting pussy. She had taken her panties off because she knew that she would probably be touching herself in just this way. And now she was. Yes, she was shoving her fingers inside her cunt, pushing them in deep and sliding them in and out, back and forth.
It was wonderful. Yes, if she closed her eyes and thought about it it could be almost as good as it had been, as it had been there in the office with Mr. Bishop.
She opened her thighs wide and slid her moistened fingers right inside.
"Oh God," she sighed as a wave of pleasure shot up all through her body.
She pushed the fingers in deeper, pushing them right up inside the hot cunt.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good, Mr. Bishop, that feels so good ... mmmmm, yes, yes, it does, it really does ... ooohhh, yes, yes, I love it, I love for you to fuck me...."
And she did. She had to do it again, as soon as possible. She didn't know what she would do if he didn't give her the chance to fuck with him again. They had to do it, and the next time it would not be so rushed, so awkward. She would be ready for him this time and they would be able to luxuriate in an hour or so of foreplay. Yes, that was what she wanted. That would be perfect. She would play with his big cock and make it get hard slowly, inch by inch until it was a throbbing pole in her hands. And then she would suck on him, sliding her mouth all the way down his long prick.
Yes, and he would fuck her, and he would take his time this time. He would fuck her slowly, moving his cock gently in and out of her and making her shiver and moan and gasp and then convulse as the pleasure started to mount and rush all through her.
And as she thought of all of this she was working her fingers into her cunt, pushing them deep inside. Her horniness was almost unbearable now. She didn't know whether to keep masturbating or to rush out of the apartment and go looking for Mr. Bishop again. Either thing was okay as long as she got some satisfaction. The urge for sexual release was reaching an almost painful level now as she thrashed about on the bed.
The fingers jerked in and out now, back and forth through her hot, wet pussy hole. She gasped and twisted about. The pleasure was starting to sear her, rise higher and higher, all through her body, more and more all the time. The heat became scalding.
"Oh God, yes, yes, Mr. Bishop, oh yes, that's good, mmmmm, that's so good, fuck me, fuck me, stick that dick into me,"deep inside my hot pussy ... oh yes, oh yes, do it to me, do it to me, mmmmmm, that's so good, so good, yes, yes, it is ... mmmmmm!"
Her voice was getting louder and louder all the time, as the passion seized her.
She couldn't fight it. It was much too strong for her. She twisted and convulsed and gasped as the pleasure reached its peak and vanquished her.
"Ah, ah, ahhhhh!" she moaned as she reacted to the climax she had caused.
There was a noise at the door that she didn't really hear. She was too caught up in her orgasm and her memories of the afternoon spent in the embrace of Mr. Bishop to notice that someone had entered the room there and was looking in at her.
It was Sheila, the gorgeous, full-bodied girl from New York who was one of her roommates. She had frizzy hair and a bit of a long nose, but to the local boys at the college she seemed very exotic and sexy, as if she was from another country rather than simply from the Bronx. The problem was that no matter how many of the boys wanted to fuck Sheila, Sheila didn't want to fuck any of the boys. She was a lesbian.
Judy had nothing against lesbians, she had just never found herself interested in making love with another woman. She didn't mind having Sheila as a roommate since the girl was smart and funny and she didn't usually bother you with her predilictions.
But this was the first time she had come upon Judy in a compromising situation.
She stepped into the room and stood there and looked at the girl in the bed.
She had started to speak when she entered the room and then stopped when she saw what was going on in the bed there just a few feet away from her.
"I was passing the hall and I heard you moan or something. Is there anything wrong with you, Judy, or ... oh my God, so that's it,"
Sheila gasped.
Judy stopped what she was doing at once and looked straight ahead at the roommate from the Bronx. She gulped and her tongue hung out and she looked very embarrassed.
"Sh-Sheila ... oh, I ... gosh, I thought the door was locked," Judy said.
She was still in a whirl over the climax and it was hard to concentrate, to talk to somebody with all of that pleasure whirling around in her body. It was like being dizzy, like running around and around in circles and then stopping suddenly.
Judy didn't know what to say, seeing her standing there nearby like that. It was not something she was used to explaining. Girls didn't masturbate like this, after all. And if they did it wasn't sloppy and grotesque like this, with her dress still on, thrashing about on the bed and it wasn't even dark out yet. And the door wasn't locked.
She realized that Sheila had to think she was a perfect fool, and the thing Judy was worried about most was if the girl told people this funny story and word spread and pretty soon everyone on the campus would know about the time she was masturbating in the afternoon and moaning like she was going out of her mind.
It would be something a lot of people would love to hear about her too, since she did try her best to have a very sophisticated, somewhat condescending attitude towards a lot of people. Those people who she did, truth to tell, look down upon would love to hear a story like that and they would certainly make the most of it. Judy could almost see them calling some nasty remark to her when they would see her at school.
Oh no, she thought, that would be just too much. It would never do. Never. She would have to reason with Sheila and make sure that the girl didn't tell anyone about what she had just seen. Judy was sure that she could never face anyone again otherwise.
She sat up and gulped and coughed and tried to smile at the girl.
"I, um, uh ... well, Sheila, I guess this looks a little funny to you, doesn't it?" Judy said, trying to sound wry but only managing to sound guilty.
Sheila moved into the room and closed the door behind her. She glanced at Judy for a moment and then, with a little smile on her lips, she turned the lock on the door. And then she came in, right over to the bed where Judy was. The dress was still pushed up to Judy's hips and Sheila had a good view of the girl's lush pink cunt and the golden brown hairs covering it.
Judy suddenly realized that was what Sheila was looking at now.
"I, uh ... " She was at a loss for words. She saw Sheila licking her lips and nodding her head and smiling strangely as she looked in at the pink cunt meat.
Judy felt very strange. This was the first time that they had really been in any sort of intimate situation like this, and this was the first time that Judy was really aware of Sheila actually looking at her like some sort of sex object.
Sheila came right over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. She looked at Judy very warmly, but her eyes did keep glancing down to her cunt.
Judy had been naked in front of other women before, of course, but none of them, to her knowledge, were lesbians. This one definitely was one, and she was definitely interested in her. It made Judy very uncomfortable, but it was not entirely negative. Her cunt was wet and tingly and primed for arousal, under any circumstances.
Now, as Sheila sat there, only inches from the girls open cunt, it made Judy feel very sensual, knowing that she was being lusted after. And Sheila's lust was no secret. She glanced at the cunt and licked her lips as if thinking what it would be like to lick the lips of that pussy instead. She smiled at Judy. Something was going on in Sheila's mind, and Judy was trying to figure out what it was.
It wasn't difficult, anyway. No, it was far from difficult to figure out what was wrong, what the problem was. Sheila wanted her. But Judy wanted something from Sheila. She didn't want her telling anyone about this. She wouldn't want anyone to know that she had been masturbating during the day and screaming like a banshee.
"You ... you won't tell anyone that you saw me like this, will you, Sheila?" Judy asked her in a soft, friendly voice. She was testing the waters.
"Tell anyone? Gosh, I don't know, Judy. I mean, who would I tell such a thing to?" Sheila said. "It's not the sort of thing you could report to the newspapers ... well, I guess maybe some people at the school paper might love to hear about it, just off the record, though, I'm sure. It couldn't be printed. Too dirty, I guess."
It was just the thing Judy least wanted to hear. It meant that Sheila was thinking along just the lines that Judy feared she was thinking.
That mention of the school paper was the real dig. Judy spent a lot of her time working there and she liked to lord it over the others who were doing less important jobs than her or doing a less than perfect jobless perfect than her, anyway. Telling them something like this that they could tease her about would be devastating.
"No, Sheila, you wouldn't want to tell them, I'm sure you wouldn't," Judy said. She gulped and smiled awkwardly at the girl. "You wouldn't tell, would you?"
Sheila laughed and shrugged, She was acting like she was teasing but Judy knew that there were some real stakes up for grabs in this discussion.
"Well, what would be in it for me, baby, if I didn't squeal on you? Hm? Answer me that, why don't you. And by the way, that's a gorgeous cunt you've got there."
Judy shivered when she heard her use that word. It was something in the way that she said it that made it more than just another word, but carried meaning, erotic meaning and carried emotion with it too. It was as if Judy could feel the sound of the word between her legs. Yes, inside her own cunt, which was still warm and wet.
"What would be in it for you? Gosh, I don't know," Judy said coquettishly. "What on earth might you want, Sheila? I mean, what would I have that I could give to you? I can't imagine anything, now that I think about it."
Sheila raised her head up, squinting at the girl. Then she smiled and nodded.
"Well, let me see, what on earth could I want that you have ... a very good question. Yes, a good question there, my dear girl ... let me just think a moment...."
Her eyes turned down to the other girl's cunt. She eyes its gleaming pinkness. She licked her lips. Sheila could almost taste the warm, aromatic hole.
She looked up at Judy again and gave a meaningful nod of her head.
"I think you might know what I would want from you, Judy. It's the same thing that I have wanted from you from the first moment I saw you. Do you want to take any guesses as to what that might be, sweetheart?" she said.
Judy didn't even realize that the girl was moving a hand towards her. But then she jumped as she felt something. A finger. It was touching her thigh.
Their eyes met and Judy didn't know what to do next. She didn't know whether to give in to this, what Sheila wanted, and safeguard her reputation at the same time she blackened it, or whether she should simply risk getting Sheila mad by turning her down.
She didn't think the latter possibility was a very good one. Sheila now looked distinctly turned on by all of this and would not take it well.
She shivered as she felt the fingers moving up her thigh. It felt so strange to have a woman's fingers there where she had only felt a man's before.
But in the state she was in it did not feel that bad. No, with her cunt all juicy and warm it felt quite nice and appropriate to have that hand teasing her like that.
She gulped and shivered and looked Sheila in the eye. They stared at each other, and Judy realized that she was being hypnotized in a purely unscientific way.
And then she stiffened as those fingers moved suddenly right up her thigh and grabbed hold of her pussy hair. She pushed her fingers right through the golden curls and Judy quivered all over when she felt this happen to her.
She was going to close her thighs up and block the hand from going any further, but she didn't do that. She just kept those legs open the way they were and allowed the other girl to go on exploring her wet and very warm crotch as she wanted to.
Sheila now breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that it was going to happen, that she had blackmailed Judy into allowing her to seduce the beautiful girl.
She moved her hand against the cunt meat, trailing her fingers softly over the hole. Judy quivered some more, but now she was getting herself ready for what was going to happen and she was less nervous about every little touch of her hand.
She slid the fingers inside slightly. She twirled the fingertips around and around in circles, making Judy quiver and sigh. There was pleasure now, Judy had to admit. Her cunt was primed for it and she was definitely feeling it.
Sheila started bending over, bending towards the cunt. She was sniffing. Judy could see the girl's wide nostrils flaring as she breathed in the odor of pussy.
Judy was excited. She was turned on. It was hard for her to admit it but it was the truth. She really was turned on by all of this. She would never have thought that she could be, that she could ever have any sexual feelings towards another woman, but she was having them. There was something about the situation that was entirely sexual, she had to admit. There was something about it that simply turned Judy on.
It was partly the fact that her session with Mr. Bishop had made her really crazy with lust, and if he wasn't around then whoever was there would have to take his place.
Not that anyone could really take his place, in the literal sense. He was too wonderful for that. There was simply no one she knew who could compare with that fabulous man.
He was the best. He was wonderful, fabulous. She was aware that she was rapidly falling in love with him. Of course the feelings had been building for some time, but now, after they had sex together it was really consolidated for her.
But this was an acceptable alternative for the moment when she didn't have him near her, touching her and caressing her and fucking her. If Sheila wanted her and she could help Judy get some of the sexual tension out of her body that was building up more and more all the time, then so be it. Judy wouldn't be the one to complain. Now Sheila bent right down there, blowing softly on the moist meat.
"Oh, yes, yes, that's a beautiful cunt you've got there, really beautiful, baby," she said. "God, that's the most beautiful cunt I think I've seen in the longest time, really it is ... so deep and plump and firm and pink ... God, yes, that's beautiful!"
And with that she pressed her lips against the pussy. She kissed it right in the center. Judy shivered as she felt those lips against her cunt. And then she shivered again as she felt the tongue sliding into her. The tongue pushed right inside and worked around, moving back and forth, in and out of her, drilling a path right up the inside of her cunt. Judy quivered and reached out to grab at the bed sheets as a wave of pleasure rushed up all through her, making her gasp loudly and shiver again.
Sheila lifted her face from the crotch and looked up at Judy.
"Do you like that, honey? Huh? Do you like it when I touch my mouth and my tongue against your pussy like that? Hm, isn't that nice, baby?"
"It's ... it's nice, yes, yes," Judy agreed breathlessly. She undulated her hips, trying to give Sheila the signal that she wanted more of the same. She wanted that tongue to slide deep inside her pussy, deep inside and lick all over and drink up the juices that were flowing out of her bubbling pussy hole.
"Yes, yes, ha ha, I think you really do like it, yes you do," Sheila chuckled. "I think you are probably one of those who have those secret longings that you never want to go through with ... but then all of a sudden something happens and you find out what your true nature is all along. Isn't that the case, sweetheart?"
Judy gulped and shook her head and then shrugged her shoulders.
She knew what Sheila was trying to do. She wanted to make a convert. She wouldn't be satisfied with a mere seduction. But that was all right. Judy could string her along on that subject for the time being, just so she didn't stop sucking her cunt.
Sheila looked at her and seemed to contemplate something. And then she shrugged and lowered her face to the dribbling pussy once again. She shoved her tongue right up inside, startling Judy and making her quiver and moan and reach out for Sheila's curly hair.
"Mmmmmm, oh God, that feels good, that feels good," Judy whispered excitedly.
"Of course it does, girl, I could have told you that a long time ago if you would only listen to me ... but I know, I know, you'll tell me that you aren't that sort of girl or some sort of bullshit like that ... well, I won't tell you anything more right now, I'll just show you ... I'll just show you how good it can be, baby...."
"Yes, yes, show me, show me," Judy moaned, lifting her hips up and writhing them in Sheila's face, twisting her cunt right under the Bronx girl's nose.
And that was more than enough inducement for Sheila. She gasped, sniffing deeply at the wonderful odor of pussy. She took a deep breath of it, licked her lips, and then plunged in once more, burying her tongue in the warm, wet meat.
She licked up and down, up and down, and
Judy shivered and quivered and ground her cunt down against the girl's mouth. She loved the feel of the tongue sliding right up the cunt channel, pushing towards the back of it and sucking up all the juice.
"Oh God, yes, yes, that's good, that's so good," she moaned. "Mmmmmm! I love the feel of that so much, yes, yes, I really do, oh God, yes, yes, I do, mmmmm, it's so good, so good, I love it ... ahhhhh, suck me, suck my hot cunt!"
Judy couldn't believe she was saying these things, but she was, she really was. She had even forgotten about Mr. Bishop for the time being. He was just a distant memory now and that hardly seemed a possibility to her. No, that didn't seem possible that she could have forgotten him after the short time that had passed. She had been so wildly enthusiastic about him only a few minutes ago, but now she had forgotten about that. She had forgotten about all men now as she was receiving the kiss of life from the sexy and excited Sheila. She was feeling her tongue, her long, wet tongue.
That tongue pushed up inside hercunt, deep inside it, running back and forth, licking up all the juices that spilled out of there, more and more all the time.
"Oh God, that feels good, that feels so good, so very good," she moaned, twisting, shuddering under the attack of that hot, drilling tongue she was using.
Sheila ran her tongue all around the twisting pussy. She used her fingers to open the lips wider and wider and then pushed her face in deeper, tighter against the quivering pussy. She ran her tongue up and down and then moved up to hit the clitoris.
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes," Judy cried. "You're going to suck my clit! You're going to suck my clit ... mmmmm, yes, yes, I want that, I want it so bad, so bad!"
And Sheila gave it to her. She pushed back the foreskin on the clit and then slapped her tongue right against it, pushing down hard and making Judy quiver and shake.
"Oh, oh, yes, yes, yes, that's the way, oh God, yes, that feels so good, so fucking good, Sheila, mmmmm, yes, yes, yes, I love it, mmmmm, what you're doing to me, mmmmmm, it's wonderful, yes, yes, I love it, I really do, oh God, yes, it's good, it's wonderful!"
And Sheila continued to hit her with the tongue, mashing it against her clit, and then sucking the clit right between her teeth. She pulled it out fmr and then even pressed her teeth against it. It sent Judy right up through the clouds. She screamed and moaned and shivered with lust as the girl from the Bronx attacked her.
"Mmmmm, don't stop, don't stop, yes, yes, please, please, give it to me, give it to me, stick that tongue against my clit and don't ever stop, no, no, never stop!"
And Sheila didn't seem like she would ever stop. Her tongue pressed against the clit and didn't let up. She slapped at it, up and down, up and down.
"Mmmmmmm! That's good, that's so good, Sheila, yes, yes, it is, it is! So wonderful! Ayyyyyyy! Suck it, suck my clit and then suck my hole, suck my fat pink cunt hole! Ayyyyy! You're making me come, you're going to make me come, do you realize that?"
"Of course I realize it, sweetheart," the lesbian from New York laughed into the cunt as she tried to take a breath. "And I'm not going to stop, either."
She plunged in again, driving the tongue up the hole and then sliding it up to attack the clitoris once again. It was all driving Judy wild with passion. It was as good as the fuck with Mr. Bishop, but she was reluctant to admit as much. No, she didn't want to accept that. This might be fun and all of that but the business with Mr. Bishop was the real thing. It was the thing that really meant something to her.
They twisted about now and she reached down and held Sheila's ears. She pulled her close against the cunt, rubbing her whole head up and down and all around.
"Mmmmmm, oh yes, yes, yes, give it to me, give it to me, that's the way, oh yes, that's so good, so good, suck me, suck my cunt, suck me dry, yes, yes, yes, do it to me, do it to me, Sheila, don't stop ... keep that tongue going, keep it going!"
And Sheila did keep it going. She sucked harder. She seemed to get a second wind at this point and was able to suck harder and faster all the time.
"Mmmmmmm, yes, yes, yes, do it to me, do it to me, that's it ... I'm going to have another orgasm, another one ... oh yes, yes, I am, mmmmmmm! It's too much, oh God, yes, it's great, so good, suck me, suck my pussy and make me come, baby!"
They rocked from side to side as Judy held her ears, holding her tight against her pussy and urging more and more of her face and whole head right in there, inside her cunt. And Sheila was more than willing to do that. She loved the taste and smell of pussy and she loved the way that Judy was reacting. It was wonderful. She was reacting just the way Sheila always dreamed one of her initiates into lesbian love would act.
Judy was something else. Either she was one of the most passionate women she had ever met, or else she had been in some sort of particular mood this afternoon that made her all sexually keyed up the way she was just at that moment. Sheila couldn't figure out what the real reason was but she wasn't going to worry about it too much. She was just going to go on sucking away, and enjoying the way she was drenched by the pussy juice that was coming out, hitting her almost like some wonderful, aromatic sea spray, filling her mouth and her nostrils and dampening her face. And she plunged in there, moving her mouth all around and sucking and licking and enjoying it all so very much indeed. She was turned on too now.
Her cunt was drooling and burning hot. She needed some of the same treatment that she was giving to Judy. But she didn't know if Judy would be ready for that.
She couldn't underestimate the girl, though. No way. She would have to keep an open mind about that. She would give her everything and then see if she wanted to reciprocate.
And there was a very good chance that she might do that.
She continued sucking her pussy now, sliding her tongue in and out of it, back and forth through the twisting, heaving cunt, lapping up the juices as they flowed out, more and more all the time, bubbling, drooling juices coming into her mouth.
Sheila's own excitement was mounting more and more, faster and faster all the time.
"Oh God, oh my God," Judy screamed out. "Mmmmmmm! Yes, yes, yes, it's wonderful, so wonderful, mmmmmm, yes, yes, yes, it really is, oh God, yes, yes, it is! I love it! I love it so much, I really do! Suck me, suck my hot cunt all to pieces! Yes, yes, yes, that's the way to do it, mmmmmm, that's the way to do it to me!"
Sheila lifted the clit up with her fingers again and then fed on it.
She wrapped her tongue around that little red ruby and pulled and stroked it and Judy went crazy with pleasure. Yes, the pleasure was mounting all the time, higher and higher, rushing up through her and swirling around and around.
"Mmmmmmm! Yes, that's the way, that's the way to do it to me, suck me, suck me, suck my hot cunt out, mmmmmm, that's so good, so good, it feels so wonderful, yes, yes, it really does, so good, ohhhhhh, suck that cunt, suck that cunt!"
And Judy was then going through another explosion of pleasure. It rushed up through her and wouldn't stop. This was the best one yet, no question about it. The pleasure just rose and rose and continued like that till she thought she was going to lose her mind from the rush of pleasure that was hitting her at that moment.
"Mmmmmmmm! Yes, yes, yes, do it to me, do it to me, mmmmmm, suck my cunt out, suck it dry, yes, yes, yes, that's the way to do it! Oh God, yes, that's good, that's so good, suck me out ... and suck on my clit again, bite it, bite it!"
And Sheila bit it, digging her teeth right into the throbbing clit, pulling it out and twisting it this way and that way till Judy was just about ready to pass out.
"Oh God, ohhhhhh! Yes, yes, yes, that's the way, that's the way! Oh fucking shit, that's wonderful, so fucking wonderful, yes, yes, it is! Ayyyyyy!"
And Sheila attacked her more vigorously than ever, pushing the tongue in, working it back and forth, back and forth, again and again, faster and faster all the time.
"Ohhhhhh! I'm coming, I'm coming! I am, I am, yes, yes, that's so good, so good, oh Jesus, suck me, suck my hot cunt and don't ever stop, Sheila!"
And Sheila was more sure than ever that she had found a convert, but she didn't know that Judy could forget all of this, burying it in her memory and pretending that it never happened. She would never think of it again and Sheila would be frustrated by the girl's future indifference. They were just two cunts that passed in the night, as far as Judy was concerned, and Sheila was just going to have to face that fact.
And she continued to gobble away at the girl's cunt while her own pussy drooled and pulsed and begged to be given some of the same glorious, violent treatment.
They twisted on the bed and the springs creaked as the two fought and the pleasure rose along with the odor of hot, aroused pussy.
CHAPTER THREE
Judy was very excited when she went back to school. She didn't know how she would react when she took her next class with Mr. Bishop. She couldn't be sure that she would be able to control her reactions or emotions. She knew that it would be a pretty sorry scene if she were to suddenly rush out of her seat and start embracing and kissing him and professing her great love for the man who had seduced her in his office.
But it was all right. She managed to come in and take her seat and not blow up or anything when he entered the room. She had been tempted to go and visit him in his office and see what might happen there, but she thought that would be pushing it a little too much. She didn't want to go and scare him off or anything. No. This was developing just nicely. They had been friends first and then lovers. That was good. He had some respect for her that way. He knew that she wasn't just a cunt, she reasoned.
He began the class. She had some trouble concentrating on what he was saying. She usually followed closely and took lots of notes but today she had trouble doing any of that. She didn't even bother opening her notebook. She couldn't.
All she could do was stare at him. Watch him as he lectured the class, watch the way his body moved, the way his mouth opened and closed. And she could remember the day before when he was using that mouth to kiss her and excite her and that body of his was nearly naked and he was writhing over her, twisting and grabbing and shoving his prick into her pussy hole, shoving it right inside, deep inside her cunt.
She found herself daydreaming, lost in a reverie about that day before and wondering when the scene would be repeated. She was fighting with herself over whether or not say anything to him about it and ask when they could meet again.
She was afraid. She didn't want to have him turn on her. But she didn't think he would do that. It was not likely that he would do that. He was not that kind of person, she felt. If he was then she wouldn't feel as she did about him.
No, he would be nice to her. He would want her. And the next time was going to be better. She would tell him that, whispering confidentially to him that they should go to his place or somewhere where they could be alone together.
She knew that he would want to fuck her again. It had to be that way. He would want to have a relationship with her. She knew that it might not last forever but it would be good, it would be very good, she thought. They had so much in common. Yes, they really did. She knew that she was not fooling herself when she thought that.
She was being honest with herself. He was an important person, a wonderful person. He had everything that she wanted. But she could give him things that he didn't have, as far as she knew. She could give him warmth and love and affection and all that sort of thing. Yes, that was what she could give him and he would appreciate it.
There was something she saw in his eyes, even in the heat of all that animal passion that had been going on there yesterday, that told her he had a warm spot somewhere inside him for her and that they could really get along together.
Yes, it was possible. It was definitely possible. She thought that she could offer him a lot and that of course he could offer her plenty.
This was love, she thought wistfully. It was a bittersweet sensation. You loved someone and wanted to give yourself totally to that person, and at the same time you were afraid, afraid of giving too much and then being left out on a limb, hurt and abandoned. She didn't want that to happen to her.
But for someone like Mr. Bishop, she thought, it was almost worth the risk if there was just a chance that you could get him for good.
She wondered what she could do to really make him go for her the way she was going for him. There had to be something she was capable of doing. But what?
She was already the best student in the class. She could work harder, but it wouldn't really show much difference. It wouldn't stand out, the way that she wanted to.
If only there was something practical, she thought.
Yes, something she could do that would really distinguish her to him and make him realize that he was not just fucking some student who had a crush on him.
No, this was going to be something better and deeper than that. By far. She was sure of it. She was not going to let him get away from her. She couldn't. She wanted him and she was going to get him, one way or the other.
She would talk to him, she told herself then. She would talk to him and ask him when they could meet again and they would get together and make love and have a whole afternoon together, perhaps. Yes, that was what they would do. It was all going to be so wonderful, she decided. It would have to be. But she would still have to find that something that would distinguish him to her. There had to be something.
She listened to him going on and on, telling something about the subject of his expertise, but she wasn't really hearing it. None of it was sinking into her mind.
She just listened and nodded her head and sighed as she watched him.
His words were just a blur as she listened to him going on and on. She watched him moving across the room, going up to the board and writing something.
God, she thought, even the back of him was sexy. She watched his shoulders twisting as he wrote something across the board. She didn't even bother to look and see what name he was writing on the board. It too was just a blur to her. It might even have been her own name, for all the knew. He might have been congratulating her to the class for another job well done as he had done before. Of course, she didn't expect that it would be for the job she did yesterday afternoon. That would not be like him.
That was their private secret, just between the two of them.
But she wondered how many others in the room had similar secrets that they shared with Mr. Bishop. She looked around at the other girls in the room.
Several of them, those sexy ones that were always disturbing her in one way or another, were watching the teacher with sappy smiles on their faces, smiling and nodding as they listened to him giving his lecture to the class on his subject.
She had to admit that they probably didn't look any worse than she did a moment before when she was staring at him in the similar fashion. What did that mean? she wondered.
Did it mean that they had the same things on their mind as she did?
And did it mean that they were also reliving similar experiences with Mr. Bishop.
She sighed and scowled and looked down at her desk, trying to relieve the pressure that was building up inside of her now as she had all these conflicting thoughts and emotions. It was going to tear her up inside if it went on for much longer, she thought.
She had to talk to him. God, why wasn't the class over already so she could talk to him and see what his reaction was to her today after he had fucked her.
She cursed herself for being subtle about it and not going to see him in his office in the morning before he came to class. Then she could have gotten some idea, and she would have been able to rest a little easier and to pay attention in class.
She knew that if what he said to her was bad enough she would just skip the class completely. She was sure that she would be mature enough to handle whatever his reaction might be if she had a few hours to think about it and get her emotions under control.
But this was terrible, not knowing what she was doing, what he was thinking.
Each one of those simpering girls she looked at got her just a little bit madder. She couldn't help it. She saw them and she burned up. Why didn't they leave Mr. Bishop alone, for God's sake! she wanted to know. She hated them for wanting to jump on every bandwagon whether they had any business there or not.
Now Mr. Bishop was the big thing, the handsomest man on campus and all of that shit. So they had to go for him, and try and seduce him and be his favorite. But mentally they were only cut out for romancing the junior football team, she thought bitterly.
She wanted to go over to them and call them sluts and whores and tell them to get away from her territory. She was the only one in the entire class who had anything in common with Mr. Bishop, and she happened to have plenty in common with him. Yes, they were very similar people, she felt. No one could say that they weren't, dammit. They couldn't. That was all that there was to it, she decided.
And then she realized she was simply having a temper tantrum, an anxiety attack.
She gulped and closed her eyes and covered her face with her hand as she tried to get herself back under control. It was not easy, though. She kept looking at her watch and wondering what time it was and when the class would be over. It couldn't be soon enough for her, she was thinking. Not soon enough.
And then finally it was over and she could get out of there. She was afraid.
She didn't know if she should talk to him or not. She had worked herself up into such a frenzy that to go up to him now might be suicidal. She was so keyed up that she was very much afraid she would just turn into a blithering idiot when she got in front of him. And that would be the worst thing that could happen, she knew. Certainly, that would be the worst thing. She sighed and shook her head. She was disgusted with herself for all of the craziness that had suddenly entered her life.
She didn't even want to think about what she had done last night with her roommate, Sheila. That had simply gotten out of hand. She reasoned herself into doing it, somehow, and she did it. But she knew that it was stupid of her. She would undoubtedly live to regret it since Sheila wasn't the most trustworthy person in the world. No, she was known to brag and joke about her conquests, and many of those conquests were not lesbians but people like Judy herself who had gone along with it for the chance to have a different kind of thrill. Sheila, though, would make more out of it than that and some of her conquests would end up feeling very uncomfortable.
She moved slowly towards the front desk as everyone was leaving. And just as there always was, a few girls crowded around the desk to ask him some questions.
She wondered what she should do about it. Should she wait for some signal from him or should she forget it for now and try and see him later on?
No, she decided. She couldn't do that. She couldn't wait till later. It would drive her crazy. She was already nearly out of her mind waiting this long.
She went up to the desk and waited to catch his eye as the others babbled at him about this or that, the usual silly things that they talked about.
She waited to catch his eye but he didn't seem to be noticing her.
It was almost as if he did it on purpose, she thought. Yes, it was. It was as if he knew that she was there but he was deliberately not looking at her.
Why would he do that? she wanted to know. What could his reason be for acting that way towards her? It didn't make sense. It bothered her. She trembled, wanting an answer for her problem, yes, wanting to know what he thought he was doing acting that way.
It wasn't right, she told herself. What did this mean? Was he really some sort of secret male chauvinist pig or something or what was he?
She stood there trembling. She was sure that she was going to do something crazy in a moment if something good didn't happen. He still wasn't looking at her.
Why? Why was he being like this? she was screaming to herself internally.
She heard something that nearly shattered her. It was his voice, his laugh.
He was laughing at something. He was laughing at some joke that one of the girls made. Damn him. Was he going to fuck her in his office today?
She was trembling. She knew that she had to get a grip on herself. If he did look at her now she was afraid she would start thrashing about like some sort of lunatic.
She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She prayed that no one was looking at her just then. If they looked at her she was sure they would say something. She must have looked like she was having some kind of fit or a seizure or something, she mused.
She could hear his voice in the background, saying something to the girl. She had big tits. And no bra. Her nipples were sticking way out of her shirt. They were practically poking Mr. Bishop in the eye, damn her, she thought to herself.
And then she heard the girl's voice. Judy managed to open her eyes and look and see what was happening. They were through. The girl was nodding and thanking him and closing her book and moving away. There was one more there, though, with her friend.
They asked him something trivial and then Judy was struck with the frightening thought that she was about to be alone with him.
After all of the worrying and the fears, her nerves were almost shot, and now she felt so self-conscious that the idea of talking to him at all filled her with horror.
She only had a moment. The girl there talking to him was only asking him something simple and she was already about to thank him for his answer and leave.
She wanted to bolt right out of there. Yes, get away quick before anything was said. He still hadn't looked at her. Or else he was consciously ignoring her.
And snubbing her? she wondered frantically. Her nerves were gone now. She was a mess.
What's wrong with me? she screamed internally. How can I be acting as foolish as this? It didn't make any sense at all, none at all, she realized. She was being like some sort of pathetic high school student, she knew. She was just being silly over someone who was just a man, after all, not a god, no matter how much she liked what he had done and what he stood for in her life. She had to remember that.
The moment of truth came and went and she didn't bolt from the room as she was thinking that she might. She stood her ground. She would get this over with now, one way or the other, she decided. Yes, if he didn't want anything more to do with her then he could tell her that for a fact and she wouldn't bother him any more.
He would still be a good teacher even if he had abused her and taken advantage of her affection for him. But she wouldn't have to like him as a person and she would simply do her job and not think about him as anything more than an instructor.
The girl was leaving. Mr. Bishop smiled that smile of his where his eyes also twinkled. It was that smile that you could tear you to pieces, really make you fall head over heels for the guy ... just as Judy and so many other had done.
She stopped, this girl who had something to ask him. She came back again.
And Mr. Bishop still hadn't looked at Judy. She was watching him carefully now, trying to work up her courage by confronting him, by facing him down and hoping to get a clear, honest description of where she stood in regards to this Casanova of the schoolroom. If he didn't want to be bothered by her any more then that was fine. She wouldn't bother him any more. She wouldn't take it personally. She would just know that he was an ass-hole and leave it right there. That would be fine with her.
Damn him anyway. He was nothing all that special. He was a teacher. He was not doing all the great things he was teaching any more, after all. He was only talking about them. Living off his memories. That was nothing to brag about. She remembered how that old saying went, that if you can't do it you teach it. Yes, maybe that was it, she thought. Maybe he had just burned out. That could explain it pretty clearly, she thought.
He was burned out. He was there to fuck students and to gain their confidence and to show off and make them fall in love with him and all of that.
The bastard, she thought. He was nothing but a right bastard, that was all. Damn him. When he did look at her she would tell him so right to his handsome face.
He wasn't even all that handsome, she was thinking now as she got ready to confront him. The lines and wrinkles of age were starting to show. He would soon be an old man. She would tell him that too. He was probably just trying to bring back his youth by having affairs with the students in this way. And that was pathetic.
The girl finally moved away. And now she was there with him. He had to notice her now. Good God, was he going to try and drive her out of her mind or something?
And then he looked up. Judy was seething. Her features were contorted. Love could work in strange ways and it had brought Judy to the point of raging paranoia and anger. She was ready to kill him and if she had had a weapon in her hand she probably would have used it on him then and there, and she knew it too.
But then Mr. Bishop looked right at her and his eyes seemed to dazzle her.
His gaze suspended her fury for a moment. It immobilized her. She stood there staring back at him and watching how those eyes twinkled into hers.
"Judy. I'm glad you stopped. I missed you. I've been wanting to talk to you since yesterday. I was glancing at you all the time while I was teaching. I hope none of the students noticed it and got suspicious or anything, you know."
"You ... you were glancing at me?" she said, not sure what he meant by that.
"Sure I was. I guess I just can't take my eyes off of you. That's the way it goes, I guess, when you fall for one of your own students like I did."
Judy swallowed hard. She was almost choking. She couldn't believe she was hearing this. It was the last thing in the world she expected to hear from him.
She had worked herself up into a positive frenzy and had all sorts of choice remarks she was going to give him when she got the chance. She was going to really let him have it, all right, and tell him what she thought of his lousy tactics.
But now he said this, and he seemed to mean it as well. His voice certainly seemed sincere enough to her. It did seem that he meant just what he was saying to her.
She shivered. She felt that her knees were going to buckle under her she was so excited and taken aback. What he was saying was the last thing she expected to hear.
"Are you free now, Judy?" he said to her. "Can you get away or not?"
She was surprised at this. She gulped and looked puzzled and shrugged.
"I ... uh, what ... what do you mean? Where to? Go where?" she said to him.
"Back to my office. I want you so much. I really need it. I've been thinking about you almost without a pause since we did it yesterday and now I'm so fucking horny I was just lucky I didn't get a hard-on and come while I was teaching with you there in the classroom ... it was just lucky that you had something on your mind or whatever because if you had been staring at me like you usually do, batting those long lashes and smiling at me and paying strict attention, I think I would have come, splattering my pants and making for a scandal that I could probably never hear the end of."
This was weird, she realized. She hadn't expected him to be so passionate. It took a real effort on her part to realize that this was happening the way it was.
She had worked herself up to a point where she didn't love him any more. She didn't feel anything for him. He was worthless. He was just a jerk who had taken advantage of her and was probably doing the same to so many girls there he lost count.
But now he pulled the rug right out from under her by treating her like this.
It was crazy and she was breathless from the sudden change in her emotions. Now she realized that she had to feel more warmly towards him than ever because of the way she had lost faith in him without any reason. He was an even more beautiful person than she had first realized. She felt guilty for ever having doubted him.
"I ... I have a class ... but I can skip it. I don't care. It's not important," she said. "I mean, nothing's important if you want me to come with you."
He grinned and nodded, reaching over and touching her lightly on the ass.
She stiffened and then shivered at this slight touch of his hand on her body.
Then he patted her ass and winked at her as he picked his briefcase up.
"Well, look, why don't you go to the bathroom or walk in the halls for a minute or two and wait till I get to my office. It might look suspicious the two of us heading there together, depending on who sees us. This way I can just let you in and no one will know anything about our business. Does that sound okay?"
She gulped and nodded her head at him. She was out of breath and her heart was beating much faster than it usually did. She put her hand to her large chest.
She gulped again and said, "Y-yes, sure, that sounds fine, Mr. Bishop. You go ahead. And I'll ... I mean, I'll just do something until you get there and then I'll come to see you there. Is that right? Is that what I should do?" she asked him.
"That's it, Judy. Gosh, you sure are one smart girl, you know that? The smartest girl in this whole damn college. Of course, that isn't saying much, but still, take it for what it's worth. All right, I'll see you in my office in a few minutes."
He winked at her again and then headed out of the classroom. She watched him go, her mouth hanging open. She could hardly believe what had just happened.
But it was real. It really did happen. And she knew that she should be happy. There was something about his attitude that she suspected she didn't like, but she didn't want to think any negative thoughts at this time. They weren't necessary. She was getting what she wanted right now and that was all that counted for her.
He wanted her. All of that worrying and self-deprecation were for nothing, she realized. She had been right all along in sensing that he wanted a woman with a body and a mind, and not just one of those stupid chicks with the big tits who could fuck pretty good but they couldn't say the first thing with any intelligence behind it.
After Mr. Bishop left the room she waited for a few moments and then went into the hall. He had already disappeared down the exit. She gulped and looked around.
She felt guilty, somehow. She breathed a sigh and turned and walked the other way.
She didn't know what she was acting so secretive about. No one was interested in what she was doing. But if he was worried that they not be seen then she wasn't going to do anything to upset him in that regard. No, she wouldn't do anything. She was too happy. She was delighted by the fact that it had all turned out this way. She couldn't believe it but it was true. It was really true. He had wanted her. Just as badly as she wanted him, or so it seemed. Anyway, it was certainly not as she had feared.
She walked around for a minute or two and then slowly headed for Mr. Bishop's office.
She walked down the hallway towards it. She was very tense as she got closer and closer to his door. Then she stopped outside it. Her heart was beating wildly.
How would it be this time, the second time? she wondered to herself.
Then she put her hand out to the door. She poised it in mid-air and then knocked. She knocked very softly and she heard him answer in his gruff, masculine voice.
"Come in, it's not locked," he said, and she heard his chair squeak.
She entered and closed the door behind her. She paused, but then locked the door as she had last time. There was no sense in acting innocent or naive. They both knew what was going to happen again here between the two of them.
"Hello, Judy," he said, smiling and getting up out of his chair and coming over to her.
She trembled as he moved up close to her and took her in his arms.
"My gorgeous girl, ' he said. ' My star pupil ... God, you look good today. Is there some special reason for that or is it simply that I'm really starting to fall for you?"
Judy blushed and giggled. She couldn't believe she was hearing such words from him. They were all she ever dreamed about hearing from Mr. Bishop. It was her wildest fantasy coming true like in some fairy tale she might have read as a kid. The handsome prince had fallen in love with the fair young girl.
He embraced her and his hands went around her ass, cupping the cheeks.
"Oh God, you feel damned good to me, you know that?" he said to her.
He kissed her. It was a hot, passionate kiss. He pressed his lips down hard and tight and stuck his tongue into her. She twisted and shivered as he gave her that soulful kiss. They held each other tight and his hands moved back and forth over her ass cheeks.
She moaned and shivered. He was getting to her now. Her cunt juices were seeping out and moistening her panties. The juice was really lathering as he ground his cock up against her crotch. This was going to be an even more passionate encounter than the last one, she was sure. She was really going to go wild this time.
"Oh, Mr. Bishop, I want you to fuck me ... I want you to fuck me even harder than the last time ... yes, yes, I do, I really do ... mmmm, I want you to shove that big dick of yours deep inside my pussy and make me scream and scratch and act like an animal."
He smiled at her. He nodded his head up and down.
"That's just what I had in mind too, Judy, dear," he said.
CHAPTER FOUR
They kissed some more, tossing and turning this way and that.
"Oh Jesus, you feel good, you feel so good," he said to her. "Oh shit, yes, you feel wonderful ... so soft and smooth, baby, just fantastic, yes...."
They held each other and twisted and turned this way and that. They struggled and twisted and moaned, shaking with passion, the two of them. He seemed to be fully as excited about it as she was, and that surprised her somewhat but delighted her too.
She grabbed at his crotch, wanting to feel that cock of his, wanting to know that it was still there, still inside there waiting to be inside her.
'Yes, yes, I want you so much, I want to fuck you so badly, so badly ... mmmmm, you can't know how much I've been waiting for this since the last time ... oh God, yes, it's all that's been on my mind, do you realize that? It's all that's been on my fucking mind! Mmmmmm! Give it to me, give it to me! Let me have it so hard, so much! Mmmmmm!"
They twisted about" there for another couple of minutes before they started tearing each other's clothes off. Mr. Bishop was really going at her. He pushed her down and then started removing the bra that she was wearing this particular day.
He took it off slowly and she went along with this, allowing him to gently slid the straps down and pull the cups away from her large, heaving titties. She shivered and closed her eyes and nodded her head up and down very slowly. She opened them again and looked straight at him and sighed and licked her lips again and again.
He pulled the bra away completely and then tossed it into the corner.
He smiled again as he looked at her face and then at her titties. He nodded his head up and down, appreciating the big mammaries that were shaking with excitement.
"I want to suck on them, Judy. I'm sure you won't mind if I do that. You won't, will you? You want me to suck on those beautiful titties ... those big, gorgeous jugs."
"Mmmmmm, yes, yes, yes, I do, I really do, I want your tongue all over them, your lips on my titties and your tongue sliding all over my nipples...."
He grinned and nodded his head as he moved his mouth down to the jutting nipples.
"Oh God, yes, yes, suck on those nipples, do it to me, do it to me," she moaned. "Oh God, yes, put your mouth down on my nipples and suck them...."
He put his mouth down right over her nipples and pulled on them with his lips.
It caused her a wonderful sensation and she didn't want it to ever end. This was perfection for her, heaven on earth, to have the wonderful Mr. Bishop sucking on her titties like this, running his tongue over them, pulling them out with his teeth and digging those teeth into her till she started to wince with pain.
But the pain quickly changed into excitement, the pressure building, building higher and hotter, more and more all the time. And the tongue slapped at her. It felt so good, so good and wet and hard and soft at the same time. It was all glorious.
And she knew that this was just the beginning of it all. The pleasure was going to build and build, more and more all the time, she realized. And it was going to be wonderful, simply wonderful. She didn't know if she could stand it all. She was sure that she would start coming before they had even started fucking. Or before he had even put his mouth against her cunt, and she was sure that he would do that.
She writhed and moaned and shook beneath him. She put a hand around his head as he licked and sucked on the titties. She pushed him against her bulging breasts and like a nursing mother, urged him to suck on those thick, throbbing nipples of hers.
And he did that. He sucked and licked, running his tongue around and around on the long nipples. They felt good in his mouth and he wrapped his tongue around them, sucking and licking and chewing away like crazy at her bulging nipples. And they really were bulging. They were thick and hard in his mouth and he loved the way they seemed to expand, almost ready to explode in her mouth as he sucked away on them.
"Mmmmm, yes, yes, yes, that's it. that's the way to do it, that's the way to do it," she moaned at him, stroking his head. "Oh yes, Mr. Bishop, yes, yes, that's the way to do it, that's the way to do it, mmmmmm, so nice, so nice, mmmmm, do it some more, do it some more, just like that, just like that, yes, yes, that's it...."
And the tongue slapped and licked and dripped saliva all over her bulging nipples. She took deep breaths and the tits seemed to expand even longer and thicker at his gulping mouth. He slapped the tongue up and down and across them and then used his teeth again, pulling them out and then letting them snap off.
His hands started touching her at the same time now as he was sucking away on the nipples. He reached down and ran his palm back and forth over the crotch of the panties, back and forth, back and forth, again and again, back and forth.
She quivered and lifted her crotch up against his hand as he moved it down there. Back and forth, back and forth, the hand moved across her cunt. She quivered and jumped around, back and forth, leaping and quivering and moaning with rising passion.
"Oh God, yes, yes, that's the way to do it, that's the way to do it," she chanted at him. The pleasure was rising up all through her, but it was centering, naturally, in her quivering pussy. She wanted him to drag those panties right down from her body and shove his fingers inside her cunt and work them back and forth, back and forth, fingering the cunt hole, driving her wild with excitement and arousal.
Mr. Bishop dabbed his lips at one nipple and then the other, back and forth, back and forth. He loved it. The taste of those nipples was wonderful, and he couldn't stop sucking away on them, even though he could feel her pussy getting damper by the second. Each time he rubbed his hand back and forth across the cunt she twitched and moaned.
It was obvious that her cunt ws dying for some action and he was going to give it to her. He was going to really make her feel wonderful, Bishop was realizing. He was going to show her that he was the best fucker as well as the best teacher.
His hand played with her pussy. And now he shoved it inside the panties, sliding down through her pussy hair, pushing his fingers right towards her cunt meat.
"Oh God, yes, yes, oh God, yes, that's the way to do it, Mr. Bishop, that's the way to do it ... mmmmmm, that feels so wonderful, yes, yes, it does, oh God, yes, it really does ... mmmmm, I don't want it to stop, I don't want it to ever stop, do you hear me? Do you hear what I'm saying to you? Mmmmmm! I like this so much ... I like being with you, I really do ... it's so natural, it seems so right, do you know what I mean?"
"Oh yes ... yes I do, I know just what you mean, my dear, just what you mean," he mumbled as his lips ran over her tits some more, licking and chewing on the bulging nipples. The tongue licked up and down, up and down, again and again.
He was arching his fingers in so that he pushed right into the meat of her pussy.
"Ohhhhh! Yes, yes, stick those fingers in me, right in my cunt, right inside me! Ayyyyy! That's the way to do it, that's the way to do it!" she cried at him.
He pushed two fingers deep inside her cunt, working them back and forth through her and working her bubbling juices into a thick froth of milky lather.
"Mmmmmmm! I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy! Mmmmmm! Crazy with lust, do you hear what I'm saying to you! I love it, I love it so much, I really do ... ohhhhhh, that's the way to do it, that's the way to do it ... mmmmmmm! Ayyyyy! Wonderful, wonderful, mmmmm, do that to me, stick that tongue deep inside me and don't ever take it out!"
He worked another finger into the cunt, turning and twisting and pumping them back and forth, in and out, in and out, again and again, fucking her with his fingers.
She loved it. The juices continued to spill out of her as if from some flood.
She moaned and tossed and twisted about, quivering and moaning and convulsing with the flow of pleasure. I was heating up with every passing second.
She knew what was coming now, as he started to slid his mouth down from her tits and go after her belly. Yes, it was going to happen. His mouth was going to be down there at her cunt and she was already nearly climaxing just anticipating it.
He moved in, slowly, sliding his lips along her quivering belly.
"Mmmmm ... yes, yes, suck me, suck my cunt ... put your mouth down there, Mr. Bishop, put your mouth right down there against my cunt and let me feel your tongue deep inside of me, running in and out of me, yes, yes, back and forth, shove it up my cunt hole and never take it out ... ohhhhh, yes, yes, you know what I want, you know!"
"Oh yes," he mumbled against her warm, soft flesh. "Yes, yes, I do know what you want ... I know, all right ... and I'm going to give it to you ... I'm really going to let you have it ... mmmmm ... I want to shove my tongue deep inside your hole and never take it out till you've passed out from orgasming ... do you hear me, sweetheart?"
"Oooohh, yes, yes, Mr. Bishop, yes, I heard you, I heard what you said ... mmmmm, it's making me start climaxing just thinking about it, it really is."
"That's good. It will give my poor tongue a break, I guess, it you're already flying by the time I get there, right?" he said with an excited laugh.
He kissed her skin some more, dabbing his lips along the belly and down through the pussy hairs, as he pulled the panties down away from her flesh.
"Uh, uh, yes, yes, ohhhhhhh! God, that's great, yes, yes, it is, I love it!" she cried. "Oh Jesus, all the way now, slide your tongue right to my pussy hole!"
"I'm on my way, Judy, I'm on my way," he mumbled to her.
And he was. He slid the panties down with both hands now, making her lift up for a moment so he could slide them down over her ass. And then he pulled them the rest of the way down to her thighs and right off her feet.
She lay there then heaving and quivering with lust, waiting for the feel of his tongue against her pussy hole. She couldn't wait to feel it. She knew that it would be fabulous, simply fabulous and would be the final straw to really send her hurtling through the heavens with pleasure. Her cunt was primed and it wasn't so much what his fingers did to her as just the excitement of being with him like this, so passionate and violent.
Now that her panties were off he took a moment to examine her. He looked down at the curly bush and grazed his palm over the hairs there. Then he took her thighs in his hands and parted them so he could look into the meat there. It was gleaming at him, flecked with the milky froth that was her secretion coming to a boil.
He slid the tips of his fingers back and forth over her thighs, back and forth, making her quiver and convulse from this slight but effective touch of his flesh.
He slid them back and forth, back and forth, again and again, lifting the fingertips up to the cunt meat and then quickly back again till she was ready to pass out from the on and off excitement. And then he was ready to use his mouth on her too.
Judy took a deep breath. He glanced at her for a moment. Their eyes locked and he smiled at her before dropping it down. It was an incredible, transcendent moment for her. It was hard to believe that this could be happening. She still had such a strong image of him there in the classroom, with his jacket and tie on, lecturing the whole class of students. It was so impersonal, so public, and here she was with the private man, doing something very intimate indeed. It was positively weird.
He kissed her pubic hairs. He blew on them. They swayed like grass blowing in a breeze.
She arched her back and lifted her crotch up to him, anxious for him to hurry with this and really give her the works. She knew that she was going to climax as soon as his tongue touched her meat or her clitoris and it was difficult to wait for it.
He blew on the hairs some more, again and again, and then he moved his tongue down. He was sliding it down from the pubes and the clitoris was the first highly sensitive spot that his moist tongue tip touched. And when he touched it it was as if he had touched her with a live wire. Her hips bucked into the air and twisted in circles.
"Oh God, yes, yes, stick that tongue into me, stick it in ... hit my clit ... push your tongue against it and don't let go ... no, no, don't let go of it ... oohhhhhh!"
He carefully waited a long moment before letting her feel his tongue on the clit again.
Then he pressed down and she convulsed. Her head twisted back till her Adam's apple was strained and sticking out like a huge growth on her neck. She gasped and licked her lips. She was hardly aware that it was Mr. Bishop doing this at that moment, but was merely responding to the pure flow of pleasure that was going on.
"Mmmmmm, oh yes, yes, yes, give it to me, give it to me, suck that cunt of mine, suck it hard, suck it, stick your tongue right in there ... mmmmm, all the way, all the way now, yes, yes, I want it so bad, so very bad," she moaned wildly.
She wasn't even thinking about the fact that they were still in school and might be heard by someone who happened to be passing in the hall. That idea didn't even cross her mind, she was so wrapped up in what she was doing now.
He peeled back the foreskin again and the clit bulged out at his mouth. He pushed his tongue against it and she convulsed. He did it again and again, and each time it produced an even more violent response in the teenaged college student.
"Mmmmmm! Oh God, yes, yes, that's fabulous, fabulous, ohhhhhh, do it to me, do it to me, suck me, suck that cunt of mine, suck my clit, ahhhhh! Do it, do it good!"
He slapped his tongue back and forth across the clit, again and again, not stopping for a moment, but doing it more and more all the time, building her up to an almost unendurable peak of pleasure. Her flesh was quivering as if she were getting some kind of intense shock treatment. She gurgled and moaned and shivered.
"Mmmmmmm, that's good, that's so good, yes, yes, do it to me, do it to me, suck my cunt, suck it dry, suck that juice out, ohhhhhh, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
He didn't let up on her clit until he had just about exhausted her. And then he quickly slid the tongue down to her pussy hole. She quaked and shook and bucked her crotch up against his face, again and again, wiping it over his features.
"Mmmmmm! Oh, yes, yes! That's wonderful, that's wonderful!" she cried. "Oh God, yes, yes, I love it, I love it! Suck me! Suck my cunt and don't stop!"
He pushed the tongue through her, in and out of her, back and forth, licking up all of the hot froth that had collected inside there by now. And there was plenty of it. It was coming in a steady flow too, more and more all the time.
"Mmmmmm! Jesus, that cunt is hot," Mr. Bishop gasped into her writhing, jumping crotch. "The hottest little pink pussy that I've ever sucked, Judy. And it belongs to the smartest, most beautiful girl I've ever met."
That was wonderful. She couldn't remember ever hearing anything that meant more to her. It was all going to happen, just in the fairy tale manner that she had predicted.
They were going to be together, a team who would wander the world and make headlines with their crusading and adventurous journalism. It was going to be perfect.
He was licking avidly at her cunt hole, but she could tell that he was starting to get softer and less violent as he pushed the tongue up and down at her.
But that was all right. It meant that he would be ready for the next stage and that was the one she looked forward to with the most excitement. That was the one that meant they would be closer than ever, two people reacting as one.
He sucked her for a moment or two and then lifted his tongue up out of her. He looked up at her and took deep breaths. He wiped some of the drool off his lips.
"I want to fuck you, Judy. Yes, I want to fuck you so bad, do you hear me?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Bishop, that's what I want, that's what I want so bad," she said. "Give it to me, shove that cock of yours up my cunt ... but let me taste it first."
"Of course. I couldn't deny you that, could I, baby?" he said with a laugh.
He got his prick up and out and throbbing in her face. It had gone almost completely hard during the excitement of sucking her cunt. Now he ran his tongue into her, back and forth through her pussy, and made her quiver once more. She was a nervous wreck as he sat up in front of her and held the cock out. She kneeled there and bent down to it.
She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out, rolling it around the knobbed head. She licked up and down, up and down, licking up some of his crackling sperm.
"Oh yes, yes, it's so beautiful, so big and beautiful," she moaned at him.
She gripped the cock and pumped it back and forth, back and forth, again and agian, pumping more come out of the throbbing pole. She licked this up and then stuck the head into her mouth and slid down on it. She moved right for the base.
It was difficult getting all of that cock meat into her mouth but she did it. She moved right down the whole throbbing length of him. Mr. Bishop sighed and shivered as her mouth ate him up, moving down deeper, right to the hairy base.
"Oh ... oh God, yes, yes, that's good," he moaned, writhing his hips in a circle. "Oh yes, suck it, Judy, suck your teacher's fat cock there, suck it good!"
And she did just that, ramming her mouth back and forth on him, up and down, again and again, pumping away and drawing the come out of him, more and more of it.
She grabbed at his balls as she was sucking him. She grabbed the hairy baubles and bounced them in the palm of her hand. And then she squeezed them and twisted them this way and that. He moaned and nodded his head up and down, again and again.
"Oh Jesus, yes, yes, that's wonderful, that's wonderful, Judy ... my God, you're one fucking talented girl, do you know that? Journalistically and sexually."
Judy glowed at the sound of this compliment. She wanted more than a compliment, though. She wanted him to tell her that he had fallen madly in love with her and that he didn't think he would ever be able to live without her. Something along those lines would have suited her just fine, she thought to herself as she sucked his prick.
But she wasn't going to push it. The stage of their relationship right now was just fine, she thought. They would have sex more and more. And of course they would have to start doing it in more comfortable surroundings, like his apartment. But now that she was sure that she had won him over all the other girls she could be a little relaxed about the next stage and the next stage after that. She didn't have to worry now because she was confident that it would all work out just fine for them both.
She sucked the cock harder and harder, up and down, faster and faster. The sperm was drooling out, more and more of it all the time, dribbling down from the tip and along the shaft. She would lick and suck on it, sucking it down with a gulp.
"Ohhhhhh! That's good, that's good, yes, yes, so good, so good," he moaned at her, reaching down and stroking her long honey blonde hair. It felt so soft and smooth to his touch, the texture of silk, but thicker and wavier. "Oh, suck that cock, girl!"
Her mouth rammed away, up and down, up and down, again and again, drawing more and more come out of the dribbling cock. She finally figured that he was ready to fuck her now if he would ever be and she was not going to waste any more time. Her cunt was aching for more attention again, and she had to have that fat prick inside her now.
She rose up to the tip of the prick and gasped, sperm dripping from her lips.
"Will you fuck me now, Mr. Bishop?" she gasped at him. "Will you shove that beautiful prick of yours deep inside my cunt and make me scream and scratch?"
"You better believe I will," he said softly, taking a few deep breaths as his cock throbbed right in front of her beautiful young face.
The cock was still hard and pulsing as he moved over her. Then he stopped.
"No, you get on top now," he said. "Yeah, I want to look at you there, perched over my cock and twisting around. That's what I want to see, Judy. Come on, climb on board. Shove that big prick of mine deep inside your pussy and let yourself come."
"Oh yes, yes, I want to be fucked," she said. "But only by you, Mr. Bishop. Yes, you're the only one for me, the only one I want to fuck my cunt."
He stretched back on the floor, on the shaggy rug beneath him and grabbed hold of his prick, pumping it back and forth, making it rock hard for her to impale herself with.
Judy was gulping and licking her lips, her excitement building higher and higher.
"Oh ... oh my, it looks so big and powerful," she said, reaching out and rubbing a moistened fingertip across the bloated head of his throbbing cock.
She straddled him. Bishop was delighted by her look of total wanton abandonment. Her eyes were lit up, her nostrils flaring, and her mouth open and moist. She was quivering and making little moaning noises as she climbed up over him.
She reached down and grabbed hold of the cock, pumping it back and forth, back and forth, making another layer of hot juice roll out of the bloated tip.
Then she was fitting it into her cunt, rubbing the head back and forth across her cunt lips. Back and forth, again and again, making herself quiver with anticipation.
"Come on, come on, shove it in there, baby, shove that cock right up your pussy, sit down on it and let me fill your cunt with my hard meat," he said.
And she did that. She took her time, though. She gently lowered her haunches, and her cunt began swallowing the cock. She gritted her teeth and moaned as the pressure built up inside of her. She threw her head back and let out a squeal of delight.
"Mmmmmm, it feels so good, so good, yes, yes, it does, it does," she moaned. She held herself poised over the dick for a moment before she would go down any more. And then she let another couple of inches slip into her quivering cunt. "Mmmmmm! Oh yes, yes, that's beautiful, that's wonderful," she moaned. "Mmmmmmm! I'm going to come!"
Bishop was gasping and writhing too. He reached his hands out and took hold of her ass cheeks. This sent a chill of pleasure all through him. He gripped the ass cheeks in his hands and pressed his fingers into the soft, smooth flesh there.
"Oh yeah, you're beautiful, Judy, so fucking beautiful," he said. "You've got to be the sexiest girl in the whole damned school, you know that?"
She giggled like a little girl at that compliment. Then she concentrated on what she was doing, working herself back and forth on the throbbing muscle shoved deep inside her cunt. Up and down, she moved over him, lifting her cunt up and driving it down.
Her pussy muscles squeezed on the rod, twisting it this way and that.
"Yes, yes, yes, I like that, Judy, I like that a lot ... oh God, yes, yes, that's good, that's so good, ohhhhh, it is, it really is!"
She bounced up and down on him. She liked the way she could alternate and play with the speed of her fucking. Also the intensity and depth of entrance.
She could lift up into the air, almost losing her carnal grip on the cock and then slam back down again, right to the throbbing base of it. And then she could grind around and around on that thick length of sausage. She loved it. When she pressed her crotch down on him and squeezed with her cunt muscles she could feel it throbbing back at her. It was wonderful. She almost strangled the cock and made him moan and shudder.
"Oh yes, yes, that's beautiful," he gasped at her. "Oh yeah, that's so good, so good, mmmmm, fuck it, baby, fuck that cock with your cunt ... lift it up again, ohhhhh, that's so good when you slide up to the tip like that, you know it?"
"Yes, yes, yes, mmmmmmm, I know what you mean. And I like to slide down on it then, and fill my pussy right to the bursting point. Oh, that's good, that's really good. Yes, yes, it is ... mmmmmm! So good, so very good! Ohhhhh!"
She reached behind her and touched his balls. He groaned as she cupped them and then closed her fingers around them, squeezing his large, hairy testicles.
"Mmmmmmm! I love it, yes, yes, I love it! Ayyyyyyy! Oh wow, so good, so very good, mmmmmm, Mr. Bishop, I love it ... I love it when you fuck me and I love you!" Judy cried out.
She let go of his balls and grabbed at her own ass. She arched her back and bounced wildly, and then ground her crotch down hard and writhed it around and around. She held her ass cheeks wide apart as she ground down on him and wriggled around on his cock.
Bishop had a hand behind her ass and now he poked a finger up against her ass-hole.
She enjoyed this and gasped and smiled and nodded her head wildly.
"Ooooohhh, yes, yes, that's what I like ... that's good, that's really good," she moaned. "Ohhhhh, shove that finger inside there ... shove it right up my ass-hole, Mr. Bishop ... you can do anything you want to me and I'll love it!"
And Bishop seemed to like that idea. He revolved the tip of his finger around and around against her ass-hole and then started pushing it in. It was a tight squeeze, though, and he moved the finger down to the outer edges of her pussy hole.
He wiped up some of the frothing sperm and pussy juice that was collecting on the rim of her cunt. And then he moved the lubricated finger back to her ass-hole.
"Mmmmm, oh yes, yes, yes, God, it's so good," she moaned as the pressure built and built within her. It was incredible how much pleasure he was giving her in so short a time. It was different from any of her other lovers. No, she never felt anything this strong with any of them. But then, they had all been merely boys and nothing more. They didn't have that certain charisma and sexual presence that Mr. Bishop exuded.
He touched her ass-hole with the wet finger. He wiped the pussy juice and sperm against it and then started sliding the finger into her. It was easy now. There was only just the right amount of friction as he rammed it up into her. He twirled it around at the outer edges for a moment, making the sphincter flex and quiver, and then he shoved it right inside, all the way up her ass-hole. She gasped for breath as she felt the finger jamming all the way up her quivering anus. It was a sharp, hot thrill.
"Oh my God!" she cried out. "Oh God, yes, that's it, that's it!"
He laughed, thrilled by what he was doing, enjoying the feel of her cunt around his cock, squeezing on it, massaging it with her cunt muscles. And he was also fully enjoying the feel of her ass-hole as he shoved his finger in and out of it. She groaned and moaned and shook, dancing over his prick again, bouncing her beautiful body up and down, up and down, faster and faster all the time now.
"Mmmmmmmm, I'm going to come, Mr. Bishop, yes, yes, I'm going to come again ... oh God, it's so good, so fucking good, I love it, I just love it!"
Her cheeks were turning red from the exertion and the flow of passion going through her body. She writhed and lurched atop the Journalism teacher. She wiggled her ass, making his finger go up her anus even deeper. And she loved this. She felt so filled, things pulsing and drilling in her cunt and her ass-hole at the same time.
"Mmmmm! Yes, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming!" she cried. "Oh God, this is good, this is so good ... so much better than the last time, Mr. Bishop ... that was too fast ... I want to spend hours with you, taking our time, making beautiful love together...."
"Yes, sweetheart, me too," he panted. "I feel the same way exactly."
He was pumping harder, faster, shoving his cock in and out of her even as she was grinding away. His prick felt like it was going to explode, especially when she bore down on it with her cunt muscles, squeezing hard, gripping it near the base with a real stranglehold that took his breath away. He was stretched back on the throw rug and he scraped his head back and forth across it as the passion rose higher and higher.
"Ohhhhhh! It feels so good to come with you fucking me, it really does, yes, yes, it does! Nnnnnnn! I want us to do this so much ... every day, every day!"
And she writhed some more, never wanting to stop, not wanting it to end even though she was sure that he was reaching the end of his powers. The way his prick was starting to throw strangely, convulsing with pleasure, the pressure building all the time, she knew that it couldn't be much longer before she would feel his sperm bursting at her pussy hole. And she didn't care. She would have liked to go on for longer, forever, but she was secure in the knowledge that this was a relationship that was really going to build and grow and last and she didn't need to worry about this transitory moment. They would have many times together, whole nights of fucking ahead for the both of them.
She leaned forward into him now. Her big titties shook across his chest. She ground them into him and then leaned forward a little more so that she could dangle the tits right over his mouth. He loved that. His tongue reached out and lapped at one nipple and then the other. She placed them right over his open mouth and dropped them down, like she was feeding him grapes at some ancient Roman orgy.
He put his free hand around her back and held her tight as he fucked her cunt.
He jammed his dick back and forth through her, in and out, again and again, while his finger up her ass did the same thing, twisting and probing and jamming its way through the quivering anus. She wiggled wildly, nearly twisting his cock in half in the process. The effects were startlingly pleasurable for both of them.
"Unnnn ... oh, oh shit, I'm going to come, baby, I'm going to come," he moaned at her. "Oh Christ, yes, this is it, I can't hold back any more, I just can't...."
She wiggled and bounced and slid her crotch back and forth over the cock, letting it slide out to the head and then quickly eating it up with her hungry cunt flesh.
This went on for another minute, while Mr. Bishop writhed in the grip of an oncoming orgasm that just seemed to hover over him, thrilling him to the breaking point.
"Oh God! Oh Christ, yes, that's good, that's so good!" he moaned at her. "Ohhhhh! Jesus, I'm coming, I'm coming, feel it, Judy, feel that come!"
"Ooooohhhh! Yes, yes, yes, I want it, I want your hot sperm inside of me, deep inside of me, filling me up, fill me, fill my cunt with sperm!"
And in the next moment he did just that. His cock erupted, shooting thick, heavy wads of sperm into her pussy hole. There was more and more. She was in effect milking him with her cunt, gripping the cock and sliding back and forth on it.
The wads of jism hit the back of her cunt with a real force. She gasped and moaned and shook as each gob spattered at her insides. It was thrilling.
"Oh yes, yes, that's so good, so good," she moaned at him, wiggling her bottom over him, bouncing it up and down, up and down, again and again. "Ohhhhhh! More, more, shoot that come through me, I love it, I love it so much, I do, I really do!"
And she bounced, and the come flowed for another few moments before she had milked him dry. And then her cunt muscles were soothing the cock. She petted it, twisting gently around the pulsing, exhausted organ that was still deep inside her.
She rested against him, her tits pressed into his chest. He smiled and sighed and nodded his head. A weary smile crossed his lips. She gazed at him. He was so handsome, she thought. And so smart. And such a good lover. He was the perfect man and she had nabbed him. That was wonderful. She couldn't believe her luck.
They lay there like that for a couple of minutes and then Mr. Bishop patted her on the ass and winked and nodded his head at her. He gave her a reassuring hug and then spoke.
"Okay, Judy, I think we better break this little scene up here, if you don't mind. I don't want either of us getting into any trouble, you know. We don't want anyone spoiling this so we can't do it again soon. And I do want to do it again."
She grinned from ear to ear. Those were among the happiest words she could have heard.
"Yes, me too. Well, but then you must know that. You know how I feel. It's just so good to hear that you feel the same way, Mr. Bishop," she said.
He winked at her and patted her round ass once again.
"Sure I do, sure I do," he said off-handedly. "Now, up and at 'em, okay?"
"Oh. Yes, yes, of course," she said distractedly, coming back to earth as she realized that it was all over now, that their lovemaking was done for the time being and she would have to wait some period of time before she could repeat this intimacy. But she hoped it wouldn't be long. Any time was going to be too long, though, she realized with a wry smile on her pretty face.
She lifted up and the wilting cock slid out of her pussy.
She sighed when it came out. She would have preferred to have that one part of him stay with her so she could carry it around everywhere, neatly packed inside her cunt as a very pleasurable souvenir of their new relationship. But she knew she would get it again later, so she didn't spend too much time worrying about it.
She stood up. She enjoyed showing her naked body off to him. And she knew that he was enjoying looking at it. He smiled and nodded as his eyes roamed over the big tits and wide hips, the fluffy pubic hairs and the beautifully-rounded ass cheeks.
She took the chance to show off some more and paraded around, his office in the nude, pretending to be interested in the books on his shelf and the view through his windows, but really just wanting to be able to show herself in motion, wiggling her gorgeous ass and letting her tits bounce and sway the way they did when she walked around without anything covering them. She stood by the window and looked out and her fingers gently stroked at her pussy fur. She glanced at him and saw that he was watching her intently. She smiled at him and blew him a kiss then.
He laughed. "You're too much. I think I'd give you an A on your report card even if you failed your exam, you know that, Judy?" He winked at her.
"Oh I wouldn't want you to do that," she laughed. "We mustn't mix business with pleasure. I wouldn't want you to start letting me interfere with your judgments as a teacher. You just go along thinking of me as your best student and I'll do my usual wonderful work for you and there won't be any problem there at all."
"That sounds fine. Okay. You better run along now. I don't want to seem like I'm rushing your or anything but I do have a few things to get done before my next class."
He glanced at his watch. He frowned and shrugged at the girl.
"Yes, I have to really get moving. I guess you lose track of time when you're having as good a time as I was having. Okay, get along now, Judy, and I'll talk to you later. We'll see what the next time will be for our meeting, yes?"
She was hurrying into her clothes. She didn't want to make him mad or let him start thinking that she was being a burden on his professional life. She knew that he had the highest standards set for himself as a teacher. He had told her that this was the first time he ever did it, but that he respected the profession and wanted to have as good a reputation as a teacher as he did as a journalist. And of course that was already just about accomplished, since he was considered about the best teacher on the whole campus, as well as being voted the handsomest one by a clear majority.
She hurried into her clothes. He was standing near her, nervously hurrying her to finish and get out of his office. She would have thought it a little rude and ungallant of him to be treating her this way so soon after they had had sex, but she was too much in love with him. This was a definite grace period. She couldn't see him doing anything wrong, in fact, not at this point. He was positively perfect.
"You all set? Ready to go, are you?" he said, patting her on the back, urging her out of his office. "Shall we get to our next class now, hm?"
She gulped. He was getting closer to the point of annoying her, but she ignored those feelings when he winked at her again, flashing those blue eyes. No, he couldn't annoy her today. He was on a pedestal and nothing could knock him off in her eyes.
"When will I see you again?" she asked him dreamily as she moved towards the door.
She was still buttoning her clothes, putting herself in order.
She was surprised that he would want to rush her out like this, not completely put back together, in case anyone should see her coming out like that and start to wonder what might have been going on inside there. But he didn't seem bothered by that, only by the thought that he had some work that had to be done right away if he was going to have it done on time. So she didn't do anything to annoy him.
She wanted the relationship to stay as perfect as it was and she wouldn't allow any bad vibes to rain on it.
She went out the door, with him rushing her, nodding and smiling at her.
"See you again, Judy ... go right along now, don't stop for anything. We wouldn't want anyone to suspect anything, you know ... so long ... yes...."
He closed the door most of the way but when she glanced back she saw that he was watching her through a crack in the door. Then he closed it.
He was acting a little strange but she didn't pay any attention to it. It didn't matter, she thought. He was wonderful and that was all that mattered in the long run.
He was the most perfect, wonderful person that ever existed! she shouted internally.
She had a big grin on her face as she reached the exit and pushed through the door to the stairwell. She had never known anyone like him. He had so much going for him. Yes, he was just about perfect, she thought. He could do no wrong.
She went upstairs and walked along the empty corridor. Classes were in progress. It was almost the end of the period. She had a class this hour but the teacher was old and a bit senile and she didn't think he would even notice if she slipped in the open back door and took a seat in the last row for the last minutes of class.
And she did that. His back was to the class for the moment and he didn't even notice that she was there, nor did he when he turned around again.
She sat there, not listening to him going on about his boring subject. This was one of her least favorite classes, mostly due to the ineptitude of the instructor. He was tenured, which meant that the college couldn't fire him unless he went crazy or killed somebody or something like that, and so he could become as boring as he was without having to worry about losing his job. But that didn't make it much fun for his students.
She didn't even pay any attention to him now in the last few minutes of the class. She was thinking about what she had just been doing. It was wonderful, she was thinking. Yes, it was marvelous. She wanted to rush right back there and be in Mr. Bishop's arms again. She laughed. She would have to stop calling him Mr. Bishop, at least not when they were fucking. That was just plain ridiculous, such formality in those circumstances.
She rested her chin in her hand and daydreamed about the fucking she had just gotten. He was so good in bed, with that big cock of his, throbbing and pulsing inside her pussy, and his finger shoved inside her ass-hole. That felt wonderful. She told herself that she was going to have to get him to fuck her ass-hole with that beautiful cock of his at the next session. Yes, that would be just fine. It would be so exciting, and his fingers could play with her clitoris at the same time as he was fucking her ass-hole.
Oh yes, it was going to be great, she sighed, rubbing her hand back and forth against her face as she reflected on the loveliness of her new relationship.
She stopped rubbing her face for a moment and a perplexed look crossed her face.
What was wrong? she thought. Oh, my earring. It was missing. Fallen off.
Damn, she thought, and glanced down at the desk and then at the floor around her.
She grabbed her other ear. That one was still there. But she couldn't see the left one.
And they were good ones too, family heirlooms her mother had given her to wear.
Oh shit, where could they be? she asked herself.
She tried to remember the last time she really knew they were still in place. They were both on her ears that morning. Yes, in fact she remembered glancing at them in the mirror in Mr. Bishop's office. She definitely had them then.
And then she realized that they had probably come off when she was taking her sweater off and getting undressed there in his office. They were probably lying on the floor in his office at that very moment. She would have to slip back there and get it.
He would still be there. He said he had work to do in his office till the next class time started and that wasn't for another five minutes or so. She would go down there again, slip inside and look for the earring on the floor. t
He would probably be a little annoyed at her for disturbing him again, but she would tell him not to even notice that she was there. She would be in and out as quickly and as quietly as she possibly could, she told herself as she got up.
She got out of the classroom as easily as she had gone in, and the teacher still didn't notice that she was there or gone, Judy thought to herself with a chuckle.
She went down the empty corridor again and into the stairwell, down to Mr. Bishop's floor and down the corridor and to the left to the quiet wing where his office was.
The door was still closed. She hoped it wasn't empty and locked, that he was still in there and she could look for those things before they got kicked into a corner or a radiator or somewhere and she didn't get them back. Her mother would kill her when word got back to her that they were missing. She would ask about them when she came to visit the folks at Easter break, and Judy would have to come clean.
She walked down the hallway. It gave her a thrill just to have that particular doorway in her sight. It thrilled her to death. She could feel her heart beating faster than normal with every step closer that she took. She was going to see him again. This soon. It was unexpected and it was wonderful. She didn't know if Mr. Bishop would look on it quite as happily as she did, but that couldn't be helped.
She was only a few yards away now. In a moment she would see her love. Her one true love, she thought, chuckling at the ripe cliche of it all. But it was true. She hadn't felt this way about anyone since she was in high school. And that was just puppy love.
She was a lot more mature now and knew that this was the real thing, for sure.
Or so she thought.
Inside his office, Mr. Bishop was smiling. He was watching Marjorie sliding her tongue down along his prick. The cock was thick and throbbing in front of her pretty face.
Marjorie was one of the big-titted students who went to school because it was fun and their parents were willing to pick up the bill. But a guy like Mr. Bishop could make the whole thing worthwhile sometimes. He was so handsome and so charming and he was willing to give you a better grade than you deserved when you got to know him as intimately as she had gotten to know him lately. They had little sessions like this in his office several times a week now. She was starting to get really involved with him, and with his cock.
It was a nice cock, long and tall and thick and hard. She put it in her mouth and sucked away, up and down, bobbing her head with its long red hair up and down on him.
She had already taken her clothes off and her pussy was dripping juice onto the rug beneath her as she sat perched on her knees right before the teacher.
She had been sucking him for a couple of minutes and now she wanted to be fucked.
She lifted her mouth up to the tip of the prick and took a deep breath. She smiled at him.
"How about putting that beautiful big prick inside my cunt now, Mr. Bishop?" she asked.
"Sure thing, Marjorie. Jesus, you're gorgeous. Come here. Sit right down on my cock here as I lean against the desk. This will be an interesting new position for us."
"I'll try anything once ... and sometimes a lot more times than that," she cracked.
She stood up over him and hopped onto his throbbing prick, shoving it right inside her red-haired cunt.
At that moment, Judy was standing outside the door. She tried the handle and realized that it was locked. This made her immediately think of their session together, but then she figured that he was out. And then she heard the voice of one of her fellow students. A girl student. A girl student telling Mr. Bishop to fuck her. Judy pressed her ear to the door and heard it all, the groans and the moans and the sighs of delight as Mr. Bishop fucked another student.
The bastard, Judy thought, pushing back from the door and running down the hallway. The fucking bastard!
CHAPTER FIVE
Susie and Linda Jo were sisters. They were both beautiful and horny as a pair of toads.
Now, as the day wore on and with all the menfolk at the mine, the two of them could amuse themselves. And that was just what they were doing.
Susie was kissing her sister's crotch and licking up and down on it.
"Mmmmmm, Jesus Christ, sister, you taste something special," the girl said. "I like to lick up those juices of yours because they taste so fucking good."
"Ohhhhh, yeah, yeah, and I love it too, baby, I love it just fine ... you shove that tongue inside me ... deep inside me, make me come, you hear? Make me come!"
And Susie plunged her tongue deep inside the cunt again.
"Mmmmm, that's it, that's it," said Linda Jo. "Ohhhhhh, that's what I want to feel, baby, mmmmm, you are going to drive me crazy, plumb crazy! Ahhhhhh!"
Susie loved the taste of that cunt. The more she licked the more her own cunt got wetter and hotter than ever. And there didn't seem to be any breaking point to it at all. It just went on and on, the temperature of her cunt getting hotter all the time.
It was like her damned pussy was set right in the middle of a boiler room.
It was something her sister did to her that no one else could do. She didn't know why. It must have had something to do with their blood being the same, the family ties that made them react to each other with such wild and beautiful intensity.
Susie gave it to her with all her might. She didn't stop. She just kept rolling her tongue through that quivering cunt hole, lapping up the juices that flowed out, digging into her flesh, making her shake and quiver and start to come again and again.
"Mmmmmmm! Ohhhhh, yes, yes, that's wonderful, sister dear, just wonderful," Linda Jo cried out. "Ohhhhh! Yes, yes, it is, it really is ... mmmmm!"
Susie loved it when she brought her sister to the climax point and then had her mouth bathed in hot, bubbling pussy juice. Another load and then another would shoot down at her, rolling over her tongue and splashing on her lips.
Linda Jo would twist and buck her hips and lift them wildly, sometimes threatening to break Susie's nose as she clung there so tightly, riding the girl's bucking hips like some sort of rodeo cowboy on a bucking bronco.
"Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhh, shit, Susie, that's so good, so good, suck me, suck my hot cunt like that, I love it, I love the way you do that to me ... shove that tongue right up inside my hot hole, mmmmmm, work it all around like that, yes, yes, that's the way to do it to me, mmmmm, I love that so much, so very much ... ohhhhhh! I do!"
Her screamed of passion were music to Susie's ears. There was nothing she liked to hear so much as the sound of her sister climaxing. It instilled all the familial feelings that she had for most of her kin. And she fucked a lot of her kin, when you stopped to think about it. A whole helluva lot of them at one time or another.
Especially at family get-togethers, picnics and the like, they would really pair off, after a few too many sips from the jugs being passed around and a few joints with that special homegrown weed. Yes, she thought, then everyone would want to have some real fun, and everybody knew that fucking was the best fun there was.
There was nothing scientific about who fucked who, of course. Sometimes you even had a husband and wife doing it together just like they did at home. But usually, the participants went for something a little different, a little out of the ordinary.
And brother would fuck sister, and mother would fuck son, and father would fuck daughter, and sometimes grandson would fuck grandmother. It was just that kind of picnic and that kind of family. They were very close indeed.
Susie and Linda Jo enjoyed getting together on these hot afternoons when no one was around to disturb them. Neither one was what you could call a dedicated lesbian or anything like that, but they both enjoyed fucking each other, sucking cunt and all of that. They wouldn't turn away some guy with a nice throbbing cock, of course, but they didn't sneeze at pussy either. It was good any way you could get it, was their philosophy, and they lived up to that philosophy as often as they could.
Susie lifted her face out of the crotch and looked down at it. She heaved a sigh and smiled at the beautiful expanse of pink flesh.
"That's some beautiful cunt you've got there, sis," she said. "I would say that you've got the best-looking pussy in the whole clan."
"That's mighty nice of you to say, Susie," said Linda Jo. "But you don't look so bad yourself with your legs spread apart, you know."
"That's true enough. And I taste pretty good. Damn near as good as you when you're all hot and lathered up like ... mmm-mmm, what a sweet taste that is."
Linda Jo laughed and nodded her head in firm agreement with her sister.
"Shit, remember that time, Susie, when you was practicing that yogurt or whatever you calls it, that stuff when you exercise and sit on the floor a lot?"
"Yeah, I remember. Oh, heh heh, I know what you're talking about too, sister," Susie said, laughing loudly as it came back to her.
"The time you managed to bend yourself so good that you could lick your own pussy. I can still remember you sticking your tongue right up your own snatch. Jesus, that was something. I really envied you that one ... I was thinking to myself how great it would be if I could ram my tongue up my hole or beat out a tune on my clit."
"It was something, all right. I don't remember how come I stopped doing it."
"Oh, you started going with Billy Bob then, don't you recall?" Linda Jo said.
"Oh yeah, that's right. And he didn't go for that stuff. He said that would turn me into some kind of ugly lesbian or something. He didn't know a thing about the two of us, of course, or he would have really had a fit, heh heh heh...."
"He sure would have. He was a good-looking boy, though. I don't quite remember, how did you say he measured up in the fucking department?"
"Not bad, sister, not bad at all. He had a whanger on him that you could swing your whole body across, if you wanted to. Yes, he was something else. He was hung almost as good as our own Daddy, and that's the honest truth."
"Shit, I wish you had told me that at the time, I would have given him a tumble or two, dammit all. How did he happen to get out of your grip if he was all that hung as you say he was, Susie, darling?" Linda Jo asked.
"Well, I said he was hung pretty good, but that didn't mean he knew how to use the damned thing, honest to God. I had to teach him all sorts of stuff that he didn't know about. That damned ass-hole couldn't last long, either. No, he was in and out, and he was always worried about getting me pregnant so he didn't like to come inside of me. No, he would jerk his prick right out of my pussy and then squirt his seed across my belly and my cunt hair. He'd make a real mess out of me, he would."
"That don't sound like too much fun, Susie. I guess he wasn't as good as I was figuring he might be," said the girl's beautiful sister.
"Well, he was all right. Even if he couldn't do much and didn't last long, he did like to do it a lot and he could get hard pretty easy. In fact, all I had to do was talk pretty dirty to him and he would be throbbing again."
"Is that so? Well, shit, that's a pretty good trick, I guess. There aren't a whole lot of guys who can do something like that very often, right?"
"Yeah, but to tell you the truth, I think it's probably a helluva lot better if the guy can do something right once a night than if he can do something kind of stupid all night long. You follow what I'm saying to you, Linda Jo?"
"I hear you clearly, darling," said Linda Jo to her sister.
"Yeah. Well, anyway, that boy took off for the big city. I don't know what he thought he was going to do. Become a big record star in Nashville, I think. What do you think the chances of that are, honey? About a billion to one?"
"I guess. I ain't never heard him singing a note when I knowed him."
"Well, I heard him in the shower or when he was driving his car around with the top down. And believe me it was like something you might get torturing a little kitten or some pathetic creature like that. Anyway, good riddance to him.
"Yeah, but like I was saying, that was some good stunt you could do when you were sucking out your own pussy. I surely did envy you for that."
"I think I'm gonna have to get myself back into condition so I can do it. Now, about the best I can do is kiss my own kneecaps and I don't find that all that sexy."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I need something a little meatier to get me off myself. I sure wish I could suck my cunt, I tell you that."
"It was fine, it really was fine," Susie said, smiling at the memory of that happy time. "I could just bend down and lick out my clitoris, make myself come. And I could taste my cunt juices whenever I wanted to. Of course, Pa thought it was a real bad habit and he discouraged me from ever doing it. He told me would give me a whipping if I ever tried it again. But I was really hooked on it at that time and I started doing it whenever nobody was around, or if the urge got strong enough, I would go to the outhouse and then bend down while I was sitting there and lick myself."
"You mean to tell me that while you were sitting on that shithole out there you were practically sticking your head in it to suck your own pussy?"
"That's right, baby. And I could get off on it too, I tell you that."
"Didn't the smell kind of overwhelm you or something?" Linda Jo asked.
"Oh, I guess it did make the proceedings a little ripe, you might say, but none of that mattered much when I was running my tongue across my clit, back and forth, back and forth, driving myself wild ... I could give myself an orgasm in something like a minute and ten seconds ... I used to have a contest with myself. And of course, no matter how much time it took I was always the winner of that particular contest."
"I bet you were, baby, I bet you were," Linda Jo sighed, always admiring and sometimes jealous of her sister's ingenuity. Susie seemed always to be on top of any situation, no matter how weird and difficult it might be.
She stroked her hand. across Susie's long brown hair, back and forth, then blowing at it. She loved these intimate moments with her sister. They were just great. They were the sort of thing that made the two of them so close, when they could be together, even if it was only for a half hour, but just the two of them, naked like this, lying in the worn-out, sprung bed, licking at each other and talking about the present and the past and the future. They might have been discussing the most trivial things or the most serious. It didn't matter. One or the other, but it would all mean that they were getting along just fine and enjoying each other and getting close.
Linda Jo was gently urging the girl back against her pussy hole.
"Come on, why don't you suck that thing some more," she said to her.
"You horny bitch. Ain't it about time that you were sucking on my cunt? I've been down here chewing on your pussy for some time now, I think."
"Not long enough, baby sister. You just give me a little more time and effort and then I'll be glad to oblige you."
"Okay. Right you are," said Susie. "I'll give you what you want. But then you better be willing to come through for me, that's all. Because my pussy is sure hot and ready for it ... all wet and warm and ready to go...."
She dipped her tongue down into the hole. She pressed it against the quivering pussy and pushed deep inside. She worked it back and forth, back and forth through the hot hole. She lifted up to the clit and made Linda Jo jump as she attacked it.
"Mmmmmmm! That's it, that's it! Ayyyyyy! Yes, yes, yes, suck me, suck me, ohhhhh, do it to me, do it to me, yes, yes, that's the way to suck me, now, sister, stick that tongue deep inside and never take it out of me! Ayyyyyyy!"
Susie didn't know about never taking it out, but she was certainly going to stick it inside. She rammed it home and flicked it up and down, up and down, faster and faster, back and forth through the heaving, twisting cunt hole.
"Mmmmmmm! That's the way, that's the way, ohhhhhh, yeah, that's real good, that's so good, mmmmm, I love it, yes, yes, that feels just wonderful!"
And Susie did it, stretching her tongue up into the hole and working it back and forth, in and out, faster and faster. The juice was really starting to flow now and she was licking it all up, enjoying the taste of all that dripping juice.
"Mmmmmmm! Suck me, suck my cunt, yes, yes, that's the way to do it to me, ooooohhh, I love it, I love it so much, so very much, sister, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
And Susie didn't quit. She was sucking like a wild woman. She was really bearing down on her sister's cunt now. She was pressing her tongue deep inside it and working it back and forth, in and out, all the time, faster and faster, back and forth, dipping deep and then flying up and out of it, right over the clit.
Linda Jo would shake and quiver when she did that. She loved it. She liked being sucked out every bit as much as she liked being fucked, and that was the truth.
She loved it. She wanted to be sucked for hours a day, and she didn't really care who was down there at her cunt sticking there tongue in just so long as they were doing it to her. But with that said, she had to admit that her sister was pretty damn near the best of the lot and that was covering a lot of territory.
Linda Jo was not what you could call discriminating in terms of who she went with. If he was a man, or a pretty enough girl, and they wanted her, she had a very hard time turning them down, and that was the honest truth. She felt she was being generous to them, but other people tended to think she was being a tramp. She didn't care what the public thought about her, though. No, that didn't matter at all. All that mattered to that beautiful girl was that she got all the pleasure she wanted.
And she wanted plenty, and that was the God's honest truth.
Susie used her fingers on the girl. She played with her clit and made her sister buck and shake wildly. She probed that little red ruby.
She flicked her thumb across it again and again, shaking it across, back and forth over the throbbing little organ. And Linda Jo shook and moaned and cried out with delight. She was loving it, all right. It was the most wonderful thing that she had ever felt.
That was how she always felt. She was that kind of girl. She loved sex so much and responded so strongly all the time, that she could never get enough of it and each time seemed like it was certainly the best and so on and on, and she never seemed to find the ultimate time for her, though. But that was good. It made sex a constant challenge for her, something to keep going with, seeking that goal, the ultimate greatest orgasm she would and could ever have, ever.
But it didn't seem very likely she would ever find that ultimate, or at least that she would ever settle for it. No, Linda Jo was the type who would keep searching it out, trying new men and women till she was rocking in her rocking chair, a grandmother a dozen times over and her teeth all having fallen out.
Yes, she was insatiable. She would tell you as much. But then so was much of her family. They were all like that. Yes, they were a very sexual family.
It was hard to figure out why, exactly. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, much as you might try. It was a hard thing to figure, that was for sure.
Maybe it was their upbringing, maybe it was something in the genes, or maybe it was just the water they drank around that part of the country.
Linda Jo didn't know anything about psychology and she didn't know a thing about nymphomania. That meant nothing to her. She certainly didn't look upon her craving for sex as any kind of mania. Not at all. She wouldn't look at it like that at all. It was her sport, her hobby, the one great pleasure she had in life.
And she was not about to give it up or limit it, even if she got a husband and he wanted her to have lots of babies and take care of the house. If he thought he was going to curtail her sexual activity then he was sorely mistaken.
He would just have to get himself another bride. Many a man from the community had tried to get her to marry, but they had always had some sort of rules and regulations that she was going to have to abide if she was to marry him.
And Linda Jo wouldn't go for that. Not at all. No way. She was just like Susie in that regard. Both of them were non-conformists. They didn't like anybody putting down rules and regulations for them to follow.
They figured they got that spirit of independence and rebelliousness from their grand-daddy, the moonshiner. He didn't care what they thought about him, how much the federal people hated his guts and wanted to put him out of business back then during the Prohibition period when it was a particularly lucrative business to be in.
He just went on delivering all over that part of the country and making a lot of money for himself and his family, enough to build the house that the family grew up in and the land around it for quite some way. And he managed to buy his family into the local mining concern. It wasn't a big piece, of course, and it didn't mean any member of the family was going to be able to sit around with their feet up on a desk or anything and give orders to other people, but it did mean that if they worked hard they would be able to have a slice of the profits.
That was a whole lot better from most of the miners in the community who worked for some big boss in the capital, some well-groomed man in a suit and tie who never had to get near the mines but got all the profits from them. Those men worked for bare minimum wages, some of them, and it was dirty work. The worst work' a man can do, but especially bad if you're doing it to make some other man rich.
But that wasn't the case with the Gompers clan. They owned a piece of the mine so the more they worked the more money it got for the family. And that was good. It gave you a bit of pride in what you did. But it also led to some problems.
The problems came with those members of the family who didn't much like working.
They preferred to fuck around and have their fun and do nothing most of the time. They just liked fucking and drinking corn liquor and smoking weed and playing with themselves. The reason they liked having the mine in the family was that it meant that they could fuck around almost as much as they wanted and didn't have to worry about getting fired as they would under other circumstances.
Yes, this was very different for them. They knew that nobody in the family would actually tell them to get lost, that they couldn't have a job any more.
This led to some pretty strained situations. Those wild boys, like Clem and Luke, would do whatever the hell they wanted to and cause other family members a lot of grief and headaches. But they didn't care. They were young and they were enjoying life, as they saw it, and they didn't like it when members of the family got too moralistic, sounding like some damn preachers, for God's sake.
They knew they were fucking off, after all. They didn't need to be told it over and over again. People would just have to settle for what they could get out of them, as far as they were concerned. That was the way they looked at it and that was" the way that everybody else should look at it. They weren't going to be tied down to no job for ten or twelve hours a day, six days a week.
That sort of working just wasn't human, as they saw it and they weren't going to put up with it. No way. They just weren't going to do that. And there was nothing that the family could do and after a while they stopped trying.
So the mine was not run as efficiently as it might have been. And lately they were having problems with it that even Clem and Luke couldn't be blamed for.
The cave was being mined deeper than ever now and although they were getting some good product out of it they were finding that the foundation was filled with slide and soft areas that would cause cave-ins when you least expected them.
This was just about the most dangerous thing that could happen when you were mining, like so many members of the family were. Almost all of the men in the clan went down there into the dark to bring out that valuable product they mined. And when there was the chance of a cave-in, then there was also the chance that they wouldn't come out again, that they would be buried alive in there, in the dark, without any or little chance of ever being rescued.
If it was a big cave-in, after all, it would take all sorts of big, sophisticated equipment to dig somebody out in time to get them while they were alive, and the family simply couldn't afford that sort of equipment. This meant a bigger risk even than the other miners in the area were running when they went down the shaft.
But the family did it. Some members were not like Clem and Luke, after all. They were dedicated and hard-working. They had pride in their work. They were men of the old school, of the old way of thinking. They certainly were.
They didn't believe that man was put on earth for nothing but screwing and getting high. Work was what a man had to do. Hard work so that you felt it at the end of the day. And they felt it, all right, the ones like Pop and Jimmy, who put in such long hours and aged way before their time. But they had pride, something that money couldn't buy and fucking a lot of women didn't bring you, at least in their opinion.
It was strange, any outsider would think, how such upright moral figures as the ones who worked so hard in the mine, could exist side by side with such layabouts and rascals as Clem and Luke. But it happened. And the same was true of Linda Jo and Susie, who got along just fine with their cousins who were regular, proper ladies.
One of them, at sixteen, hard as it was to believe, was even still a virgin. It was almost mind-boggling, Susie and Linda Jo both thought.
CHAPTER SIX
Judy had fled the scene of her disgrace, never wanting to go back to that dreadful campus ever again. No, she couldn't go there, not while that vile man might still be around. Even if she never went to his class again there was always the chance that she would run into him in the hallways.
And then he might ask her to make another visit to his office, she thought with bitter sarcasm. He might be able to work her into his schedule somehow, right between Cindy and Jennifer, and however many other cunts he was fucking.
He was vile, she thought. The worst kind of pig. She didn't know how she could have been so misled by him. She had actually thought that he was some kind of wonderful person, she reflected now in the light of her recent experience.
She had thought he was almost a god, yes a god, and she was one of his vestal virgins. Or something like that. In any case, she had thought her relationship to him to be a bit more pristine than it turned out to be.
Yes, indeed she had. She certainly hadn't thought that she was sharing him with anyone. And once she realized that there was that one other, then she knew that the chances were very good that there were many others, multitudes.
She laughed sarcastically, laughing through her tears of anger and shame.
She wondered just how many of his adoring pupils he was fucking.
She figured that there was more reason than she suspected for all those women voting him the sexiest teacher on campus. They had tried him out in more ways than just looks, she thought. Yes, they had probably all been given the same intimate lessons that he taught her twice.
Damn him, she thought. Damn him for his lies and his charm and his looks.
He was nothing but a big sham, that was all he was. He made you think he was doing one thing when he was actually doing something entirely different behind your back, she thought to herself as she drove in her car.
She was driving north, hardly thinking about where she was going. It didn't matter. No, it didn't matter where she was going. Anywhere was all right just now as long as it was away from the college and away from that fucking ass-hole Mr. Bishop.
He had betrayed her. Betrayed her completely, she thought.
She couldn't believe that she had let herself fall for his line.
She didn't want to think about details. She didn't want to let herself remember the full truth, about the aspects of their relationship that she had invented and hoped for, thinking that it was all some sort of storybook romance. All she could remember were certain vague things he had said to her.
But they meant something. Yes, they had to mean something. He had strung her along. There was no question about it. He had worked on her head. The stinking mind-fucker, she thought. That was what he was. He was one of those slick fellows who strung you along, telling you that you were the only one he thought anything of and then letting you drop with a thud when you found out he was lying.
And that was what he did, all right, except that Judy had to find out for herself. She was the one who snuck up on him when he was preoccupied with that other girl, whoever she was. Judy thought she recognized the voice, had certainly heard it before, probably in class. But she couldn't place what face it belonged to.
And what difference did it make? she asked herself. It didn't make any difference at all, really. They were all the same. Stupid sluts.
But then she realized that there was no need for her to be as hard as all that on them Some of them were probably being strung along just the way she had.
Maybe he used different tactics for different personalities, but it amounted to exactly the same thing in the end, she thought bitterly.
Yes, it was all his fault. The girls were tricked into it, she decided.
They couldn't know what a rat he was. They probably all thought they were the only one he was fucking, and maybe some of them finally got the same sort of shock that she got, finding out what kind of a rat, a two-timer he really was.
She floored the gas pedal. The car surged forward. She wanted to lose herself in the backwoods, in the hills of the state, forgetting the whole campus scene with all of its associations, and all of the memories of this horrible business with Mr. Bishop. She would drive till she had forgotten, all night if she had to.
She was already far into the rural area of the state. This was a kind of uncharted territory, in a sense. It was real hillbilly country.
This was moonshiner territory and coal miner territory.
These were hard people. Stupid people. Backward people. The people living in the wealthier and more sophisticated parts of the state made fun of these people and told horror stories about their backwardness.
But Judy was a college student and she had a more enlightened viewpoint about such things. She knew that they were not savages, but simply simple, rural folks who didn't have all the advantages that people in the rest of the country had.
There was no electricity in much of the area and certainly no television or radio unless you had a short wave set and it was un likely that any of them did.
They didn't have much access to medical help and had to go down to the valley to get any that would amount to real care, although there were a couple of young doctors who worked the area in shifts, sent out by the state hospital.
Judy had often thought of coming up to this area and covering their life and habits for the school paper and maybe, if the pieces she wrote were good enough, sending them to more professional papers as well. It was the sort of thing that could get a journalism student a staff spot on the newspaper, a solid piece of work like that.
She was thinking of that now as she drove through the area.
But she told herself to stop thinking of it. She didn't even want to hear the word journalism at that time. When she thought of that word she could only think of Mr. Bishop and all that he stood for to her now.
And to think that he had once stood for so much, she told herself. He had been like a beacon to her. Yes, a shining beacon for her in that wonderful world of reporting. She wanted to be just like him. She was going to be a team with him.
What a fool she had been, she told herself again and again.
Even though she hadn't confided to Mr. Bishop any of these dreams and hopes, she felt just as bad as if she had. It made it hurt just as much to know that she had thought it, that she had kidded herself that way.
It was her ego and her pride that were wounded, she knew, and these were ephemeral things when you put them in the great spectrum of things that could happen to a person. But right now, right now when it had all just happened such a short time ago, it wasn't easy to put things in perspective. She was hurt and she knew that she would remain feeling hurt for some time. She would simply have to try and wash it away.
If she had had another boyfriend, she speculated, then it might have been a little easier to weather this storm. But she hadn't had any other boyfriend.
No, she had put all her eggs in one basket, as the saying went.
She had thought only of Mr. Bishop since the semester began. Other boys didn't count. They were nothing compared to him. Him. The rat, that was what he was. And she had thought so highly of him, let herself be seduced by him.
She ground her teeth as she drove along, going faster and faster, even though the road was on a hill and twisting and veering a lot and she was on the outside of it, at the edge of the hill with a long drop to one side.
She found a new idea for revenge. Yes, she would go back there and report him for what he was doing. And maybe one of the other girls would hear what she had to say and she would report him too and that great Mr. Bishop would lose his standing in the community. Scandal instead of praise would be attached to his name.
Yes, damn him, she thought. That's what I'll do. I'll ruin him for doing this to me.
He deserves to be ruined. He's taken advantage of me and who knows how many others, she was thinking. He's a rat, pure and simple.
She drove on, taking out some of her wrath for the teacher on the road she was driving along. She snapped the car around the turns at top speed.
A couple of times she skidded but quickly got the car back on track and sped ahead.
She was muttering to herself now, her anger was flaring so rapidly.
"That creep ... I'll really give it to him, yes I will ... oh yes, I'm going to let him know that he can't get away with this sort of thing forever."
She pushed down on the gas again, flooring it in a place where she had no business flooring it. It was forested hill country and there didn't appear to be a soul around in the whole area as she drove, climbing the hill, whipping around the curves, one after the other, more and more.
"Fucking bastard ... I'll show him ... yes, I will, I really will," she said out loud. "I'll make him regret that he ever thought women were stupid enough to fall for all of his silly lines ... that's what I'll do to him, all right ... the bastard!"
She whipped around one more curve and the car skidded and the tires squealed.
But she seemed hardly to notice what she was doing in the car as she hurried on to nowhere. She was acting out a scheme of revenge in her head and not even thinking about the area, where she was going, what she was doing.
And then, suddenly, out of nowhere, or so it seemed to her with her mind preoccupied the way it was, something was in front of her, rushing right towards her and she had to turn and she wasn't thinking straight. She couldn't think fast enough.
No, she turned the wheel to get out of the way of the oncoming vehicle. And that was all it took. She was too close to the edge of the road as it was.
The car skidded and spun right off, down the gully and twisting and bumping and flying headlong towards a tree. It hit hard.
Judy was lifted up out of her seat and smashed against the steering wheel and the windshield. Her body was sprawled in that awkward position when the car settled as it was, the whole front of it mangled beyond repair.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Luke and Clem slid down the hill, kicking up mud as they went down. They moved towards the car and looked at the wreckage and shook their heads.
"I'd agree with you there, cousin, I'd agree with you entirely."
They moved up and looked at what was jammed against the front windshield.
"Now will you look at that. Pretty as you please. Is she something?"
"She sure is, cousin. What do you say if we don't pull her right out of there and see what we can do with her, huh?"
"Yeah, that sounds like a right nice idea you got there, Luke."
"It sure does. Come on now, give me a hand, all right?"
"I'm with you, I'm with you ... look at that beautiful thing there. Shit, she's giving me a hard-on before I've even laid a hand on her."
"Something I bet you're figuring on doing any time now, right?"
"Right you are, man. Mmmmm ... I ain't had me no new pussy in quite a while. I mean, I been getting laid sure enough, but it's cunt I've already tried again and again. It gets kind of stale like that after awhile, right?"
"Sure does. I know just what you mean, old buddy. But this is something else. Ooooweeee! Look at how nice she looks."
"Yeah, except for that line of blood and that wound on her forehead. Sure, except for that she'd be damn near beautiful."
"Looks as naturally pretty as Cousin Susie. What do you say?"
"I'd agree with you there. And even looks about as good as Cousin Linda Jo."
"Well, you might be going a little too far there, cousin," Clem said.
"Ha, I don't know ... this one has mighty big titties like Linda Jo's got. Look at them things ... you can see them where the dress is torn."
"Yeah, and what we can't see we'll be seeing in a moment or two as soon as we get her on some flat land. Come on, we'll drag her down to the bottom of the hill down there. There's some grass and we can analyze the situation down there. And I think we're both going to enjoy analyzing this."
"We sure are. There's no doubt in my mind about that fact at all, cousin. Come on, let's get this cunt moving ... she ain't dead, is she?"
"No, she ain't dead. But just to be sure, I'll feel for any heartbeat." He laughed and winked at his cousin. "And you can bet I'll enjoy that."
He slid his hand in through the torn material of her dress and felt her large breasts. There was still steady breathing and heartbeat, but that wasn't all Clem was feeling for. He rubbed his palm over and around on the soft flesh of those titties. He reached in and touched the nipple and pinched it between two fingers, pulling on it till he nearly pulled it off.
"She's got some tits on her this one has, cousin," he said.
"I can see that she does, cousin. Let's get her down to the bottom of the hill so I can get a feel of her, huh?"
"Sure thing ... here, you take her feet and I'll hold the top half of her. Come on, let's get her down there ... Ready?"
"Ready, cousin, so start moving down there and be careful. We wouldn't want to damage this merchandise any more than we already have."
"That's for sure. But it looks to me like she got the worst of it right on her head and the really good parts are still intact."
"Well, I don't know about that really good parts, stuff. I kind of like a woman to be able to use her mouth on me. I like a good blowjob better than anything."
"Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to settle for fucking this one in the cunt or the ass-hole, my friend because she is out like a light."
"Yeah, I'll say she is. Come on, keep moving there and watch your footing. I don't want you getting knocked out and missing all the fun I'm going to have."
"I wouldn't want to miss it either, you evil sucker."
They moved the body down the hill. Judy moaned and lifted her head for a moment but then quickly slipped back into unconsciousness.
"I thought she was coming to for a moment, cousin," Clem said.
"She'll be coming when I start fucking her, heh heh heh...."
"That's a good one, cousin. You're real funny today, you know that?"
They reached the bottom of the hill and then dropped the girl on the grass.
Clem moved over her first, pushing her dress up over her lovely, meaty thighs.
He grabbed at her panties and pulled them down away from her cunt.
"Oh shit, this chick is too much, baby, too much," he said, rubbing his hand over her pubic curls and then shoving his fingers in and out of her cunt hole.
"You hurry up so I can get a crack at her, cousin."
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry ... I like her enough that I'll probably come as soon as I shove it in there, boy."
He got out his prick and worked it back and forth till he had a full hard-on.
And then he was pressing himself up between her thighs. Judy moaned groggily.
Her eyes blinked open and she looked out and couldn't believe what she was seeing. Luke smiled at her and nodded his head.
He shoved his throbbing erection up into her cunt, sliding it deep inside all at once. He pushed up to the very depths of her cunt, twirling his cock around and around, driving it in inch by inch, making himself quiver with mounting lust.
"Oh, that's a tight cunt, cousin," he groaned. "Tight and dry ... but it's nice. Something different, for a change, huh? Ohhhhh...."
He thrust up into her and then started working it back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster, in and out of her tight, unconscious pussy.
Judy was coming to and not understanding any of this. It was like some wild nightmare. She looked from one cousin to the other and gasped.
"Oh my God, what's going on?" she groaned at them, her eyes narrowing as she tried to take in the weird scene in progress.
The cousin not getting fucked at the moment let out a hoot.
"You woke her right up, cousin. It's like that fairy tale about the Sleeping Beauty, except that you woke her up with a fuck instead of a kiss."
"That's my prick for you, cousin," he said, drilling deep inside her, shooting his dick in and out, back and forth, faster and faster.
"No, no, no," Judy cried out as the pressure built and started to effect her.
Through all the throbbing pain in her head she was still aware of the pleasure that was starting to build inside of her as he fucked her.
It was increasing, more and more, rising with every stroke of his fat throbbing prick.
"Oh, God! " she cried. "Give me that hot stick."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Linda Jo was sucking on Susie now. She didn't mind a bit. She loved the taste of Susie's cunt, especially when the girl was excited. And she was all worked up now. She had been working on Linda Jo's pussy for a time and now the chick wanted some fun of her own. And she was going to get it. Linda Jo could suck cunt with the best of them and she usually did just that.
She licked up one thigh and then down the other. Susie moaned and shivered. She reached down and grabbed at the girl's hair.
"Mmmmmm, suck it, suck, suck my hot, sweet honey pot, suck it real good, honey, suck it good," she said. "Oh go on, give it to me, push that tongue deep inside me ... really let me have it...."
And Linda Jo did just that. She slid the tongue up the cunt hole. She pushed deep and Susie quivered in reaction.
"Mmmmmmmmm! That's the way to do it, that's the way!" she groaned. "Oh God, that feels so good, so fucking good, yes, yes, yes...."
Linda Jo lifted her tongue to the clitoris and with just a slight touch of it Susie was jumping and quivering.
"Oh Jesus, yes, yes, that's the way to do it ... mmmmmm ... oh yes, yes!"
Linda Jo licked at the clit and made Susie go wild with pleasure. And then she moved her tongue back down to the hole, into the pussy hole, digging right inside and then slapping at it, licking up and down in rapid fashion.
"Mmmmmmm! Ahhhhhh! Yes, yes, yes, suck me, suck me so good, mmmmm, I love it! I really love it when you suck my pussy like that, baby! Ohhhhhh!"
"And I love doing it to you, baby," she breathed at the cunt.
She twirled her tongue against the quivering meat. She flicked at it and pushed the tongue deep inside and then ran it up against the clitoris.
"Mmmmmmm! Ohhhh, that's so good, so very good, yes, yes, it is! Oh God, it really is! Ayyyyyyy! Oh Jesus, I love it, I love it ... you're making me come, girl, yes, already, you're making me come and it's good, it's so good ... ohhhh!"
Linda Jo started licking with slow, steady strokes, up and down over the hole. The pressure from these licks started to build, higher and higher all the time, more and more all the time. It grew and grew, rising and burning Susie's cunt.
Susie reached down and grabbed at Linda Jo's long hair, pulling a few strands right out of the roots in her excitement.
"Mmmmmmm! Yes, yes, that's the way, that's the way to do it to me! Ohhhhh, you suck so nice, Linda Jo, so very nice...."
And the girl continued to suck away, drinking up the cunt juices as they bubbled to the surface of the pussy hole. She drank them down with noisy gulps.
"Oh, you taste so good, Susie," she mumbled into the girl's pussy. "I just love drinking your cunt juices, you know that?"
"And I'm sure glad of it ... and don't worry, there's plenty more coming along," Susie said with a pained laugh. "Ohhhhh, that's good!"
They twisted and shivered, the pleasure mounting, climbing, rising all through the girl. And Linda Jo was getting excited as well. The taste of cunt in her mouth always did that to her. She was going to shove herself around and let them each eat the other out at the same time. But first she would give dear Susie another minute of undivided attention.
"Suck me, suck me, baby, yes, stick your tongue in my cunt ... that's so good, so very good," she moaned as loud as she could.
And Linda Jo pushed her tongue up that pussy as far as it would go.
"Mmmmmm, that's so good, so good, yes, yes, it is, it is, baby, suck that cunt," she cried. "Oooooohhhh! Oh shit, don't ever stop what you're doing...."
They continued writhing for another couple of minutes, thoroughly enjoying each other's company as the sucking went on and on.
And then they heard a noise. Someone was coming up to the house. No one was expected just then so they couldn't imagine who it could be out there.
"Shit, I wonder who the fuck that could be out there?" Susie said. "Ain't nobody supposed to be coming around for some time, ain't that right?"
"That's right. I wonder if it might be some damned salesman or something like that coming around here. What do you think about that, Susie?" asked Linda Jo.
The girl smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She murmured.
"I wouldn't mind if it was some handsome salesman, know what I mean? Somebody we could do to like we done to that other salesman that time before."
"Oh yeah. Wasn't that a lot of fun? Shit, yes it was. We had ourselves one great little slave down there in the basement, all chained and roped up and everything. He had to service our hot cunts every hour of the day and night."
"I don't think we ever gave him two straight hours of sleep in all the weeks we kept him here, you know that? Ha, ha...."
"Yeah. It was a shame that things happened the way they did with that one, him running off the way he did when he got his chance to escape, and then getting lost. The hounds had to find him and by then he was already long dead."
"If only he had just settled down so that we could have brung him into the family or something. Shit, I wouldn't have minded marrying the guy."
"Me neither, and that's a fact," said the other one with a sigh.
But by now there was noise on the front porch. They heard the door opening and then heard a cry of alarm. It was a girl's voice. Then they heard laughing.
"Shit, that sounds like Clem. And he's got a woman with him. I wonder what the fuck them two are up to, huh? Let's go see for ourselves."
The two girls, naked as the day they were born, scurried out of the bedroom. They went into the main room and saw Luke and Clem twisting the arms of a very pretty girl, a girl a couple of years older than Susie and Linda Jo.
"Shit, where did you get her, fellas?" Susie asked the two boys.
"We found her on the road. She was in a little accident. We brought her around, saved her life and everything and this is the way that she gets to thank us. But she's been giving us a damned hard time since the moment she woke up."
The girl twisted and turned, trying to pull away from them just then.
"That's right," said the other one. "She's been scratching and biting. Goddammit, she's a regular wildcat, that's what this bitch is."
"Yeah, but we're going to tame her good before we're done with her. Yes sir, we are going to make this chick into one of our own."
"How are you planning to do that, Luke?" asked Linda Jo.
"It's going to be easier than you might think. This girl got a nasty bump on the head in that accident and her memory keeps slipping away from her."
"That's right. One minute she thinks she knows who she is and the next she don't know who the fuck she is or what in hell she's doing here."
"Uh-huh," said Clem. "We been thinking we'll adopt her. That's right. We're going to make her one of the family if she wants to be. How does that sound to you girls?"
Susie went up to the girl they were holding. Judy was still struggling against them. She nodded and reached in to her open front and touched the big titties there.
Then she slid her hand down to the girl's cunt and pulled on the hairs.
"Oh yeah, this chick could work out just fine, just fine indeed," said Susie. "Look at the body on her, honey. And I wouldn't mind sticking my tongue into that plump cunt of hers. Or getting her to do the same to me."
Judy suddenly stopped struggling. She took a deep breath and looked around. She looked frightened and puzzled by everything. She looked at all of them there in the room.
"What is this ... I ... I don't know you people, do I? I ... I can't seem to remember much about where I am or what any of this is all about ... I'm sorry ... why are you holding me like that?"
"Hey, you was right about that memory of hers. I guess it's failing her again," Linda Jo said.
Susie moved up to the girl and took her hand. She patted her on the ass..
"You come along with me, honey. Me and Linda Jo are going to take care of you. Those big boys have already had enough fun with you for one day, I think. Now we'll just show you some real tender loving care ... and you are going to just love it, I can tell you that."
Judy stared at her and shrugged her shoulders. It was all such a mystery to her all of a sudden. The girl seemed nice enough. Those boys had been a little rough.
She figured she must have done something wrong for them to treat her like that. In any case, she figured it would be less hectic to go with two pretty girls who wanted to take her into their room.
And they did. Then Susie and Linda Jo removed the rest of the girl's garments.
They both admired the voluptuousness of her body. They put her on the bed and then they joined her. Susie started kissing her on the mouth, while Linda Jo licked her way up each of Judy's thighs. The girl quivered and moaned at this.
"What are you two doing to me? I ... I don't understand any of this?" Judy said.
Linda Jo pressed her lips against Judy's curly cunt hairs.
"You just relax yourself, girl. You're going to enjoy every bit of this."
"That's right," said Susie. "What we're doing is initiating you into the family. That's what we're doing. You're going to stay up here with us because we like you and the boys like you and the rest of the clan is always looking for some new blood, you know. There's too much in-breeding going on around here and we got way too many hunchbacks and people with three fingers and all that. So you'll be looked upon as a godsend, let me tell you that. We'll treat you just like you was our sister."
Judy gulped. She didn't know what to say. She had been feeling afraid and alone. She couldn't remember where she was or who she was, where she had come from or anything. And now these nice people were going to take care of her. That was really nice of them, she thought. And she would have to be nice in return.
And that didn't seem to be any problem. What they were doing to her felt very pleasant.
She put her arms across them, patting them and caressing the two girls.
"Mmmmm, that feels nice, very nice," she sighed.
Linda Jo started moving in on the pussy. She slid her tongue inside, pushing deep inside that pink hole. And Judy twitched and moaned as she did it.
"Ohhhhh! Gosh, that's wonderful, just wonderful," she moaned.
Linda Jo peeled back the clitoris and attacked it. She slid her tongue back and forth over it, back and forth, making the ruby red clit bulge and throb.
"Mmmmmm! Yes, yes, yes, that's it, that's the way to do it ... ohhhhh, gosh, that feels so good ... so good, don't stop, don't stop!"
And now Susie was moving over Judy's mouth. She straddled her face and pressed her cunt down against the girl's mouth. Judy instinctively stuck her tongue up into the cunt and started licking at it. She ran her tongue up and down, in and out, sucking hard at the quivering pussy hole.
"Mmmmmm! Ohhhhhh!" Susie cried out. "Oh shit, this girl can suck ... she must have done this before, even if she don't remember when!"
And the tongue slid back and forth, in and out of her cunt, in and out, deeper and deeper, forcing the girl into the heights of ecstasy.
"Ahhhhhhhh! I'm coming, I'm coming already, Linda Jo!" Susie screamed. "Oh, and it's good, it's really good ... we're going to keep this gal around for a long time. She's going to be just like one of us ... one of the family!'"
CHAPTER NINE
Mr. Bishop was sitting around in his office. A young woman named Tammy was supposed to come visit him in about fifteen minutes. He was just sitting there, twiddling his thumbs and wondering what life was all about.
It seemed like such a long time ago now when he had had it all in his hands. And then it all went away. He was fired from one job after another. His copy was mush, they would tell him. Drink and drugs. Those were his problems. And girls, of course. One too many scandals and he was through. But it was hushed up. He could still coast on his reputation for a while. Yes, for quite a long while. Teaching. That had seemed the best bet. That was something he could do with his hands tied behind him.
And he would have time to get back in shape, to get rid of his bad habits. But he was no saint, of course. He couldn't get rid of all of them. That would take too long, he decided. But in moderation he might be able to get along. He was a good teacher, after all. That had surprised him in the beginning, before he got his confidence back to a degree. He had come to teach at this small college. Not even one of the better ones. Not even the best in the state, and the state was hardly anything to talk about.
Yes, he found that he could teach and the students liked him. And the girl students liked him best of all. That was the one habit he couldn't beat. No, he couldn't get over his need to have a go at any and all of them that were available.
They came and they went. Generally, he managed to juggle them all without letting any of them know what he was doing with any other girl. He had his favorites, of course. One of them, though, had disappeared a while back. Judy. She was a sweet thing, an excellent student and a great fuck, he thought. Yes, definitely first class.
But then she just disappeared. Some people even feared violence. They thought she might be kidnapped or dead. There was no telling what had become of her.
Mr. Bishop just sat back and sighed. He didn't want to think about it. Maybe she just got tired of school. It would have been nice if she had said goodbye, though.
He put the paper down and banged his fist on his desk. The girl sitting across from him, a gorgeous redhead who was in one of his classes, smiled at him.
"I'm sorry. I have to go. I have to leave here ... yes, yes," he said distractedly.
"Where are you going, Mr. Bishop? I don't understand. We had an appointment."
"Yes, I know that we had an appointment and all of that, but I've found a way to bring back my career ... I mean, forget I said that. Listen, get out of here, will you? I've got to take care of a few things and then I'm going out of town."
He had read about a mine disaster upstate. It was in one of those very rural, backward communities. Several people were trapped in the mine. A cave-in. This was just the sort of story that he could sink his teeth into. Editors were always looking for a good disaster story. He would submit it to some respected regional magazine. It would look like slumming, but it might just hit the right note. They would say that Bishop was getting interested in America after all that time abroad. Yes, it would work. He was sure of it.
He was going to drive up there and investigate. He would force a good story out of this tragedy. He still had it. And this was his chance, he decided.
The girl was getting up. She was quite a beauty. That really meant something if he could get rid of her without fucking her, he thought. That meant responsibility was returning to him, and maturity. Yes, and it was about time too. He was going to do it. He was going to do just that. Mature and responsible. He was going to become big again, as big as he had ever been before it all started falling apart.
He ushered the girl out of his office. He couldn't resist slapping her on the bottom as she left and when she turned to look at him he told her he would see her again some other time when he wasn't busy. She smiled at him and agreed to that.
He got himself ready to go. He wouldn't bother about packing a bag or anything. He had enough in his briefcase to last him. He had a sweater and some boots in the trunk of his car. A good reporter had to be ready to leave on a moment's notice, he told himself.
He left the school building and made his way to the parking lot. He got into his car and drove on. He wasn't even sure of the route he would be taking but he was going to get there sooner or later, he knew. He was determined, and he knew that when he felt that sort of vigor there would be no stopping him.
He drove faster, faster than the speed limit. He knew that he should have given them some note about what he was doing, but they would have to know that this was professional business and nothing less.
He drove on, faster and faster, rushing along the narrow roads that led into the hills. This was country he was not familiar with, though he knew all the rumors that were spoken in the more urban area of the college. But he knew better than to accept those tales as more than legend. City folk always liked to make fun of the hicks and make them seem stranger and more disturbed than they actually were. To hear some of them talk, Bishop thought, you would think that the hillbillies were nothing more than vicious, sex-crazed, incestuous savages. But he knew that was going a little too far.
Bishop had been in some of the more far-flung areas of the world and he had seen the real savages, and he knew that even they were not all that different from the rest of the civilized world, and that in some ways they were more civilized.
He would by sympathetic to the problems of this mining community where he was headed. They would be suffering. If he knew anything about this sort of situation, he knew that everyone in the community would have someone, some relation involved in it, and there would be a lot of heartbreak and sorrow and fear in the air there.
Bishop drove on and on, working himself up so that he would be ready to do his job and do it well. He was going to get a big story out of this. It would get him the Pulitzer. Yes, it was just the sort of story he needed to get his career back on track.
He drove on, faster and faster, not quite sure where he was going but figuring that he was headed in the right general direction. When he got close enough he would look for someone he could talk to and get directions then.
Judy was playing with Susie. They were kissing and playing with each other's pussies. They were both hot. Judy had long since forgotten who she really was. They called her Jay. That was because she could only remember that her name began with the letter J and they decided that was good enough for the time being.
Susie was moving down on the girl's body. Judy opened her legs and sighed. She liked this a lot. It was wonderful, having somebody always ready to go down on you. There were girls around and boys around and you could just about have your pick.
But Judy, like Susie and Linda Jo, got tired of the same faces and the same pricks all the time. They were all hoping that some young blood would come by one of these days soon. Susie had told her about the couple of times they took strangers and held them prisoner and made them do whatever they wanted them to do. It had been great fun.
Judy was looking forward to a chance to do something like that herself. But no stranger showed up. So she had to make do with Susie for the time being.
Susie stuck her tongue into Judy's cunt right now. She pushed it inside and licked up and down. She licked until Judy was quivering and moaning from it. It felt very good and she opened her legs wider and pushed Susie's face deeper inside.
"Mmmmmm, suck me, suck me, that's good, that feels so good, yes, yes, it does, mmmmm, it really does ... ohhhhh, suck it, suck that cunt of mine, sister...."
Susie licked her tongue up and down, up and down, faster and faster all the time. Judy was crying and shaking from it. She started to come. She quivered and moaned and twisted about, nodding her head up and down and gasping.
"Ohhhhh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed. "Yes, yes, I am, I am, ohhhhh!"
And the girl continued to suck, sticking her tongue deep inside and wiping it up and down, up and down, faster and faster, back and forth through the girl's cunt.
"Mmmmmmm, that's the way, that's the way, sister, mmmmmm, suck that cunt, suck it, I'm coming, I'm coming ... ooooohhhh, that's so good, so good!"
She continued coming for another minute while Susie licked her pussy. Then the two girls were still and sat next to each other and kissed and laughed.
They heard something. It was a car pulling up outside the house. They went to the window and looked out, wondering who it could be out there.
"Shit, it's a man," said Susie as she looked at the stranger.
It was Mr. Bishop. He was standing there and waiting for someone to come out.
"And a handsome man," said Judy, nodding her head and licking her lips.
They glanced at each other and smiled conspiratorially.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, girl?" Susie said to her new sister.
"I sure am. I don't know what that stranger wants, but he looks good enough to eat. Let's go out there, get him inside, and then we'll clobber him on the back of the head and tie him up in the basement. Well keep him there for good or until he gets away like you did to that other one you were telling me about. All right?"
"Sounds good to me," said Susie. "Hey, you're learning pretty fast, girl. That's good. That's real good. Now let's go get that guy. He's going to regret he ever came up this way, I can tell you that much."
