CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I In His Arms
2 Kissing Spearmint
3 Knockout Woman
4 Foxey Lady
5 Will Peter Come
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CHAPTER ONE
IN HIS ARMS
Angela had just turned thirteen. She was ecstatic about the fact that her tits had grown to the ripe size that they had since her twelfth birthday. Now maybe Mr. Banks will notice me in English class, she thought to herself as she made her way past the dark green school lockers. When she got to her locker, she dialed the combination and opened the door full wide. She had purchased a rather large mirror and attached it to the locker door. The mirror enabled her to watch her progress in the development of her growing bust and the flowering of her young girl's body.
As she gazed at herself, she grazed her full, petulant lips with her wet tongue. With the pink lips glistening back at her from the mirror, she thought of all the people she had seen in the movies who licked their lips before a seduction scene.
"Gee, those Hollywood stars really know what they're doing. Wet lips do look kind of sexy," she spoke to her reflection in the mirror.
Her small, young hand reached into her dress and made contact with her firm, pink nipple. She began to rub at it and then withdrew her hand. Her fingers went automatically to her mouth. She put them in and wet them well, then she reached in again to her firm young tit and resumed the circular motion on the excitable nipple. Her bra was definitely in the way and she decided it would have to come off before her English class with Mr. Banks.
She closed the locker, taking one last look at herself making sure everything was in place, just in case she ran into the gray-haired Mr. Banks before the class and continued on down the hall. When she reached the girls' room, she flung open the door and entered.
Good, no one's here, she thought as she went into one of the four empty booths. Now I won't have to rush because someone is waiting to get in. She loved the seclusion of a bathroom. She always had since she was a child. She closed the door behind her and proceeded to make herself comfortable. She took off her blouse and hung it on the hook protruding from the marble wall next to her. With little difficulty, she unhooked her new black bra and the full, young breasts popped to attention beneath her own eyes. I should really rub them and get them real hard so they show their excitement through my silk blouse when I get into class. Then he's bound to notice me. She sat down on the bowl. She raised her skirt so she could remove her panties and create a feeling of total nudity which aroused her very much.
She looked down at the patch of dark brown hair between her legs. I wonder what it's like having a man stick his thing in there, she thought, growing more and more excited at the prospect.
She wet her forefinger and inserted it into the tight, young cunt about an inch, caressing the walls very softly. She was afraid to go any further for fear she might deflower herself. She knew she couldn't do that because she was saving that for Mr. Banks.
I love you, Mr. Banks, I love you. I love your beautiful gray hair, your deep voice, your strong older hands, your adams apple ... I love everything about you. I don't care if you are fifty-five years old. I love you because you are that old. I don't want any young guys fooling around with me. I want you! I want you because I know you would be tender and sweet to me, and not in the least bit rough because you have experience.
If you would only notice me, Mr. Banks, I would give you my everything, and I bet it wouldn't even hurt, Angela thought.
My god, I've been in here for ten minutes, she realized as she heard the class bell go off. Pulling her silk panties up and her skirt back down, she began rushing around in the close quarters of the lavatory booth. She shoved the bra into her handbag, put her blouse back on and left the booth. She looked at herself for one quick moment in the huge bathroom mirror, ran her comb through her long, black hair, tweaked her already hard nipples once more for good measure, licked her lips once again and made for the door.
As she came careening around the corner heading for Room 212, Angela saw Mr. Bank's strong hand closing the classroom door.
"Mr. Banks, Mr. Banks, please wait one more second. It's me, Angela. I dropped all my books on the stairs, that's why I'm late!"
"Relax, relax Angela," said Edward Banks, "the class hasn't begun yet. We're showing a movie today, an excerpt from Romeo and Juliet, and Billy hasn't finished setting up the equipment."
Angela sauntered into the classroom and took her seat directly in front of Mr. Banks. This way she could see him at all times and scrutinize him to her heart's content. Angela never realized how nervous she made him with her unconscious staring.
Jesus, another class with those beautiful tits staring up at me, thought Ed Banks as he glanced at the now seated Angela. Doesn't she know what she's doing to me, he wondered.
As Angela busied herself with arranging her things on the desk, she let her legs separate under the desk.
Does she know? I wonder. I can see all the way up to her cooze. Spread them a little farther apart, Angie, he thought, so I can see all the way to the next town. God, I'll have to stay seated at my desk until the film begins. I can't let the entire class see that this Lolita has given me a hard-on again.
I wish he would come out from behind his desk before the movie begins, so I could see that lump in his pants while the lights are still on.
"Now class before we begin this bit of film from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, I would like a volunteer from one of the girls to help me after school one or two days a week. I will need someone only about an hour a week to help with secretarial chores relating to the Acting Club which Miss Kramer and I are supervising. May I see a show of hands please."
"All right, Angela."
I hope she gets the long straw, thought Ed to himself. I'd like to have that young, little cunt around for more than just an hour.
"Connie, Mavis, Eileen and Maria. Fine now since there are five volunteers, we'll have to draw straws to see who the lucky one will be."
As he cut the paper straw into five pieces, he addressed the room, "Okay girls, come up to the desk and take your pick. May the best girl win,"
As long as it's Angela, he thought.
"Who's the winner?" asked the teacher.
"Looks like I am," said the dark-haired and lovely Angela, "Looks like I am," her voice was running over with glee.
"I promise I'll try my very best to do the best that I can. And I'll do anything you ask, Mr. Banks," said Angela happily.
You do that little girl and you don't know what you're letting yourself in for, he thought again.
"I'm sure you'll do very well, Angela. Could you stop by after school today and I can show you how I want everything set up?"
"I'd be glad to. Is there anything I should bring?"
"No, Angela, just bring yourself and that will be more than enough. Now can we begin the film, Billy? Fine. Lights off please."
As the movie began and the room was shrouded in darkness, Ed Banks came around from behind his desk and leaned on the edge of it directly in front of Angela.
He looked down at the hard nipples pushing through the silk blouse as they were covered with the reflection from the movie screen.
Angela in turn was staring at the bulge in the front of his pants. She had never seen anything so large on a man before. Why did it excite her so? Was it her imagination or was the bulge actually growing larger? Yes, it really was, and what's more, she thought, it seems to be throbbing.
Angela's thick, black lashes lifted and she looked up at her teacher's blue eyes. Her dark brown eyes met his and at that moment, it was as though she made a promise to him, not fully aware of why or what the promise meant.
She was sure of one thing, she didn't regret having made the promise or what it would entail. She could feel a warmth between her legs that she had never before felt. She knew she shouldn't even think such a thing, but she was wishing that the thing that caused the bulge in his pants was going into her right at that moment.
I wonder if I lean my hand at the edge of the desk me might just graze past it.
At the very moment of her thought, he leaned forward and rested his hot cock on the edge of her desk.
Do I dare lean my hand in that direction, thought the aroused Angela. I couldn't. Maybe this afternoon I'll have a better and more subtle opportunity. What's happening to me that I'm getting so bold all of a sudden. It must be because I've got this funny feeling between my legs.
Ed Banks was almost in a frenzy staring at Angela, and moved away to the other edge of his desk. My nuts must be hanging out the window to try anything so foolish as fucking around with another student. I had my ass thrown out of one school for something just like this little sexpot! Cool down, Banks, cool down.
At the end of the movie, the lights were turned on again and the class was dismissed.
"I want you all to write a paper on the movie for tomorrow. Angela, I'll see you at three-ten."
"Fine, Mr. Banks. I'll be here with bells on."
"Angela, wait for me," said Peter O'Hara, as he chased down the corridor after her.
"What is it with you and old man, Banks anyway? You keep staring at him like you've gone goofy or something. Jeez, he's old enough to be your father. Well, anyway, that's not why I stopped you. You wanna go to the dance Friday night with Ginny and Cal?"
She hadn't heard a word Peter had said, her mind was only in one place ... Ed Bank's crotch ... and how she could get at it!
The classes seemed to drag by and at three-ten, she arrived right on the nose. She had excused herself from her last class to get her cunt and tits ready for her meeting with the teacher.
"Hi, Mr. Banks."
"Hi, Angela. Take a seat. I'll be with you in a moment. Do you want to grab one of those chairs from the back of the room, Angela, and bring it up here next to me at my desk?"
"Sure, Mr. Banks. I'd be glad to."
She walked to the back of the room in a gait which she in her naivety thought to be a sexy walk. She picked up the chair and brought it up to the teacher's desk.
"In front of the desk or next to you, Sir?"
"I think next to me would be more practical, that way I can explain things more easily."
Angela slid the chair in directly next to his and slid in next to him. She sat there for a moment waiting for him to begin explaining what she was to do.
The teacher was getting the uncontrollable urge to touch her. The same urge that caused him to lose his last job at Riverview High. He looked at Angela and noticed that she was gazing down at his cock. He knew that he couldn't keep from getting a hard-on so he tried diverting her attention.
"Now shall we begin with setting up how the..." He couldn't concentrate and knew she couldn't either.
Angela's tight, little cunt began oozing within her, and she couldn't stop the brand new sensation. She became more and more aroused with each moment. His eyes, she noticed, seemed to be glazed with a preoccupied look to them.
They looked at each other, neither of them knowing who was going to do what or when.
I've got to do something to make her respond to my wishes, if I get fired or not, I must have her.
Banks moved his knee with his hand resting on it over towards hers. She responded as if she had done it thousands of times before. In her fantasies of the older man, she had.
He too had undressed her and fucked and eaten out her cunt, and nibbled her tits a thousand times. Each time he looked at the young tits or under her dress in class, he mentally seduced her. Now it was upon them both. But this time, it was no fantasy. This time it was for real.
His hand caressed the inside of her knee very softly and worked its way down and took hold of her firm girlish calf. She held on to his knee afraid of what she was doing and yet wildly excited about the whole thing. Her hand moved gently to his inner thigh and stayed there.
Do I dare move up to that bulge between his legs, that throbbing bulge I've looked at all semester? I want to but I'd better wait to see what he's going to do first.
His hand moved back up from the calf and lingered at the knee for a moment. Then he continued up the leg to her firm thigh. His hand stayed there for a moment. The moment seemed to him like a lifetime. Should he dare to go any further? His loins were aflame already. She might scream rape.
Angela started to let out a low moan as she began writhing around on her chair. He knew at this point that she wouldn't scream. She wanted him to go all the way up her leg.
She gently moved her hand farther up his leg. She lingered just short of his now heavily throbbing cock. She just stared at his cock and then she picked up her young, little hand and placed it on the pulsating bulge. As she fondled his hot cock, he ran one hand under her silk panties and began caressing the soft fur between her legs.
God, would I like to put my head in that soft, young mound of fur, he thought as he moved his hand gently around under the silk.
As he fingered her with one hand, he raised the other one to her hard girl-woman breasts. He held her entire breast in his one, huge mature and strong hand.
She looked into his eyes with what seemed to be a half-crazed stare and said, "Oh, Daddy, more, more. Please more! Take me! Do whatever you want with me."
She didn't know why she had called him Daddy but she knew that when she had, it aroused in her an even more profound passion.
He was gently beginning to move his middle finger into her tight opening. She moaned and began whimpering like a little girl or kitten. With each whimper, he inserted his wet finger a little further.
Angela was now holding on tight to his red, hot joint. She began fumbling with his fly, when suddenly they heard footsteps on the marble floor out in the corridor. She quickly let go of the hold she had on his cock and he dropped the first hand from her knockers and very gently extricated the other hand from her wet cunt and then from under, her pink, silk panties.
They were both breathing heavily and were slightly flushed when the classroom door was flung open.
It was the principal, Principal Becker.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Banks ... Angela. Has Miss Kramer been here this afternoon? I know she's co-supervising the acting club with you and I thought I might find her here with you."
"No Sir," replied Mr. Banks. "She's only beginning tomorrow. She had a dentist appointment this afternoon and left promptly at three-ten. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, I guess I'll have to wait until the morning, Mr. Banks. You two are the only ones left in the school then. Would you mind very much closing up for me? The wife wants me to pick her up at the club and take her to the shopping center, and I may as well get it out of the way today if you'll lock up for me."
"Sure, I'll be glad to, Sir," replied Banks.
"Just slam the gymnasium door and check to see that it's locked itself. Thanks a lot."
Principal Becker closed the door behind him and left.
"Whew! Was that a close call," said Mr. Banks. "Do you know what you're doing to me, Angela? You're driving me out of my mind!"
"You are me, too, Mr. Banks. I've never done anything with a man before."
He put his hand up into her hair and said, "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Baby?"
As they reached the basement, Angela began to giggle. Which way do we go, Mr. Banks? In the door marked boys or girls?"
He lifted her up in his arms and whispered in her ear. "Which do you prefer, Baby?"
"Let's go in the boys' way. I've always wondered what it looked like in there."
He kicked open the door and carried her into the boys' locker room.
"Do all the boys take showers in that same room together?"
"Yes, they do. Would you like to take a shower with me in there?"
"Gee, Mr. Banks I don't know. I think I'd feel kind of funny with all of those tiles looking at me," laughed Angela.
With Angela still in his arms, he carried her through the boys' locker area, through the gymnasium and into the storeroom where all the sports equipment and more importantly the callisthenic equipment were kept.
"Well, here we are, Angela. I feel as though we've gone half way around the world to get here."
Banks placed her easily and softly down on the red mats, and reclined beside her. He suddenly thrust both his hands into her dark, soft hair and lunged at her pouting, child-woman mouth. He had taken her by surprise, but got a warm response from her now probing tongue. Their tongues entwined and searched out each other's mouths.
Their mouths still glued to one another, he moved closer to her. With their bodies pressed tightly against each other, he began fumbling at the buttons of her blouse. In one savage moment, he ripped the blouse into shreds and Angela gave out a low moan of fright for the moment. She had no idea if he was going to rape her or what he would do next.
Sensing that he had frightened her, he gently stroked her tits and softly said, "Don't be afraid, Baby, Daddy isn't going to hurt you."
Feeling the calm coming over her, she leaned back again onto the mat, and pulled him down upon her.
He looked at the firm boobs resting on the young, white flesh and began to encircle the nipple of one with his tongue. Then when it was totally aroused, he moved to the other. Back and forth, from one to the other until she was moaning in one continuous long groan, his tongue traveled and explored.
Her hands were trying to undo his fly. She had managed to unzip the zipper but couldn't undo the top button.
"You want what's in there, don't you child?" he said to her staring directly into her child eyes.
"You want that fat cock you always stare at, don't you? What do you want it for? Do you just want to hold it, do you want me to drag it across your face and chest and then down between your hot little legs? Do you maybe want to put it between those pouting lips and take it into your mouth and suck on it?"
She looked up at him.
"Would you like that, huh, Baby?"
"Oh yes, Daddy, yes. All of those things, anything you want. Just take it out so I can see it and hold it."
He stood up and towered over her. With one bold, quick motion, he dropped his pants down around his ankles and stepped out of them.
"Take off the skirt, little girl. Let me look at your white body against the red mats wearing nothing but those pink, silken panties. Beautiful, beautiful. Okay Baby, now take them off and give them to Daddy."
He reached for the soft panties with his massive hands and brought them to his face. He inhaled deeply and a rapturous look overtook his entire face.
She was now totally naked against the red as he looked down at her.
"Come back down here to me, please Sir," she said as she moistened her lips with her wet, pink tongue.
"No, you get on your knees and kneel before this," he said as he cupped one hand over his throbbing member.
Angela obeyed as if in a trance and found herself kneeling before him, inches away from his cock bound up in the Jockey shorts waiting to pounce free from the bondage of the tight, white jersey.
She could no longer contain herself and nestled her mouth to the fat bulge. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her tightly to him.
"That can be yours, anyway and anywhere you want it, Baby," he said as he eased them to the mat.
As they lay next to each other, she grabbed for the waist band and began to pull off his shorts. Her eyes never left his groin. She couldn't believe her eyes as she saw the size of his joint. She had seen pictures of naked men but she had never seen anything to equal the size of what was appearing before her. As soon as she had the pants off, she started at his toes and slowly licked her way up his strong, hairy calves and then along his thigh. It came to her as she reached the magic spot that this was the first time she had ever been with a man. How was it that she knew what to do? Why was she enjoying it so much?
He reached down and cupped her tits just as she took one of his balls full in her mouth. They were groaning simultaneously. He rubbed gently at her boobs as she caressed his nuts with her tongue. She continued up his fat cock and went along it just on her way to his naval. I'm not going to blow him yet. I'm saving that for later, thought Angela as she continued up his chest. She stopped at his nipples and began to lave them with her tongue.
He picked up her face, making her look up at him.
"What is this ... a one man show?" he said. She smiled.
"Now you just relax, little girl and let me do some of the work, okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Banks but please be careful and don't hurt me."
"Don't you worry about a thing, Baby. Daddy won't hurt you."
He began by taking her full in his arms and gently nibbling on her ears. Then as she began moaning again, he worked his way down to her full, waiting and panting mouth. Their tongues met and began once more searching out the deep secrets of each other's mouths. They stayed clutched to each other for a short while, just enough time for her to cool off a little. Then he began once again.
"May I call you Ed, Mr. Bank?"
"Yes, you may," he replied as his tongue began moving between her boobs. He moved it under one, and then circled back around winding up at her hard as diamonds nipple. He took almost the whole tit into his mouth and sucked on it with a deep passion. She began with a low squeal which then worked itself into the now familiar moan. Just as her moaning began to subside, he moved to the other tit and began the whole pre-sex play all over again.
As she looked down at the top of his head, she could see he was working his way down her chest following the faint crevice until he reached her navel. There he stopped and rested his tongue in it. He looked up at her face and noticed an expression that could only be recognized as ecstatic.
"Oh Ed, please don't ever stop. I've never felt like this ever in my life before."
"My Baby, we haven't even begun."
He started down her body and found himself nestling in the dark peach fuzz crevice which smelled of its sweet nectar. He moved on because he didn't want to arouse that hole aching for him to fill it until she was really climbing the walls.
Angela began flailing about on the red mats wildly.
"Please fill me, Daddy. Please, please put your cock into me. I want to feel you penetrating me.
He totally ignored her and moved down to her small feet. He took all her toes in his mouth and began inserting his tongue between each toe. Then he took each toe into his mouth separately and suckled it with relish.
After having done all of the toes on both feet, he moved on to the sole of each foot. She giggled slightly as he darted his tongue lightly under each foot. Up to her ankle and then on up her leg to behind her knees, his tongue moved.
As he moved further up and closer to her now aching slit, the coarse hair on his head began to make contact with her cunt hairs. There was only a vague feeling of contact but it caused her to start rotating her hips to accentuate the wonderful feeling.
It seemed an eternity to her as she waited for his mouth to move on up to her oozing clit. She could no longer wait for him to enter her.
Just as she began to scream, "Fuck me," his long, fat tongue began to enter her vagina. The roughness of the surface of his tongue working against the walls of her vagina gave her a sensation beyond the wildest dreams she ever had about what sex would be like.
With the heat mounting and swelling within her, she started for his dick. As he sensed that was what she was reaching for, he moved very slightly, just enough so that every time she thought she had captured his tool, she missed it.
"Please let me put your thing in my mouth while you're doing that to me, Daddy."
"Just relax, little Baby. I'm getting you ready for something much better than that. But if you want to just take it in your mouth for one second, you may."
"Oh, thank you, Sir. I do. I do!"
Ed moved around and straddled his legs around her shoulders so that his meat was hanging about two inches away from her wanting mouth. Each time she tried to catch it with her lips, he pulled back a little. He finally gave in and let her lips capture the head of it.
This was the first time she ever had a cock in her mouth and it seemed to her that one should always be in her mouth. She began by moving her tongue around the captive head, while moving her tongue around she also tried sucking more of the fat, thick joint into her mouth. She knew she wouldn't be satisfied until she had the entire thing in her mouth and throat. She thought to herself, I've waited long enough for this and I'm going to have it all. He allowed her to suck in more until she had half of the hot, throbbing cock sticking into her face. When her mouth was full, she let the half move down into her throat.
"Now Baby, you're supposed to move up and down on it, and use your tongue while you're doing that. Just a little bit more, little girl and then we're going to fuck you. You want me to fuck you, don't you? You want Daddy Bank' cock ramming into that tight, young, juicy puss; of yours, don't you?"
She groaned an answer through the cock ii her face, which he knew could mean nothing but yes.
Ed could feel his member stiffening as ii ready to shoot its creamy load into the woman-child's face. He began to slowly remove it from the clenches of her eager lips.
"Just a little longer ... pretty please, Daddy?"
"No angel, Baby, I want this first strong wad to go into your waiting pussy. Now let go of my dick. I want to get down between those wild, young legs of yours and get your cunt ready for the best."
"Whatever you say, Ed is all right with me."
Pulling his cock out of her mouth easily and gently, he then dragged it across her face, a few times over her chin and wound up with it resting between her breasts. From her tits, he moved it down and placed it between her legs. Then he lifted her up behind her knees and brought the nectarous scent and fur of her cunt up to his mouth. He laved her lavishly by working his tongue in and out of her vagina and clitoris rhythmically. When his tongue had relaxed, her cunt muscles were lubricated well, and he put his fingers into her mouth to wet them. He then slowly moved three fingers gently into her cunt. He knew he had to be very careful with her because he didn't want to rip her or hurt unnecessarily. He was very aware of the tremendous size of his joint for he had done countless damage to women experienced at sex. He just couldn't hurt this child he knew was a virgin, although the urge in the rear of his mind was to rape her.
Rape-there was something so basic and exciting about it. It could be so easy here in the empty school. No one would ever hear her screams. Oh, the thought of forcing his hugeness into that tight child's cunt ... really ramming through that cherry with a strong thrust and then to keep on banging away at her until he was spent. To keep plugging away as the child kept on whimpering and weeping, enjoying the pain one was inflicting and imagining that droplet of red blood sneaking past one's inflicting cock and resting on the inside of her young thighs.
He couldn't do that to her. She had already come down here with him agreeable so it would only be semi-rape at any rate.
He decided it would be the right thing to do, to enter her gently. Upon reaching the hymen, he would give one quick thrust through it, and would imagine rape for himself and still do her no harm.
After about five minutes of furious sucking and lubricating of her cunt with his saliva, he placed her back down on the gym mats and began to mount her.
"Is it finally going to be now, Daddy?" she asked whimpering like a baby lion cub.
"Are you going to take me and give yourself to me?"
"Easy Baby, I'm going to be very gentle. You just work that tight, little cunt of yours and it won't hurt a bit, not a bit!"
"Whatever you say, Ed. But couldn't I just blow you a little bit more? Wouldn't that help?"
"You like sucking on that hot dick, don't you little girl, don't you? All right, if you want to, but only for a minute."
Ed stretched out on the mats looking up at the woman-child about to go down on him. This kid is the best thing I've had in months, he thought. He leaned back, stretching out his legs and offering up his massive body. The pepper and salt hair on his big chest seemed to stand up in readiness for the onslaught from her willing mouth.
Angela hesitated for just a moment, as though she was already relishing what she was about to embark on. She then closed her eyes, took a deep breath and dove into his hairy crotch. She took hold of his hot rod, touching it gently, bringing her small hand up and down and around until it stood stiff and ready for anything she might do to it.
Ed Banks let out a heavy sigh. It felt so good to just lie back and think of this baby getting ready to suck him. It had been a long time since he had been in a situation like this. Young girls were the only way to get laid, of that he was sure.
She put her mouth on his cock, she descended all the way down to its thick root, making it slippery with her spit; down and up and down again, while he moaned. He grabbed onto her long, dark hair and guided her along his throbbing staff.
She took her mouth off Ed's cock, then spit on it, smearing her saliva on the tip and shaft. She raised her eyes, looking past the throbbing, vital, alive cock. She said to him, through a half smile, which gave away how much she was enjoying herself, "How am I doing so far, Daddy?"
He gazed half back at her and just moaned approval.
Angela lowered her head again and took just the tip of his erect cock in her mouth, squeezing it slightly with her lips and tongue, and Ed once more arched his hips, thrusting his joint farther into Angela's mouth, until it reached the back of her throat and seemed to lodge, huge, throbbing and needing.
"Stop, Baby, it's ready to pop!"
She slid her mouth off his massive tool, moved up to his chest, nestled there for a moment and moved on to his panting lips. He kissed her gently and she returned his kiss with fervor.
He gently rolled her over on her back and took full inventory of the young, firm body of the girl he was about to mount.
They lay quietly next to each other for a moment. She let her hand glide downward across his abdomen. She was in such heat for him she reached once again for his cock and closed warmly over the hard flesh. Her fingers stroked up and down, until he took her hand in his and made her stop.
She would not let go. She sighed and tightened her grip.
"How big, how beautiful, how wonderful. I need it so, Daddy. I need it and want it so."
They were against each other now, their bodies pressing. Ed put his arm around her and his hand went to her hip, stroking the warm, youthful flesh. Angela trembled as he touched her.
He raised a hand to her breasts. They were so young and firm, their tips rigid from his fond touch. He lowered his lips and sucked at first one and then the other. She let out another low moan and let her head fall back on the mat, her hair framing the beauty of her fragile face.
Ed was now so aroused, as he thought of his relation to her and the difference in their ages. His prick was aching now, and nothing mattered but its needs. He let his hand move downward; he groped and his hand found the moist entrance to her virgin cunt. He moved down and kissed the sweet mound. He then thrust his huge tongue into her. Her hands gripped the mat tightly and her legs thrashed convulsively.
"Oh Daddy, no more. Please stop. Put it in me. Please, please!" she was now begging for him.
As she begged, she grabbed at his head, trying to pull him up to her. He came up, responding to her tug, her thighs welcoming his body. Angela's frantic hands seized him again and guided him to the moistness in a frenzy.
She moved back slightly and felt the head of Ed's cock move up to her slowly, touching the very entrance to her hot, desirous body. She threw her arms around his neck, anticipating his throbbing member. He introduced the tip of his cock to the dark and moist, hot opening.
She closed her eyes. The moment had finally come. She was giving herself to someone! The first someone she had ever wanted. Her mind went back and back. She was suddenly brought back to earth as she felt the horn-like tip begin to part her moist cunt lips. The lips began to part as soon as he started into the warm, wet cavern. He stopped when he had his dick in a little way.
Then he let himself settle into her slowly, inch by inch, the cock sliding into her eager cunt.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked, his hips churning in a gentle rhythm.
"But such a warm delicious hurt. Give me the whole thing Daddy, please!"
He let out a deep gasp and began to murmur. He pinned her hands back to the mat and groaned.
"This is it, Baby," he yelled.
With one violent thrust, his cock forced its way in. She cried aloud. There were tears rolling down her flushed cheeks and a sweet, warm smile on her face.
She could feel him plunging into her depths, filling her. As he filled her, his staff seemed to grow bigger and grow even more.
She screamed again, but he could not stop. She was sucking him into her and his mind could not think of a thing other than the spot where they were joined. His cock plunged in and up and she, in turn began moving slowly.
Ed moved and churned his hips in a slow circle and he reveled in the sweet tightness of her young cunt, enclosing him with softness and a wild warmth.
Angela moved her hands down to his hard ass and took hold of his flat cheeks, digging her nails into them with passion, pulling his body and quivering cock closer to her. She now had the feeling of being firmly impaled by his tool. She suddenly threw her legs up around him, her arms clinging tightly to his body. She was like a child gone wild, squirming and bucking and thrusting. Through the frenzied sobbing and groaning, she gasped his name.
He too, was squirming and gasping as his fat, heavy cock probed into the very depths of her body.
"Daddy, oh god, Daddy! Ed, more, more, yes, give me that load! Oh god, yes!" Angela cried out. "Yes!"
"This is the way, Baby."
She bit into his ear and felt that she had drawn blood in her frenzy.
Throwing back his head, his breath coming hot and heavy now, he parted his lips, running his tongue along them catching the saliva that was escaping his mouth. His climax was nearing in the violence of their screwing. He tried holding back, waiting for her, half-afraid of what it would be like, but knowing that they would have to make it now.
He could feel a soaring sensation, lifting him out of reality into the heavens. His every energy surging hot sensations of agonizing pleasure to his cock.
"Now, now!" he moaned. "Yes, Daddy, yes."
At last he could hold it no more. He plunged into her as deeply as he could. He sank down, all of his fat cock in her tight, young cunt. He buried himself within her, took one last look at the child-womanly face to remind him of how beautiful it all was, and shot his load in thick, hot spurts.
As his come shot into her, she began creaming like a fountain. She stiffened her body as she felt his spurts and her cream joining and then screamed.
In a flash he pressed his lips down hard on her mouth to stifle the scream. Her lips and tongue worked hard against his mouth as her body jerked and shook and flung itself about beneath him.
They clung to each other tightly and he noticed a tear easing over her perfect cheekbones. After what seemed an eternity, she grew limp, falling back against the red gym mats once more. Ed pulled himself out of the tight cunt and fell away beside her. Neither of them said a thing for a long while. They just lay together holding on to each other's hands quietly. Then she stirred, sitting up. She let out a low sigh and smiled at him. Looking down into his crotch, she saw he hadn't even lost his erection. She leaned forward and gently brushed his cock, leaving behind a soft kiss.
"Thank you, Mr. Banks, it's exactly the way I imagined my first time would be, only more beautiful."
He took her demure, fragile face in his hands and whispered, "I'm glad that I was the one to be here for the first time."
He pulled her towards him and kissed her very gently on the forehead and then on her young lips.
"Thank you," he said again.
Angela looked into his eyes and uttered, "I love you."
He parted her lips and pushed his tongue in forcefully as if to reply to her statement.
He knew he didn't care one bit about her. She was just another young cunt, meant to be laid until she was not young or girlish enough to bother with.
"Let's nap for just a second, Baby."
She grabbed onto his body and nestled into his chest and they were both asleep in a moment.
CHAPTER TWO
KISSING SPEARMINT
Ed Banks had just turned the corner of Liberty Place. He parked his new Corvette there because as usual, the parking lot was full of student cars, never any room left for teachers' cars. As he closed the door to his sporty looking car, he mentally patted himself on the back for having bought something so racy as this little number. He felt the car gave him the air of a playboy, and he was right. It was just the sort of thing that turned on young chicks like Angela Lissi.
Angela Lissi. Thinking of her name took him back to last Friday in the storage room of the gymnasium. Some wild little hum, that kid! Jesus, I wonder where they learn what they do at such a young age. One certainly couldn't attribute it all to television. Whatever the reason for her adeptness was, he had found her extremely good. Now his only concern was the usual aftermath of seducing someone so young. Did they always have to fall in love with the first guy that fucked them?
He knew that he wouldn't mind fucking her a few more times, as a matter-of-fact, he rather looked forward to it. He knew, also, what would happen after a while. First there came the tears, then the telephone calls at home and it generally ended with threats of exposure. He supposed that one day one of the little cunts would probably expose him but so far he had been very lucky. Actually a semi-exposure usually worked in his favor. The little blabber mouths always had to tell someone about the profound love affair they were having with their teacher. Generally it was their best girl friend. It really amused him. He was sure the girl friend probably registered shock at first, then her own wheels started turning. The reasoning generally followed the same track. If she could have him, why couldn't I? It sort of worked like a chain letter, one told the other, and so it kept on going. He supposed that one day it would backfire, but for the minute, he didn't want to think in those terms. He was having to goddamned much of a good time. He laughed aloud to himself as he thought of all the ass-holes that had told him teaching was a bore and not really as rewarding as it used to be. What a joke!
He came back to reality as he ascended the stairs to the teachers' entrance. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he flung open the door and ran smack into Tom Carroll, the History teacher. Tom, too, had had a few encounters with his students. They rarely compared notes, unless it was a particularly good lay. He thought that Angela Lissi's story merited telling, but he decided he wouldn't tell Tom until he was tired of the scene with Angela.
"Hi Tom, got a good one to tell you, but I think it will have to wait until next week. I don't want you to try taking this one on just yet. You'll never believe it, but there are still some kids left in this school with their cherries intact. I got myself a real ripe one last week."
Tom looked at Ed's grin and said, "You son-of-a-bitch, where the fuck did you ever find one?"
"It wasn't easy. As a matter-of-fact, she came and found me!"
"Well, when you're finished with her, tip me off as to who she is. I haven't had one piece of cunt yet this semester. The only cunt that's been offered to me was from that toothless, big-titted mess, Lois Trapp. She's been left back so many times she must be thirty years old by now. I guess she thinks if she lets me into that big hole of hers or sucks me off once in a while, I'll pass her in History. If things don't look up soon, she just might have a customer. I've got to run Ed, don't forget about old Tom when you're ready to dump the new chick. You know I've never minded sloppy seconds."
Poor little rung, thought Ed, as Tom Carroll walked away and on down the hall. Bad skin and so damned short, he's lucky if he even gets sloppy seconds. I don't think I'll tell him about Angela. I just can't see him crawling all over that pretty, young body.
On his way to his classroom, Ed realized that he hadn't seen any young stuff, or any females at all since Friday. A weekend at the lake fishing was always very relaxing but it really made him horny when he got back to work on Monday. They all look damned tasty this morning.
He had reached Room 212. He went for his key and unlocked the door. When he had hung up his coat, he headed for the back of the room to open a window.
"Good Morning."
He turned around, and there stood Angela. She was wearing a skirt so short she was really courting arrest. Her dark hair spilled over her sweatered shoulders, and she smiled sweetly at him. As he headed towards her and the front of the room, he saw that she had no brassiere on under the sweater and her nipples were jutting out at him through the apricot wool.
It was obvious she must have manipulated her tits before entering the room. They were standing at perfect attention.
"Good morning, Angela, what are you doing here before the school doors open? How did you get in?"
"I came in through the teachers' entrance. Principal Becker was at the door and I told him I had to see you about something relating to the acting club. He let me right in."
"You shouldn't have done that, Angela. It isn't very smart to let anyone know that we're ever in the school alone together, especially Mr. Becker. He knew we were here together last Friday. Now what is it that you want?"
"Is isn't that I want, it's just that I had to see you before the school day began. When are we going to do what we did last week again? I've been aching all weekend to touch you, and to have you touch me. I want you to put your thing in me like that again. I've got to know when."
"Now Angela, what happened last Friday can't happen every time one of us gets the urge. Things like that occur sometimes between two people, that doesn't mean it will necessarily be repeated. I will see you again, because I want to and I enjoy you, but we must both remember this is a school, not a bedroom."
The look of hurt on her face was immediately evident. She held back the tears which were forming just on the inside of her eyes.
"I ... I'm sorry," she blurted.
With this, she went to him, and he took her hand.
He led her to the back of the room, in case someone should happen to pass the room, there they could not be seen unless someone entered the classroom. He then walked to the front again and locked the door. He was afraid it would take him a while to calm her down. At the back of the room, she was leaning against the cloakroom door, tits jutting forward like two ripe grapefruits. A tear was trickling down her cheek as he came to her and he kissed it away. She took hold of his head and brought her lips to meet his. They exchanged tongues and were in the same passion they had experienced last Friday.
Damn this little cunt, he thought. She's got me crazy again. He pushed her hard against the cloakroom door and started to dry fuck her through their clothes.
She began the now familiar whimpering again, and started to force her hand between their close bodies. She began working it down his chest towards his already hard cock. Just as she got hold of the rock hard throbbing tool, he pulled away from her.
"We can't stand out in the room like this, Baby. Let's step in here," he said as he opened the door to the cloakroom behind her.
They stepped into the semi-darkness and immediately resumed where they had left off. There was just enough light coming through the door, which was slightly ajar, just enough so they could appreciate each other's bodies. The move into the new area had caused Ed's cock to lose it's hard.
Angela stared at him for a long moment, her child's eyes boring deeply into his. He looked down at the hopeless little girl and stared back into hers.
She looked up at him as if he had hypnotized her into slavery.
Her breath was soft and slow and her lips were slightly parted as if in anticipation, as if she were readying herself for some great adventure.
Their lips were scant inches apart and it was as if Ed was suddenly powerless to stop her forward movement.
His lips touched hers softly, like a whisper, then he bore down harder, and Angela drank in the taste of the man. Thw sweetness of a real man, that's what it was, the taste was different. When she kissed Peter O'Hara it was like kissing a piece of Spearmint gum. Kissing Ed was kissing the flavor of worldliness and maturity. The taste tasted as good as sex itself.
He nibbled gently and tenderly at her ears. She moaned as his tongue darted around in them.
She moved away from the ecstasy of his tongue and gently enfolded herself in Ed's arms.
"Oh, like this Daddy."
"Yes, just like this, Baby."
She put her arms around his waist and laid her head on his huge, strong shoulders, touching the hard warmth of Ed's neck with her wanting lips.
Her hand then resumed where it had left off before, she let it slowly travel down to his stomach, feeling the hard muscles bunch tightly together, then down along his side to his thighs, feeling his strength gathered there.
Then her hand moved slowly to the inside of Ed's thighs, feeling the warmth of the man's body, farther on down his leg and back up again.
The tight fabric around Ed's crotch was straining and Angela could feel its heat seeping through the material and on to her body.
Angela began opening the buttons on the teacher's shirt. He had already removed his tie. With his shirt undone, she began her journey down the hairy, strong chest, then down to the straining bulging crotch. She stopped for a moment to look at the fat cock trying to work its way out of the white jersey. She relished the fact that she had the power to make that huge staff react to her arousement. She then leaned forward and blew hot breath through the fabric, causing Ed to grab her by the hair and groan. She nibbled at his throbbing, thick cock through the fabric.
Ed moaned slightly and arched his hips, bringing them up harder against Angela's mouth.
Angela leaned her head back and smiled up at Ed. Both her hands began exploring the massive hard-on she had given the man.
She had not given any thought to herself or her own satisfaction. Suddenly she could feel her insides beginning to cream wildly. She was coming and it didn't seem to stop. As she was reaching her peak, he grabbed hold of her breasts and started pinching at the hard nipples. It caused her to come even more. Quickly now, there was a sense of urgency in Angela's movements.
She unzipped the teacher's zipper and groped inside, her hand touching the softness and hardness of Ed's beautiful cock.
Ed moaned softly and leaned back, his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted.
Ed undid his belt, and Angela in turn pulled his gray flannel pants down over Ed's hips and legs. He stepped out of them and stood before her naked except for his jockey shorts, socks and opened shirt.
He pulled her up towards him, at the same time pulling off her sweater. She undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stood before him naked. She was still coming, her insides flaming.
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and watched as it fell to the floor behind him.
Ed leaned back with only his shorts on, his eyes were open and he was smiling softly at Angela.
Angela put both her hands under the waistband of Ed's shorts and pulled them down. She descended with the shorts until she was on her knees before him. She looked before her and there were his exposed heavy cock and balls. She was actually drooling at the sight of his sex in front of her.
Ed's cock lay fat and heavy on his thigh then began to rise with swelling jerks until it jutted up, standing thickly against his stomach. The huge, dark head of his prick glistened with a drop of escaping sperm before her hungry mouth.
The teacher's cock now stood rigid and throbbing, its lengthy swell pulsing with ready energy.
Angela put her hand around Ed's erect staff, squeezing it, looking at it longingly, measuring the rigidity of it and the circumference.
She took hold of his hard ass and brought him closer to her. She dug her hands into his buns and brought him forward even more.
She took just the tip of his joint into her hot mouth. He groaned, arched himself and pushed his member deep into her, aiming for the back of her throat.
Ed knew he was almost ready to pop. He could feel the juices heading for the tip of his meat, surging forth as though charged with electricity. His body began tingling as he thought of the girl-woman causing him to feel this way.
I love her touching me, Ed thought. I love her mouth and hands, and her long hair touching my balls as she goes down on me. I love thinking about her almost child-like body, her just ripe breasts so firm and young. I love to feel her youthful innocent mouth on my cock. She's giving her first blowjob and I'm the one who's getting it ... me, Ed Banks, English teacher, fifty-five years old and I've got this young kid sucking on me. The feeling of it, she's taking more of me. I can feel my hot cock almost all the way down that throat. She's taking even more, all of me. I can feel her breath on my stomach. She's getting frantic. She's sucking wild. She wants my hot load. She's taking it all the way down to the root. She's working that joint. She's groaning as if to beg for that hot come. She's taking all of me. I can feel it. It's hot. It's so fucking hot ... hot! Take me! Take me! Take me!
I love just touching him, Angela thought. This beautiful man, I love to feel his body before me like this, my hands touching his hard body. I can feel his warmth. I love looking at his powerful tool in front of me. His cock tastes sweet and warm. I can't get enough of it. I can't get enough of him. Give me that joint, Daddy. Give me your masterful fat meat. I want it all in my mouth, all of it, hot, sweet and pulsating. I want to taste that come. I want to taste it. It's clear to the back of my throat and I still want more. I can feel him straining. He's arching his body. He's ready. The hair on his belly is tickling my nose. I'm going to get his creamy load any minute. I want him, all of him. I want to taste his come. Give! Give! He's coming ... he's coming!
"I'm coming!" Ed gasped, his hips arched towards her, his stomach a mass of straining muscles. His fingers tight in her hair, his knuckles tight and white with tension as his body jerked and throbbed under Angela's touch.
Angela grabbed Ed's wildly straining body with both hands tightly dug in and held on, feeling the magnificent drain of the big man's body.
Ed groaned aloud, his hips thrusting and writhing.
Angela gasped for breath as she rode out the violent storm of their passion. She could feel the cream flowing out of her. She must have come for ten minutes. She still had his cock in her mouth, feeling the hard thrusting and relishing the sweet and bitter taste of his sperm filling her with liquid heat.
"Oh god, Baby," Ed groaned, and then sobbed.
He pulled her up to him and held her tight.
"You're a wild, little girl. I'm not a kid you know. Are you trying to kill me?"
She looked up at her hero and just giggled. She was so pleased that she had satisfied him. He reached down and felt the juice that had escaped from her sweet, moist cunt. He knelt down, happy that she too, had shared in the passion with what could have been a oneway scene. He nestled his face in her moist mound and began licking up the droplets of sweet nectar, he had just inserted his tongue in her when suddenly ... the school bell went off.
The students would suddenly start filing in, and here they were in the cloakroom, stark naked!
Fear overcame them both, at the sound of the starting bell. They both began fumbling for their clothes, neither achieving a thing. She was grabbing for his things and he could find no clothes at all.
"What do we do?" asked Angela, her voice trembling.
One could almost see his eyes light up as he first thought, and then said, "I have an idea!"
He stuck his head out of the cloakroom and looked to the side, next to the door. There was their answer, maybe!
"Let's hope this works," he whispered back to the frightened girl.
He took the little red hammer from the box marked in case of fire, break glass.
Students were rattling at the door, they always found open. Now one was rattling the brass doorknob.
"I hope all that noise covers up the breaking of this glass."
He took the small metal tool in his massive hand and went for the glass. The noise coming from the hallway covered the noise of the breaking glass.
Suddenly the entire school rang with the sound of the ultra loud fire bell.
Within a minute, the voice of Principal Becker came over the loudspeaker.
"This is a fire drill. Attention-this is a fire drill. Everyone is to file out, in order to the street. I repeat-everyone is to file out to the street. In an orderly fashion! The drill will, as always, last for fifteen minutes."
Angela had relaxed suddenly and giggled to Ed Banks, "Now I know what they mean by saved by the bell."
"Stop joking, Angela, we don't have much time! We have to clean up the glass, get dressed and get the hell out of here."
As he spoke, Angela found her hands attracted to his underpants. She picked them up and stuffed them in her handbag. It ran an erotic chill through her, when she realized what she had done.
"Just let me put my mouth back on this, for a minute," she said, as she held fast to his fat cock.
"Now stop it, Angela. We've got to get out of here and right away. The fire drill will be over in a minute."
His words fell on deaf ears. Angela had already lowered herself to her knees again. She held on to his meat by its root, the rest of it in her mouth. She sucked it hard a few times and then released it from her clutch.
"There, that didn't do any harm."
Angela got to her feet and dressed. She stepped into the empty classroom and picked up the pieces of glass.
"It's a good thing it broke in big parts, Ed."
He paid no attention to her talking. He was too busy trying to get dressed in the semi-black of the cloakroom. He had never been so close to being caught, and it had really unnerved him. It had him so pre-occupied he never even realized that he hadn't put on his Jockey shorts.
They checked each other out.
"You look fine," she said to him.
"So do you, Angela."
"I think the safest thing for me to do is to go and hide in the ladies room and come out when the drill is over."
"Good idea."
"See you later," she said as she took her hand off the door and blew him a kiss.
"Angela," Ed yelled down the hall after her. But just as he had called, she disappeared into the john.
Thank god, we have an assembly today during my class, he mused. I've got to tell her this afternoon, after school, that this charade is over! If I don't, she'll have my ass in a sling, or fired from this job, or even worse ... both!
* * *
Angela appeared at the door at exactly three-ten. She smiled as she walked towards him. "Hi."
"Angela, sit down. No, not here."
He pointed to where he wanted her to sit. A desk in front of him was the chosen spot. This way he reestablished a student-teacher relationship.
"I must talk to you."
There was a look of fear and sadness on her face. She knew what was coming and yet hoped that she was wrong.
"Okay, Ed."
"We may as well begin there. In this school, my name is Mr. Banks and I am to be addressed as such."
A tear came to her eyes and spilled over on to her flushed cheek.
"Angela, I don't know wh..."
"Mr. Banks," said Angela, holding back the tears, "I know what you're going to say."
The tears flooded her eyes. She headed blindly to the door, sobbing, the salty drops rushing to her chin. She cried so hard she couldn't even catch the tears at her cheek.
She had been running ten minutes, crying as she ran. She found herself sitting in the park, all alone. The tears were finally subsiding. She reached for a tissue in her handbag. She came up with his Jockey shorts!
CHAPTER THREE
KNOCKOUT WOMAN
Jessica awoke, looked at the place in the bed where Pablo, that was his name, wasn't in. She decided he must have left.
Damn him, I was all set for a good morning fuck. She decided to check if he was, perhaps in the bathroom. Upon opening the door, she knew he had gone, leaving behind nothing but a wet towel dumped on the pink tile floor.
Sons-of-bitches-they're all slobs, the motherfuckers. They think just because they fuck you, they can mess up your whole goddamn apartment.
She closed the bathroom door, and looked at her naked reflection in the mirror.
"Jessica Lissi, you still ain't no bad looking dame-no fucking advantages, got stuck raising a little sister. In spite of all that shit, you are still pretty damn good looking," she said to the image staring back at her from the mirror.
Jessica really was a knockout of a woman. She was as pretty as her sister whom she had raised. Angela had captured the dark good looks of her father, whereas Jessica was almost her mother's twin. Her mother had died of childbirth. Bridey Lissi was one of those truly beautiful Irish women that legends are made of. Her first born, Jessica was her exact duplicate, brilliant, shining red hair, bright vivid green eyes and an alabaster body.
Bridey died giving birth to Angela and so Jessica had raised her from infancy.
Salvatore Lissi deserted his two daughters after having raped Jessica at the age of twelve. Ever since then, she had been their sole support. She took advantage of her mature looks and began working in a five and ten when she was only thirteen. She worked the cosmetic counter and started to use her wares to help make her look older. The combination of her painted face and prematurely developed bust made her look at least twenty. Unfortunately, they also made her look like a first class whore. She looked like an easy lay long before she ever became one. She earned a reputation as the town's leading cocksucker, one which she eventually learned to enjoy.
In the small town across the Hudson River from New York, she was the town cocksucker. She considered that an avocation. In New York, she was one of the best hookers to be had, that was her vocation.
She worked very hard to protect Angela from a life such as hers and most agreed that she had done a fine job so far with her younger sister.
Jessica was both troubled and annoyed this morning. Annoyed because last night's trick had split on her, and troubled because Angela was worrying her. Angela had fallen in love with her English teacher and spent almost every night crying her eyes out.
Today was the day she had made the appointment to see the bastard who was causing Angela all this pain. What did I do with that slip of paper with his name on it now? She fumbled around in her handbag looking for the piece of paper. When she couldn't find it, she said, "Oh, fuck it," and decided not to worry about it until later. Her appointment with the teacher wasn't until the afternoon anyway.
She returned to the full length mirror hanging on the bathroom door, and examined her lithe body. At twenty-seven, Jessica was still beautiful, from the shining red hair to the perfectly manicured feet.
She looked at her full, firm breasts, as she saw the reflection she could feel that familiar moisture churning in her warming cunt. She cupped one breast in each hand, and started fondling herself. She rotated her hands over each tit, one at a time. As one nipple got hard from the self friction, she would switch back to the other. Jessica rarely found the need to enjoy sex with herself, but this morning she really dug looking at her own image in the mirror.
I really should do this more often, she thought, who needs their fucking cocks. Every once in a while, a mirror and a few of my own fingers will do-and just as well!
She took her hot breasts in her mouth and sucked at one nipple and then the other.
With both tits as hard as steel, she started moving down her soft, luxuriant body. After caressing under each breast, she massaged slowly downward. She stuck two fingers in her mouth, wet them well, and began rubbing gently at her navel.
As she neared her cunt, she felt the tension and warmth between her thighs begin to mount.
She arranged the bathroom door so that she could see her reflection in the mirror as she lay on the bed. She walked softly to the satin covered bed and eased herself to where he had lain. His scent still lingered. This aroused her.
She searched the sheets to see if there was any evidence of where his love might have spilled over. There was, and it was still slightly moist. She buried her face in the come soaked satin and began to suck at it. First gently and then with more fervor, she sucked. As her passion for the spilled juice mounted, she thrust a finger into her oozing snatch. Starting very slowly, she worked her finger in and out. As her own cunt juices started creaming, she eased another finger into her hot hole, and then another. As her finger-fucking reached its highest pitch, she added the last finger. With all four fingers pushing in and out of her steaming crevice, she glanced at herself in the mirror. Her insides and her hand were getting very creamy. Her passion was rising and she knew she would soon be falling into her regular masturbation fantasy.
Whenever she felt the fantasies upon her, she liked to help them along with an Amyl Nitrite capsule. It was an aid she used with many of her customers. When inhaled, it gave the effect of extreme passion and super sexuality. She liked using them because it always made sex much more intense.
She took a deep sniff from her inhaler, and suddenly her fantasy was in full swing.
She saw herself walking down Highwood Terrace in her tight skirt, swinging her ass in the way she thought was sexy when she was thirteen.
The big maroon Cadillac pulled up beside her and out of it came a long, low whistle. It was Billy Rowan. She had gotten laid for the first time in her life last week and Billy had been the lucky guy who had done it. He was the handsomest body in town, the star basketball player. His father was the wealthiest man in the county and he enjoyed a reputation as the biggest cocksman around.
Jessica had fallen for him like mad and was especially flattered that he would even speak to her.
The car glided along side of her as she continued her sway down the street. He finally pulled over and opened the window.
"Hi, Jess, wanna come for a ride?"
She stopped and gave him a big smile.
"Sure Billy, where to?"
"Why not let me surprise you. Come on, jump in."
She got in and he turned to make his way along the boulevard overlooking the Hudson. They drove for about fifteen minutes in total silence. Soon they had started edging down the palisades into the deeply wooded area. When they had gone as far as they could into the deserted woods, he stopped the huge car.
Jessica's heart was pounding beneath her breast, part in fear and part in anticipation that he might fuck her again.
He jumped out and opened her door.
"C'mon Jess, let's walk in a little," he said as he pointed into the woods.
She grew frightened and asked him to come back in the car. There was something just too open about the out of doors. It seemed ominous to Jessica.
He got back in and slid over next to her. "What are you up to, Billy?" she asked. "Well, we're not going to fuck just yet. Wanna try something new, Jess?"
"Like what, Billy? Will I like it?"
"Sure you will, everybody else does."
She looked into Billy's hazel eyes, and could see a wild sort of passion in them. She could feel herself getting hot. There was something very erotic about the look in those eyes.
Jessica glanced down into his khaki crotch and saw his giant cock throbbing. As it pulsated under the tight cloth, it began to swell.
When he saw her looking, he leaned over and pressed his open mouth against hers. He thrust his tongue deep into her and began searching out the secrets of her mouth. He shoved his tongue so far into her it was beginning to reach her throat.
"Stop Billy! You're gagging me," she said as she freed herself.
"I just wanted you to get used to warm flesh in there, because in a little while, there's going to be a lot more meat jamming down your throat."
"You mean you're going to make me blow you?"
As she became accustomed to the idea that he was going to stick his fat tool into her mouth, she welcomed the thought. What a fabulous idea to suck and lick on a cock. I bet that's what they mean by giving head.
As they continued their passionate necking, he reached under her skirt and started pulling at her panties. They slid off easily. Once off, he stuck two of his fingers into her tight hole. At the same time, she was releasing his prick from its place in his shorts.
His fingers were exploring the walls of her vagina, and caressing her slit tenderly. He opened his fingers wide inside her and went deeper into her cunt. She could feel the come starting inside her and her cunt lips began moistening themselves. Now he began a rotating motion within her, moving his massive fingers in and out of her.
As he was manipulating her cunt, she began fondling his huge staff with her soft hands.
It sure is a gorgeous piece of big, fat meat but I'm not too sure I really want to put it in my mouth.
As she continued playing with his throbbing dick, the idea of sucking it began to appeal to her. Suddenly, she had the desire to put it in her mouth.
If sucking him off is anything like getting fucked by him, I may never get out of this car!
He started undoing his belt buckle, and she continued to play with his joint. She lowered her head closer to his loins. He pulled her away.
"Please, let me have it now."
"No! Not until you take off your blouse. I want to suck on those heavy boobs of yours for a while. You're not the only one who's going to suck this afternoon."
"Come on, Jess. Let's take off all our clothes and get the blanket out of the trunk. We can go into the woods a bit and sprawl out on the grass. I wouldn't want you to give your first blowjob in the confines of a car."
Billy put his cock back in his pants. It was still rock hard so he laid it in standing up straight and jutting out over the waistband. Jessica got out of the car, her tits hanging free and in the open. To her, it seemed erotic to expose her knockers in the seclusion of the wooded country.
With the blanket spread under two huge pine trees, they teased each other as they slowly undressed.
Jessica's red hair spilling over her creamy, soft shoulders and slightly covering her breasts caused Billy to slow down with his own disrobing. He knew that in a few minutes his mouth would be there caressing her firm brown nipples.
"Take off the skirt, Jess."
He knew her panties had been left behind in the car. When the skirt was off, she would be there before him again, completely nude.
Billy was now left in nothing but Jockey shorts and white athletic socks. As he removed his socks, she studied his beautiful, muscular legs. Basketball certainly did something for those legs, she smiled to herself. Her gaze moved very quickly, however to the mountain the balls and cock created between the fantastic legs. She stared at the new pulsations under the white fabric.
Jessica could no longer wait. Jesus, take off the pants, forget about the socks, she thought.
In moments they were both naked. The sun streamed through the pine trees and created shadows on his tan body and her alabaster skin. His sandy hair nestled between the rounded warmth of her full tits. He glanced at her and saw a strange look in her eyes, and knew he couldn't keep her away from his throbbing cock much longer.
"Get me good and hot with your hand, Billy. Really beat that cock!"
He leaned back, taught leg muscles arched, and offered her his body.
Jessica closed her eyes, and dove down into the heady aroma of his prick and balls, without a moment's hesitation. She took a deep breath and realized that for the first time in her life, she was taking a cock in her mouth.
She took hold of the base of his cock and touched it fondly. She laved it gently with her smooth tongue, moving up and down on the rigid staff.
"Harder," he murmured. He let out a heavy sigh as she continued her suck. It felt great to be able to he back and watch her red hair bobbing up and down rhythmically in his smoldering crotch.
Jessica gripped him harder and squeezed. She released her grasp and then squeezed agian.
Billy felt himself on the verge of coming already. She was so adept at sucking this first time. He began to wonder if it really was her first time? "Please stop, Jessica. I'm going to come!" groaned Billy.
"I'll slow down a little, but I won't stop."
"Okay, okay, but take it easy. I don't want to shoot my load yet."
His legs widespread, and leaning back on his elbows, he watched as she worked between his legs. She moved her mouth away from his sweet meat and began breathing hot, little gasps of hot air at its fat, throbbing tip.
As she caressed and petted, squeezed and fondled, he arched his whole body upward as if by so doing he could force his whole, hot shaft into her mouth and throat at once. He was really digging the ecstasy of knowing he could shoot his hot lava into her throat at any second and the pleasure of still being able to hold back.
Billy suddenly removed Jessica's head from his prick and made her lean back and look at what she was sucking. He thought this might give the full impact of what she was doing for the first time. He held his giant, stiff tool in one hand. Held in his hand, as it was, it looked like a huge redwood in a forest of hedges. With his other hand, he guided Jessica back down on him, very slowly, inch by inch.
As Jessica resumed, she began slowly at the throbbing head of the cock, then she slithered down to take as much of the warm rod as she could into her mouth.
Her tongue worked softly and easily, bringing Billy to a higher more feverish pitch. Jessica could feel him rising like a slow tide, and she could feel his hips start to move gently in the rhythms of great sexual desire.
She slipped her hands under his taut ass, lifting him closer to her, as though she could devour more than she already had. Billy's body was rocking back and forth and back and forth. He was almost completely under the control of her dancing tongue. He felt the sublime moment coming nearer and nearer. Jessica sensed the same and really started on the hot tool. She felt a warning hand on her head. It was slowing her. She looked up at Billy, questioning him with her eyes.
"Not yet, Baby," he cried.
She stopped and crawled up next to Billy and rested in the crook of his arm. Her hand then began traveling all over his athletic body, caressing, fondling and tenderly touching.
Suddenly Billy grabbed' her and rolled over on top of her soft body. He wriggled his hips down on her and positioned his hard cock between her willing, outstretched legs.
Jessica moaned, feeling his hard prick on her juicy cunt. She was torn between letting him enter her warm hole or forcing her way back down to finish sucking him off.
She smiled and spread her legs open wider. She decided she would let him fuck her for a while and then continue with the blowjob she had begun.
Was it going to be like this every time she had sex? To suck or to fuck? It would drive her nuts to have to make that decision each time.
Billy spat in his hand and reached down to her anticipating, hot, dark place that ached for fulfillment. He wet it very thoroughly, then spat in his hand again, and this time carried it to his hot stabbing cock that awaited his touch.
"Oh Billy, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me in my hot cunt. Fuck me in my mouth. Fuck me anywhere you like."
Quickly and hotly the cock dove in, a fiery thing that thrust into her deepest parts. He eased at the fulfillment of his filling thrust, holding very still for the moment. They waited for their passion to subside slightly.
Slowly, Billy brought his lips down onto Jessica's and in a moment his tongue was probing her mouth as his cock was probing the dark recesses of her body.
All at once, Jessica could no longer contain the heat in her tight cunt. She moaned to Billy.
"I'm coming, but hold on to that load of yours. I still want to take that in my mouth."
As she uttered the words and thought of his load spurting down into her throat, she came in hot, blinding flashes. Her insides felt like they were going to melt around his hot staff still in her pussy. She contracted her vagina until she could come no more.
As Jessica's gasping passion subsided, Billy removed his still ramrod hard cock from her oozing cunt.
He lay back, next to her, his hips arched high, waiting for her to resume the sensation of beautiful wetness working on his body.
She knelt between his legs and started once more what she hadn't finished. As she took his throbbing hot tool in her mouth, she could feel the heat start inside her own thighs again. She had about half of his cock in her mouth when he announced his coming.
"I'm coming, I'm about to come! Oh suck, suck!"
She muttered, "I'm ready again, too!"
She loosened the grip her mouth had on his joint and very lightly moved up and down on him. Billy could feel the come rising in him as she went on working on him with her deft, wet mouth.
He could feel the mounting of the juice as it struggled to reach her warm mouth and shoot out of his cock.
Jessica felt her cunt creaming itself again and she continued to suck.
They trembled together, for they could feel they were going to come at the same time. When it reached them, they felt as though a tide was sweeping them away, rising higer and higher.
"Faster, Jessica, faster!"
"More, more. Now that's it, Baby. Take it! Take it! It's coming!"
They both came. She, just as his first spurt let loose in her mouth, the ecstasy of this, her first load, left her coming as she had never come before. She loved the feel of the load on her tongue and loved its taste.
Thank god beautiful Billy Rowan was the one to introduce her to this ecstasy.
They lay on the blanket spent, gently touching one another. The sun's rays made exquisite patterns, on their close naked bodies, as they filtered through the pine branches in the quiet, secluded area.
Jessica just looked vaguely into the distance and daydreamed. Daydreaming was something she rarely did or had time for. Her mind took off on a tack that seemed unusual to her. Her thoughts turned romantic.
How lucky I am to have given my first blowjob in such a beautiful place. And to someone as handsome as Billy Rowan; that huge organ and those heavy balls.
As she daydreamed, Billy was recuperating from the very professional suck job she had given him. Boy, can she give head, he thought.
"When can we come down here and do this again?" she asked, staring down at the softened, yet still massive joint.
"We can do it whenever you can get away from taking care of your baby sister," answered Billy. "We don't always have to come this far. We could park lots of places in town where no one ever goes. There's a deserted parking lot next to the viaduct, that hardly anyone knows about. We could go there. I'd like to see you soon again, Jes. You sure do know how to suck. I've never been sucked that well in my life."
"I know it sounds silly and all, Billy, but I'd like to come here only when you want me to blow you again. You know I've never put my mouth on a cock before today. So, I'd like to keep this place just for us ... and whenever you want me to suck you off."
"Okay, Jessica, if that's what you want. Maybe I could have a sign made to hang over there on that pine tree. It could say, "this space reserved for Jessica Lissi, so that she may blow Billy Rowan."
They both laughed as they pictured what such a sign should do to anyone who might pass by.
She looked at him sheepishly and said, "Billy, do you have a penknife with you?"
"Yeah, why? There's one in the glove compartment."
"Wouldn't it be fun to carve something in this tree?" she asked, slapping the tree she was leaning against.
He got up and went to the car. He returned quickly, knife in hand.
"What do we write?" he asked.
"We write-first the date-then we carve in ... Jessica L. liked blowing Billy R. here, today."
Billy looked at her and said, "Satisfied? It's a little crooked, but you can sure read it clearly."
"Good, because I wouldn't care if the whole town knew that I had!"
Surely, Jessica had no idea, on that April afternoon, that in less than a year almost the whole town did know!
Jessica, had in one day, established both a way of life and a reputation. Her name would always be synonymous with cocksucker now. Billy was a mere beginning of miles and miles of cock to pass through her lips, since that day.
Now, fourteen years later, she shook on her pink satin bed. Christ, after all that time, my fingers, a couple of poppers and the mere thought of Billy Rowan are still better than the best lay in New York!
She rose up from the whorish looking bed, in which she had just fingered herself to climax. As she passed the long mirror, she winked at herself.
"You must really be going nuts, Jessica," she uttered aloud. "Four or five cocks a night-outrageous! And, you're still finger fucking yourself, thinking about Billy Rowan! Yeah, Billy, the first time ever someone ever gave head to you. I never expected I'd still be getting hot over it this many years later."
"I wonder where that son-of-a-bitch is now?" she mumbled, as she threw on her white, feather-trimmed robe.
Jessica pulled a cigarette out of the crystal cigarette box, resting on her pseudo Louis XIV dresser, and inserted it in a long ivory cigarette holder. When she had lighted the cigarette, she sauntered around the room looking at her possessions. She allowed a huge smile to take over her face and wallowed in the smug knowledge that her cunt had afforded her, what she considered this ultimate luxury.
She patted her cunt, and spoke to it, the way a mother would praise a child, "You've done all right Pussycat ... as long as there's something stuck in you, we're in business."
Long ago, Jessica had accustomed herself to the fact that she was a nymphomaniac. She had adjusted herself to it, and simply made the best of it. In fact, she rather enjoyed it! She frequently inserted a cucumber in her twat if she knew she wasn't going to get laid for a couple of hours. Whenever she thought she'd be away from home for a while, she'd either insert the vegetable or carried something with her to ease her horniness. One could always slip away for a few minutes to a ladies can.
Through the years as Jessica began realizing a substantial income from her cunt, she decided she had better start thinking of the future. The day when she could no longer make the big money, was looming before her. The lack of education only served to make her shrewder concerning money. She hired an accountant, one who worked money for a few of the big-time New York girls. He bought mutual funds for long term income, blue chip stocks, for her older years, and a few speculative stocks in hope of making a killing.
Jessica also had a half interest in a religious supply house. She formed a partnership with a faggot pimp, Sal Marra, in a business which furnished all the accoutrements needed for Catholic communions and confirmations. Sal's brother was a priest which gave the firm it's first boost, and the road was straight uphill from there on in.
With the first year's profits from "Blessed Belongings," Jessica bought a fifteen room Victorian house overlooking the Hudson and facing the New York skyline. The house was located in the most exclusive part of Heewawken, a huge difference from the slum she had been born to in the same small New Jersey town. Jessica felt that this way Angela would be spared the unhappiness she herself had experienced as a child. At least her little sister wouldn't have to make it on her cunt.
The house was three stories high. This allowed Angela her own segment and also gave Jessica an entrance and exit for her numbers. There was no reason Angela should have to know that Jessica was giving free blow jobs to half the town's men.
Jessica threw the diamond wrist watch back into the velvet jewel case. It was two-thirty five. She was surprised at how long she had spent finger fucking herself.
"Where is that goddamned cunt?" she said aloud. "She hasn't been on time once this whole fucking week! Once more and I can the son-of-a-bitch!"
Her masseuse was late again, which enraged Jessica. She was particularly peculiar about promptness. Her years as a call girl made her terribly aware of the maxim. "Time is money." The masseuse had been with her for eight years now and Jessica knew she could never, nor would she, can her. She had a massage seven days a week, and she felt it was one of the main reasons her body still looked so young.
Bernadine Pisteau, was a lesbian who had left France, when she had been discovered in bed with her tongue rammed into her mother's cooze. Her stepfather had walked in on them, and he threatened to kill her if she didn't leave the small town outside of Paris at once!
Bernadine left that night, on the last bus to Paris. She left, however, with the satisfaction that she had sneaked back in and finished muffing her mother as her stepfather was bathing.
Once in Paris, she settled down with a lover, Franceen Farkus. Franceen was a wild Hungarian who had settled in Paris many years hence. It was always said that there wasn't a thing Franceen wouldn't do for money. And there really wasn't a thing she hadn't done.
Franceen and Bernadine lived in a pied-a-terre at the Ritz. The apartment was a mere token of the things that Franceen had amassed from the will of her last husband. She had driven Alexandre to suicide, by her constant mockery of his deep masochistic homosexuality. He was found hanging, by one of the whips he enjoyed being beaten with.
Bernadine learned the art of massage so she could please Franceen. The real reason she had bothered to learn at all, was so that Franceen's current masseuse would no longer have to come to the apartment. Bernadine was very jealous of her.
When Franceen became bored with Bernadine, as was her want to do, she simply packed Bernadine's things and left them at the desk in the lobby. She left with them an envelope containing no message, just five thousand francs with goodbye and get lost written in red ink on the top bill.
Bernadine invested the money in a first class ticket to the U.S. on the most lavish streamer of the French Line and headed for the United States.
On board, she met and befriended, Lady Kitty Mix, the widow of Lord Mix took Bernadine on to tutor her in French, something she thought a woman with her title should know.
Upon arrival in New York, they were met shipside by Lady Mix' limousine and headed through the tunnel to Heewawken, the seat of the Mix estate. Bernadine was left with much free time, and as a result, she found that she could make a good deal of money giving massages in her free time.
In her job as masseuse to the wealthy of the town, she also got to a hell of a lot of cunts. Cunt was something she really had to have on a regular basis.
She met Jessica, which was inevitable. They were both sunbathing on an early summer day, trying to capture early tans. Their gardens were adjacent to each other and now all that was left for Jessica to do was to figure out a way to strike up a conversation.
She didn't have to think up a way. It was Jessica who spoke to her first. In her gregarious, American way, Jessica thought it only right to greet a new neighbor.
"Hi, honey, you new here?" Jessica called over the hedges separating their properties.
And so began the relationship of Jessica and Bernadine Pisteau. Bernadine hit Jessica at just the right time in her life. Jessica realized a masseuse would be beneficial to both her well-being and her body.
Bernadine seduced Jessica after the first month. It had happened when Bernadine found herself drawn to Jessica's furry mound. It all happened very silently and with a great deal of natural ease. Suddenly Jessica looked down and saw Bernadine's head bobbing up and down on her. She remained silent and let the French girl continue. It felt better to her than the muff diving that some of her male customers did to her. There was something much more gentle about the way Bernadine's tongue laved her. It felt like velvet working on the walls of her tender vagina. Smooth, moist velvet, hot smoothness, bringing her insides to a rich creaminess.
Jessica groaned, almost inaudibly as Bernadine ate at her hot snatch. She could feel herself reaching a climax. But this climax was different-it was building in her, but it was building smoothly and quietly. She could feel a sweet, moist heat taking over between her legs. She knew she was coming, but it seemed to her she was coming in slow motion. It was perfect. Never before had she felt such a smooth, hot climax. Even her breathing seemed to be smoother than ever before.
When Bernadine had finished, she raised her head from Jessica's creamy cunt, pushed her hair away from her face with the back of her hand, and continued with her massage.
Neither of them spoke. Over the years that Bernadine worked as Jessica's masseuse, they relived that first experience many times. Yet, neither of them ever verbalized a word of it. This was something they both enjoyed, and never a word was spoken.
Jessica's bell rang. She walked to her night table and pressed the button she had installed. The bell was one of the small luxuries she allowed herself and adored. Jessica believed in treating herself well, and the bedside bell meant she didn't have to waste energy to open a door. The buzzer opened a side door, the door that used to be servants' quarters in the old house. The door was only used by Bernadine and the local guys who came for their blowjobs.
Jessica got a big kick out of sucking off all the men who came to her door, and doing it for nothing. At night, on the job, she got upwards of one hundred dollars an hour. One schmuck had even given her a thousand once. He thought she looked like his mother and called her Mommy throughout the fuck. So, in turn, she called him son, as any decent hooker would!
Before Bernadine had even closed the door behind her, Jessica started screaming to her.
"For Christ sakes, Bernadine, can't you ever get that frog ass of yours here on time? I mean, Jesus, you've only got to come from next door. Come on now get! Let's get started. You know, today's the day I've got to go to Angela's school and straighten out the ass-hole who's fucking up the kid's head. Just what I need to waste my time with! He's probably a fag to boot. I think all those fuckers, who teach, must be. I can't wait to see this number who's got her crazy crying all the time. Christ, the kid just turned thirteen, just has the rag on for a year, and already some cocksucker has her bawling! I never had it, but I guess it's what they call puppy love."
Jessica jumped off the massage table, when the masseuse had completed her work and went to her closet.
"Bernie, do me a favor. I'm running behind as it is. Would you throw some of that bubble bath shit in the tub, and then let the water run in for me."
"Yes, Mademoiselle," replied Bernadine. She always called Jessica that when she knew she was in the doghouse.
"Cut the Mademoiselle shit and come here and help me pick out something to wear to that damned Junior High. Now remember, I've got to look respectable. But then I'd better also look a little humpy, could be this creep isn't a fag."
"What do you think of this?" said Jessica as she held a gray sweater dress to her naked body. "It's simple. It doesn't plunge to my navel, and yet it will show off my knockers. It's also cut up to my cunt, but hell, everybody is wearing short now. Yeah, this should do it. Bernie drag my leopard coat out of the closet. That always puts them in their place, if they start getting too fucking high hat with me."
With her shining red hair pulled back in a velvet bow, simple pumps and not a bit of jewelry, Jessica looked like landed gentry.
"Motherfucker! I couldn't draw flies looking this simple. I look like I'm trying to join a fucking convent!"
She clasped her hands before her, as if in prayer, and looked over at Bernadine.
"Sister Jessica, reporting for duty, Mother Superior."
She bowed forward in mock reverence.
As she put the leopard coat over her shoulder, she said, "Well, at least this jazzes this somber rag up a little. I'm ten minutes late already," she said, "Let him wait."
Bernadine and Jessica left the house together. The french girl cutting through the garden, while Jessica backed her Jaguar out of the garage.
Driving along the Hudson to the school, Jessica asked herself, "What do you think this little afternoon holds in store, Baby?"
She also answered herself, "Not much I'm sure, not much."
Her thoughts turned to who might ring the bell while she was away.
CHAPTER FOUR
FOXEY LADY
Jessica pulled the Jaguar in directly on the teachers side of the school. She threw her legs out of the car, in the same manner, that all women, who know they are beautiful do. She walked jauntily to the front of the building, and directly up the stairs. Jessica had an air about her, an air of bravado and fearlessness. You just knew that if she had to walk into hell, she'd do it with the same style. It was what might be called a fuck you attitude. There was in it, though a great appeal. Her way really showed she was merely covering her vulnerability.
She was a wildly sexy and appealing woman, and she used it. Her opinion was, bowl them over with the looks first, then when they find out you're not the Duchess of Windsor or Einstein, they won't be too pissed off.
As she reached the top step, she noticed the handsome man coming out of the middle door. Not bad, she thought, not bad. Would be nice if this Banks guy looked like that.
The big, gray-haired man looked at Jessica, sizing her up as he did, and said, "Miss Lissi?"
She let go with one of her hundred dollar smiles.
"Yes?"
"I thought you had forgotten we had an appointment."
"Oh, am I late?" she asked him.
As she smiled, she thought, you mother-fucker, you never waited twenty minutes before?
"It's all right, I wasn't leaving. It's just that it's so stuffy in there, I figured I'd come out here and head you off at the pass."
Maybe he's not a prick after all. Now I can see why Angela is all fucked up. I wouldn't mind balling with him, not at all. But first things first. Later I'll think about how I get into those pants. Angela comes first.
"Would you be agreeable to talking across the street in the park, Miss Lissi?"
"No, not at all, Mr. Banks. I don't like stuffy rooms anymore than you do. Let's go."
Once seated under one of the giant sycamore trees that dotted all over Heewawken, they got on with conversation.
"Mr. Banks, you seem to be doing something that's upsetting my little sister. What do you suppose it could be that you're doing? What has her in such a state? I know it can't have anything to do with her schoolwork or grades, she's always done very well."
If you only knew what I was doing to her, he thought, if you only knew! Should I tell you that we've been sucking and fucking like crazy? Is that what you'd like to hear? He realized he was seated across from a very humpy dame. I'll tell you exactly what you want to hear, Baby. Then maybe well see if you're as good as your baby sister. What a set of tits!
She appraised him mentally, at the same time he was appraising her. Angela's got good taste, that little cunt. I've got to think of a way to get my head between those legs of his. Looks like quite a bulge to me.
"Miss Lissi, I think your younger sister is suffering from a simple case of infatuation, coupled with father substitution. It happens with great frequency to girls of her age."
"I do hope that's all that's wrong with her. Do you think I should say anything to her, or just let time take care of her wounds?"
"I'm sure that in one or two weeks, she'll be back mooning over the O'Hara boy she's been dating. She isn't the first girl who's had a crush on her school teacher. I'm not the first and I won't be the last."
"Thanks so very much for easing my mind about Angela, Mr. Banks. I do want so for her to be happy. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to help her be just that."
"Now that we've settled that, may I walk you back to your car?"
Prolong this walk, Jessica. You've got to get him to ask you to take you out. She continued to scheme mentally.
"What a beautiful coat, Miss Lissi, I'll bet it looks better on you than it did on those leopards. However, it is just too bad they had to die to give them up."
As he complimented her on the coat, she took it off and flung it over her shoulders. Now take inventory of the tits and the short skirt teacher, darling.
"Miss Lissi!"
"Jessica," she interrupted, "please call me Jessica."
"All right, Jessica, call me Ed. Would you like to have dinner with me?"
"I'd love to, Ed. When?"
"Whenever you say. I'm free every night this week."
"Tomorrow night will be all right then?" she asked. She had to give herself a night to rearrange her appointments.
"Fine with me. Shall I pick you up?"
"Ed, I better meet you somewhere. I don't think it would be too wise to let Angela know we're going out to dinner. Could I come and pick you up? Or are you old fashioned and think that too bold of a woman?"
"No," he laughed, "you may pick me up. I live up the boulevard about a mile, in Hudson on the Hudson. Let me write it down for you."
He scribbled on a piece of paper.
"That's three-thirty-three Winslow Road, turn left after the fire house and you can't miss it. It's a red brick two family affair. I have the whole first floor. Do you like champagne?"
"Of course," she answered, "who doesn't? Will eight o'clock be all right?"
"Fine, I'll see you at eight then."
Jessica climbed into the bottle green Jag, winked at the handsome teacher and took off down Liberty Place. She gunned the hell out of the car as she zoomed away.
He waved and waited until she had turned the corner onto the boulevard. Till tomorrow night, sexy!
Eight o'clock, tomorrow night, Jessica, she thought to herself. I'll be there, buster!
Jessica jumped out of the car, skipped down the driveway and practically tap danced up to her bedroom. Christ I haven't been this charged up about a date since Billy Rowan, god knows how many years ago.
It hadn't dawned on her that she hadn't had a real date in years. She was always at work when other girls were on dates.
She checked her reflection in the long mirror.
"You do look pretty classy, in that drag, Baby," she said to the image peering back at her. "I think I'll keep on this rag for work tonight.
Let's see if those ass-holes know a lady of class when they see one."
Jessica took her usual late afternoon nap and arose at six. She moped around the room and got herself together for the evening ahead of her.
"Boy, do I ever not feel like putting out tonight. My ass is really dragging! I can't face those schmucks in that gray sack either. They'd never catch on to the lady bit. They'd think I was the goddamned maid or something. Who am I kidding anyway. Gray flannel-who ever heard of a hooker in gray flannel. Beaulah," she mockingly screamed to her imaginary maid, "get out the silver beads, that's what the boys want isn't it? Yeah, Honey, give 'em what they want. Give them glitter. God forbid they should walk into Reubens at three in the morning with something that didn't shimmer and shine! Nobody would know they had gone for their lousy hundred bucks, if you didn't look like a fucking Christmas tree."
Jessica, darling what's going on in your skull? You didn't get furs or houses or businesses or a Jaguar from going out on dates with nice young men. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and put on the shiny stuff. Treat tomorrow for exactly what it is, a pleasant night off in the unreal, real world.
Jessica spent the entire day getting ready for her date. Bernadine fled from the house as soon as she had finished the massage. She almost believed that Jessica had gone soft upstairs.
"Jessica, there are days that I'm sure you're not playing with a full deck of cards. Today is definitely one of them. Have a nice time tonight."
The door slammed behind her.
Since Jessica had no women friends she generally looked to her mirror for advice. The Jessica answering her from the mirror was a different Jessica than the one standing before it.
"For god's sake dummy keep your vile mouth shut, for once! No bad language tonight. Be cool. You're going out with a gentleman." She spent the better part of the evening doing her toilette and at seven was practically ready to whirl out the door. One more hour-I wonder where he'll take me? At seven-thirty, she put on her dress. It had taken her all day to decide. She finally settled on her pale yellow chiffon. She knew it worked beautifully with her red hair. Her firm braless tits standing firm beneath the gauzy fabric were the only thing that kept her from looking like a girl going on her first date. She had simply brushed her hair and let it fall to her shoulders naturally.
She went to the mirror for a final check and a last bit of advice. "Jessica, don't you think you look a little girlish?"
She realized that she did and so added her favorite emerald bracelet to take the edge off of looking too demure for her age. She also knew that whenever her hand was near her face, her eyes and the emeralds were the identical color.
"I'll just carry the mink jacket. It looks like shit with this dress," she said as she gave one last check at the mirror.
Jessica, waltzed down to the car. It seemed strange to her to be driving at that hour. Usually, at eight every night Danny Spielman, the cabbie picked her up. He had been taking her through the tunnel, to New York now for ten years or more. They had both lost track of how long it had really been. He treated her like a daughter, and she truly liked Danny. As far as she was concerned, he was good people. He never nosied into her affairs and she was thankful for that. Six or seven nights a week, he came for her like clockwork. Her return trip, however, was always a pain in the ass. She knew she couldn't be choosey at three or four in the morning, with New York cabbies, so she usually called a regular service in Brooklyn. It was run by two ass-holes, if ever there were ass-holes. She hated both of them, so it didn't matter which one drove her home. E. and M. Cab Company was owned and operated by E. which stood for Etta, and M. which represented Margot. They were two tough, old cigar smoking dikes. When she drove with Etta, she had to bear a ride of listening to her scream. Etta obviously thought everyone was deaf. When Margot drove her, it was just a little worse. Margot screamed too, but in addition she had a wild case of B.O. and talked of nothing but money. The only saving grace with the two old broads was they never made passes at her. Jessica was sure they didn't have sex in the usual lesbian fashion. She figured they just screamed into each other's cunts for kicks. She was also sure there would be an echo, if that's what their bag was.
No taxies tonight, to or from New York. She had a legit date, and she didn't even mind having to drive herself there.
Before she knew it, she found herself turning into Winslow Road.
She realized as she parked the car that it wasn't the fact she was going on a real date, but rather that she wanted to get into Ed Bank's shorts, that had her so crazy. She had only seen the crotch for a second, but she remembered it, and wanted it. Her tongue darted across her lips. Here goes girl, go in there and get that dick, she told herself, as she slammed the car door behind her.
She hadn't even rung the bell, and the door flew open. Ed stood there and said, "Like to see my etchings, little girl?"
Jessica laughed and stepped over the threshold into what seemed to be, a combination living room-library.
Taking her mink jacket from her, he said, over his shoulder, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back and we'll have drinks."
Jessica sat down on the brown suede love-seat, across from a massive mahogany desk. On the desk stood a silver champagne cooler, brimming with shaved ice and protruding from it was a giant magnum of champagne. Beside the cooler were two chilled glasses and some fresh flowers. The flowers looked curiously like the ones growing out in front of the house. They also looked slightly out of place in such an ultra masculine room.
Ed reentered the room, smiling and noticed she was checking out the room, and looking curiously at the flowers.
"Look out of place, don't they?" he said, nodding to the vase of out flowers. "My landlady, she lives upstairs, gives me fresh flowers all the time. Mrs. Fishman is a nice, Jewish-type mother, so I put up with the flowers. She says, until I get myself a wife, she's in charge of feminine touches here."
"Enough about Mrs. Fishman and flowers, let's open the champagne."
He took giant strides across to the desk. He extricated the bottle from its nest in the bucket, wrapped it in a white, linen towel, and put it between his legs to open it.
Jessica watched him perform the feat, and thought that she really wouldn't mind being where the bottle was at that moment.
Pop went the cork as it sailed across the room. The mouth of the bottle was spewing forth its white foam, like a giant cock spilling its seed. The glasses caught the liquid like eager, giant lips.
They toasted each other, to a fun evening, and drank out the first glass in less than a minute. After four or five more, they both felt the glow of the wine. Jessica began feeling quite a glow between her legs. She glanced down into his crotch and noticed that, he too, might be feeling a warmth.
"I made a reservation at Hulbert House for nine-thirty. It's my favorite. I hope you like it too."
Jessica flirted into his eyes, "Adore the place, that gives us time for another doesn't it?"
He brought her another glass of champagne and sat himself down beside her. Suddenly, she felt his hand on her knee. It was so unexpected to her, that she spilled champagne down the front of his navy suit.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," screamed Jessica.
"Don't move, let me get a towel and absorb as much of it as I can."
He was now standing and the bubbly liquid ran from his sopping wet crotch to his cuff.
"Don't move now you'll only spread it more. This towel should wipe up most of it," she said, grabbing the towel from around the bottle.
She was on her knees in front of him, wiping the dark stain out of his cuff, when suddenly she felt in her hair his gentle but massive hand.
"Your hair is a very beautiful shade of red, and so soft," he said.
Jessica realized at that point that he was higher than she had suspected.
"Is it that soft everywhere?" he said with a slightly tipsy chuckle in his voice.
"Yes it is, and it's also the same color," she replied, feigning a blush and some embarrassment.
Who the fuck does this beautiful son-of-a-bitch think he is, thought Jessica to herself.
She busied herself with her chore and looked up and noticed the wet area around his crotch was beginning to swell.
I've got him where I want him and I must say, prospects look like I want to be there too.
Looking up at his bulging crotch, she could notice it swelling still more. As she continued her stare, it began to throb with a pulsating regularity. Slowly the zipper began to open. As the seconds passed, it slid down on its track inch by inch.
As the zipper slid, she could feel the warm area between her own legs getting hotter and hotter.
If only that bulge would bulge enough to pop out what looks like a very thick piece of meat, she thought. She could feel her cunt start to ooze under her silk panties.
Ed's zipper had run its full course, and Jessica could see the white of his tight shorts moving closer and then farther away from her very close mouth.
The handsome blue-eyed teacher reached down and started to push Jessica's face closer to his, now very hot, tool. He had her, with both of his hands, grasped by her henna tresses and was gently easing her to his, now seething joint. It was about to jump from its bondage.
Jessica was actually drooling with the prospect of taking this huge, hot shaft into her willing mouth.
Just as the giant, throbbing dick was about to pop from the erotic white jersey, there was a sound of on-coming footsteps at the door. Then a faint rapping.
"Mr. Banks, I have the canapes you wanted."
Ed pulled Jessica to her feet and zipped his fly.
"One second Mrs. Fishman, I'm coming."
I want to eat dick and that fucking cunt has to arrive with goddamn canapes. Shit, piss, fuck, thought Jessica.
Ed, let Mrs. Fishman in. She walked over to Jessica and placed the tray of hors'd'ouevre on the glass table before the smiling through her teeth, redhead.
The necessary introductions were done with and Jessica was relieved that the landlady was about to leave.
Mrs. Fishman smiled at Jessica, "She's lovely, Mr. Banks," she said to Ed.
Jessica began squirming in her seat and wished the cocksucker would get the hell out! Enough of this polite shit you old cunt, get the fuck out of here. I've got all that fat meat waiting for me in those pants. I really don't feel like chewing the rag right now, thought Jessica as she smiled at the elderly woman.
The woman left.
"We'll miss our reservation. We'd better get off to dinner."
I'd like to dine on you, thought Jessica, somewhere down around that joint of yours.
In lieu of her thoughts, she said, "Fine, are we all set?"
She was ready to go down on me, he thought as he opened the door of his car for her. Now she'll have to wait until after dinner. These Lissi girls are something else.
Before he started the motor, he looked at her and said, "You look pretty enough to eat tonight."
"You look pretty good yourself," she replied, "but we're going out for dinner remember?"
They drove into the country in silence. Each was thinking of how quickly they could get through dinner. The electricity charged back and forth between them. They were both thinking about what had begun and when they would get to finish it.
This fucking dinner better be good, thought Jessica. I hate like hell wasting my time eating some southern fried chicken when I could be eating that fat piece of pork he's got hanging between those chunky legs.
Jessica slid over, on the seat, to be closer to Ed. She put her hand on his knee and could feel the warmth beginning once again between her creamy white thighs.
Luckily, the restaurant wasn't too much further, and although they were both tempted to continue the sexual foreplay and teasing of I. of ore, they controlled themselves.
Hulbert House was one of the most beautiful restaurants in the area. Jessica was very pleased to be going to it. It was the sort of place the better class went to, and she was happy to be there. Not as a paid date for a change, but because someone actually wanted to be with her.
In winter, a fire always blazed and reflected off the flagstone walls, and in summer, the dining room was always colored by natural, fresh field flowers and softly flickering candles. It was a twentieth century fox seduction scene, and that's why Ed had chosen Hulbert House for dinner tonight.
They reached the restaurant at exactly nine thirty. An attendant took the car, and Ed led Jessica in.
They were seated immediately by a middle aged, greying woman, the kind who has been seating people from coast to coast since the beginning of restaurants in America. It was a cozy table in a corner. Ed had requested it when he phoned in the reservations.
"Would you like to continue with champagne?" Ed asked Jessica once they were seated.
"Why don't you order what's best. I don't really know too much about drinking or what mixes with what."
Sucking yes, but drinking no, she thought. Sucking, fucking getting come shot into me, any which way. I'm a goddamned sex fiend! One night off and I go nuts without constant cock. Here I am with a perfectly nice guy, half the girls in his school are hot for him, and all I can think of is sucking him off. I should be reading the menu, to see what I'd like for dinner, and I want to get under the table and blow him. What's more, I think that's his scene. He really digs getting that cock of his emptied, and drained into a warm mouth.
"The lady will have a champagne cocktail, and I'll have a Chevas on the rocks, please," said Ed to the waiter.
That waiter isn't bad. I wouldn't mind sucking him off either. Jesus, what's wrong with me tonight, just because I didn't get to blow him at the house earlier, I'm suddenly getting crazed.
Ed looked into Jessica's preoccupied eyes and said, "Would you like steak, Jessica. It's the house specialty and it's known to be excellent?"
Could they cut it to look like a big, fat schlong? Then I'd love it. Maybe I'll have it stuffed with a little bit of sour cream.
Aroused out of her dreaming, Jessica replied, "Yes, that would be lovely, and why don't you order the rest of the meal for me too."
Their drinks arrived. Ed ordered dinner and a bottle of wine.
"Here's to a pleasant evening, or should I say night?" he toasted.
"I think, for the moment, we'll concentrate on evening," said Jessica demurely.
The drink was warming her insides. Her toes began getting very warmish. The sensation traveled all the way up her legs and settled between her thighs. There it seemed to whirl and arouse until it traveled upward into her tits, causing both nipples to get rock hard and get very sensitive. She rubbed her wrist against her breasts causing the nipples to ache with heat.
The warmth in her mouth, however, was the most overwhelming and it reached half way down into her throat. The warmth coupled with the emptiness, no cock in there.
No cock, no cock, in my mouth and throat. I've got to do something about it or else I'll never make it through this dinner. I've got to do something.
"Will you please excuse me for a minute, Ed?"
"Sure, but hurry back."
She walked slowly to maintain her composure to the door marked ladies. Once in, she took one of the white linen hand towels. She put it under cold water, wrung it out, and then applied it to her forehead.
Jessica then proceeded to one of the individual booths and entered it. She lifted her dress, pulled down the silk bikini panties, and pressed the cold compress to her hot cunt.
"Oh, that does feel good," she muttered.
From her handbag, Jessica extracted a small tube of cream, followed by a folded piece of rubber, when unfolded it looked like a large flesh colored balloon. She opened the tube, squeezed some cream on her middle finger, and worked it into the lips of her juicy, pink cunt. She then brought the piece of rubber to her lips and blew into it. It slowly formed into a huge penis as it filled with the warm air coming from her lungs.
When fully blown, she lathered it with cream, then she slid it into her ready cunt. Deeper and deeper into her fiery hole, she plunged it in and out, first slowly, then quickly. She worked it perfectly. As she plunged, she thought of that cock, out in the dining room. It was out there, nestling in his pants, waiting for her return and her suck.
Oh baby, wait until I get that tool into my mouth tonight and suck it, suck it right off, and lick, those heavy balls of yours. Oh, those balls filled with all that thick, educated come. It's gonna fill my mouth. It's gonna shoot in me and surge down my eager throat.
As she continued plunging the huge inflated joint further and further into her cooze, she thought of all she would do, when she finally got to see Ed's muscular, naked body standing over her.
With one last thrust of the dildo, she could feel the explosion well up in her oozing vagina. She envisioned him, muscles rippling, gently rubbing on his giant member, inviting her to come and suck it. She saw him standing in front of her, looking down at her and licking his lips, as he caressed his fully hard cock.
"Come and suck this dick, Jessica. It's what you want, isn't it?"
Her last thought started the internal heated fury. She came like mad. She held onto the walls of the toilet booth. The ecstasy was excruciating. As she came, she thought of the reality of finally getting to Ed in the flesh.
She sat quietly for a minute and regained her composure. She pulled her silk panties up and readjusted her nylon hose and lace garter. She then smoothed her dress and left the booth, leaving the wet compress behind. At the mirror, she did a quick check on her hair and make-up.
As she reentered the dining room, it seemed to Jessica that all eyes were on her. I wonder if the whole room missed my presence. Well, if they did, she laughed to herself, they didn't know I was gone so long.
"Gee, I was getting worried," said Ed.
"Well, you know, it takes us girls a bit longer than men. Secondly, there's only one mirror in the Ladies Room. It's funny, they can spend so much money on a place like this and then slump when it comes to the powder room."
How did I ever pull that tale out of my hat, the fucking can looks like a goddamn Hall of Mirrors!
As they gazed at each other, it was obvious that neither was really interested in dinner; unless dinner entailed eating each other.
The waiter was crossing the room. He came towards them.
"I think this might be our food," observed
Ed.
"Gee, I've barely sipped my cocktail."
They were both going through motions, which people seem to, when preoccupied with something else. Strangely, it usually occurs in dimly lit restaurants, between those not even vaguely interested in dinner. It was the eroticism of a forced closeness, the need to finish a meal, looking at one another and touching and to be really whiling away time. The time between the sheets.
"I hope vichyssoise is one of your favorites, it's great here-so I always have it."
How could anyone not like anything that looked so much like a bowl of hot come, she thought.
Jessica ate her soup, looking up at Ed periodically, to check if his soup was taking all his interest. His eyes told her, his interest was not in the soup. He had the same look he had earlier, in his flat. She thought the look said, let's fuck.
During one of her glances at Ed, her vision caught something else beyond him. She spotted an extremely handsome negro teenager. He was pushing a salad cart through the room and seemed to be heading towards them.
Jessica could feel herself getting very aroused and hot again. Her thing for black teenagers didn't help to cool off her heating hole.
The handsome black young man reached their table, smiled at both of them, but especially
Jessica and asked, "What kind of dressing would you like on your salads? We have garlic, oil and vinegar, Russian, French and Roquefort."
"What kind, beautiful?" asked Ed.
"I'll have the Roquefort, please."
The Roquefort dressing looks like a load of come. They must have known I was coming and had a circle jerk in the kitchen. Maybe the nigger jerked off in it before he brought it to me. Wish he had-I'll use my imagination, hot nigger teenage come, all over my salad. Hot spurts of white cream shooting out of a fat brown cock into the lettuce. Give that load, that cream out of your young, stud joint.
Jessica looked up and saw the young negro beauty staring, first at her hair, then at her tits, and then his gaze lingered at her perfectly formed lips.
She felt that he had read her mind. He knew she was afraid that perhaps she had been drooling. She sometimes drooled when she really wanted someone.
The black teen filled their bowls with various greens and then added the requested dressings, all the time staring at Jessica. He placed a bowl in front of Jessica. As he did, she could see he was getting an erection. In order to get a bowl to Ed, the negro stud had to walk behind Jessica. As he passed behind her, he slowly rubbed his massive, hard tool along her soft back.
She felt a tingle go through her body. She knew what that meant. She would have to return and get him somehow or another!
Two big, beautiful cocks, one sitting across from me, the other dragging his meat along my back. It would be great if I could have them both, a fat black cock in one hand, thick white one in the other, one in my mouth, one in my cunt. I'd like to take both of them in my mouth at once, two creamy loads, shooting into me at once, both of them standing in front of my mouth, two dicks sliding in and out!
Her reveries were interrupted, "If you would like some more salad, or dressing, just wave folks," said the negro. He smiled, winked at Jessica, and continued around the room with his salad cart.
"The salad boy was once one of my students-bright kid. I can't remember his name though," said Ed, his brow furrowing. "What was his name again? Oh, I remember, Arceneaux, that's it, Linus Arceneaux. Big man on the swimming team as I recall. They had a nickname for him though, can't remember that however."
The food arrived and the two ate the meal, both in a somewhat dreamy state.
Linus stood at the kitchen door and continued staring at Jessica. She could feel the familiar heat between her legs. She could also feel Ed's hand on her knee. The warmth of her pussy increased. And the black stud kept on staring. He reached down and cupped his hand over his bulging crotch and seemed to be offering it to Jessica from across the room. She avoided looking over at him for the combination of his motion to her and Ed's traveling hand had her almost to the point of coming. She knew if she came now, it would show through her chiffon dress. If she hadn't worn the chiffon, she would gladly have lost her self control and let her juices flow. "Ripper!"
Jessica looked to Ed and wondered why he had said that.
"Ripper, that's what his nickname was."
She tossed her red mane and looked at Ed curiously. "Why that?"
"I suppose I shouldn't say, but think we're both over twenty one. They called him that because he was famous for having ruined several girls. I mean, he had such a big member that most girls couldn't take him and oddly, he always had plenty of girls chasing him."
"Oh, now I understand," said Jessica. She focused her attention back on her food.
Such a big member, no wonder those chicks were always chasing him. Here's another chick who'd like to chase that cock.
The meal eaten, Ed asked, "Would you like an after dinner drink?"
"Love one, a stinger on the rocks, as a matter-of-fact. They're my weakness though. So you had better take good care of me, I might get a little tipsy."
Linus walked across the room toward them again, never taking his eyes off of Jessica. As he got closer, he darted his pink tongue across his lips, just subtley enough for Jesica's eyes to see. He crossed, unnecessarily, behind her again. Once more his fat cock rubbed along her smooth back.
"Could you alert our waiter, or perhaps, you would take our drink order," asked Ed of Linus.
"Surely, Sir," answered Linus, his cock getting hard lingering on Jessica's back.
She could feel the steady throbbing as his meat swelled on her. Stifling the urge to grab at it was almost too much for the hot redhead to bear. She ached to touch his black tool and to turn and take it in her mouth.
"I think that's for our after dinner drinks. I'll move over next to you," said Ed, as he lifted his chair to a position beside her.
The huge, dark hand placed their drinks in front of them, as the other hand slyly grazed along her shoulder.
They had two more drinks each, and with each drink, Ed grew bolder. Under his pants he grew bigger. Jessica was holding back the juices heating her vagina. Her attention was divided between the joint in the black boy's pants and the one she now held in her right hand, through Ed's wool pants. His hand at the same time was working its way around under her dress.
No longer able to endure the pleasures of feeling each other, and not see what they were touching, they decided to leave. Not a word was spoken. The bill was paid in silence and they headed for the door.
"Ed why don't you ask for the car, and I'll just dart in her for a sec," said Jessica, nodding towards the ladies room. "I'll meet you outside."
Ed went on ahead, and Jessica looked for the handsome negro.
"Can I help you?"
She turned and there stood Linus.
"What time do you get finished here, Ripper?" she asked.
"I take over the bar and get off at three o'clock," he answered.
"Be ready at one minute after three, out front. I'll pick you up then."
Jessica turned, tossed her hair, and strode a step towards the door.
She spun quickly and said to the startled teenager, "Oh, and by the way, be ready to rip!"
Ed was already in the car. She jumped in beside him, the attendant closed the door after her and they drove off.
Ed was driving with one hand and with the other he was driving her wild. He was working his fingers in and out of her creamy cunt. As his hand got very wet he pulled it away and sucked at his fingers and then returned his fingers and squirmed them around her pulsing pussy.
Jessica had not taken his cock out of his pants. She was purposely torturing herself. She wanted the ecstasy of being able to go down on him the minute she saw his meat for the first time. She knew she couldn't blow him in the tiny sports car.
Jessica watched the little beads of semen that had formed at the head of his cock and soaked through the fabric of his tight pants. Just looking at the wetness and feeling it Jessica got hotter and hotter by the minute.
"I want that dick, Ed, I want it. Can't we stop somewhere? I want that dick in my mouth and in my cunt. Baby, stop the car. Soon. I want you."
"I want you, too, Jessica. I want to eat your pussy and fuck your cunt but most of all I want to see you eat my dick. I want my cock to disappear in your mouth. I want to feel it touch the back of your throat. I want to shoot all this hot come of mine into your mouth. Oh, baby, I want you."
As they fingered each other and verbalized their passion the car seemed to be working its way down the Palisades, and into the wooded area on the banks of the Hudson.
As they pulled into the clearing Jessica realized they were in the very spot, now embedded in her mind, of her first blow job; the one she had given Billy Rowan those many years back.
She looked and strained to see if she could find the tree where she and Billy had carved their announcement and spotted it one second before Ed turned off the headlights.
They both stepped out of the car into the dark night. There was just enough moonlight so that they could see each other.
Ed went to the car trunk and brought out a huge army blanket and carried it over to where Jessica was leaning on the tree so familiar from long ago. He put the blanket down at her feet.
Ed leaned forward and pressed his lips and tense body up hard against Jessica. She immediately reached down and undid his fly. Her hand dove in. She could not believe what her fingers encircled. It was one of the biggest dicks she had ever felt.
There must be something magic about this spot in the woods, she thought. Her mind went back to Billy's cock and she tightened her grip on the one she had in her hand now.
Ed maneuvered himself against the big tree in hopes that she would fulfill his need to see her head in his crotch.
Jessica worked furiously at getting his pants undone and off. In record time he had stepped out of them. Jessica quickly stopped and was on her knees before Ed. She squatted between his thighs and gazed up, panting, at the well-muscled body stretching before her, at his thick cock rising with heavy jolts as his hips writhed with lust, one arm thrown over his face.
In the moonlight she took in what her eyes told her: this was one of the fattest joints she had ever seen.
"You've got a beautiful cock, Ed," she said as her head nestled in his crotch. She caressed his balls with her face and then with her tongue. The feeling of his cock on her face gave way to the wild oozing that she had begun earlier that evening. Her cunt was juicing itself again.
"Suck, redhead, suck my hard cock. Make it come!"
Jessica moved her lips up to the hair on his tight stomach and laved him slowly. She was holding off from sucking him.
"Take my cock..."
Jessica shifted down and suddenly took Ed's cock in her mouth. He responded with a loud groan. He twisted and writhed and pushed forward his thighs and his huge, round rock head lunged hard into the back of her throat. Her jaws widened so she could accommodate the hugeness pounding into her mouth. His cock was a violent thing, hard-soft, pushing into her.
She moaned in ecstasy as he plunged it into her mouth. She was almost delirious with heat feeling he was in her. She so loved to suck cock.
With her arms thrown around his body, she held on to his tight ass. As she held him fast, he thrust his hugeness with even more force. Saliva was running out of the side of her mouth.
She groaned and the sound was muffled by the cock in her mouth.
Her murmur, "Oh, I love sucking cock, big cock. I love sucking your big cock," was almost inaudible as his hot flesh continued in her. He ground it in, and her lips caressed it at the base and then all the way to the heavy huge rim on the head of his dick.
Softly. Gently.
He was breathing in time with her sucking.
She removed her mouth from him, leaned back and looked at what she was blowing.
His hands went to her hair. He grasped her with force and pushed her face back to where he felt it belonged.
"Suck!"
She took his cock back into her.
"Now baby, you suck that cock! You suck that fat dick, baby. Suck it until I tell you to stop sucking it."
"Oh, yes ... yes!"
"Suck me, bitch. Suck me!"
She knew he was coming. She worked on his prick sucking and pulling with her tongue. She laved it with hot saliva. She felt his body tense.
"Baby! I'm coming! You're gonna get this load, baby. Here it comes. Here it comes. Take it. Oh, take me! Oh ... Oh,. . . "
The liquid lava, the hot load shot into her throat and she savored each spurt as it landed on her tongue. She swallowed each shot as it came.
As his huge cock emptied itself into her she felt the hot fluid from her cunt running out of her and along the inside of her thigh.
The two held on to each other and their bodies shook and trembled as they lowered themselves to the blanket beneath them. They lay on it and held tight with their lips gently kissing.
Jessica smiled a smile of contentment snuggled into a ball with Ed's arms around her. The sounds of the night soothed them.
He ran his hands down her back, feeling the cushioned knobs of her spine. Next, his voice came hushed and slow. "You're the best, baby."
"With this," she said, holding his cock in her hand, "who wouldn't be?"
Jessica could feel him growing again, as he pressed his body to hers. She pulled him closer, her breasts grazed along his strong chest.
She knew he was looking at her in the darkness. She could feel it and also see the glint of his eyes.
They clutched at each other again, lying face to face, close together, his new long hardness against her belly. Their mouths moved hungrily for each other.
"Fuck me, Ed. I want to be fucked."
There was a delicious hurt in the tip of each nipple and she moved herself gently from side to side, making her nipples brush against him and hurt all the more. His tongue searched into her mouth and she probed his. She could feel new spasms down below. The heavy head of his joint was moving about at the entrance to her hot slit.
"Stick that hot cock into my aching cunt, Ed. Give your hot tool to me. Shove it in."
He assumed a role of tenderness and quieted her lust to a slower, calmer pace.
"Easy, Jess. Easy, baby."
"Yes, Ed, easy," and she let the calmer words laze out of her mouth warmly.
He entered her slowly, gently parting the warm, moist folds of her cunt, pausing, waiting, then, heeding her command, drawn in by her heated need and the insistent warm flood of her vagina.
Jessica thrashed, rolling and spreading her legs, gasping with delirious, delicious, moaning pleasure.
"Fuck ... fuck," she moaned as he gasped, his body heaving on hers with his cock shoving deep into her pulsing twat. The crescendo of their passion was equal and mounting to a wild peak, partaking of each other's ecstasy.
She felt every muscle of Ed's body hard as rock upon her and in her. She pictured every vein of his thickness pushing to give her its hot load.
"I'm coming, Ed..."
"I'm going to drop my load in you, Jess. I'm coming."
"Give..." Muscles working together, each sharing the other's orgasm, they met in hot, melting explosion.
"Ed. Ed." She cried his name and didn't know.
Rings of sweet, searing lust ran up the long, hard cock that he shared with her. Her cunt and his cock as one, jolting, gushing, flooding with fulfilling pleasure. They melted into one another.
Jessica had spent another evening doing the only thing she knew and loved. But this time it was different. This time she really wanted to.
On the trip back to his flat they touched frequently. Silence prevailed in the car as each thought of the evening behind them.
He thought of both the Lissi sisters and of how neither knew about the other.
She thought of how much she had enjoyed him. She also thought of Linus, waiting for her ... later on in the night.
When they arrived at his apartment he asked her in.
"No, Ed, I'd better get home. I don't want Angela to be in the house alone all night."
They went through the general social amenities and he took her to her car.
Jessica drove off alone down Winslow Road.
Ed stood and watched until he could no longer see her little Jaguar.
"Those two broads are really something!" he laughed and shook his head. He unlocked the door and stepped out of view.
Jessica pulled up into the driveway leading to the front entrance of Hulbert House. Linus stood there waiting for her. He wore a beige dungaree jacket and wheat colored jeans which were showing to its best advantage his heavy basket.
She revved and speeded the car to a dead stop right in front of him.
"Hop in, sexy," she said, throwing the door open and motioning him in.
Linus climbed in. He was somewhat shy about being with her. He was used to girls of his own age. She looked to him like she was in her middle twenties.
Jessica sped the car away as quickly as she had driven it in.
"Where do you live, kid?" she asked. "Got a place to go?"
"Yes. Turn left right here," he said quickly before she had passed his place.
They stopped in front of what looked like a rooming house of sorts. They both jumped out of the Jag and climbed the porch steps. Linus opened the door at one end of the porch and they both went on in.
Jessica had decided that she had done enough work for the evening and so would let him suck her out. If she felt like doing anything else she could always change her mind.
He looked at her. She saw he was ready for the works. The black boy was really hot to trot.
She said to him, "I want you to eat my cunt out. That's why you were licking your lips in the restaurant, wasn't it?"
Linus nodded.
Jessica stripped off her clothes and bade Linus do the same. He seemed a little shy about disrobing but with a little urging he did so anyway.
Jessica drew him close to her and kissed him. She reached for his black meat and squeezed it with pleasure.
I may have to change my mind ... that feels pretty good. She continued her kidd with her mouth wide open and he could feel her teeth, her tongue, her gums ... her entire mouth. He returned her kiss the same way and liked it. She looked him straight in his brown eyes and said her pussy tasted even better than her mouth.
"You want to eat my pussy?" she beckoned.
"It's delicious and wet and wants you to eat it."
Jessica climbed on to the bed. She spread her legs and opened the lips of her cunt with her fingers to spread it as far as possible.
"Now, lick my cunt, baby," she said. "Lick, baby, lick."
He went down on her with his mouth, touching the thighs at the same time. At first he was hesitant about what to do but when the juices started flowing out of her cunt he began to know he was a damn good mother-sucker.
"Eat that cunt, black beauty!" she said.
He looked up at her, without stopping. He saw over her big tits how she was digging his suck.
Jessica screamed and yelled, her orgasms were piling on top of each other as Linus ate at her hot oozing pussy.
"Suck me, baby. You've got the greatest mouth in the world. Bite my cunt. I love it. Suck my hot clit ... eat that juicy oozey that's juicing for you. Keep sucking my twat ... nibble on that soft pussy that wants you to stick your tongue all the way in. Suck ... get all the juices out of me. Oh ... baby ... I'm going to come. Here ... this is it ... ah ... ah!"
Jessica held on to his thick dark brown rod. She loved the feel of the black velvet joint.
Linus was really hot now and his cock was rock hard. He wanted to stick it inside her juicy cunt but she seemed to want him to eat her some more so he continued, hoping of course, that he would be able to stick her with his throbbing prick.
Her cunt juice tasted so sweet and milky at the same time. They both wondered where it all came from. He thought he would have to make an investigation of the female orgasm. Each of her orgasms seemed to be unique. One would be a big one in which she gyrated her body and moved like mad and another would be soft and deep and her lower lips quivered and shook. Another would be short and jerky with several short and jerky ones coming one after another very quickly.
Linus got so hot he couldn't stand it any more. "Baby," he said, "I want to fuck your wet, juicy cunt right now."
"Oh, yeah, baby," she said. "Please fuck me with that big black rock cock. I want to feel it deep inside of me."
Linus inserted his member inside of her cunt. Linus knew his cock was huge. It was bigger than any white guy's. It was even bigger than most of his brothers'. He hadn't gained his reputation as The Ripper for nothing! Her cunt was wide open, waiting for him to enter all the way.
He entered slowly, not wanting to hurt her as he had so many. He put it in a little at a time not realizing that her cunt which looked so small, could hold anything as big as his cock.
"Shove it in, big boy. All the way, baby.
Give me that big black dick. Don't hold back one inch. I can take it and, baby, I want it. I want it all."
He thrust his cock all the way inside of her. It felt so great closeted in between the walls of her vagina. Linus felt himself very secure being inside the girl. It was the first time he had ever felt so close to anybody.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck!" she kept repeating. "Fuck."
Linus just went with it thrusting his cock inside and out of her in a frenzied fashion. He was going out of his mind in his fuck.
He was like a wild animal. He rode her like a horse while she screamed for more fucking. She told him he was the best ever and the biggest she had known. Linus was feeling very proud of himself. This was a woman who must have had lots of men. He knew that his big, fat black dick was sending her.
As Linus came inside her he moaned from the sheer joy of the act. He felt completely sapped and drained as he made the bed all wet and the girl's cunt was really soaked with his semen.
When the act was all done and over with, Jessica said, "You're all right, Linus. I'd like to see you again. Are you on duty every night at Hulbert House?"
"Yes, I am, and I'd like to see you, too."
"Keep an eye out for me, then," she said, winking at Linus as she went out the door.
As she tied her hair up in a ribbon, getting ready for bed, Jessica looked into her mirror and said to herself, "Sleep well, baby, you've had a hard day."
CHAPTER FIVE
WILL PETER COME
Angela waited for Peter O'Hara at the main entrance of Heewawken High after school. She had still not given up hope of a profound love affair with Mr. Banks but decided she would start seeing Peter again anyway. She knew she couldn't be seen with Ed Banks anywhere in town and she did want a social life in school.
Peter was fun and very well liked among the other students. He was popular and a big man on the football team. Now that she had had a taste of sex she thought a bit of Peter's peter wouldn't be bad.
Jessica had spoken to Angela at great length about Angela's crush on her English teacher, Ed Banks. Her advice to Angela was to play the field and not to worry about her infatuation. Angela always valued Jessica's advice and was very proud of her older sister. Jessica explained to her that a man much older might be all right now, but what about twenty years from now. How would Angela feel about him then?
Jessica had made out a good and valid case to her little sister and Angela decided that although she wouldn't forget about Ed Banks, she would take Jessica's advice and go out with other boys.
"If you could only meet him and see him, Jessica," Angela said to her sister, "you would understand why I feel as I do about him."
"I really don't think that's necessary," was Jessica's answer. "You go out with someone closer to your own age and you'll see what a good time you can have. In no time at all you won't even remember who Mr. Banks is."
What a terrible situation I've put myself in, thought Jessica, cutting in on my own sister's numbers. He'd better not try fucking around with the kid or I'll cut his elephant balls off and make a wallet out of them. I think I straightened her out well enough, though. She shouldn't be too interested after a while anyway. Once she sees he can't take her to any of the social functions at school she'll forget all about that gorgeous fat-cocked hunk.
Jessica had been right about one thing. Angela did forget about Ed Banks as a love object in a very short time. But she didn't forget about sex. She was in the mood for sex twenty-four hours a day.
She bought herself a vibrator shaped exactly like a big penis and she used it every night. She had also bought herself a slew of physical culture magazines. She found these very exciting. She liked looking at the pictures of all the naked men wearing nothing but small briefs or posing straps. She became obsessed with the vibrator and the magazines. Every afternoon she came home from school, locked herself in her room and went into a daily ritual.
First she would go to her closet. In the back of the closet she had a huge box from Lord and Taylor in which was kept her late mother's wedding gown. The wedding gown was meant for Angela or Jessica to wear when they got married. Underneath the faded ecru linen heirloom dress, Angela kept her cache of muscle magazines.
Angela had begun with one or two magazines but as she became more and more obsessed with her sexual ritual she increased the number to almost fifty magazines she obtained from the shops on Forty-Second Street in New York City.
Angela usually went into Manhattan on Saturday afternoons and that is when she was able to pick up her sex stimulators. While her school chums tried on dresses in Macy's, Angela was browsing in bookstores that specialized in erotica. She was not allowed to enter most of them because of her apparent age, but she was lucky enough to be let into two stores. One store was run by a lesbian who thought she might be able to make time with the pretty dark-haired teenager. The other store was managed by a lecherous older man who would have let in children in diapers if he could have made a buck.
After a time, Angela got to recognize the pictures of the regulars who appeared in the magazines and she began to have favorites. She especially liked one boy, a rather young looking guy named Troy Saxon. She even went so far as to write to him. Another she liked very much was someone with the funny name of Rusty Steels. They both had the same address in one of the magazines, so she wrote to them.
Troy Saxon answered first. He advertised nude pictures of himself and several friends. One of them was Rusty Steels and another was Terry Donovan. Terry was new to her and she found him the most exciting of all. He had a cock that really went almost to his knee. She wondered why the sheer weight of it didn't cause him to stoop over.
The pictures were advertised for a mere twenty-five dollars. She told Jessica she needed a new outfit for cheerleading and got the necessary money. So eager to see what she would get for twenty-five dollars, she hurried to buy a money order and in the letter that went with it she asked for a special rush shipment. Now she only had to wait for its arrival.
While she waited for the arrival of the precious parcel, she continued her self satisfying sex with the vibrator and the muscle magazines she had.
Angela's room was furnished with a big white fox rug, a present from Jessica, that covered almost the entire floor. Angela took out each magazine one by one, and opened to her favorite page. She discovered that her favorites changed from day to day.
One day she would manipulate the vibrator in her hot, juicy cunt looking at pictures of young blondes. Another day would be her day for swarthy types like Italians or Greeks. She even found, although it wasn't too often, that she liked the big black muscular men. They all seemed to have much larger and heavier bulges in the little skimpy coverings they wore.
Angela's sexual routine soon developed a ritual pattern. Once she had all the magazines out and opened to her favorites of the day, she would place all the opened magazines around the edges of the white fox rug. The middle of the rug she left combed and brushed and prepared for her to recline on, surrounded by all her pictured male beauties.
When everything was arranged to her satisfaction, Angela reveled on the white fox rug, the long hairs tickling her tight little teenage twat as she romped, vibrator working in her cunt. She loved the feel of the tingling machine as it massaged the walls of her moist vagina. She got extremely hot as she worked it in and out.
Before long she had learned to use the vibrator to increase her desire almost to the point of coming and to vary the thrusting motions she made with the vibrator so as to prolong her revels while she imagined all the men in the magazine photographs to be standing naked around her waiting for her to make the choice of who would be the one to make her come.
She alone had the choice of who would be the one to make her come and she was in no hurry to do so. The white fox rug and the vibrator and the circling photographs were all part of a sexual excitement that grew hotter and hotter until she felt as if her little teenage twat would swell and fill and explode in a burst of hot liquid.
All the naked men standing around her, as she imagined, in a group, reminded her of the day after football and cheerleading practice when she got a good long look at the Heewawken Football team. The Heewawken football team, some of them in the showers and some just about to step into them, was a good vivid memory. She had even gotten a look at the combination gym teacher-football coach, Howie Fox. She was still a virgin and when she got a good long look at Howie Fox's dong, she couldn't believe the hugeness of it.
She had not planned to be in the men's locker area at the stadium downtown when practice was over. Cheerleader's practice had ended earlier than usual and she had gone to Peter O'Hara's locker to leave a note for him. Just as she had slipped the note through the air vents in his locker, she heard the players barreling towards the locker room. She didn't want Peter to be mad at her for being there. How many times had he told her not to pester him when the guys were around?
As the footsteps rang loudly closer to where she was by Peter's locker, she panicked.
"Christ, what do I do," she said audibly to herself.
Without thinking, she ran further into the locker room hoping for a back exit through which she could make her escape and avoid Peter's anger. She ran the entire length of the locker room until it dawned on her that she was in a dead end and her only alternative was to dart into the door beside her.
She heard voices already in the room and she jumped into the space behind the door. It was a closet full of cleaning equipment and had a strong smell of disinfectant. The odor was a much stronger version of the smell out in the locker area itself. The mixture of disinfectant and the sweaty smell of masculine bodies mingled were very sexy to Angela.
Angela had only been in the closet for a few minutes trying to compose herself and get her breath back when she noticed that she could see directly into the showers and the whole tile room that was the shower area.
If I can see out I hope it doesn't mean that they can see into where I am, Angela thought, and she hoped no one would need anything from the closet where she was hidden.
After a few minutes, Angela heard what sounded like an army of Dutchmen marching towards the shower area. It was the whole football team, all wearing wooden shower clogs. She peered curiously out of the tiny vent holes in the closet wall and watched with growing excitement as about forty tight-muscled asses passed not more than two feet from her on the way to the showers.
Angela hadn't seen a man naked since she was a little girl and had swum nude with her cousin Kevin in the country. I wish one of them would turn around, she thought. I'd like to see the front of them.
It wasn't long before Angela's wish was gratified. All of the team seemed very playful. They lunged at each other's cocks playfully and snapped towels at each other's asses. They seemed to enjoy the shower after a hard afternoon of practice. There was an obvious feeling of cameraderie among them. Howie Fox, the coach, joined right in. He seemed to be as playful as the boys. The only difference was that he was bigger.
As Angela, hidden in the closet, stood and watched the nude men shower, play with each other and joke and dry off in the anteroom, she could feel a strange, pleasant sensation between her legs. It was something she had never known before. She wanted to stick her finger into her aching, warm pussy but she was afraid that if she did that, she would bust her cherry.
She didn't dare lose her virginity. She had to save that for her husband.
As Angela watched the football team she was very doubtful about saving her cherry for anyone for she knew that from then on she would want what she was looking at. She tried not to think of what it would be like to take on the whole football team. All of them were so handsome and well-built.
She hadn't known that men had such big things. She was pleased to see that Peter O'Hara was right in there when it came to the size of his organ. He was standing with Mr. Fox and she had a good chance to compare their cocks. Peter's was as big as the adult man standing beside him. She thought how wonderful it would be to step out before them and tell them to take her.
Some would stick their cocks in her mouth while others would just stand around and jerk themselves off. She was vaguely ashamed of having such thoughts but at the same time, she was powerless to stop thinking about it and she knew that sex was what she really wanted.
By the time the team had dressed and left the locker room, Angela was worn out. The excitement of seeing all the nude bodies and the fear of being found hiding in the closet were so great that she completely forgot to watch Peter O'Hara to see how he reacted to finding her note. As soon as Angela was sure that everyone had gone out of the locker room, she quietly stepped out and made her way home.
Plunging the vibrating penis shaped machine in and out, sometimes slowly and sometimes quick and fast, Angela lay amidst her photographs. Again and again she relived the hot, crowded moments when she had been hidden in the closet and as she thought of the football players, she thought how she really would like to live the fantasy she so often dreamed.
Masturbating herself, she found herself thinking of Peter more and more. Tomorrow, she decided, she would tell Peter she'd go to the dance with him. After the dance she would let him seduce her. She could bring him back to the house where she had a whole floor all to herself. Perhaps he could even spend the night since Jessica was always out anyway. She had read about getting fucked in the morning and thought she might like to give it a whirl.
Angela looked at a picture beside her. "Peter baby," she said, "I'm going to have your real cock Friday. No more peeking at pictures of you." She had cut out with her manicure scissors a picture of Peter's face and pasted in to the body of one of her muscle men.
Angela wished that the nude pictures would arrive from Troy Saxon. Then she would transfer the cut out of Peter's head to a nude body. As she worked the vibrator in a faster rhythm she thought that Peter's face over a nude body would be even more arousing. She also planned to cut out the picture of Ed Banks if only she could remember to bring home the school paper. As soon as the yearbook came out she would have a whole lot more faces to snip out. She intended to have the whole football team on one big picture.
Angela continued with her daily romps every afternoon until the night she was going to the dance. That afternoon she held off. She wanted to be sure she could really ooze lots when finally she got Peter O'Hara's big prick into her anxious cunt. Wondering why it had taken her this long to decide to give it to him, she determined to make up for lost time once the long, useful vibrator had been replaced by a real, live cock.
Peter had been very unreceptive to her obvious offers all night. They were parked before her house and he stayed huddled in his corner of the car. She couldn't make out what was wrong. Other nights he had always tried going too far with petting and now suddenly he didn't even want to kiss her.
Angela leaned toward him, letting her tits glide along his hand on the steering wheel. "Want to come in for a while? Nobody's home and we could sneak some of my sister's booze."
"Nah, Angie, I've got practice tomorrow and I should have been in bed an hour ago," Peter answered. He seemed almost annoyed that she was still in the car. He leaned to her, kissed her lightly on the mouth and said, "You'd better go in now. I've got to be going home."
Angela wanted Peter's peter that night and she had to give it a last, hard try. Her hand slipped off his knee and directly onto his crotch. She grabbed hold of his massive cock, hoping it would awaken to her touch. It remained, in all its hugeness, soft.
Peter removed her hand saying, "Cut it out, Angela. Now come on and go inside. I'll walk you to the door."
"Go fuck yourself, Peter O'Hara," she yelled at him angrily. "You and your football.
Wait until the season's over and you get horny. Just you wait and see what you'll get from your fucking team. If you want a fuck you'll get it someplace else cause little Angela's not gonna be around."
Angela ran into the house, slamming the door and tore upstairs and into her room. As she ran, she tore off her clothes, scattering them where they fell. She pulled off her panties and flung them across the room in fury. She headed for the closet and hauled out the huge Lord and Taylor box. The wedding dress was yanked out and thrown to the floor and her solace, her sexy hung men were all dumped onto the white fox rug.
Angela jumped into the middle of the whole pile. "Who's it gonna be tonight?" she said as she thumbed through the pages of the first sexy muscle magazines she had picked up.
Angela rolled over and over the pictures until she reached the bed. Her hand dove under the mattress and she pulled out the vibrator. She had been keeping it there lately since she had been waking up in the middle of the night horny. Under the mattress it was always handy. She had only to reach under her and she could begin her self-fucking.
She rolled back to the middle of the rug, dildo in hand, and brought the vibrator down to her hot cunt.
"You're one minute away from sending me to heaven," she said to the vibrator. "One more second and you'll be in my creamy pussy making me happy. Who needs Peter O'Hara?"
She plunged in the vibrator. It wouldn't vibrate. She pressed the button again. Still no action.
Angela held back the tears she felt ready to brim over her lashes. The vibrator soared through the air and crashed against the flowered wallpaper.
"Damn it," she screamed, one tear escaping down her cheek.
She composed herself and her nude body walked quietly to the telephone book. Her fingers ran down the pages which began with Haines and ended with Banner. She found her number. Telephone in hand, she dialed, then heard the ring. She heard the click which meant an answer. "Hello?"
"Hello, Daddy, this is Angela," another tear fell. "Please come over, just once more. I need you."
Ed Banks spoke into the phone, "Be there in ten minutes, but just this once, then no more."
Angela gave him directions and explained she was home alone. He pulled his pants on ... he had been in the middle of jerking off. Now he wouldn't have to.
When Peter O'Hara drove away from Angela's house, he heaved a big sigh of relief. Why did I even bother with this bore of an evening? That was what Peter thought because he was involved in something which occupied his mind more than Angela could ever hope to. As he drove along, his mind, as it had many times in the past traveled backward.
There I was, after the victory celebration, in the locker room. We had all gotten a little high on beer. Some of us had even drunk hard liquor. The coach liked to drink after a victory so we were allowed to break training. I stayed at the victory party longer than most and had a few beers too many. Coach Fox was nice enough to take me back to the lockers to collect my things. I was getting those peculiar sensations being with him. He had been very nice to me all season and we'd spent a lot of time together.
I could feel him staring at me frequently, and I assumed it was because I was one of the best players and he was proud of me. But that didn't explain the sensations I was getting, more and more regularly, in my groin. I was going around with half a hard-on a lot of the time. I also kept getting the desire to touch the coach. A couple of times he caught me looking at his crotch. I hadn't realized I was staring until both times he caught me.
Once back in the locker room Coach suggested to me we take a shower. He thought it might sober us up a bit after the party. He had had quite a few. I said, sure, it seemed like a great idea. We both took off our clothes and went into the shower room. He began flicking his towel at my ass, joking around the way the guys always did. We stepped into the shower's stream. He lathered up and so did I.
"Will you wash my back for me?" Coach asked.
"Sure, Coach," I replied. "Sure."
Then he lathered mine. I wondered why he went as far down my back as he did.
I looked over at him washing himself. He seemed to be getting a hard-on. He was looking at me, especially my ass. I was getting afraid. I didn't know why. My heart began to pound. At the same time I was getting an erection, too.
"Hey, Pete, looks like your dong's getting hard," he said jokingly. He nodded to my cock and threw a small sliver of soap at my meat. Then he came over and took hold of it. He grabbed it hard and made a joke of it. We guys sometimes grabbed at each other, as a joke, but never meant anything by it. I reacted the way I always do with a guy. I grabbed at Coach's cock. Once I had grabbed it and had a hold of it I didn't want to let go. I don't know what came over me, but I liked holding it. I liked feeling it grow in my hand. I didn't want to let it go because I liked holding it.
Howie seemed to like it too, at least he didn't seem to mind. When I realized what I was doing I let go. I finished my shower and went to dry off. I was embarrassed at what I had done so I dried quickly and went to my locker.
Coach Fox walked quickly past me and into his office. I got into my shorts. I realized the showers were still running so I went to the back of the shower room and turned them off at the master control. I mopped up where the water had run into the locker area and went back to my locker to continue dressing.
I was standing at the locker in my shorts. I saw the coach had put on his pants but no shirt yet. He seemed to me a lot higher than I had suspected. He left his office and was coming in my direction. He had a somewhat wild look about him. His hair was tousled and his chest muscles rippled above his khaki pants.
I turned to him as he came in. I was a little ashamed and frightened about what had transpired in the showers. I bit my hp and hoped he wouldn't say anything to embarrass me. I was ashamed and yet glad that I had touched him.
Suddenly, he was in front of me. His hand grabbed for my arm. With a shock, I saw his other hand was ripping at his fly. He yanked out his cock and exposed himself to me.
"Here, you wanted a cock. Damn it, take my cock. You touched it, now take it."
He took my arms and pinned me back to the lockers. Despite my desire for him, I was scared and repelled by his actions. I tried to get out of his grip, to unpin myself but he was stronger than I. He took me and pushed me to the floor. Then in one swoop he picked me up like a feather and carried me to the daybed in his office.
He threw me down on the daybed and jumped on top of me. Straddling me, he pinned my arms behind my head. His knees were on either side of my chest. All I could see when I looked up at him was his cock thrusting itself at me.
"Take this dick in your mouth, you teasing bastard," he ordered.
He pushed his cock closer to my lips. His pants were ripping further than where the fly ended. I was looking right into the shrub of golden pubic hair exposed by the torn trousers. Right there, pushing toward me was his huge beautiful cock. It was throbbing with giant hardness. The thick head of it was grazing along my lip and teasing.
I felt a shiver go all through me. The room seemed filled with the smell of raw masculine scent. I inhaled of it and as I did I was falling down into a whirlpool of ecstasy. The weight of his body holding me down didn't hurt. It was delicious. All I could, or wanted to see, and feel was his giant swelling cock and huge balls swaying before me.
I opened my mouth as if I had done it many times before and sucked his swollen, hard, rocky turgid cock into me. I was filled with Howie Foxx and the taste of his sweet cock. It tasted of the shower and cleanliness and warmth and fresh. I could feel the pulse of his throbbing organ in me. His response to my lips was evident in the pulsing and throbbing of his meat.
He shifted until he was no longer as heavy on me and he wasn't hurting me with his weight. His strong hands reached into my hair and grasped at my head with great might. He pulled me closer to him and thrust his huge cock in as far as it would go.
"Oh, God, God," he moaned.
He was gasping and writhing on me and I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter. Again he thrust more forcefully, deeply, getting the thick, full whole of his stiff cock into my eager mouth and throat.
The soft hardness of his prick was suddenly no longer in my mouth. Out of my semi-dream I saw him moving beside me. Then I could feel myself being lifted off the leather mattress. He was turning me around. He threw me over on my stomach. I was adjusting to this new position and I was confused as to what was going on.
He was ripping at my jockey shorts and in a second or two they were off. I was now laying with my bare ass staring him in the eye. I heard him spit. He was probing at my ass and I suddenly realized he was going to try to fuck me.
I had never even thought of getting screwed and the idea now excited me. It was exciting and scaring me at the same time. I knew it would hurt and I didn't want it to be like this. I didn't want him to do it while he was high and regret it later. I didn't want it to be just cruel and lusty, or uncaring.
It wasn't up to me, however. He'd decided to fuck me and fuck me he would. I couldn't move with his weight holding me down. He forced his way into me. I could feel first the huge head of his hot cock. It alone seemed to fill me. Then he shoved more and I could feel his whole prick breaking through my body's resistance.
"Coach," I tried to say.
He must have thought I was going to protest, or maybe holler. He clamped his massive hand over my mouth. I held back my words. I couldn't have stopped him anyway.
The pressure he was forcing on my tight virgin ass worked its way into me. I yielded and he was totally within me. For the first time in my life I had a cock moving in and out of me. He pushed up inside. He didn't care that he was hurting me. He pushed harder and moved in deeper. I tried to squirm out from his probing hugeness within me. I resisted, but it was of no use. I couldn't escape from his strength.
"I though you would like getting fucked, you little cock teaser. That firm ass of yours twitching at me in the showers after every game. Seemed to be just twitching for a cock. My cock"
I realized the futility of struggling to make him stop so I said nothing in answer to what he'd said. He was wrecking me. His huge cock tore at my insides and at the same time was blowing my mind as well. The huge hard prick worked harder inside me. Coach Howie Foxx had his beautiful cock up my ass. He was inside me and that was where I wanted him to be. I now realized I had really wanted this all along. I wanted his mammoth dong up in me but I hadn't wanted it like this. He was fucking with lust, nothing but lust, not with any affection or love. It was too late for me to think of affection from Howie Fox. He wanted to come up my ass and that was all there was to it. If there was going to be any affection or love that would have to come later.
My mind was spinning, cluttered with conflict and emotions and as he continued plunging into me I was aware of certain things and facts. Coach was a beautiful animal. I had never known anyone more masculine, so completely physical and always in the best physical condition. Howie's loins pounding against my ass were as firm as steel bands. I was encircled in his strong arms as in the grip of a mighty Colossus.
After awhile I knew I loved the sensation of his cock plunging in and out of me. I knew it was the ultimate cock, better than any other. I had that cock in me and I wanted that cock.
I was afraid the bed would break in half under me as he continued fiercely to hold me and pound against me and plunge into me. He was breathing heavily into my ears. like a giant storm, the sound of his heavy breathing, the feel of his breath across my ears, the smell of his clean body was a heady aroma filling my nostrils and blowing me almost out of my mind.
I felt humiliated and was scared but I would have gladly turned, if his embrace had permitted it, and kissed him again and again. I was afraid of what he might do if I did.
Once again I became aware of my own cock pushing into the leather beneath me. I was hard and I could feel the come rising ready to spill.
"Oh, bastard, work this cock up your ass. It's coming. It's going to come into your teasing ass," he cried as if in pain.
The room seemed to me to shake with the power of his orgasms so near. I was filled with his ferocity and intense passion. I was sailing along with him into his ecstasy. I could feel the near pounding of his oncoming load. It wasn't only that? I too, was coming. I was sharing his orgasm.
He gripped me tighter, his arms around me. With one heavy lunge that took my breath away he was in me all the way to his balls. I could feel a swelling and a thrust as if he had gone in even deeper. It was his hot load pulsing and surging into my very depth. It invaded my farthest reaches. As his hot sperm permeated every secret recess he seemed to collapse into me and over me.
In the same instant I could feel my own erupting cock spilling it's own hot load, flooding over the warm leather. I felt like I was laughing, smiling, crying, coming, all at the same time. I was done in.
The ecstasy of the orgasms was all over and reality returned. Coach Foxx lay heavily upon me, but only for a minute. Then all at once, his weight was off me and he stood beside the bed. I knew I must look up at him. I had been so turned on by his touch and by what happened that I forgot it would be over.
His face was stone cold. He was looking at something he had just lustfully fucked. There was no look of affection or tenderness anywhere on his face. There was just a look of finality coupled with resentment and anger. The thought the anger was probably meant first at me, and secondly, toward himself was all that kept me from crying out. He seemed uncertain and sad. He looked at me and turned away.
I was suddenly aware of my nakedness and reached for my shorts. They were in shreds. I picked up the pieces and left the office.
The door to the office was still open as I left the building. I stopped and looked in. Coach was fully dressed and in complete control of himself. He had once more become the Coach. He turned wordlessly, looked at me and closed the door firmly.
Peter suddenly found himself driving toward the stadium, instead of home. He was still thinking of that afternoon with Howie Foxx. He couldn't get him out of his mind. He thought, perhaps he was going crazy. Head spinning, he turned into the stadium parking lot. I better stop here for a while, he thought.
He got out of the car to clear his head. He was confused. Why had he been so cool to Angela tonight? He really liked her. She wanted to get fucked tonight, he knew. She wanted me to stick my dick into her juicy pussy. I always wanted to get at her hot cunt. Tonight I had the chance and didn't take it.
What the hell do I care about Angela right now? She can take care of herself. Besides, she's all hung up on Mr. Banks.
Walking into the stadium entrance his mind kept on reverting back to the scene he had been reliving in memory as he drove away from Angela. Why I don't understand. He must have some feeling for me. Why should he take me that way. Why do I ache for more of him. Why, suddenly, Coach Foxx. Was I always attracted to him. All these questions, and more, were running through Peter's head as he walked through the stadium.
I want more of that cock ... that sweet dick up my hot ass. I want that giant fat cock ramming into me. I want to suck him again. If I could feel his joint sliding into my eager lips and everything. I can't figure it out. It all seems so natural and yet I feel so guilty. If only somebody could help me.
Peter found himself standing in the middle of the empty stadium. He looked up into the stands and waited for an answer from the empty seats. He knew no answer would come. After a little while, having caught his breath, he started back to his car.
Just as he turned, at the last seat before the exit, he heard a sound. He looked up. There was someone watching him. Peter moved on.
"Wait," said a familiar voice.
Peter ran.
"I said, wait!"
Peter recognized the coach's voice and stopped running.
The coach came up to where Peter was waiting. "Are you lonely, too, Peter?" asked Howie.
Peter looked away and started slowly toward his car. "Please leave me alone, Coach," he said, almost begging.
"Please, Peter. Wait. Please."
Peter stared at him blankly. Then his eyes met Howie's in a long searching look. They stood like that for a while, without saying anything in words, looking into each other's eyes, searching. Then unexpectedly, Howie moved swiftly to Peter and reached out his arms. Peter at the same time moved toward the handsome blonde coach. Each was afraid the other might withdraw. Almost before they knew what was happening they were in each other's arms and their lips were meeting, lightly, tenderly at first and then forcefully, urgently.
Peter was enraptured and couldn't be aware of anything but Howie's handsome blonde body pressed against him. Howie Foxx bruised Peter's mouth with his eagerness and Peter was aware only of Howie's mouth, of Howie's strong arms which in the full vigor of manly passion were almost crushing Peter's ribs. Their lips parted after a long embrace but their faces stayed close, their eyes searching. Howie looked pale and frightened.
"As God is my witness," he said in a hoarse whisper, "that's the first time in my whole life I ever kissed another man."
Peter gazed fondly into his eyes and could say nothing so he pulled Howie closer and kissed him again.
Angela though it rather strange. Why were Peter and the coach coming to school together? Football season was over but Angela was curious about why the coach and Peter were seen together so often. However, preparations for the class trip, which was an annual pilgrimage to one or another of the national shrines, usually Washington, D.C., were in full swing. Angela decided not to go mostly because Ed Banks was not going to be a chaperone. Peter O'Hara was no longer on her mind. He seemed to have gotten so peculiar she wasn't even interested in getting fucked by him. She was still thinking of how the whole football team would fuck her if she could come up with a cool idea of how to arrange it. Then she would show that son of a bitch Peter O'Hara he wasn't the only peter in the world.
All the kids were delighted that the Board of Education had chosen Washington, D. C. for the class trip this year instead of Trenton, the State Capitol, or the boring trip to the Military Academy at West Point. Trenton and West Point were only one day trips but Washington meant a whole week-end. A weekend meant fucking and sucking and sleeping around a little. All the kids were sharpies at eluding the surveillance of their captors, the teacher chaperones.
There were always favorite teachers for chaperones, as well as some that no kid wanted to get stuck with. Tom Carroll, was without a doubt, the reigning favorite as chaperone. He was a short, somewhat pudgy, unattractive teacher who didn't care a good god damn what the kids did, or where they were. He knew they could easily sneak to each other's rooms after light out so why fuck around like a mother hen trying to keep track of them. He himself had better things to do. Usually, on a long enough trip, he managed to get at least one piece of ass from one of the students. Most often the ass was attached to a beast but young ass, even on a beast, was not something to turn away from. Tom Carroll knew that he was not the handsome stud type that has no trouble getting anything and any one. Tom Carroll had wisely learned to be satisfied with whatever he could lay his pudgy little hands on.
I should have failed one of the chicks that I dig, he thought. They usually try to get me into their pants in order to pass the next exam. "Carroll," he said to himself, "you gotta learn to think ahead. Think hard."
The weather for the trip to Washington was fabulous. Cherry blossoms were blooming all around the Tidal Basin and every stud and every chick was all for picking cherries. Everyone was having a real hall and hailing like crazy. The chaperones hadn't stopped a one of them from their fucks, appointed or grabbed on the fly. No one was particularly interested in public monuments. The chaperones would expect them to write something about those dreary subjects when school resumed after the trip but meaning everyone in the student body was mainly majoring in cock and cunt. Sucking, fucking, various combinations and just plain old fashioned sex was all that most of them had on their minds and nobody gave a doodle-de-shit what any one else was up to.
Although they had spent a lot of time together the trip was the first occasion for Peter O'Hara and coach Howie Foxx to be alone again. They had, after the night in the stadium, established a sort of semi-relationship, a bond that went unspoken. Both of them were new to the man to man scene and also shy and awkward about it. All they were sure of was that they wanted each other.
No chaperone was, needless to say, allowed to share a room with a student. Howie Foxx was sharing with Tom Carroll. He knew there was a chance of Tom not showing up for at least one night and he was determined to arrange something to keep Tom occupied, and away from their shared room.
Peter O'Hara was doubling with one of his football buddies, Bob Meighan. Peter also had hopes of getting rid of Bob for one of the nights. Bob Meighan was a roguish Irishman, huge, black-haired, blue eyed and perennially searching for some hot pussy. By his team-mates Bob was called "The Looker" because he was always crying out, it seemed at least every half hour, "Lookin' for some snatch. Jes Lookin' for some snatch."
At one time or other Bob had taken on almost every cunt in the school and was excited by the prospect of finding some snatch in Washington. Peter determined that he would certainly try to help him find some if he could. Luckily for Peter's plans Bob Meighan also drank any time he could. Every one was amazed by his prowess on the gridiron because they all knew he was high for every game.
If I can't find him some snatch, I'll find him some scotch, Peter thought. One way or another, Bob Meighan's not going to be in this room tonight.
At the same time, Howie was working out a similar plan to eliminate the presence of Tom Carroll from the room they had to share.
"Listen, Tom. I'm horny as hell. If you come back and find the Do Not Disturb sign on the door be a good Joe. Don't disturb. Call me from the lobby and I'll let you know about how long I'll be until I've finished fucking whatever broad I've been lucky enough to get."
"Sure thing, Howie. Sure thing. Do me the same favor, will ya, huh," Tom Carroll answered.
Across the hall in the O'Hara-Meighan room, Bob Meighan was well on his way.
"Jesus, Bob," said Peter, "How can you drink that shit so early in the day?"
It was five o'clock in the afternoon and Bob Meighan was half pissed on cheap booze.
"Why not?" Bob answered him. "I'm just waiting for a decent time to go downstairs to the cocktail lounge. I've got my phony I.D. and I'm rarin' to go lookin' for some snatch. Hey, Hey! Lookin' for some snatch."
Bob poured himself another snort, saying "Wish I had someone to go down there with. How's about comin' with me Pete? We could find us some Washington cunt. All that pretty coozey sittin on them nice high bar stools.
Must be plenty snatch in that bar. Lookin' for some snatch ... lookin' for some snatch."
Bob was feeling no pain and Peter smiled to himself at how well his plan seemed to be working.
"You know I'd never get served in that bar. I don't even have a fake I.D. and even if I had a pass badge you know I don't look old enough. Wish I did."
"Yeah, that's right," Bob said. "You still look like a boy scout. Guess I'll have to go down alone."
Bob went to the bureau and took out the first tie he touched and put it on. "Guess you have to wear a tie in that place," he said.
There was a knock at the door. Tom Carroll had decided he, too, wanted a cocktail. He was bored to death and there wasn't an unoccupied cunt on the horizon, as far as he could see. Bob Meighan was the only person he could think of who would be ready to officially declare the cocktail hour opened. Bob generally declared it open around noon so by now he ought to be primed for the hunt for cunt.
"Come in," yelled Peter. "Oh hi, Mr. Carroll, come in."
Tom came into the room. "Bob, you ready for the first of the day? Oh, Oh. See you started already. Well, what the hell. It's the weekend. Thought you might like to join me downstairs for a few. They got a bar called 'Swings' right off the lobby and looks like there's a little action going on. Might as well have something to look at while we have a few."
"Great, Mr. Carroll. Be ready in a minute." Bob said, smoothing at his jacket and tie.
"Cut the 'Mister' shit, Bob. If we're going to drink together you better call me Tom."
Bob finished dressing. His tie was on so cockeyed it hung way below his belt. He never really gave a shit how he looked and that was probably the secret of getting all the snatch he spoke about constantly
Together, the teacher and the football player headed for the bar. Tom Carroll so short and Bob Meighan so huge they looked like a comedy team. Peter knew they wouldn't be likely to return for hours. Once Bob started really drinking, he wasn't finished until he was completely loaded.
As soon as they were safely in the elevator Peter went to the house phone and asked for Howie's room.
"Hi, guess who just went down to the bar together?" he asked Howie.
"Don't have a clue. Who?" replied the coach turned lover.
"Your weekend room-mate and mine."
Howie's deep voice seemed to leap out of the house phone. "Great. Want to come across to my room?"
"I'll be there two minutes ago," said Peter anxiously. His heart pounded. He checked himself in the mirror and headed for the door.
"This is it," Peter said. He left his room.
Howie's door was ajar, in anticipation of Peter's arrival and Peter walked in without knocking or waiting.
"Anybody home?" he queried into the empty room.
"Yes, I'll be there in a minute," Howie called from the bathroom. He, too, was making a final check to see how he looked in his new beige pants and tennis sweater.
"Hi," said Peter as Howie entered. He couldn't help looking down at the new pants which showed Howie's endowments to great advantage. No wonder my heart is pounding, Peter thought, I had forgotten how really hung he is.
They went to each other and embraced. Their lips searching for each others passion. It lasted for at least ten minutes and after they caught their breath, went on for another ten.
"Gosh. Forgot to put out the sign," Howie said as he picked up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and opened the door to hang it on the outside doorknob.
"I told Tom Carroll that if he saw the sign to go down to the lobby and let me know he wants to come in. I said I'd tell him when I'll be finished with the broad and then he can come back up here. Pretty tricky, eh?"
The handsome coach went to Peter, grinning at him. "You have to come into my life and get me all crazy. That first day at tryouts I knew we were going to be in for it. The cheerleaders started going ape shit, and, I might add, so did a few of your current team mates. As a matter-of-fact, I'm not so hot about the idea of you sharing a room with Bob Meighan. I understand he digs guys whenever he gets loaded."
Peter looked as if he didn't believe what the coach was saying but didn't say anything.
"Well, any way," Howie went on, "those cheerleader cunts all had itching, twitching cunts. It just took me a little longer to realize that I was getting all the same vibrations as the others."
Peter looked at Howie Foxx and said shyly, dropping his eyes, "I didn't ... never suspected that you were interested." He looked up, directly at Howie, "You never seemed to be..."
"Hey, wait a minute." Howie spoke with great urgency. "I'm certainly not a virgin. Not at all. But, I never kissed another guy before. Never in my whole life. I never had the desire ... it never entered ray mind."
"But," Peter began but Howie cut him short.
"Sure, I've let guys blow me. I even screwed a couple of different guys. I liked the hell out of it, too ... otherwise I wouldn't do it. But you're the first one I ever kissed. I don't think it was because I had anything against ... well, against that sort of thing. Until you came along I never even thought about it. But you came along and..."
Peter didn't know what to say and so remained silent. He was even afraid to look at Howie.
"Bo, you understand what I mean?" Howie asked.
Peter thought maybe Howie was trying to worm out of the whole thing, and just throw it off as something peculiar. Something that could only happen once. He felt his mouth open and his lips form around the words but it seemed to be someone else who was speaking with his voice. "Do you want me to go back to my room?" he asked.
"Hell no!" Howie said, vehemently. "Christ, I thought I had just straightened the whole thing out between us. I got it straight in my mind, and I thought I made myself clear. At least, I tried to. Why would you want to leave now?"
Peter went over to the bed, placed his hands behind his head and leaned back, smiling, saying nothing.
"Do you mean you haven't liked our few times together. What we just did and have done?" Howie asked. He was now totally confused.
"I've loved it. I loved every thing about it. Every time ... only one thing's bothered me..."
"What?" asked Howie, as he looked almost helplessly at Peter.
"We didn't do it often enough."
Howie went to the edge of the bed and leaned down to Peter and undid Peter's pants. Peter helped him along and together they pulled them off. Then, off came Peter's shirt.
Peter hooked his arms around Howie's neck and repeated in a low moan "Oh, Howie, Howie."
Howie Foxx pulled Peter up to a standing position. They stood gazing at each other, clinging tight to each other. Howie's big athlete's hand ran down the curve of the younger boy's back and continued down across his bare ass which he cupped in his huge paws.
"You're going to catch cold," said Howie.
Peter shiver but not from cold but with pleasure at the touch of Howie Fox, at the feel of his hands moving on his body.
"I should do something about warming you up."
Peter grinned, "I think maybe you should."
The big blonde man picked Peter up, kissing him gently and put him under the covers. Then he began undressing. His hands at his fly, he was about to turn off the light when Peter interrupted him.
"Don't put out the light," Peter said. "I want to see."
The man was pleased with the boy's remark. "Not much to see," he said gruffly as his trousers slid to the floor. He let the light stay on.
Peter gazed with hunger and adoration at the flat, tightly muscled stomach. As more of the beautiful body came into view Peter could feel his own hardness mounting. When he glimpsed Howie's giant, thick cock standing in its golden shrub with the large balls hanging heavily in the massive scrotum he felt a mounting excitement that was almost unbearable.
Howie stepped completely out of his pants, straightened his massive athletic body and strutted teasingly over to Peter. Peter could feel the saliva forming in his mouth. He was really hungry for Howie's cock. This time he was really ready for the man now climbing into the bed with him.
They were clutched in each other's arms tightly, body to body. "I don't have any practice at this, so you'll have to be patient with me," said the coach.
"The only practice I had was with you," Peter replied taking his lips away from Howie's long enough to get the words out and then seeking his lips with his own.
This was the second time they had been this close. But this time it was different. The first time had been all wrong, or at least not all right. It hadn't happened out of affection, but lust, with Howie partly drunk. This then, was actually their initiation to one another. Howie wasn't the aggressive, brutal, almost savage man he had been. Now he seemed almost shy, as he tenderly held the beautiful body of Peter in his arms and covered it with kisses.
Slowly, gradually, doing what seemed natural to them, Howie and Peter became less awkward as their intimacy progressed. It was all tenderness between them and consideration for each other.
Howie's powerful arms encircled Peter's body with a strong embrace. Peter slipped out from under the hard hold, removed his lips from the blonde's hot mouth and let his mouth lead him downward. His lips darted across the magnificently muscled chest, stopped momentarily at the flat, strong abdomen, where the pubic hairs climbed in a feathery sheaf and down, down, down to the garden of golden blonde heaven.
Howie smelled of masculinity and raw, hot, potent sex.
Peter was soon doing all sorts of things that he had never even dreamed of. He ran his tongue, which seemed to have a life of its own, through and among the pubic hair, down under the heavy balls, caressing them with his tongue and all the time running his fingers of both hands with a fluttering butterfly motion along the golden, hairy, masculine thighs and abdomen.
He licked at the balls, gently, first taking one in his mouth and then moving on to the other weighty nut. His fingers closed around the steel hard shaft. He looked at the staff pulsing before him and gloated at the knowledge that it would soon be his to suck.
Peter came out of his reverie and began running his soft pink tongue along the length, the soft-hard length of Howie's joint. His tongue flecked at the satiny skin and glided along the long flat surfaces of Howie's enormous shaft.
When his darting, sucking tongue reached the swollen mushroom head he licked away the exuding drop of dew like moisture into his mouth. Howie Foxx moaned and thrust himself into Peter eagerly. He could feel Peter's mouth hot on his cock and the way Peter was sucking him made him want it to last forever.
Howie was moaning quietly, uttering soft cries of delight and harsh commands. "Suck, baby, suck. That's it, baby, caress it. Take it all, baby. Suck it. Keep on sucking it. It's all yours, Peter. Take it. Love that first cock, baby..."
Peter loved to hear what Howie was saying. It made him hotter than he already was and he sucked at the big, stiff, virile cock hungrily. The stiff meat plunging in and out of his mouth seemed to him the most desirable thing in the world. He didn't want to stop sucking.
Howie moved, suddenly, on the bed, and turned his body around until he and Peter were in a sixty-nine position. He reached for Peter's joint and took hold of it. He spit into his hand and began jerking Peter off with his massive thick fingers. All the while Peter was sucking on Howie's delicious dong with wilder desire.
Without any preliminary of any kind Howie bent over and caressed Peter's meat with his lips. Peter was startled by the touch and opened his mouth to speak. "You don't have to ... you don't have to do that."
"It's all right," Howie said. "I want to take your cock in my mouth. I want it."
"Oh, Howie," Peter said kissing his friend's cock.
"I want to learn everything that will make you happy, too. It's only fair. It shouldn't be a one-sided thing. Besides, Baby, I need that in me right now."
Howie went down on Peter. He took the head of the young thick rod in his mouth. He sucked and slid up and down a few times. He wasn't experienced and his teeth scraped on the tender, soft flesh but Peter said nothing. The slight hurt from his lover's teeth meant nothing compared to the pleasure of knowing that Howie cared enough to want to blow him. After sucking a while Howie choked and pulled his mouth away.
"I'm sorry, Peter, baby. That's an awful big cock that I guess will take a lot of practice and getting used to. like I told you, you'll have to be patient with me so I can get to suck your big cock."
"Yours is bigger than mine," Peter laughed as he tousled Howie's hair. "Anyhow, we've both got plenty of time and like you always say about football, it takes lots of practice."
Howie came back to Peter's lips and they went back into their former hot embraces. They teased themselves by purposely holding off for a moment longer.
"I never dreamed anything could make me feel like this," Howie said. "I never thought I would find anyone to make me feel this happy."
"Wait. I don't want to come yet," said Peter, removing the hand away from his throbbing dick. "I want it to last, more than this."
"Did you like what I did the last time," faltered Howie Foxx, after another soft kiss. "What I mean is, did you like it that way?" His hand moved down and under to Peter's smooth ass. He rubbed at the firm, young, rounded buttocks, gently and coaxingly.
"I think so," Peter grinned. "It hurt and felt a little strange the first time, but, knowing you were inside me made me like it. It must just take getting used to."
Howie looked at Peter with surprise. "You mean that was the first time anyone did that? You mean you'd never been fucked in the ass?" Howie shook his head in wonderment, "You mean you'd never done that before?"
"Never."
"Jesus Christ, well! That was the first time. Why that means I practically raped you. I must have seemed like a madman to you. You must have thought I was a real son of a bitch."
Peter took his lover's hand and stroked him reassuringly, "Don't be insane. Since it was you that makes it all right. Perfectly all right."
They embraced again, Howie's strength holding on to Peter with a fierce possessive hunger. They kissed, tongues plunging into each other's mouths, meeting and tickling. They were more passionate than before.
"Do you suppose," Howie asked shyly, "suppose we could do it again ... that way. Unless, maybe it was too painful to you?"
"Anything you ever want to do to me, we can do. We can do it anytime you want to. Just so long as it makes you happy. I want to keep you happy. I hope that's understood and all right with you."
Peter slid out of the nestling arms and turned over on his side, as if offering his tight, hard, rounded young ass to the big man beside him.
"You better be careful with your promises, baby, you don't know how long I can go on fucking. It sometimes might last a whole night. I spring from pretty hardy German stock, you know."
"All night?" Peter smiled teasingly, "Now who's making promises ... the whole night?"
The muscular blonde coach was probing and jabbing his big round cockhead at Peter's rounded, inviting backside but he wasn't, in his inexperience aiming his wedge at the right opening. Peter had to spit into his own hand and reach behind himself and wetting the questing cock with his saliva he helped guide the ready joint into the waiting opening.
Howie was tense, and his big cock was rock hard but he remained still. He didn't want to hurt the boy, so he stayed as still as his throbbing cock would let him be and let Peter work the hot staff into the warm darkness, past the round ass cheeks. Once in position, Peter pushed back against Howie feeling the huge cock head prying its way past taut unstretched muscle. With one spasmodic push he forced himself on Howie's cock and then Howie took over, moving deeper into the hot, moist, throbbing chasm.
As the thick rod of pulsating flesh following Peter's guidance penetrated deep into him Peter felt one instant of wild, intense pain, It faded almost instantly. Peter seemed to be filled with an immense heat that melted pain and filled him with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
"Oh, Howie, you're in me," said Peter. "You're really in my hot ass ... I'm filled up with your fat cock that I love."
"Like that, baby?" Howie murmured. "Love that cock?"
"Oh, yes, Howie. Howie. That beautiful cock that I just had in my mouth now it's in me heating my inside, filling me up. Oh, Howie, fuck me. Don't ever stop fucking me. Give me all of that stiff joint. All the way in, Howie. Now we're joined. Your joint in me. Move that dick in me. Make me feel it in my chest. Pound it home Howie, fuck me."
In his excitement Peter was almost screaming and the coach was just as excited.
"Coach Howie Foxx keep pounding that meat into me until you shoot a hot load into my ass. Give me a lot of come, Howie. Coach, spill it in me. Don't ever take it out. Oh, Howie, I'm yours forever ... just keep that beautiful cock in me and keep fucking me. By this time the boy was sobbing in great gasps of high excitement.
Howie had begun by moving in Peter very quietly, cautiously at first but then as Peter squirmed and shoved back at him, as Peter began to implore and beg for cock and more cock Howie let go and really held the boy crushed to him while he rammed his rod forcefully into Peter's heaving backside. Howie's stomach smacked against Peter's ass with as much fury as waves against a sea wall. His balls slapped on Peter's thighs and the slight ache occasioned by that bouncing only served as s further stimulus to the wild fury of sex.
As Peter moaned and begged Howie to dig deeper, to give him more, Howie put one big hand around Peter's hard throbbing cock. His hand was big enough to go almost completely around it. He began moving his hand the full length of the boy's fully developed cock, moving up and down, down and up, jerking Peter off in time to the lunges and jabs his own cock was making inside Peter's ass.
Peter was moaning and his eyes were unseeing in his head. He had never been so excited. His whole body trembled and shook and his one wish was to push back on Howie's hot plunging cock until there wasn't any more cock to gather into himself.
"Damn," swore the big blonde brute, Howie. "That's wild. Never knew anything like that. Oh god, boy, I'm gonna come. Can't hold back one second more ... " Howie's words became a choking gurgle and then he screamed.
His cock, the full length of it was buried deeply and totally in Peter's ass, in Peter's ecstatically quivering body. Howie made another low, animal sound as the hot lava of his semen began to leave him. Peter could feel the first hard spurt as it began to pump its load into him.
As the huge cock began spewing the hot semen into him it seemed to Peter that his whole being was suffused with the rich, hot load. He could feel his own balls tighten and before he knew it he was coming too. He leaped backward with the first spurt and great, white, hot stream of come spurted into the air. Succeeding streams, also white and hot but not as mighty as the first landed on Howie hand and on Peter's own belly.
Even though he had already shot his load, Howie was mesmerized by the white load. Some of which was left on his hand and a bigger part on Peter's belly had a fascination that he did not understand. Without thinking he licked the still hot semen from his hand and then lowered his mouth to the level of the firm young stomach. Being careful to keep his still semi-rigid cock in the boy's ass he ran his tongue experimentally through the copious fluid and then lapped at it like a cat laps at milk. He licked until there was nothing left and kissed the place where the semen had been.
Looking up at Peter, Howie said "There. Now I've got some of you in me and you've got some of me in you."
Afterwards they lay in each other's arms for a long while, holding the embrace until they were both almost asleep. Howie finally stirred. He kissed Peter's ear and whispered into it. "I love you, boy."
Peter smiled. He gave a contented sigh and snuggled back into the powerful, enfolding arms.
In a minute they were both asleep. Each went to sleep with a smile on his face.
Tom Carroll and Bob Meighan were really getting sloshed. They were on the eighth or ninth drink, and as usual when drunk, men talk sex. Tom and Bob were deep into their discussion of sex at this point of their evening.
"Hey, look that little chipper over there.
She seems to be giving us the eye," Bob said. The little chipper Bob was talking about was an oil painting hanging at the other end of the bar.
"You know, Meighan," Tom Carroll told him, "I like your style. You really know where it's at with the dames. Not bad for a guy who's only ... how old are you, anyway? Well, not bad at any age. You sure got the cunts to twitching at the football games. I saw Patti Tate fingering herself at one of the games and just watching you all the time. What's your secret, kid? Big cock, right? That's how you get them all crazy. No fooling, I bet you do have a big cock. Am I right?"
Bob Meighan was really drunk as the teacher yakked on about whatever he was rambling about. All that penetrated Bob's alcoholic haze was Tom Carroll's reference to the size of Bob's cock. Anything concerning his meat somehow got through to Bob Meighan no matter how drunk he might be.
"Sure I got a big cock. Yeah, teach, I'm the king of the meat market. Wanna suck it?" Bob fumbled at his fly and got out his dick. It was soft, and like a big jelly roll. He took hold of it's soft hugeness and made an offering motion to the teacher. He had completely forgotten where they were and if he had remembered he wouldn't have given a doodely damn. In the morning he would not recall asking his history teacher to give him a blow job. All he thought about was sex and booze and he didn't worry about anything else.
"For Christ's sake, Bob. Put your cock back in your pants."
Bob Meighan continued to make motions having to do with his drunken invitation and Tom Carroll decided the best thing to do was treat this as a perfectly natural happening in the bar of a prominent Washington, D. C. hotel.
"Come on, Bob" Tom said. "Put it away. I don't want to suck you. You ass-hole. I may be a lot of things but I'm not a queer."
"What's that, teach? You wanna suck my ass-hole?" Bob was blathering at the bar, about ready to fall off the bar stool or else fall asleep, pass out right where he was.
Tom Carroll pulled himself together and took stock of the situation. He realized Bob was too far gone to make any sense and that he should somehow be persuaded and taken back to his room. But I've got to get his dingus back into his pants one way or the other before I can try taking him upstairs.
"Now, for God's sake, Bob. Put your cock back in. You're going to get us thrown out of here."
The teacher was not only losing his patience. He realized that Bob was getting sloppier by the minute and he had to get the boy out of there before any trouble got too much to handle. With great trepidation he reached aver and took hold of the fat dick. He felt like some kind of damn fool holding someone's joint right out in the open. In it's softness it was difficult to stuff back into the jockey shorts. Just when he thought he had it in, it would somehow pop out. It was like one of those party jokes where a snake or something jumped out at you when you opened the trick bottle.
Tom was slowly becoming more and more uncomfortable and frustrated with the predicament. He was becoming afraid some one from the school might see him. How the fuck could I ever explain holding this kid's cock in a public bar. Right out in the open.
There didn't seem to be any answer to that question so Tom Carroll was just trying to think of some bright strategy to use on Bob Meighan to persuade him to put his own cock away when he was interrupted by a feminine voice.
"Need some help, Mr. Carroll?"
My god, Tom thought, in this hellish fix? He peered through the smoky haze of the bar trying to discern the features of whoever had spoken.
"Oh, Hello, Lois," I didn't recognize you at first." Good God, Tom thought. Of all the cunts to see this. Lois Trapp. It would have to be her.
"What ever are you doing, Mr. Carroll?" Lois asked.
"Oh, for Christ sake, Lois. Mind your own business. What do you think I'm doing?" As soon as the words had escaped his lips he realized what a stupid remark he had just made.
"Well, to be perfectly frank, Mr. Carroll, or shall I call you Tom, it sort of looks like you're either molesting one of your students, or, maybe taking advantage of a guy when he's drunk. You know..." she said.
"Lois, cut the shit and the snide remarks. What are you doing in this bar anyway? You're not old enough and you know it. Help me get him to his room, will you?"
"Whoa, Tom. One question at a time. One. What I'm doing in this bar is looking for someone to fuck me. You know, fuck, spelled F u c k. Remember what you did to me not too long ago? The answer to question two is yes. I will help you get him up to his room. First let me get one of those napkins from over there and we can tuck it into his belt. That'll cover up the problem area. Much as I'd like to touch that cock, I'm not going to start on it in here."
Lois went closer to Bob and tacking the napkin firmly in the top of his pants said "Come on now, Bob. Easy. Put your arm around my neck and put your other arm around good old Tom Carroll and we'll get you upstairs and to your bed."
"Lois, wha' the fuck ya doin' here," mumbled Bob. "Howcha get here, huh?"
"I want you to fuck me, baby. You always like my big tits. Remember the day you sucked them in Timmy's basement? Now I'd like you to fuck me too."
The girl was taking off his shoes as the teacher re-entered the room. Damn it, she thought, he had to come back!
"I can take care of him, Teacher dear. Why don't you run along like a nice boy?" Lois said snidely.
"Don't get smart, Lois. If you're looking to get laid by him, forget it. He's had enough booze to keep him out for a week."
"I helped you bring him up here instead of leaving him down in the bar with his dick hanging out and you holding it. The least you could do," Lois stormed, "is to get out of here and leave us alone to fuck."
Lois began to cry. "God damn it," she sobbed. "It ain't fair."
"If you want a dick up that cunt of yours I'd be glad to oblige, Lois. After all, I owe you something for helping me out of an embarrassing situation. I won't be as good a lay as the one you want maybe but at least I'm a pretty virile guy. You seemed to like it pretty well the last time."
Sniffing and crying to herself Lois came over to Tom and took him by the hand. "Did you really like me," she said.
"Sure, I liked it fine," Tom bed. "You know Lois, honey, with all those missing teeth you must give a great blow job. You want to suck me off?"
"You son of a bitch. Go fuck yourself. Before I utter one more word let's get one thing clear right now. I get a B+ in history next report card, don't I, Mr. Teacher man, or would you rather get known in school as a molester of young men."
"Now, now, Lois. It wasn't the way it looked."
"I don't suppose it was but I don't give a damn. I get a B+ or I tell everybody. Everybody!"
"Well now, Lois, you could be a straight A student if you would only try."
"Nah, B+ is good enough for me. And now that we've got that clear ... I won't suck you. I want you to stick that fat cock into my hot cunt again. Don't imagine that I dig you. You, personally, you are a mess but that fat cock of yours is something else again. Go on, take it out, let me look at it."
Tom Carroll followed instructions and despite the load of drinks he was carrying the near pickle he had been in with Bob in the bar had sobered him enough so that even if Lois was blackmailing him he intended to get a good fuck out of it.
"Come here, Tom," Lois said. "Help me move this hunk of meat over. We can't go to my room so we might just as well fuck here comfortable."
"You're right about that, Lois," Tom said. "He'll never wake up and we might as well be comfortable."
"My tits turn you on, don't they, Tommy."
"Yeah, sure," he answered bored. "Sure. They turn me on."
"Come on, then, and take them out of my dress and suck on the nipples, teach. Suck on my nipples and get them all excited," she ordered.
Tom put his hand in her dress. She really did have fabulous knockers. Why were good looking tits always on such beasts. He shuddered at that thought and then told himself. I'm no Steve McQueen and I've got a pretty big cock. Might even say it's huge. She's a goddam beast and she has beautiful tits. Boy, oh boy, what a pair of rising beauties."
"Take 'em out baby, take out those big gorgeous boobs. You play good with my bazooms and I might think about putting my mouth around that big cock of yours."
She reached out to feel his bulging crotch. While they were moving Bob over on the bed he had straightened out his clothing but now he was ready to let her do anything she wanted. He wore no underwear and his fat throbbing red rod popped out at her. She fondled it to tease him and found herself getting excited looking at the huge thing pulsating and throbbing before her.
Tom thought of the advantage he had by not wearing any underwear. This way it had just popped right into her face. If you wore underwear there was always the nuisance of undoing something else. He hadn't worn shorts for years, ever since he discovered women looking at his crotch. He knew that one of his few good points was his giant dong so why not take the best advantage of it. Hanging free in his pants it frequently turned hot women on. When a women was hot to trot, Tom Carroll knew, she'd fuck with anyone at hand. Sometimes the sight of his free swinging thing was enough to get them hot. Tom realized that he was to women what men would sometimes call 'any port in a storm' but he didn't care. He kept right on getting that nooky and lots of better looking guys were jerking themselves off.
When Tom had just cupped Lois' big tits in his hands she took his balls, one by one, into her mouth. She sucked on them for a few minutes and then let them alone while she worked on his cock. She worked her tongue along that for a while but that bored her. Here she had come up with every intention of getting laid by one of the studs of the too that I team and here she was giving her damn history teacher a blow job.
Lois decided to do what she really wanted, which was to fuck. "Okeh, teach," she said. "Take off the pants. I come up here to get laid by that gorgeous hunk of passed out meat. I didn't come up here to suck you off. After the way I helped you out the least you can do is fuck me. Fuck me good."
"Get your clothes off and get into the sack here with me and sleeping beauty but before you climb in go in the bathroom and wash your fuckin' teeth. I ain't never learnt to enjoy fuckin' anybody with booze on their breath. I don't want to hafta think you give me a hump because you were drunk. I want you to fuck me because you got the hots for me." While Tom was in the bathroom Lois slipped her hands into Bob's pants to see if she could get his dick hard in spite of his load on. She seemed to be getting a response so she decided to undress him all the way and then roll him under the blankets. If Bob should come to, she could always switch partners. Maybe, better yet, she could take both of them on at once. It was a long time since she had played at being the piece of ham in the sandwich. She couldn't quite remember the French words for it but she sure dug it. Two cocks were always better than one and she especially liked one ramming into her cunt while another one was shoving up her ass. She'd often wondered if the heads of the two dicks ever touched in the middle while they were in her. Someday she hoped she be able to have more than two cocks at one. Maybe two in her cunt, two in her ass, one in her mouth, one or two between her tits, one under each armpit, a few in each of her hands and, the ice cream on the cake, a couple of well hung studs just standing where she could watch them jerking off over the whole fucking sucking shebang. , Lois had gotten Bob Meighan's clothes off and under the covers, completely undressed before the teacher, who was supposed to be chaperoning Bob came out of the bathroom. When Tom Carroll returned to the bedroom she was slowly sucking of the football player's limpid dick and getting a vague reaction out of him. A little bit harder, she thought, and she might get her wish of two dicks plowing into her at the same time. She stuck her finger up
Hob's ass, in hope of the pain awakening him. It did help but not much. Now she was stuck with a finger that smelled of his shit.
Damn, she thought. Now I have to get up and wash this smell off me. May as well see what's keeping old Teacher, lover boy Tommy.
While Lois had been too busy to notice Tom Carroll had come back into the bedroom and seeing how she was occupied retreated again to the bathroom because all the washing and tooth brushing had helped make him lose his hard.
Lois jumped out of bed and, bare-assed walked to the John where she opened the door to find Tom Carroll standing there in front of the full length mirror, jerking himself off.
"Your own meat turn you on more than my knockers, Mr. Carroll? Maybe you're a fuckin' faggot. Why you playin' with yourself in front of the mirror?"
"Okay, big mouth. Come get this stiff dick in your cunt. We'll see who's a faggot."
Lois advanced toward Tom. He took hold of her and forced her up against the tile wall. She let out a low whimper as she was shoved against the cold tiles. He pinned back her arms. He did not have to force himself on her. She took him willingly and easily. Her cunt was very wet and the pliant lips accepted his hot staff with no special effort.
Once she got it in her Lois had a way of working her cunt around a prick. She clasped the lips of her cunt around the shaft of his prick and held tight, so tight it was almost painful. Then she would loosen up and slide her body away from her partner and back to him.
Lois was accomplished in the sex act in a way most women took years to learn. Lois seemed to have a natural talent for fucking and she had the hot cunt and the big knockers to drive a guy crazy.
Anybody fucking Lois Trapp forgot she was an ugly looking broad. With that cunt working on a cock Lois became all the movie stars of everybody's dreams. Her cunt could nibble at a cock like she had a built in vacuum cleaner movement. From the minute a cock got into her she could make you feel like you were coming and she could keep it up for hours.
Another wonderful thing about Lois fucking was that she dug the whole scene for herself, too. She loved getting fucked. She never came in one violent shock of passion. Instead she came constantly and softly, every few minutes while she was getting fucked.
The last time Tom Carroll had fucked Lois it had lasted for hours. His memory of how good it was the last time, coupled with the excitement of the big tits was the main reason Tom Carroll had climbed aboard. If she had a good looking face she would be the living end, he thought as he closed his eyes and went into a sex fantasy in which he imagined he was sticking his big dong into half of Hollywood and Movieville.
"Pick me up, Tom baby, while you're still stuck into me. Pick me up and carry me into the bed. I'll throw my legs around your waist and put my arms around you neck and you can carry me but don't let that gorgeous big fat dong of yours slide out of my juicy cunt."
Tom did as Lois said and carried her carefully to the bed.
"Now ease me down onto the bed and never let that thing out of my snatch. I want that stick in my candy apple when we get in the bed."
Bob Meighan was coming out of his drunken stupor. He was asleep but he had thrashed the covers off and he lay there, buck ass naked with his dong sticking up like a flagpole.
"Wait a minute, Tom," Lois said. The sight of Bob Meighan's junior flagpole had given her another idea. "Lower me right onto his joint. Tom, keep your cock in me and lower my ass right down around his fat joint. I want his cock up my ass and you up my snatch."
Lois spit a drivel of saliva into her hand and wet Bob Meighan's joint and assisted by
Tom tried to work it into her ass. "Tom, " she said into his ear, "that stiff cock is going up my ass any second, Tom. Lower me onto it easy and keep your joint in me."
As he lowered her down slowly on to Bob Meighan's stiff prong Lois could feel the huge round sphere that was his cock head probing solidly at her ass-hole. He was half asleep but he knew he was fucking something and gave a quick forceful jab, then another. Lois winced and clutched at Tom's shoulders. With one more hard thrust of his long rod at the tight circle of her puckered flesh Bob began moving into her ass. Her ass-hole quivered and she engulfed his fat prick and took it into her. Between Tom's cock moving in her cunt and Bob's cock beginning to move into her ass she was in a frenzy of passion.
"Push it into me," she moaned. "Make me feel it."
Bob began a long shove, probing into the almost virgin ass. She could feel the stiffness pushing into her. That was a cock that wanted in and with a lunge that lifted all three of them off the bed Bob got the hot, thick, veined shaft firmly up her warm butt. Right away he began the slow rhythmic grinding that his cock and hips were so used to. Lois rocked backward onto him in opposition to his rolling action at the same time keeping her snatch tight enough so as not to lose Tom's prick which was thrusting and probing into her snatch.
With the skill of an orchestra leader Lois measured the beat of each cock, the one in her cunt and the one in her ass and slowly, gliding, twitching, rolling, undulating her hips, vibrating her body brought both men into a matched performance, a team rhythm. As she lowered onto Bob's thrust in the downward shift she swallowed Tom Carroll's prick from the forward thrust. Tom's cock was stroking away from her cunt as Bob's was stroking into her ass. She had them each going in a perfect manner to satisfy her.
Bob Meighan came almost awake after her hot ass-hole had him almost to the point of shooting his hot load. He began to come awake knowing that his prick was getting an extra good workout. This was sure a nice tight, slippery, pulsating hole he was in and he wondered who it belonged to. For one fleeting minute as his hand found the rounded firm buttocks and the hairy ass hole he thought he might be fucking Tom Carroll up the ass. After all the liquor he still had a dim recollection of Tom Carroll saying something about an ass-hole.
Bob continued feeling around trying to find out who or how he was fucking. It felt so damned good he didn't really care but he wanted to know. His hand finally got in front of the body he was fucking and he realized he was fucking a girl up the ass and somebody else's dong was partly in her cunt. By the feel of the other guy's dong the other guy had some big piece of meat.
The feel of someone else's dong in his hand, slipping in and out of his hand into a cunt, a cunt on some girl who he was fucking up the ass excited him almost to the point of dropping his load. He decided to slow up. This was a damned nice tight hole and he intended to make good use of it. Flat on his back he could see his cock shove in and out. He watch his hard, pink cock piston into the tinted skin of the girl's ass hole. He watched the way the rim stretched under the pressure of his joint. It gave in and out at each of his thrusts. Her ass sucked at his saliva moistened dick. It was so damned tight he had to be careful not to pull too far out because it almost hurt getting in again. A few complete thrusts and a sudden tightness around his shaft when he went all the way in had him almost at the point of shooting.
Bob Meighan reached around to feel the tits of the broad he was fucking up the ass. He met with the grip of two hairy, pudgy hands that had been holding fast to the swelling knockers. He brushed the grip of the hands and wet his fingers taking over the other's place massaging the boobies.
How the hell did I luck into this, Bob thought. Wonder who's the lucky stiff on the front end. Peering around the girl's shoulder he made out the squishy looking face of the history teacher. But who the hell could the girl be? He tried to crane around far enough to get a look at her face but her long hair swung over it. He took one hand from the tits and guided her face to one side so that he could get a look at the imagined beauty of the face that belonged to the hot, tight, sucking ass he was into. All the time he was fully into the rhythm of the two way fuck.
The girl's hair fell across his eyes. He turned her face to him. Lois Trapp! Oh, shit. What a beast, but brother, what a fuckin' ass.
He didn't really care if she did look like the Beast who froze out in the cold, he liked the feeling in his loins of the juices heading to burst out of his cock. Her ass was slipping and sliding up and down all along his prick and he liked the feeling that it was squeezing the hot come out of him. At the same time he liked the feel of the hot cock thrusting into her cunt. The two pricks rubbed against each other, separated only by a thin wall of membrane. It was real crazy, man. Real fuckin' crazy.
While Bob was doing his stuff at the back door Tom Carroll was really knocking at the front. He continued the steady fucking he had started when Lois surprised him jerking off in the bathroom. Her cunt was tight and he figured it must be because she was still so young. That had to be the reason. Youth was something she really had going for her. Lois had been fucked by every guy in school, even by old man Springer, the cleaning man, who had been run out of town because of her. She was one horny chick.
One day after school Lois couldn't latch on to any cock, the guys were all at a game, or something so she propositioned poor old Springer. Old as he was he was really giving her a great bang when Sandy Sandmark, a dyke if there ever was one, the Home Economics teacher and the town one gal vigilante committee, almost fell over them.
Sandy Sandmark had a field day. She had old Springer up in court as a child molester and the town's mothers raised such a stink that he was let off on condition that he leave town. Poor old bastard. Probably the first piece of tail he'd had in ten years but it was a piece that was there for anyone who wanted it. Right now Tom Carroll wanted it. He was beginning to think this second time was even better than the first.
Being on top has its advantages and Tom was glad he had first crack at the crack. If he had the disadvantage of having to look at the face he had the compensation of those gorgeous knockers. He let Bob go to town with the beautiful knockers for a time and then removed the fingers and himself took over the twin pleasure domes.
Tom kept up the furious fuck. He had held back so many times just on the point of coming that enough semen had seeped out to really lubricate Lois' twitching twat. Wlule his hard prick continued the trip in and out of her juicy, slippery, sweet cunt he maneuvered his mouth on to her gorgeous boobs, sucking at the rich brown nipples that grew hard and swollen under his lips.
The three bodies, viewed from the side, were like three dolls placed against each other. They were locked in such perfect rhythm it was almost like they were linked together with something mechanical, like an electric socket they were plugged in.
Lois moaned, "oh, guys ... give me those big fat stiff dicks. Keep up that beat with that hunk of meat. Baby, baby, this can't be beat. One in the front and one behind, it's enough to drive me clean outta my mind." Half crazed with the varied sensations, Tom's prick ramming her in the cunt and Bob's football meat busting her in the ass, Lois was humming to herself, singing crazy little snatches of some tune she though of from a juke box.
"Shove it in, boys," Lois moaned. "Give me lots of shovin'. Keep the lovin', gimme shovin'. Shove it in, I'm coming. I'm going to cream. Come on, let's everybody come at once."
Bob, now fully awake, really responded to Lois urging and shoved harder and as far as he could with each pump of his thick, hard, piston driving cock. He was ready to explode his stuff into her ass every time he moved in her. She was getting him closer and increasing his heat with every matched movement of her perfect ass-hole around his cock.
At the same time Tom Carroll was dangerously close to shooting his brimming load into her quivering cunt. She was working his joint so expertly he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. Several times he had been on the point of coming but had somehow managed to hold back but her warm vagina kept pulsing and twitching and pulling at his hard cock had him so hot he wanted to crawl right into her, suck her cunt, fuck her at the same time, play with her tits, anything, everything to keep this crazy wild sex excitement going.
Tom continued working his tongue around and around Lois' hard nipples, now swollen and throbbing with a life of their own. Each time his tongue made a circuit of a nipple Lois would moan with pleasure, contract her vagina with a delirious rhythm and then pick up the stroke Bob's cock up and down inside her ass. Tom's dick danced lightly from tit to tit and Lois felt herself expanding with each lick. Tom might be a pudgy little Teach but he was sure one good fuck with that big dong in her cunt and that tongue licking on her tits, driving her nuts. She thought it would be swell to have him suck out her cunt but she was so occupied with a cock behind and a cock in front and that crazy hot tongue teasing her titties she couldn't stop now. She had to explode in one grand orgasm. She was trying her best to hold off until she could work both guys up so that all three would climax at once.
All three were still locked in harmony and all three were ready to join in climax.
Bob knew he was coming. He shoved his cock up her ass and held it up there while her ass worked on it. Then he withdrew slowly almost to the head of his dick and let his tight ass lips grip at his cock. His nuts tingled as he let his cock slowly glide back into her. He would soon pump her insides full of his hot come and by the way he felt he was going to give her a real heavy load.
Bob screwed harder and the other two followed suit. They all were going at a quicker pace. Bob could feel his balls bumping at her ass cheeks so he knew he was in her as far as he could get. He reached around, reached over Lois and got enough of a hold on Tom to pull the two bodies on top of him. Then clasping tightly he maneuvered until he could stretch the long reach of his arms around Lois and Tom and clasp his hands behind Tom's back. The added weight of the two bodies seemed to put his cock into her ass even farther than it had been. His breathing became heavy. He moved his powerful hips in a slow, undulating grind, his hot pole rigid within her, almost splitting her ass-hole.
The pressure of Bob's clasp, grasping Lois and Tom to him also forced Tom Carroll into Lois even further than he had been. He could feel the powerful surges of Bob's cock and the slow grind of Bob's hips against the girl's ass made it almost like fucking and being fucked at the same time.
With a convulsive thrust Bob screamed, "I'm coming. Holy Christ, I'm coming." He clutched them both even closer almost squeezing the breath out of Lois who was too excited to care. She was clutching tight to Tom her hand around his back, one hand grasping the huge forearm of Bob. "I'm coming with you, guys. I'm coming," Lois said in a low moan. Then she thrust her face at Tom Carroll and fastened on his lips with hers. She put her tongue in Tom's mouth and held it there while the pulsing hot fluid of Bob's cock entered and flooded. Bob was thrashing wildly beneath her sending spurts of hot, forceful jets of sperm into her throbbing ass.
Somewhere about the middle of Bob's wild, explosive orgasm Tom and Lois came together.
"I'm shooting it into you, Lois," Tom yelled wildly. "I'm giving it to you, baby. You're getting it."
Lois was crying and sobbing and moaning and half yelling in a frenzy of lust. "I got both your loads, you bastards. I gotcha both. Oh Jesus, Jesus! What a fuck!" With a final yell Lois let herself go. Her orgasm went on and on. The huge thick cock embedded in her teen-age cunt and the big, muscled hunk of meat driven up her ass seemed to keep on spurting hot juices into her. She felt both loads. They seemed to keep coming and coming. "Oh, God," she yelled, "I can't stop. I can't stop. I gotta keep comin'. "
All three were spent. Then they remained in the same position. Tom soft, although still large, was limp within her. Bob however still had a hard on. He could feel his own hot come sliding down the length of his shaft and oozing out at the base of his cock where Lois' ass-hole was still working in and out with rhythmic contractions.
With Lois still on top of him, Bob moved his hands from Tom's back to grab only the gigantic, beautiful knockers. The feel of the tits seemed to go with the feel of his come sliding down his cock, wetting the hair around his halls. Leaving his cock up Lois he rolled the other two over on their sides, then before pulling his prick out, he gave one teasing thrust and pulled his cock out.
They lay there, all three in a row. Lois was in the middle. After all the exertion the springtime air of Washington, D.C. seemed a little chilly. They pulled up the blankets and covered their nakedness.
"Well, boys," said Lois in her imitation of Mae West, "How'd ya like it?"
"You ain't no movie star for looks, Miss Big Tits but you sure are a good piece of ass," said Bob Meighan as he reached under the blanket and ran a big hairy paw over the ass hole he had just pumped his load into.
"What about you, big boy?" Lois asked Tom, continuing the Mae West routine, "how'd ya like them apples?"
"That cunt on you is just as good as I remember it from last time, Lois. You do know how to throw a wild hump, baby. That much I'll give you credit for, but don't forget to call me Mr. Carroll when we get back to school."
The three, pretty well fucked out for the time being nestled close to each other and were slowly nodding to sleep when Tom Carroll thought of something he had meant to say earlier.
"Before I forget. Neither one of you youngsters has to worry about your marks in my classes this time around. Now that we're all such good friends, only, just remember, I gotta make like a teacher. Can't fuck around all the time."
But in the other room, things were not so quiet. The cool breezes had awakened Coach Foxx and in his stirrings to pull the covers up over the sleeping figure of Peter, he had seen that beautiful, limp cock. And he wanted it again.
Quietly, he moved down and crouched over the mid-section of the sleeping youth. He picked up the fleshy organ in one hand and stroked his balls with the other. Peter stirred but did not wake up as Howie placed his mouth over the head and sucked the entire cock into his wet mouth.
The cock rose slowly and in a matter of seconds was up to its fullest power. Howie found Peter's puckered ass-hole and shoved a finger securely up the tight sphincter. This caused Peter to groan out in his sleep, but still he did not reach consciousness.
With quick up and down movements of his mouth, Howie soon felt the captured cock swell even more, almost to the bursting point.
He pulled his finger out of the tight ass-hole and began furiously pumping his own cock up and down. Peter suddenly woke up, letting out a long, low groan.
"Oh, God!" he almost screamed. "Oh, wow! Do it to me, baby, do it."
Howie did it. He sucked for all he was worth, driving the young boy wild with orgiastic delight all the while pumping his own cock, bringing himself close to orgasm.
"I'm going to come," Peter moaned, "get ready!"
"I'm ready," Howie exclaimed, momentarily stopping his action to answer the boy. "Shoot away!"
At that instant, Howie could feel his own come happening and he spurted all over the boy's stomach and chest as he swallowed hungrily the creamy fluid entering his mouth.
