Though the closed world of various institutions and orders is seemingly totally removed from day-to-day events as most people know them, this is not always the case.
The same desires, physical sensations and everyday wants that affect us are also part of the makeup of some of today's established and respected institutions and professions. One has only to witness the increasing flight from cloister to hearth to school.
This is the story of one such individual. Perhaps the product of stringent upbringing, Lynn Foster seeks a release, though not one which is manifest in a conventional form-a cocktail party or weekend picnic or an evening at a movie. Instead, she pursues her most base ambitions and desires-those of the flesh-at the school where she works.
NO TEACHER LIKE THIS- fiction, yes, but a story providing insight into some personality stereotypes we may know less of than we think.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
When Lynn Foster glanced up from her desk midway through the last class of the day, she couldn't believe her eyes. One of her students, a boy named Danny Hawkins, had unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He was now quietly jerking off, pumping his prick with slow, easy movements of his fist. And he was watching her steadily the whole time.
The other students couldn't see him. They were all busy with the assignment Lynn had given them. He was sitting off to one side at the back of the room. But from her desk at the front, Lynn had a clear view of his every move.
She flushed a deep red and immediately dropped her gaze to the papers in front of her. Her mind raced. Just what was she supposed to do in a situation like this? If she said something, the whole class would know what was happening. If she didn't, she'd be failing in her duty as a teacher. Her training hadn't prepared her for anything like this.
For the first time in her new job, she felt at a loss. Three weeks had gone by perfectly smoothly. Now here she was faced with a really weird problem, and she had no idea how to cope with it. She bit her bottom lip in frustration. She had a sudden urge to burst into tears.
She stole another glance at the boy, wondering how anyone could dare to expose himself like this in front of his teacher. He was still jacking his cock steadily, and he obviously didn't care that she'd noticed him.
He winked at her and gave her a lewd smile. His prick was growing huge in his fist.
Lynn sighed and once again dropped her gaze to her desk. And in her confusion she suddenly remembered when she'd last seen a hard, reddened cock like this. It was nearly two years ago, on her final date with her old boyfriend Brian. He'd shoved his cock in her face and told her to suck it. She'd turned away in disgust.
It had taken a long time to forget that night. Because, for one thing, it had meant the end of a relationship she had high hopes for. She and Brian had gone out for a year and a half. They'd fucked regularly, whenever they felt romantic, but always in the dark, in bed, with Brian on top of her.
And toward the end, Brian had not wanted to fuck in the dark, between the sheets. He wanted to see her beautiful body, he said, to watch her reactions as he fucked his cock into her. And he wanted other things, perverse things that Lynn felt ashamed even to think about.
He especially wanted her to use her mouth on him, to lick and suck his cock. And somehow Lynn couldn't bring herself to do it. It was dirty, she thought, to do such things with a man, even if you hoped one day to marry him. At least, this was what she had been brought up to believe.
The relationship had ended that night, with him demanding she suck his cock-and her in tears. He never called her again, and she threw herself into her teacher training, determined not to give up her moral values.
For two years, she hadn't had sex again with anyone, even though she was often horny and frustrated. She dated guys casually, but whenever they came close to sex, she dropped them, not wanting to get her feelings hurt again.
Instead, she started to masturbate. Late at night, alone in her bed, she would caress her ripe young body, tweaking her nipples and finger-fucking her pussy. She was soon able to bring herself off within a matter of minutes. And then she could drop off to sleep, a little guilty, but satisfied . . .
Suddenly she felt a quiver between her legs, and she blushed all over again. How could she be thinking such thoughts, here in the classroom? And all because some stupid boy wanted to shock her. She should be thinking of how to handle the situation, instead of daydreaming.
She stood up, determined to do something, anything, about the boy's shameless behavior. But right away she noticed he had put his cock back and zipped up his jeans. He was now staring at her smugly, as if daring her to say something.
And before she could make another move, the buzzer sounded for the end of the class. There was a great clattering and shuffling as the students headed for the door. Lynn sat back down slowly, glad to be saved by the bell.
In a matter of seconds she was alone in the room-except for one other person.
Danny Hawkins stood at the back of the room for a moment, then moved up an aisle toward her. He stopped right in front of her desk and stared down at her, the smug look still on his handsome young face. The curving rod of his cock was clearly visible through the material of his jeans, Lynn noticed.
"Did you want to see me about anything, Miss Foster?" he smiled, leaning forward so that his cock-bulge touched the edge of her desk. "I noticed you kept looking at me a lot near the end of the class."
For a second Lynn was speechless. How could he dare to talk to her this way? He was testing her, she knew, and a lot might depend on how she answered. All she had to do was stand up to him, tell him he was a disgusting pervert and she didn't ever want to see him in her class again. Then she could report him to the principal.
"I figured you were interested in seeing me for some reason," he went on matter-of-factly. And he slowly ran his fingers up over the bulging mound of his cock. Through the denim, his hard prick appeared to be about eight inches long.
"No, Hawkins, I don't want to see you about anything. Get out of here right now," Lynn said, cursing herself for her lack of nerve. She couldn't bring herself to talk about what he'd done. She just couldn't.
"Okay, but if you change your mind, I'm available," Hawkins smiled.
And, with one last stroke of his cock-bulge, he strode from the room. As he pulled the door behind him, he looked back and winked at her.
Lynn moaned to herself. How could she let him get away with this after the way he had behaved? What kind of teacher was she, to permit such things? A wave of disgust went through her. But right afterwards, to her shame, there was another distinct quiver between her legs. There was moisture, she realized, on the crotch band of her panties.
She stood up, on the verge of tears, then had a thought that made her blush with embarrassment. She wanted to masturbate. She had to. She couldn't wait until she got home. The sight of Hawkins' cock had excited her more than she realized. Maybe if she relieved herself, she could forget the upset of the last half hour.
There was a small room to the left behind her desk. It was little more than a closet, really, stacked to the ceiling with textbooks. Quickly she slipped inside and pushed the door shut behind her. She leaned back against the shelves and ran her hands up under her skirt. Then she gasped out loud.
Her panties were soggy against the slit of her pussy.
A tingling sensation began in her belly as soon as she touched her cunt, and she groaned out loud, cursing herself again for her weakness.
She slipped her fingers inside the tops of her panties and quickly forced them down around her knees. Then she lifted her skirt till it was up around her waist. She spread her slender golden thighs and placed two fingers on her puffy, swollen cuntlips. She pried her pussy open harshly.
With her free hand, she began poking around in her cunt, dipping her fingers deep into the soggy, drooling fuck-hole. She was amazed at how much juice her pussy was oozing. Already her pussy hair was matted with it, and the tops of her thighs were smeared.
Her nipples were tingling inside her bra. She could feel them rock-hard and swollen inside the flimsy lace cups. With one hand still playing about her cunt, she brought up the other and quickly unbuttoned her print blouse. She tugged one bra cup off her swollen tit and tweaked the nipple. Then she released the other and repeated the treatment.
Her tits were heavy and full. They measured an even thirty-eight when she last ran a tape around them. And the nipples were amazingly long and sturdy on top of their pink puffy circles. She now cupped each tit, squeezed them harshly with her fingers. And she rubbed the stiff nipples with her thumbs, sending sparks deep into her chest.
Already she could feel a sweet climax building inside her, and she moved her fingers up her cunt slot in search of her clit. She touched her clit and immediately felt weak in the knees. She leaned more heavily against the loaded bookshelves and spread her legs wider in the cramped space.
It would only take a matter of seconds, she realized. If she wanted, she could make herself climax very quickly. But she took her time, let herself enjoy the delicious sensations running through her pussy.
And for some reason, she began thinking of Brian all over again. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it.
He was the one who'd taught her to masturbate in the first place. Each time they had sex, he first got her all oiled up and horny by playing his fingers about between her legs. And she had let him, though she was embarrassed about it. It was as daring as their sex life had ever gotten, apart from the actual fucking.
He offered to use his mouth on her pussy several times. He referred to it as "eating her out," Lynn recalled. But she hadn't let him do it. It seemed just as dirty to her as using her mouth on his cock. And she'd insisted they refrain from such perverse sex.
With a small pang, she wondered what would have happened if she'd given in to Brian and done all the things he asked. They'd still be together, she was sure. They might even be married. And she wouldn't be writhing here all alone in a school closet, finger-fucking herself.
She moaned softly. Well, it was too late now. She had to make the best of her life as it was. And if that meant jerking off in a closet, well, okay. She dug her fingers even deeper into her sizzling cunt and diddled her clit up and down as fast as she could. The sweet feelings inside her grew stronger and stronger.
Her fingers were gooey with the thick fluid oozing from her cunt. Her cuntlips were gaping wider and wider by the second. She sagged a little against the bookshelves, her knees wobbling. And she bit her bottom Up to keep from crying out loud. She didn't realize it, but her hips were humping back and forth lewdly. Her panties were stretched almost to the snapping point just below her knees.
She was teetering on the edge of orgasm, in a lovely, dreamy state, when she thought she heard a sound outside the closet.
Suddenly the door slid open, bumping her knee, and she found herself face to face with young Danny Hawkins. Her mouth dropped open and she gaped at him stupidly.
"Hi, Miss Foster," he grinned. "I knew this was what you wanted. I knew I could get you horny if I tried. Enjoying yourself?"
CHAPTER TWO
Lynn gasped and popped her fingers from her cunt. She grabbed for her panties and hose and tried to haul them up her legs. With her other arm, she tried to cover the great heaving mounds of her tits.
"Hawkins! What are you talking about! Get out of here right now! Get out! Get out!" she croaked, her mind reeling. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was like some wild nightmare.
Hawkins slipped into the closet with her and closed the door behind him. "Relax, Miss Foster. You're just doing what comes naturally. I got you horny, and now you need to get off. I understand."
"Hawkins, you're in a lot of trouble, you know that?" Lynn grunted.
She had her panties midway up her thighs, but she couldn't get them any farther. He had her pressed too tightly against the bookshelves.
"And what about the trouble you could be in if anyone found out you masturbate in school closets?" he grinned. "I could make things very tough for you ... if you aren't nice to me."
Lynn groaned. He was right. If he talked, it would be just her word against his. Since she was the teacher, people might believe her over some creepy teenaged boy, but who could afford any kind of scandal only three weeks into a new job? If this ever got out, she was finished.
"You've got terrific tits," Hawkins was saying. "I knew they'd be huge and beautiful. I could tell, right through your clothes."
He had nudged Lynn's arm out of the way and now cupped both his hands under her full, heavy tits. He hefted her tits, squeezed them, gazed at them admiringly. And Lynn had to lean back and let him. Her mind was still racing, but she could think of nothing else to do. She felt so helpless.
"If you think I'm going to let you fuck me, Hawkins, you're crazy," she said, his hands sending tingles through her tits in spite of everything. "I'd die first."
"Hey, I'm not fussy," he smiled. "There are lots of other things I'd like to do with you, Miss Foster."
And he bent down and opened his mouth. He pulled one of Lynn's half-inch-long nipples into his mouth and began sucking, circling his tongue around and around the stone-hard nipple. He kept squeezing and mauling her other tit with his hand, leaving finger marks all over it.
Again, Lynn groaned. His mouth felt wonderful on her nipple. His tongue was sending shivers down her spine. All the sweet feelings that had died down when he disturbed her were' rising up again. At this rate, she'd have her climax after all. She flushed with shame and embarrassment, but she did nothing to stop him. She let him do as he liked with his hungry, sucking mouth.
"Fantastic tits. I've never seen such long, hard nipples," he mumbled, letting her throbbing nipple slip from between his lips. He admired the wet, glistening stub for a second and then began slowly licking and kissing his way down her tit into her cleavage. He un-snapped her bra expertly so that her tits were no longer bulging crazily over the top of it. Her tits settled and separated on her chest.
He licked his way up her other tit and caught hold of her nipple with his lips. He teased it gently with his teeth, flicked it with his tongue. Then he sank his mouth down on it and began sucking just as eagerly as he had with the first tit. He tugged the nipple harshly up off its puffy pink circle of flesh. His mouth made lewd slurping sounds the whole time.
Lynn felt her belly fluttering. And, in spite of herself, she brought up her hand and cradled it gently behind his head. She held him to her tit, encouraged him to keep on sucking. And her free hand slipped back down between her legs and continued where it had left off. She found her clit and began diddling it back and forth.
Hawkins kept sucking more and more tit into his mouth. Soon his lips covered her areola, as well as her nipple, and a good portion of tit flesh besides. He was amazed at how firm and springy her tits were. And how perfectly shaped, even though they were so big.
He gave a deep groan of pleasure and pressed his body close to hers. Lynn couldn't be sure, but she thought she felt the solid bulk of his prick against her upper thigh. He still had his hard-on, it seemed. She wondered if his cock was as big and red and thick as it had been earlier.
"Mmmmm, I love your tits. I could suck them all day," he grunted, finally pulling his mouth off her nipple. There was a large wet circle around her tit where his lips had been.
He buried his face between her heaving tits and pressed them hard against his cheeks. He mumbled and muttered into her cleavage, twisting his head from side to side. Lynn still cradled his neck gently, letting him do as he wished, powerless now to stop him. Her fingers still poked about inside her cunt.
But then he was nuzzling lower, licking and kissing his way down over her rib cage and beyond. Lynn wanted to tell him to stop, to order him, but no words came out. Instead, she watched as he shoved her rumpled skirt out of the way and licked across her lower belly.
He was going to eat her pussy, she realized suddenly. He was going to do the terrible dirty thing that Brian had wanted to do two years before. And she wanted to cry out, to tell Hawkins no, that this was dirty and perverse and she wasn't going to let him do it. But all she did was watch him as he began nipping at her cunt hair with his lips.
"You've got blonde pussy hair!" he mumbled, lowering himself to his knees between her spread legs. "I knew you would have! I told the boys you were a natural blonde, but they wouldn't believe me!"
Lynn moaned softly. She didn't want to imagine what Hawkins had talked about with his crude friends. She certainly didn't want to think of what he'd tell them now about her- now that he'd seen her naked like this.
"And your cunt's all open and wet!" he went on, examining her gaping pussy eagerly. "It's kind of folding itself inside out! There's all this weird sexy skin hanging down!"
Lynn closed her eyes in shame. She had removed her fingers from her cunt and he was seeing it in a state of advanced excitement. She knew, from examining herself in the mirror after masturbating, that her cuntlips expanded grossly when she was horny, that the inner mouth of her cunt bloomed out into the open like some exotic plant. Sometimes, the flap; of her cuntlips grew nearly an inch long on each side.
"It's beautiful! Fucking beautiful!" Hawkins whispered. And he stuck out his tongue and licked one of the swollen slabs of cunt flesh.
"And so fucking wet! You must be really turned on, huh, Miss Foster?"
It was true. Lynn was as hot and horny as she'd ever been in her whole life. But she wasn't going to admit it to Hawkins. She was going to say as little as possible. For one thing, she didn't trust her voice. It might give away the crazy pleasure she was feeling. His tongue was making her cunt tingle.
"I've dreamed of sucking your cunt since the first day I saw you," he croaked. "But I never thought I'd really get to do it!"
He had placed his fingertips on either side of her wide-open pussy, on the pulpy cuntlips, and now he pried them even wider apart, so that all the bright pink skin inside her cunt was exposed. He could see the pink bud of her clit, and the folds of skin protecting it. Cunt juice was oozing down from deep inside her fuck-hole, making everything wet and shiny.
He leaned forward again and began running his tongue everywhere on the soggy folds of skin. He licked up the left side and down the right. He curled his tongue deep around the widest part of the fuck-opening. Finally, leaving the best for last, he touched the erect bud of her clit and teased it from side to side. He caught her clit between his lips and nipped at it.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Lynn gasped, clutching her fingers to the back of his head.
She began squirming against the loaded bookshelves, twisting her body around and around and mashing her cunt to his face. She held onto one shelf with her free hand, scared that her knees would buckle and she'd crumple to the floor.
Lynn couldn't believe that she was allowing this to happen, that she was letting one of her students-an arrogant asshole, at that-lick and suck her naked cunt. But even crazier was the fact that she was enjoying it. She was loving every second of the obscene act. It was giving her pleasure that she'd never dreamed of before. What was happening to her? What was going on?
Hawkins fucked his tongue deeper into her cunt, so that his nose was snorting against her cunt hair. Then he licked her clit again, and she moaned out loud. A climax was building inside her all over again. It wouldn't be long, she knew, and she'd be cumming.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she whimpered, trying her best to control herself. She wanted to yell and scream, to tell him to cram his tongue deeper. She wanted to tell him to eat her cunt till she couldn't stand it anymore.
Why had she refused to let Brian do this to her? Why had she turned him down again and again and again, till finally their relationship was breaking apart? What, exactly, was dirty and shameful about having someone eat her cunt out? She bit her bottom Up again as a wave of regret passed through her. She'd actually lost someone she cared about rather than let him lap her pussy. And now she was craving it with a young punk she didn't even like.
A great rush of pleasure ran through her and she cast her thoughts aside. This was no time for regrets. This was a time to enjoy.
And she gripped Hawkins' head closer to her crotch, damn near smothering him. She wriggled and squirmed with pleasure, but he stayed with her, never losing contact with her gaping, oozing pussy. His hands had slid up behind her and were now clawing at the tight cheeks of her ass.
"Mmmfff! Mmmmm!" he slobbered, chewing on her cunt as if it were his last meal. His mouth, his chin, his cheeks were all smeared and shiny with the grease from her cunt. His lips made loud wet slurping sounds.
Lynn took a deep breath. She gripped one hand to her naked tit and squeezed harshly. Then she was whimpering and moaning crazily, her voice catching again and again and again. She was cumming, her cunt and belly twitching with feeling. Her thighs opened and closed around Hawkins' ears, like a nutcracker. She closed her eyes and rolled her head about on her shoulders.
"Mmmfff! Mmmmm!" Hawkins mumbled, squashing his mouth onto her cunt. His tongue had trapped her clit and was circling it eagerly. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks and held her to him.
It took every effort for Lynn not to scream out loud. The feelings washing through her were just so powerful. She couldn't remember ever cumming so strongly, even when masturbating, even when Brian's cock was inside her cunt, fucking away. And the sensations went on and on. Just when they seemed to be easing, another wave of pleasure would go through her. She squirmed wildly against the bookshelves.
Finally, she wriggled so much she slipped down low against the shelves, her knees bent wide. Hawkins stayed with her, but he was almost lying on the floor in front of her. He went right on chewing her cunt, determined not to let her get away. , "Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh, fuck!" Lynn whimpered, amazed that the four-letter word had come from her mouth. She sagged lower against Hawkins' mouth, her legs split wide.
After what seemed to her like ten or twelve minutes, the sweet sensations began to fade a little. She began to regain some control of herself. But she still felt like jelly inside, and she didn't trust herself to stand up straight. She was practically sitting on Hawkins' face, and his tongue was deep inside her pussy.
"So good, so good, so good," she murmured. And she ran her fingers tenderly through Hawkins' hair.
He lifted his greasy face from her crotch when he figured she had finally quit cumming. "You enjoyed that, huh? I knew you would. I knew you loved raunchy sex as soon as I saw you."
Lynn looked at him but didn't say anything. Deep down inside, did she really crave this kind of dirty, kinky sex? Had she been kidding herself for all these years about wanting it always to be romantic, in the dark, in bed, with a man she loved?
"And now it's my turn," he was saying, climbing up from the floor. "My balls are aching, after all this action. My cock feels like a fucking steel bar."
Lynn was snapped from her trance. What was he talking about? She watched with dazed eyes as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and shoved his pants and shorts down below his knees. His cock, a good nine inches long and as thick as her wrist, bounced up and down in front of her. His prick stuck out and down a little from his patch of dark crotch hair, and a small vein throbbed in its side.
"I'm ready to shoot a load right now," he went on quietly. "This shouldn't take very long."
And, before Lynn could react, he had gripped his prick in his fist and was rubbing it around and around on her left tit. She was still in a half-squat against the bookshelves, and it was no trouble for him to do this. He put one hand on her shoulder and kept her where she was. And around and around on her bulging tit he steered his hard cock. It already oozed pre-cum all over her areola.
"Hawkins, what are you doing? My God!" Lynn muttered, watching as he poked her stiff nipple with his cockhead. The piss-slit seeped a glob of slime onto her nipple.
"You say you won't fuck me, and that's all right with me," he grunted. "I just want to do dirty things to these gorgeous big tits of yours. I want to fuck your big bouncing tits. I want to shoot hot cum all over them."
Lynn swayed back on her haunches. One part of her was shocked and disgusted at what he was saying. One part of her wanted to get up and run away. But another part was feeling a lewd, dirty thrill at what he was suggesting, and she knew she was going to stay right where she was. Tit-fucking. She'd never before imagined anything so dirty, so kinky ... so exciting.
"Big, beautiful tits. I want to rub my cock all over them," Hawkins was saying. And he was doing just that, prodding her firm tit flesh with his hard-on and steering it around and around her nipple.
He pressed his purple cockhead onto the nipple and forced it in on itself. Then he rubbed around it some more. Finally he traced his cock-head over her cleavage and up onto her other tit. He repeated his little games here too, coating her lush tits with clear trails of cock-slime. He bent his knees and moved up and down slightly, not quite humping her.
"Press your tits together over my cock," he said suddenly. "Like this. I want to fuck 'em."
He had lodged his prick in the deep trough of her cleavage, and now he shoved her tits together on either side of his cock, showing her what he wanted. Still in a daze, Lynn did as he told her, replacing his hands with hers. She pressed her tits together hard, trapping his rock-hard cock in between. Almost at once, Hawkins began pumping up and down, fucking her tits harshly.
"Oh yeah, that feels so nice," he moaned. "These tits are perfect for fucking. So firm. So fucking big!"
Up and down he drove his prick, and Lynn stared down and watched as the big purple cock-head emerged again and again from the tunnel of her tits. It was the strangest sensation in the world. His cock felt like some thick pole lunging against her chest. She could feel every bump and ripple in the huge prick.
For no reason at all, she suddenly thought of her old boyfriend Brian again. What if he could see her now, squatting nearly naked in a school closet, letting a student ram his cock up and down between her tits? What would he think of her, after all the times she'd turned down his requests for a little variation in their sex lives? What a weird turn her life had taken in the last half hour.
"It won't take long, Miss Foster," Hawkins grunted, his ass pumping up and down. "I'm gonna cum real soon. Gonna spray your big beautiful tits with hot cock-cream!"
Lynn glanced up at him anxiously. Then she lowered her head again and concentrated on the big cock fucking between her tits. He was reaming his prick back and forth crazily now, and he had pressed his hands down over hers, forcing her to keep up the pressure on his pistoning prick. His heavy balls kept slapping against her rib cage.
"Here it is, baby! Wait for it!" he grunted. And he gave an extra-hard lunge of his cock.
Lynn felt a huge wad of something wet and gooey splash under her chin and then flow in a warm stream all over her neck. It was his cum, she realized dazedly, his jism jetting into the hollow of her neck. She looked down, but for the moment couldn't see anything. Then the first trickles of white cum came into view, drooling down on either side of her tits.
"Cumming, baby! Spurting hot juicy cum all over your big tits!" he growled.
And another huge jet of jism shot from his cocktip and splattered under Lynn's chin. Her neck and shoulders were suddenly awash with silver cum-slime. Thick streams of spunk were rolling steadily down the lush slope of her tits.
He reared back, let his cock spring free of her cleavage. He folded his fist over the drooling cockshaft and began milking it, jerking off over Lynn's tits. A huge stream of cum spurted free and draped itself over both tits like a piece of ribbon. It slopped down into the hollow between her tit mounds and rolled down over her rib cage.
"Jerk me off! Jerk me off all over your big tits!" he croaked. And even while another blast of cum shot across her left tit, he was handing his spurting prick to Lynn.
She raised her hand and took hold of the youth's cock without question. It didn't occur to her to refuse. And then, with slow steady tugs on his prick, she did as she was told. She watched while jet after jet of steaming jism splashed out over both her tits. She even tilted the cock from side to side, aiming it in a way, so that nearly every last inch of her chest was covered with cum.
"Yeah! Oh, fuck, yeah!" he groaned, watching as her tits were soiled with jet after jet of slime. "Cumming all over your big bouncing tits!"
His cock shot one more streamer of cum just above her right nipple. The wad split in two and poured down on either side of the hard stub. Lynn kept priming his prick for a while longer, her fingers slimy and stuck together with cum. Finally, she let it go and stared down at her chest, scarcely believing that he had shot off so much cum.
She was splattered with silver jizz from her chin to her belly. Her neck, her shoulders, her rib cage were all streaked and soiled with cock-cream. Her tits looked like they'd been glazed. They were completely coated with a thick layer of steaming cum. Strings of cum hung off her nipples.
"Sorry if I messed you up, Miss Foster, but I just had to fuck your tits," Hawkins moaned. His softening cock hung down from his crotch.
Lynn didn't answer. She had raised her hands and cupped her soiled tits tenderly. Now, as he watched, she began running her fingers through the thick layers of jizz. She was playing with the warm slime, coating herself with it, massaging cum into her skin like it was lotion. The white jizz squished through her fingers erotically.
CHAPTER THREE
When she got home, Lynn stood under a hot shower for forty minutes, scrubbing herself. She soaped up her neck and tits again and again, making sure she washed away all the dried cum stains. But she couldn't scrub out the memory of what she'd done. That kept racing through her head over and over.
She couldn't believe she'd let young Hawkins do such dirty things to her, even if he had caught her in an embarrassing position. It went against everything she thought was right. All her life, she'd believed the only way to have sex was with someone she loved, in bed, in the dark, with the man on top. If she couldn't have this, then once in a while it was okay to finger-fuck herself.
Now, within an afternoon, she'd let a creepy boy, one of her students, lick and suck her pussy. She'd let him fuck her tits with his big thick cock and she'd watched as he jerked off all over them. She'd even helped him, and later played her fingers through his cum. She'd enjoyed a dirty and disgusting side of sex.
In a way, this worried her much more than the thought of Danny Hawkins blabbing about what she had let him do. She was concerned that if he came on to her again, she might welcome him with open arms. She couldn't trust herself. Danny Hawkins was an attractive fellow, after all. And, since he'd flunked a couple of grades, he was only a few years younger than she was. What if she let herself get into a steady sexual relationship with him? It would be crazy.
But she needed cock. She realized that now more than ever. If she'd learned nothing else this afternoon, she'd learned this about herself. The question was, how could she get it without risk of losing her job? Could she get it from someone other than the creepy Hawkins?
Already in these first three weeks in the school, several single male teachers had asked her out on dates. She turned them all down, preferring to settle into her new position first before doing any socializing. And besides, up until today, she'd wanted to avoid sex at all costs.
Now this had all changed. And she found herself thinking about two men in particular who had made plays for her. Maybe, if she got herself involved with one of them, she'd be less in Hawkins' power. She'd be able to free herself of him in some way. At least she wouldn't need him for sex.
One of the men she crossed off the list right away. His name was Jack Petrie and he was a part-time counselor and basketball coach. He was also something of a pervert and weirdo, if the stories Lynn had heard about him were true. He would fuck anything that moved, apparently, and had done something strange to a fresh young female teacher only the semester before. She'd been so upset she'd quit and left town.
The other fellow, a math teacher named Paul Craig, was more promising. He was fairly young, like herself, and he seemed sensitive and quiet.
He had asked her out earlier in the week, and Lynn decided to take him up on his offer, if he was still interested. She needed to see someone, anyone, if only to keep herself out of trouble.
As soon as she had showered and dressed, she phoned Paul and invited him to dinner at her apartment on the following evening. He was obviously surprised to hear from her, but he sounded pleased and flattered at her offer. He accepted right away and said he'd be over around seven.
* * *
The next day was Saturday, and Lynn spent part of it shopping for a new dress, something she hadn't treated herself to in a year and a half. She surprised herself by choosing one with a plunging neckline. It was cut low enough to let her lovely thirty-eight-inch tits ooze out lewdly. She couldn't wear a bra with it, and she found herself excited at the prospect.
Paul showed up on time, with a bottle of wine and flowers. And they had a pleasant time getting to know each other better over dinner. The more they talked, the happier Lynn was that she'd chosen him over the other men who had shown an interest in her. He was obviously a real gentleman.
Of course he couldn't keep his eyes off her tits, which bulged from her dress as if they would spring free any second.
She found herself enjoying the attention, and whenever possible she leaned down and gave him an even better view of her tits. The rich inner swells were clearly visible, and occasionally the pink circles surrounding her nipples would come into view.
After dinner, she made a point of sitting close to Paul on the couch, and she was a little surprised after another hour of polite conversation that he didn't make a pass at her. He was a gentleman, all right. He seemed perfectly content looking at her tits but not touching.
Finally, after another glass of wine, she casually let the strap of her dress slip off her shoulder. Her left tit was suddenly out in the open, and he had a perfect view of her stiffening nipple and her puffy pink areola. His eyes bulged at the sight.
"This is a new dress. It doesn't cover me very well, does it?" she teased. And she made no move to cover herself up. "Do you like it? Do you think it's pretty?"
"It's beautiful. I love it," Paul groaned, his eyes glued to her stubby, nut-brown nipple. Still, he made no move to touch her, though he was damn near foaming at the mouth.
Lynn laughed. "And how about this? Do you think this is pretty?" she went on. She took hold of Paul's hand and brought it up to her tit. She forced his palm down over her still-stiffening nipple.
"God, yes!" he croaked. "Lynn, you're beautiful! Everything about you is so sexy! I'm crazy about you!"
He squeezed her tit in his fingers, gently but firmly. And he brushed his thumb across the stub of her nipple. It grew even longer at his touch, till it was jutting up from her areola over half an inch.
"Would you like to see the other one? Would you like to play with them?" she purred. And before he could answer, she slipped her other dress strap off her shoulder and let her right tit flop into view.
Paul groaned as if he were in pain. And he brought up his other hand and cupped it over the lush tit. He began massaging both tits softly, rolling them around and around, pressing them back onto her chest. He flicked both her erect nipples with his thumbs.
"Oh yes, that feels so' nice. Feel them. Squeeze them like that," Lynn moaned. The dress had slipped all the way down around her hips. She was now naked from the waist up but for a string of pearls around her neck.
"So beautiful! And so big!" Paul murmured, still massaging her heaving tits. "I've never seen nipples so long and stiff!"
"Would you like to kiss them? Would you like to suck them?" Lynn cooed. "Go ahead, if you like. I want you to."
She thrust out both tits proudly. And with a quick glance into her face, he lowered his head and opened his mouth. He licked one nipple quickly, circled it with his tongue, and then sank his lips down over it. He began sucking it just as eagerly as young Hawkins had the day before.
Lynn moaned softly and closed her eyes. She let her head roll about on her shoulders and eased herself back on the couch. Paul followed her, never letting his mouth slip off her erect nipple. He was still squeezing both her tits gently, kneading the flesh with his fingers.
Lynn lay back and enjoyed the sensation of , having her tits sucked. But she didn't stay passive for long. Her hand began roaming down over Paul's chest and belly. And before she realized what she was doing, she was playing her lingers over the swelling bulge of his crotch. Through his pants, she could feel the heat of his cock and balls.
"Yes, Lynn! Yes!" he grunted, moving his mouth over to her other nipple. He twisted his waist so that she would have better access to his crotch.
Her fingers unsnapped his belt and unzipped his fly. And, while he went right on sucking her nipple, she used both hands to force his pants open and down off his hips. She caught a quick glance at the bulge in his shorts and her heart skipped a beat. Paul Craig was obviously very excited, already.
Quickly, she slid her hand into his shorts and her fingers curled automatically around the solid pole of his prick. It felt like it was six or seven inches long and still growing. She squeezed his cock tenderly. She tried to pump his prick up and down once or twice but found it difficult in the confines of his shorts.
"You're hard already! Your cock's so big and hard!" she hissed. With her free hand, she was struggling to get his shorts down off the swelling prick. She wasn't having much luck.
"Is it any wonder?" Paul groaned, spitting out her grossly swollen nipple. "God, I could cum just looking at these tits!"
He began licking her tits, coating them with a fine film of saliva. And Lynn smiled to herself. Men sure did seem to find her tits exciting, she thought. Then she slipped lower on the couch, and her tits separated and heaved on her chest like great mounds of gelatin.
"I can't get your cock out! It's stuck!" she complained.
And she reluctantly let go of his prick and set about peeling down his shorts with both hands. She had to have a cock inside her soon. Her pussy was oozing slime into her panties again. She could feel it.
He arched his body to make things easier for her, and she hauled down on his shorts eagerly. His cock was caught under the elastic, and it bent down painfully for a second. But suddenly his prick snapped free and thwacked against his belly. Lynn shoved his pants and shorts nearly to his knees.
"It's so big! It's so big and beautiful!" she groaned. And she clutched her fingers around his cock again and began pumping it up and down.
It occurred to her suddenly that never in her whole life had she been this eager for sex. She'd never taken the initiative like this. She had always remained passive. Even with her boyfriend Brian, she had never grabbed his cock this way.
Now here she was, clutching at the erect cock of a man she barely knew, jerking him off shamelessly, getting him ready for the moment when he would bury his oozing prick deep inside her pussy. She wasn't being shy about it. She was beginning to express herself sexually for the first time. It was an exciting feeling.
"Paul, undress me all the way," she urged suddenly. "Pull my dress off. Pull down my panties. Make love to me."
She smiled at the last phrase. What she really wanted to say was: "Fuck me! Cram your big cock inside me and fuck me till I can't stand up!" But no matter how eager she was, she was still too modest to use such language.
Paul had spit out her raw, jutting nipple. And now, while she yanked steadily on his still-growing prick, he caught hold of her dress and pulled it down. She raised her ass obligingly and the dress slid off her hips and down her legs. He draped it over the back of the couch.
"God, you're gorgeous. I've never seen such a stunning body," he croaked.
Lynn was wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties, and he took a second to study the perfection of her gorgeous figure. Her thirty-eight-inch tits, with their three-quarter-inch nipples jutting high into the air, her trim little waist, which could have measured no more than twenty-two inches, her gently rounded hips tapering into two perfectly shaped slender thighs. He groaned with lust at the sight of her.
"Pull down my panties! Tear them off, Paul!" she pleaded. And she raised her ass high in the air for him, so that there was a deep arch in her back. "Make love to me hard! Please!"
He studied the blonde triangle of her pussy mound through her sheer lace panties. Then, before removing them, he leaned down and planted a wet kiss on the slit of her cunt. Her pussylips had spread already, and had oozed out cunt juice onto the crotch band. He licked and sucked at her cunt through the sheer material, driving her crazy.
"Paul, please! Pull them off! Pull down my panties! I need your cock inside me! I need it so bad!" Her voice sounded desperate now.
His cock twitched in her hand at her words. And already his balls ached for release. But for a second or two he couldn't resist licking her pussy some more. He just couldn't stop himself. He licked and sucked until her cunt was clearly visible through the sheer black material. Her cuntlips were gaping open.
"Please, Paul! Please!" she repeated. "I need you inside me! I want your cock between my legs!"
Her ass was still raised up off the couch, and he hooked his fingers into her panties and hauled them down. He pulled them off and tossed them onto the coffee table. Then he positioned himself squarely between her outspread legs and tried to take hold of his cock.
But Lynn still had a firm grip on his prick. She was squeezing it in her fist and pulling it down toward her open cunt. And she was whimpering the whole time, like a spoiled little girl. His cock was a good eight inches long now. It jutted out through her fingers solidly.
"Push it inside me! Shove your big cock deep inside me!" she muttered. She pressed the purple head of his prick against the gaping pink lips of her cunt.
Paul eased forward, and his cockhead and four inches of cockshaft were sucked into her cunt at one go. She bucked her hips higher and the rest of his cock fucked in effortlessly. His balls nestled between her thighs. All eight inches of cockmeat were buried deep inside her pussy.
"Yes! Oh, yes! It feels so good!" she whimpered. And she began to wriggle and hump underneath him. She hooked her long legs over his haunches and clawed his ass cheeks with her fingers.
"Lynn, take it easy!" he warned. "Slow down, or I'll cum right away!"
But Lynn was already in a world of her own. "Deep inside me! I feel your cock so deep inside me!" she moaned.
She humped against him like a wild woman, smacking her belly against his again and again. And, even before they had a proper rhythm going, he felt the heaviness grow in his balls. Her cunt was sucking at his cock, squeezing it tightly. He knew he couldn't last long, not at this rate.
He tried to think of other things, but it was impossible. Her warm, soggy cunt was massaging his prick crazily, and each time he lunged forward he thought he would explode. Her thighs squeezed against him. Her big lush tits pressed into his chest, the rock-hard nipples scratching his skin. She was glaring up at him with her big blue eyes.
"I could fuck all night like this. I could just fuck all night!" she moaned.
"Lynn, if you don't slow down, I'm going to cum. I'm just too far gone already," he warned, easing up on his cock-thrusts into her cunt. "I can't hold back."
"I love it. I just love it," she grunted, barely listening to him. Each time she lunged upwards, she could feel his prick drilling deep into her fuck-hole.
Suddenly he gave off a great long moan. His balls felt like they were melting. Then he began pistoning back and forth crazily between her legs, fucking his cock up her cunt again and again to the hilt. He had lost all control. His ass rose and fell wildly.
"Cumming . . . cumming . . . cumming!" he gasped.
For the first time, his words seemed to get through to Lynn, and her eyes searched his face anxiously. She even paused in mid-hump underneath him. Then she felt the first great squirting sensation inside her. She knew he had shot out a great wad of cum up her cunt.
"No! Please, no! Don't cum!" she begged, gripping her hands to his shoulders. "Don't cum! Please! Not yet!"
He buried his prick inside her one more time. But before he could spurt a second wad of jizz, he was pulling back, withdrawing, letting his twitching cock slip from the soggy gash of her pussy. He rammed his fucker forward over the mound of her cunt and his cockhead nosed her belly.
Then his prick flexed and shot a jet of cum two feet long across her navel and up between her tits. The two of them watched it, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing. They watched as the silver cum spread across her rib cage and poured off her belly.
"No! Oh please, no! Don't cum yet!" Lynn repeated hopelessly.
And, even as she spoke, another long jet of jizz spurted across her belly before dashing against her left tit.
He was humping back and forth steadily, rubbing his prick against her pussy mound. And again and again he spurted jets of cum over her brown belly. She was soon streaked with the stuff. Her rib cage, her belly, and the lower swells of her tits glistened with white cock cream.
"No. Please no," she moaned. "Put it back inside me. Fuck me some more."
She humped her crotch up at him several times, but it was hopeless. She gripped his arms and stared down at her messy, cum-streaked body. She watched his cockhead ooze the last silver dregs into her pussy hair.
And when he finally slumped to one side and laid his head on her shoulder, she began to whimper softly. Her cunt felt so empty and tingly. Already, his big cock was softening into a fat limp noodle against her thigh.
"Why did you pull out?" she whispered, scooping his cock into her hand and squeezing it.
"You said not to cum. I thought you didn't want me to cum inside you," he answered lazily. "Are you mad that I came all over you?"
Lynn sighed. "I'm not mad. Just disappointed. Look at this thing. Are you going to be able to get it up again soon? I haven't gotten off yet."
Paul watched as she squeezed his limp prick in her fingers, and silver cum oozed from the cockhead.
"I don't know. I could try," he yawned. But already his head had grown heavy on her shoulder.
"And what if you can't?" she pouted. "What am I supposed to do, jerk myself off?"
CHAPTER FOUR
As it turned out, Lynn did have to jerk herself off before the night was over. She got Paul into bed eventually, but he fell into a deep sleep and she couldn't rouse him, no matter how she snuggled up against him or played with his cock. Finally, after tossing and turning for the better part of two hours, she brought herself off with her fingers. By this time, she'd had enough of Paul Craig to last her for a while.
When she woke up around ten, he was gone, and she wasn't really sorry. She wouldn't have minded giving him a second chance with an early-morning fuck, but if he was going to climax so quickly, what was the point? He left her a loving note saying how much he had enjoyed the evening, and how he hoped to see her soon, but she tore it up. The night had not put her in a very good mood.
To make things even worse, it was Sunday- and raining hard.
She was faced with a whole day of restlessness and frustration. For the first time, finger-fucking hadn't really satisfied the itch deep inside her cunt. She was still tingling and on edge. She found herself pacing back and forth through her apartment after breakfast, like a cat. Every few minutes, she would look at her watch, as if she expected something to happen.
Finally it occurred to her that the best thing she could do was school work. And if she concentrated real hard, maybe she could keep her mind off sex for an hour or two. It would mean driving over to the school. After her wild session with Hawkins on Friday, she'd forgotten to bring any work home with her. But she needed to get out, anyway.
By shortly after noon, she was comfortably settled in the school staff room, her papers all around her on the huge communal table there. She had let herself in with a pass key and was completely alone in the big building. Perfect surroundings for a full afternoon's work, she thought, as she zipped through first one, then another student paper.
Only occasionally was there a twinge between her legs, and she was reminded of the recent changes in her life.
She had had sex with two different males in a little over twenty-four hours, she mused. She would never have predicted such a thing happening to her in a million years. What would Brian think of her now?
She forced herself to concentrate on her papers, and in a little over two hours she had plowed her way through all but a handful. She was pleasantly surprised that she was able to keep her mind on what she was doing. But then as soon as she sat back in her chair and relaxed for a moment, images of cum-spurting cocks sneaked back into her head.
She was daydreaming about how good Paul's cock had felt deep in her cunt, when she thought she heard footsteps far off down the hall. She blushed suddenly, as if someone had caught her thinking out loud. Then she waited quietly as the footsteps grew louder. They stopped right outside the door.
Then the door swung open and Jack Petrie breezed noisily into the room.
"Well, what have we here?" he grinned. "The pretty new teacher working on Sunday? Getting the jump on the rest of us, are you?"
Lynn blushed. She couldn't help recalling that she'd considered Jack Petrie in her list of possible dates. Would he have done any better than Paul Craig? He couldn't have done much worse.
"I'm just catching up," she murmured. "I don't seem to have enough time for marking these days."
"No? Too busy dating all the horny male teachers, I suppose?"
He sounded really pissed off and sarcastic, and Lynn remembered that she had been very brusque in turning him down when he asked her out two weeks earlier. He had quite a reputation with the ladies, after all, and at the time the last thing Lynn was interested in was fucking.
"As a matter of fact, yes," she said defiantly. "I was with Paul Craig last night. We had a very nice evening."
"Yeah? With that wimp?" he sneered. There was real surprise in his voice.
He leaned against a cabinet across the room from her and folded his arms across his chest. He watched her closely, his gaze dropping to her tits, which bulged out the front of her T-shirt. He was obviously sizing her up, imagining her without her clothes on. And he didn't seem to give a damn that she knew it.
Lynn blushed, in spite of herself, and she looked down at the papers in front of her. She didn't know what to say to this man. He scared her a bit. Or at least, his reputation did. She felt like an inexperienced little girl around him. And what really bothered her was that she found him very sexy and appealing.
"And what's the wimp Craig got that I haven't?" he sneered. "Does he have a fourteen-inch cock?"
Lynn flushed an even deeper shade of red. But she was determined to say something, to stand up to this aggressive male if she could. She didn't want him to push her around.
"There are more important things in a relationship than the size of a man's. . . cock," she muttered, almost stumbling over the last word.
"Yeah? Like what?" Petrie grinned. He reached under his sweat shirt to rub his belly. He was wearing matching sweat pants, and there was a solid bulge curving down his thigh from his crotch.
"Lots of things," Lynn stated. But right then she couldn't think of any.
Petrie strode casually around the huge table and leaned on its edge, right next to her chair. Then, before she could react, he quickly slipped his sweat pants down around his knees. He was wearing no underwear, and his huge cock flopped into view in front of her.
"I asked you. What could be more important than a ten-inch cock?" he grinned. "I bet old Paul Craig doesn't even come close to that, does he?"
Lynn looked away, shocked at his gross action. But almost at once her eyes returned to the guy's huge cock. It acted like a magnet on her. She just couldn't ignore a cock like that. She didn't believe it possible that a cock could be so big, so thick, so ugly.
It really did seem to measure about ten inches, and it was obviously far from erect. There was a certain stiffness to it. His prick pointed out and down at the floor fairly solidly. But it didn't appear excited or erect at all. His big fucker just hung there, all heavy and dark brown and thick.
"Well? Could Paul Craig measure up to that?" he repeated, obviously proud of his huge prick. "Be honest now. Could he?"
Lynn moistened her lips and tried to speak, but no words would come out. His prick was only about a foot away from her face. And she suddenly remembered how her old boyfriend Brian had stood in front of her like this, urging her to suck his cock, how she had turned away, disgusted.
But now she had no desire to turn away, even though this cock didn't belong to Brian, but to some arrogant asshole she didn't even like. Her heart lurched and she blushed with shame as she realized what she wanted to do. She wanted to take Petrie's cock in her hand. And she wanted to put it in her mouth. She even wanted to try sucking his prick. God, what was happening to her?
"What's the matter? Never seen a cock before?" he smiled. "Or never seen a ten-incher before? You can touch it if you want. Go ahead."
Lynn turned her head away in shame, but he leaned forward, and the gross purple head of his cock poked her cheek. Instead of springing up from her seat and dashing from the room, she sat there quite willingly, letting him do what he liked. The cockhead felt strange and incredibly exciting against her face.
"Come on, baby, don't be shy," he murmured, encouraged that she wasn't resisting. "How about a little kiss for my nice ten-incher? Don't say you don't find it appealing. I know you do."
He was moving his body gently back and forth now alongside her, and his monstrous cock was being dragged up her cheek to her temple, then down her face to the corner of her mouth. Suddenly, without thinking, Lynn angled her head slightly toward him, and her red lips grazed the bulk of his cockshaft in a half-kiss.
"Yeah, that's it little lady. Don't be shy. Kiss my big cock," he encouraged. "You won't regret it. You'll make a friend for life."
He had moved around slightly so that he was more in front of her. And now, as he slid his cock back and forth, her pursed lips moved along its length, as if she were playing a harmonica. Her lipstick smeared off onto the solid brown cockshaft.
"Mmmmm, Mr. Petrie this is silly," she mumbled. But still she didn't move from her chair. Her heart was pounding.
"You love it though, don't you? I can tell," he laughed. "Don't worry, you're not the first to find my ten-inch fucker irresistible."
He had cradled her face in his hands, and now he was directly in front of her. He let his prick angle upwards, till it rested along the left side of her face. Then he moved gently and let it roll from side to side, from cheek to cheek. His cock bumped over her nose oddly.
"Lick it. Stick out your tongue and lick the underside of my cock," he urged, scarcely believing his good luck.
Lynn hesitated only a moment. Then her tongue poked out and traced softly along the seam on the underside of his cock. She could feel its heat, its hardness, and a dirty thrill went through her. She realized that slowly, bit by bit, she was entering an area of sex that she'd shunned all her life. It was a dirty, forbidden area that suddenly interested her.
"That's nice. Lick my cock. Kiss it," he soothed.
And he felt the wonderful soft pads of her lips and tongue working their way up the underside of his prick. The cockshaft was growing slowly, and before long he'd have his maximum size. He would enjoy burying every last bloated inch down this stuck-up bitch's throat.
"Mmmfff," Lynn slurped, staring up at him with her big blue eyes. His cock felt so heavy propped up against her face.
She was enjoying herself. She never would have thought it possible, but she was. She curled her tongue this way and that on the huge prick, wetting its underside up almost as far as the prickhead, and then down nearly to the bloated balls. Her hands came up to clutch at the backs of his thighs. The upper part of the cock rolled from side to side across her forehead.
"Now the balls," he said suddenly. "Use your tongue all over my aching nuts. Make 'em good and wet."
She brought her hand around, touched his cock with her fingers for the first time. She held it up and out of the way, amazed at the heat and the hardness of it. Then she turned her attention to the huge dangling sac of his balls.
His balls were so big, almost the size of eggs, and they hung there heavily in their crinkled, hairy pouch. Slowly, with her heart pounding, she bent forward and stuck out her tongue. With the tip, she touched first one ball, then the other. She felt each one shift inside the pouch.
"Yeah, that's beautiful. Lick them balls," he encouraged. "Use your sweet little mouth all over my hot aching nuts."
For the first time, Lynn realized she wasn't disgusted by the way he was talking to her. She wasn't offended at the bad language. In fact, she found it strangely arousing. Already she could feel her pussy growing moist. Would Petrie fuck her after she'd gotten him good and hard with her mouth? Would she finally get the hot fuck she'd been yearning for since Friday? Her belly quivered at the thought.
She began licking his balls in earnest, scraping her pink tongue every which way on the wrinkled, velvety pouch. And as the balls shifted this way and that she found herself chasing each one in turn, twisting her head and snuffling about between his legs like some wild woman. Bit by bit, she coated his entire ball sac with saliva, till it was shining. The hairs sprouting from the pouch were speckled with spit.
"Suck them. Take my balls in your mouth and suck them hard," he urged suddenly, his voice shaky. "I want to feel my hot balls in your sweet sucking mouth!"
Lynn groaned with excitement. She placed her outstretched tongue beneath one bloated ball and raised it slightly. Then she let it roll forward till it plopped effortlessly between her lips. She closed her mouth around it and began to suck, drawing the loose skin of his ball sac taut.
"Oh baby, you've no idea how good that feels," he moaned. "Use your tongue like that. Yeah. Suck my balls!"
Lynn did as she was told, rolling his ball around in her mouth and teasing it with her tongue. She could tell by the tone of his voice that she was driving him crazy, and she felt an odd surge of power over him. She gazed up at him with her huge blue eyes, studied his face closely.
"What a mouth! Where did you learn to suck balls like that?" he croaked. But he obviously didn't want an answer. He didn't want her to stop sucking his balls.
Without realizing it, Lynn had begun to pump his enormous prick in her hand. She was squeezing his cock and jacking it up and down slowly. And it was still thickening in her fingers, growing to throbbing hardness. Before long, his hard-on soared up through her fist in a solid thirteen-inch column.
"The other one, baby. Suck the other one," he groaned.
But already Lynn had spit out his first ball and moved over to the other, quickly slipping it between her lips. The freshly sucked ball shone brightly in the light, as if it had just been glazed.
"I've had my balls sucked by the best, baby," he grunted. "But never like this. You're the best little ball-sucker I've ever come across."
He was leaning against the big table, his sweat pants down around his knees, his shirt held up out of the way against his belly. And he gazed down at the beautiful young teacher in amazement. She was always so prim and proper in school. There was something almost virginal about her. Yet here she was, sucking his balls like an expert whore. A quiver went through him.
"You ready to suck cock now? You ready to take thirteen inches of stiff cockmeat deep in your gullet?" he groaned. His balls felt numb and heavy, and he was worried he'd spurt too soon. He had to get her away from his balls.
"Does it feel nice?" she smiled, spitting out his dripping ball. "Does it feel nice to have me suck your balls?"
She sounded genuinely curious, and he laughed nervously at her. She was like some eager teenager having her first taste of sex in the back seat of a car. Her eyes were wide and innocent and full of wonder.
"Baby, it feels so good, I'm going to spray your pretty face with spunk if you don't quit. Try sucking cock for a while. I think I can control myself better if you do that."
Lynn eyed his monster hard-on nervously. She could have curled both her fists around it and still have had several inches to spare. How would she ever get such a thing in her mouth?
Surely she'd gag. Surely it would choke her. It was like the prick of a horse or a bull, not a man.
"Go ahead. Don't be scared," he soothed. "I know it's big, but you can do it. Go ahead. Suck my cock."
Lynn's ears burned. These were the exact words Brian had used two years before. Then, she'd found them so disgusting. Now, they sounded so exciting, so challenging. His prick was a monster. It looked like it would kill her. But she wanted to suck his cock more than anything in the world. Her mouth watered at the thought.
"It's so big. I'm not sure I can take much of it," she murmured, eyeing the purple cockhead.
She held his prick directly in front of her face, lined it up with her half-open mouth.
"Take what you can. I don't expect you to suck the whole fucking thing."
Lynn glanced into his face one last time. Then, with a final quick guilty thought about Brian, she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. But before she could enclose the purple cockhead, his piss-slit winked open and oozed out a pearl of clear pre-cum. It hung there for a second then rolled down to hang from the underside of the cock.
"It's leaking! Your cock's leaking sperm!" she pouted, halfway expecting it to begin spurting in her face. "Are you going to cum?"
"It's just seminal fluid, you silly twat. Go ahead. Suck it."
"But what if you cum in my mouth? What if you start ejaculating?"
"I probably will, later. And you'll like it and suck down every drop, if I tell you to. Go ahead, suck my cock!"
Lynn nearly swooned with lust. The thought of a man spurting cum into her mouth was just too dirty and exciting for words. She tried to imagine what it would be like, having a cock the size of Petrie's shooting cum down her throat. Was she really supposed to swallow all his jizz? What would it taste like?
Hesitantly, she curled out her tongue and scooped off the fat blob of pre-cum hanging from the cockhead. She smacked her lips, but couldn't decide what the thick slime tasted like. She watched to see if more goo would appear.
"Suck it, you stupid cunt!" he growled suddenly, and he folded his fist over hers and shoved his hips forward. His huge cockhead slid into the oval of her lips and bumped the roof of her mouth.
"Mmmfff!" Lynn protested. But it was too late. His cock was in her mouth.
He moved forward some more, and another two inches of solid cockmeat slid between her lips. Her eyes gaped wide with shock, but she didn't complain. Her nostrils flared as she snorted in air. Her cheeks hollowed then ballooned as she began sucking without thinking. She stared at his hairy belly as she sucked.
"That's it! Suck it! Suck it hard!" he urged. And he began pumping his hips back and forth steadily, fucking her face with slow, even movements. Another two inches of cockshaft disappeared into her face.
Her lips were stretched tautly around the obscene bulk of his cock, and beneath his fingers her fist clutched the prickshaft in panic. His cockhead was blocking the back of her throat.
"Breathe through your nose! Relax!" he ordered, backing off a little.
Then he thrust forward again, fucking maybe five inches of prick into her mouth. He had a sudden urge to bury all thirteen inches deep down her throat, but he knew he had to hold back.
Lynn moaned, her eyes rolling. For the first time, she was frightened, wondering if she'd get through this without choking.
Slowly, though, she began moving her mouth up and down in time with his cock-thrusts. Her lips, so soft and full, slid along the length of his huge bloated cockshaft, till she was taking maybe half of it in at each gulp. She could feel every bump and vein in the cock, every last ripple.
"Nice. Real nice. I knew you'd be a great little cock-sucker," he grunted, caressing her face with his fingers. He could feel her cheeks hollowing and swelling as she sucked.
Cock-sucker. The word blazed itself into Lynn's mind. It was true. She was a cock-sucker now. She was actually sucking cock and enjoying the lewd, dirty thrill of it. And she was sucking the cock of a man she barely knew and didn't even like. Why had she ever refused to do this for Brian?
"Suck it, bitch! Suck my big hard-on!" Petrie croaked, fucking his cock in and out of her ravaged mouth. "One day, I'll get you in bed. Then I'll give you all thirteen inches. This is just an appetizer."
Back and forth he humped his ass, feeding her seven inches of bloated cock on each fuck-stroke. She clutched the base of his prick in her hand and his fingers were folded over hers tightly. Together, they squeezed and pumped his prick. He felt his balls grow very heavy.
"Listen, cock-sucker, I'm going to cum in your mouth!" he announced suddenly. "I want you to swallow as much as you can of my hot jizz. But you won't be able to take it all. The rest, I'm gonna spurt all over your face. Okay? You got any objections to having cum sprayed all over your pretty face?"
Lynn groaned softly. How could she reply? Her throat was clogged with cock. She could only moan with excitement at his obscene suggestion, and gaze helplessly into his face with her big innocent eyes. She was in no position to protest, even if she wanted to. And she didn't. She waited eagerly to swallow his cum-load.
She wasn't sure about taking his cum in her face. Why would he want to do that to her? It would be strange and humiliating, not to mention messy. But she would let him do it- out of curiosity, if nothing else.
"Oh, fuck! Here it comes, cock-sucker!" he wailed. "Gonna spray your tonsils with hot jizz, then cover that pretty face of yours. Here we go!"
His fist gave an extra tight jerk or two on his cock. And then he pulled back till only his cockhead and an inch of cockshaft were between her lips. Lynn gazed up at him helplessly, wondering what he was up to. Then she felt his cock flex beneath her fingers.
There was a squirting sensation against the roof of her mouth, and suddenly her throat, her cheeks, her gums were awash with hot cum. She felt as though she were sucking on a fire hose. Her cheeks ballooned out crazily. Her eyes rolled back in panic. The cock cream shot down her throat before she had time to think.
Almost at once, his cock spurted again, and another monstrous jet of cum burst into her mouth. This time she coughed, then she gagged, and thick streams of white spunk sprang from the corners of her mouth and drooled off over her cheeks and chin. Her cheeks were full to bursting with slimy jizz, and she couldn't control the overflow.
"Feel it spurt, slut! Feel my hot cock go off in your sweet sucking mouth!" he grunted. His fist clutched tighter over hers and jerked back and forth on the base of his cock.
Lynn gurgled, already terrified that she might drown in cum. She tried to wrench her mouth away, tried to spit out the powerfully spurting prick.
Cum was pouring from her mouth in torrents. But before his cock spurted again, he withdrew it from her drooling lips. He tilted his thirteen-inch fucker upwards, aimed it at her face, and continued to jerk off. Lynn, relieved to have her mouth free of his prick, tilted back her head and closed her eyes.
A jet of jism two feet long shot up the side of her nose and between her eyes. It crossed her forehead and got caught in her hair, twisting to one side there before falling down along her temple. Her face looked like it was decorated with some strange pearly ornament.
"In your face! In your cock-sucking face!" Petrie growled. And he tilted his cock to one side and watched another jet of cum shoot free.
Lynn had opened her eyes, thinking the worst was over. But this thick twine of cum splashed up her cheek and hit her right in the left eye, gathering along her lashes in a fat pearly tear. Then it dripped back down her face in two heavy steams that flowed as far as her jaw.
"Hot cum all over your cock-sucking face!" he croaked. "How do you like it, you prim little bitch?"
Lynn watched him helplessly with one eye- until his cock spurted one more time and sealed this one shut, too. This final jet of jizz cut across her cheek diagonally before hitting the bridge of her nose and splashing into her eye. It hung on her face in a rope the thickness of her finger.
Lynn whimpered, her mouth still drooling cum. She felt as though she'd been physically assaulted by his cum-shooting prick.
"Wish I had my camera! I'd love a shot of this," he grinned.
And, without hesitation, he stuffed his still-drooling cock back into her mouth, letting it ooze out cum onto her tongue. He stared down at Lynn's cum-drenched face proudly.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lynn lost track of how long she sat there in front of Jack Petrie's cock, hr i face draped with cum. Later, she vaguely remembered him pulling his cummy prick from her mouth. She recalled how he rubbed his colossal cock all over her face, spreading the cum evenly over her cheeks, her nose, her mouth, till her skin shone in the light. She remembered him wiping his cock clean with a handful of her hair.
But most of the time, she was in a state of shock over what he'd done to her. Not that she'd sucked his cock and let him cum in her mouth. But that he'd spurted so much jizz in her face and obviously enjoyed it. She wasn't sure if she liked that at all.
One thing she was sure of-once he stepped back from her and began pulling up his sweat pants-was that she was very horny. The strange cock-sucking experience had aroused her no end, and her pussy was soaking wet. Her panties were clinging to her oozing pussy.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, watching his limp cock disappear inside his pants.
He was already moving toward the door, as they'd had no more than a casual chat together.
"I'm off for home, baby. I've got work to do, just like you," he said. "Thanks for the blow-job. That was some of the best sucking I've ever had."
"But what about me? I need your cock inside me. Aren't you going to fuck me?" Lynn pouted.
"Hey, I'd like to, baby. But let's make it some other time. Too much of a good thing, and you'll get spoiled. One other thing. Wash that cum off your face. You look like you were hit with a cream pie. If you run into anyone else in the building, they might get the wrong idea."
"No. Don't leave," she pleaded, watching him edge closer to the door. "I need your cock. I need to get fucked so bad. I'm so horny."
"Hey, I sympathize, baby. Some other time."
And, without another word, he was gone. The door hissed shut behind him.
Lynn almost burst into tears. She was fully roused from her daze now, and she felt the itch between her legs more keenly than ever. How could he do this to her? How could he leave her in heat like this, desperately in need of his big ugly cock? Didn't he have any consideration at all?
Almost trembling with need, she reached for her purse and pulled out some tissue. She was about to start wiping the strings of cum from her nose and cheeks when she paused, reached for her compact mirror, and looked at herself in the glass. What she saw took her breath away.
Thick loops of silver cum, a couple of them as fat as her finger, were draped up her cheeks and over her nose. She even had cum on her forehead and in her hair. And a pearl of silver jizz hung off one matted eyelash. Strings of white cum hung from the corners of her mouth and from her chin.
She stared at herself for several minutes, fascinated at how erotic her face looked smeared with cum. But finally she began cleaning it off with a wad of tissue. Her mind was racing crazily now. Not only had she sucked off Jack Petrie, she thought, but she'd let him do this to her, smother her face in cum. It was maybe the filthiest and most submissive thing a woman could do for a man.
And yet he'd left her horny and in need.
She had to have cock.
If she walked out on the street, she would probably attack the first male she ran into. Where could she go? What could she do to satisfy her cunt-itch? Finger-fucking wouldn't be enough this time. She had to have real cock. There must be someone willing to fuck her.
Danny Hawkins' name popped into her head before she'd finished wiping the sticky jizz from her face. It was crazy, she realized, to offer herself to him again, but this was an emergency. She needed someone. She dropped the soiled tissues into the waste paper bin and strode over to the telephone.
She had no trouble finding his family's number in the book, and in no time at all she was listening to Danny's familiar voice. He was watching a football game, he said. Could she make it fast? He didn't want to miss the next down. Lynn took a deep breath and plunged ahead.
"Danny, forget about the football game. I need your cock. Come down to the school right away and I'll do anything for you. Absolutely anything."
There was a pause on the other end of the line and then Lynn heard him gasp out loud. "Anything?" he said at last.
"Anything, Danny. If I don't get your cock inside me within twenty minutes, I'll go mad."
The receiver slammed down and Lynn smiled grimly. He was obviously on his way. Teenaged boys could be relied on to come through, at least, she mused.
She quickly gathered up her papers and walked down to her own classroom at the end of the hall. She checked that there was a lock on the door and then swiftly removed her jeans and panties. She sat behind her desk wearing nothing but her T-shirt, and waited.
Danny arrived in less than fifteen minutes. He burst into the classroom as if he were being chased. She told him to lock the door, and stood up to move around the desk. She hauled her T-shirt up over her head and tossed it to one side. Then, completely naked, she sat on the edge of the desk and spread her legs wide. She pulled the puffy lips of her cunt apart and showed him all the gleaming pink pussy flesh inside.
"Fuck me, Danny. Give your horny teacher every inch of that big fat prick of yours," she moaned. She held her arms out to him invitingly.
"Jesus, Miss Foster, what's come over you?" he gasped. He was already moving toward her, shed his clothes as he went.
Jack Petrie came over me, she thought grimly to herself. All over my face, to be exact. But she said nothing out loud. She watched Danny throw off his shoes and shirt, then peel off his jeans and shorts. His cock was partially hard already.
"Do you want me to suck it to get it hard, or can you start right away?" she asked. He stepped up to her, naked, and she took hold of his rapidly growing prick.
"I can start any time you want me to, Miss Foster. Just stuff it in," he grinned. And he cupped both her big tits in his hands and squeezed them hard.
Lynn leaned back onto the desk and bent her knees, spreading her legs as wide apart as they would go. She tugged his cock down into her crotch and stuffed the purple cockhead against the gaping wet lips of her cunt. As soon as the cockhead touched her pussy, she felt a quiver go through her. And as he pressed forward and fucked into her, she moaned out loud.
"Oh, yes! I really need this," she panted. "Shove it in all the way! Cram my hot cunt with your big ugly prick!"
The dirty words sounded as if they were coming from someone else's mouth and not her own. But then she realized that she wasn't ashamed of saying them. She liked the sound of them. For the first time in her life she could use filthy, four-letter words without blushing.
"You're really hot, huh, teach?" Danny grinned. He had rammed forward as far as he could now, and his crotch hair was tangled with hers. His solid prick was stuffed up inside her to the balls.
"Yes! Fuck me hard! Cram your big prick up my cunt. Split me in half with your big ugly prick." She hooked her legs in back of him, locked her ankles together. Her hands curled around his flanks and pulled him down on top of her.
He began fucking in and out of her, his pale ass rising and falling. His cock, fully hard now, slid easily between the oily, oozing lips of her cunt. His prick glistened brightly each time he withdrew it from her sucking pussy. And it made lewd wet sucking noises that filled the room. Her cuntlips clung tightly to the pistoning prickshaft, folding back and forth with each fuck-lunge.
Almost at once Lynn felt a climax building inside her. It wouldn't take long, she knew, and she'd be cumming. The cock-sucking session with Petrie had turned her on to the point where she didn't need much to push her over the edge. She shuddered each time Danny plunged forward and smacked his naked belly onto hers.
"Deeper, Danny! Cram your cock deep into my cunt," she urged, her voice desperate. "It feels so good. It feels so fucking good."
Danny speeded up his movements and carved her cunt as wide and deep as he could. He stared down at his teacher's face, hardly believing his luck. She sure had changed from a day or so ago, he thought. Something seemed to have happened to her. She wasn't the same person at all.
"Deeper, you bastard! Cram your cock deeper!" she wailed. "Split me in half with your big hard prick!"
She was writhing about on top of her desk, and Danny tried to pin her down by squeezing her tits hard. Each time he rammed forward, he felt her big tits wobbling and jerking under his fingers. The nipples were hard and erect. They scratched his palms harshly. She was like a wild woman underneath him.
"I'm going to cum! Your big hard cock is going to make me cum," she hissed, glaring up at him. "Ram it deep. Bury it to the balls up my hot cunt!"
The feeling was growing strong inside her, like something about to burst. She sucked her belly in and out crazily. Then she was snarling up at him and clawing his chest with her fingers. And her cunt seemed to melt around his fucking, rock-hard cock. She was cumming, the sweet feeling rolling through her again and again. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out loud.
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" she grunted. "Fuck me hard!"
For a second or two, Danny thought she'd wriggle off the edge of the desk and tumble to the floor. But he held her down and lunged into her again and again. He knew she was cumming and he stayed with her, never losing a beat with his blazing hard cock. He pistoned in and out of her steadily while her cunt drenched his cock with hot juice.
"Cumming so good! Oh, yes! So fucking good!" she raved. She rammed her belly into his again and again.
Her climax seemed to go on for several minutes.
Danny studied her closely the whole time, scarcely believing that this was his teacher wriggling and writhing beneath him. None of the girls he'd fucked up to this point had ever cum so hard. None of them had seemed so hungry for cock as Miss Foster. It made him feel terrific, like a real man.
He could have fucked her all day. And he was concentrating so hard on watching her that he wasn't even close to cumming, himself. His prick felt like it would stay hard just as long as he wanted it to. He could give Miss Foster what she wanted and still have something to spare. He began asking himself what he'd like to do to her next. After cumming so hard, she would be like putty in his hands.
"So good. So fucking good," she was mumbling, but softer now, as if the height of her climax had passed. Her movements were much less wild. Her face took on a dreamy, contented look.
He slowed down his fuck-thrusts, sliding his greasy hard-on more gently into her gaping, soggy pussy. And finally he let go of her tits and stood up straight, feeding her lengths of cock almost casually. His prick remained totally stiff, like a greased piston sliding in and out of her pussy.
"You didn't cum? You didn't shoot off inside me?" she said at last, after what seemed like another ten minutes had passed. "What's the matter? Didn't you want to?"
He grinned. "I'm not finished yet. I want to try something else with you. Something really dirty."
Very casually, he let his dripping cock slip from her cunt. It jutted out from his crotch. He smiled down at her lewdly, as if he'd thought up something really inventive. Then he stared down at the gaping, two-inch wide hole of her cunt. It looked almost big enough to shove his fist into. Thick gobs of pussy juice oozed out of it.
"Turn over. Stick your ass out. I want to come at you from behind, doggie-style," he announced. He spoke as if he was the teacher and she the teenager.
Without hesitation, Lynn rolled her naked body over on the desk. She let her legs down onto the floor and braced herself, spreading her arms out wide. Her big lush tits were mashed heavily into the top of the desk. She waited patiently, still excited in spite of her recent climax. After the favor Danny Hawkins had just done her, she was ready to let him do what he wanted in return.
She felt his big wet cockhead nosing about between her legs and then he quickly slipped it inside her cunt again. He pumped back and forth maybe half a dozen times, fucking her easily, gently. Then he withdrew his cock and began rubbing it up and down in the tight crack of her ass. Lots of cunt slime had spilled down into the furrow between her ass cheeks, and he spread this about, adding more goo that clung to his prick.
Then his hands were on her ass cheeks, prying them apart harshly. He was glaring down at the tight puckered ring of her asshole. He made sure it was good and soaked with slime and goo. Then he slotted his purple cockhead onto the tight pucker. He began to press forward steadily.
"What are you doing?" Lynn asked, trying to look at him over her shoulder. She found it hard to speak after her wild climax.
"You said you'd do anything," he explained pleasantly. "You said you'd do anything if I fucked you. Well, here we go."
Lynn still didn't understand. But she was in no position to complain. He had her flattened onto the desk with her legs spread wide. His hands were strong on her ass cheeks. He pried them far, far apart as he continued to press his cockhead against her asshole.
"Don't you get it, Miss Foster?" Danny went on patiently. "You have one of the prettiest, tightest little asses I've ever seen. And I'm going to fuck it. I'm going to cram my cock all the way up your tight little asshole."
Lynn's mind reeled. Did people really do such things? Was such a filthy, kinky thing even possible? She moaned out loud as she felt him increase the pressure on her asshole with his prick. It felt so strange, as if he were pressing a heated baseball bat between her tight ass cheeks.
"It won't go! It's too big! You'll never get it inside me!" she protested. But at the same time, an excitement was building in her and she didn't try to struggle out of the way.
"It'll go. Just relax. I'm not going to stop till every last inch of cock is stuffed up your asshole. It's going all the way in to the balls, Miss Foster, so you'd better get used to the idea."
His voice was determined, and Lynn felt another thrill go through her. She was in his power. She was helpless. And she enjoyed the feeling. She knew she would let him do as he liked with her. Besides, one thing she'd learned in the last few days was that what she considered dirty and disgusting was often incredibly exciting. She was no judge of what was right or wrong. Not anymore.
"It's going, teach! Didn't I tell you? I feel the cockhead slipping inside your asshole!" He was bracing his cock with one hand now, supporting it as he thrust it at her. "Oh, God! Ohhhhhh!" Lynn moaned. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her ass passage was tingling.
His cock really was fucking in. The tight puckered ring of her asshole had expanded, folded itself over his cockhead. Now the purple cocktip and two inches of cockmeat had disappeared between her ass cheeks and he continued the pressure. He watched as three, four, five inches of cockshaft slid up her ass.
"Take it, teach baby! Take every last inch of hard cock up your asshole!" Danny wailed.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Lynn groaned helplessly. She clung to the desk in desperation.
The last inch of hard cockmeat slid up her ass, and now the heavy sac of his balls nestled comfortably against her wet gaping cunt. He leaned forward over her, let his chest sink onto her back. He rested for a moment like that, breathing hard into her ear.
"It's all the way in, Miss Foster. My big stiff prick is jammed all the way up your tight asshole. How does it feel?"
Lynn whimpered like a little girl. "Strange. So strange. But exciting, too. It doesn't hurt. God, this is so dirty. I shouldn't be letting you do this to me."
"You love it. Admit it. You love having cocks do dirty things to you, don't you?"
"Yes," Lynn moaned. "Oh God, yes, I do. I can't help it. I love cock!"
Lynn flushed. Had she no shame left? Was there nothing she wouldn't do? What had happened to the uptight, shy little teacher she was a few days back? Almost overnight, it seemed, she'd turned into this lewd, brazen slut who would do anything for cock.
A jerk from his buried cock brought her back to the matter at hand. Danny had lifted up off her and was clutching at her ass, forcing the pale ass cheeks wide apart. He was humping back and forth, fucking his cock in and out of her violated asshole. And to her amazement, his prick was fucking in and out as if she'd been letting men do this to her all her life.
"What an ass! Feels so good to fuck you up your tight little asshole, Miss Foster," he grunted.
He watched as his slick and oily cock slid out into the open, then disappeared completely up her asshole. His crotch hair scratched her ass cheeks again and again. His balls kept smacking against her open, oozing cunt.
"It feels kind of nice," she admitted, accepting his fuck-thrusts eagerly. "Your cock's so big and hard. I can feel it way up in my belly."
He dug his fingers into her pretty ass cheeks and mauled them. He left white finger marks in the springy, perfectly shaped ass globes. And each time he lunged forward, he felt such a rush go through him. He was fucking his pretty young teacher up the ass. He was ass-fucking her, and she was loving every minute of it. What a feeling.
"Are you going to shoot? Are you going to cum up my ass?" she gasped into the desk top.
"Sure am, teach. Gonna shoot a quart of cum up your asshole," he grunted. "Shouldn't be too long, either. My balls are already aching from our first fuck."
Lynn clutched at the edges of the desk and glared out in front of her, her eyes unseeing. Beneath her, her big tits were mashed into the desk top. And each time he rammed forward, her tits were warped into another weird shape. She kept her legs spread wide for him and accepted each thrust of his cock gratefully. She loved the feel of his balls smacking against her cunt time after time.
"This is so dirty. But so nice," she muttered to herself. "It feels so good."
Suddenly his fuck-thrusts grew more frequent. His hips jerked back and forth crazily. For a few seconds, his cock was a blur as it fucked in and out of her. His fingers clawed at her ass cheeks almost as if he wanted to hurt her.
"I'm cumming, teach!" he groaned. "Gonna spurt my hot cum up your tight asshole."
And he came to a complete stop, his cock buried to the balls up her asshole. A tremor went up the length of his prick, and a huge wad of spunk shot into her ass guts. Then he was pumping again like a wild man, fucking her ass as if his life depended on it. He grunted loudly.
"Feel it, bitch! Feel my hot cum up your ass! Take it all! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!"
His cock spurted again. And again. And great heavy knots of jizz sloshed about up her ass. Cum hung from the cockshaft now each time he pulled out into the open. He was slowly but surely drenching her insides with cum. Another jet of jizz shot up her ass. And another.
Lynn wasn't sure if she could feel him spurting or not. She felt something strange going on, but she wasn't sure what. She accepted his fuck-thrusts gratefully though, thankful that she'd had a decent cunt-climax earlier.
"Yes! Fuck me up the ass!" she whimpered. "Spurt your lovely hot spunk up my asshole! I love it! I fucking love it!"
Danny shot off twice more. His balls seemed to have quarts of cum to deliver. But finally he was slowing down, fucking her ever more gently till at last he was draped heavily across her back, his hips flexing softly. He reached under her to fondle her tits.
"Are you finished? Is your cum all spurted off up my ass?" she asked sleepily. There was a slightly mischievous smile on her lovely features.
"All of it, teach. All of it," he sighed. "Every last drop."
CHAPTER SIX
For two whole days, Lynn threw herself completely into her school work. She taught her classes, marked her papers, and tried to empty her mind of all thoughts of sex. She tried especially to forget that from Friday to Sunday she had fucked or sucked or jerked off three different males.
But always, in the back of her mind, there were pictures of Danny Hawkins fucking her up the ass or shooting cum all over her tits. There were thoughts of how Paul Craig had spurted jizz all over her belly, and how Jack Petrie had shot off in her mouth before spraying her face with hot cock cream.
Three different men in three days. On Sunday, two men in a matter of an hour and a half. She'd had one cock in her mouth, then within minutes a second prick up her cunt and up her ass. Every hole she possessed had been plugged. It had been a fast course in sex, and she'd learned a great deal in a very short time.
But it was so unlike her, this sluttish behavior. All her life she'd been so shy, so strict about the people she got involved with. Until she had met Brian in college, she was a virgin. And the only reason she gave herself to him was that she thought she loved him and wanted to marry him.
What was happening to her? Why was she letting herself get involved with all this dirty, kinky sex? Had all those years of suppressing her feelings finally caught up with her? Maybe she'd had strong sexual feelings all along, but had just chosen to ignore them . . .
On Wednesday morning, Jack Petrie poked his head into her classroom before the students began filing in. He grinned at her mischievously, and told her he'd really enjoyed the fantastic blow-job she'd given him. He would try to find time to fuck her soon, he added. He hadn't forgotten how she'd pleaded with him on Sunday. Then he winked at her and left.
Lynn didn't say a word to him. She sat there and tried to control her temper while he rambled on so arrogantly. What an asshole he was, she thought as soon as he had gone. How could a person be so self-centered and so unconcerned with the real needs and feelings of other people?
She'd only just begun to simmer down when Paul Craig dropped by.
He was just the opposite of Petrie. He was full of shy apology for what had happened on the weekend. He was sorry he had not managed to satisfy her and had left so abruptly in the morning, he said. Could he make it up to her soon by taking her out to dinner?
Lynn sighed. Paul Craig was sincere, all right, but in his way he was just as annoying as Jack Petrie. They both put their own needs ahead of hers and left her unsatisfied. She tried to put him off, and when he insisted she said she'd try to see him the following week sometime. But deep down, she wasn't sure she would.
In a way it was both funny and sad that the only person to satisfy her sexually lately was one of her students, she thought. The one person who got her off was a teenaged boy who could get her into a lot of trouble if it became known that she'd fucked him.
Lynn was totally confused. One side of her wanted to forget sex and concentrate on school work.
But then there was this new, dirty side to her that was growing stronger with each day that passed. This was the side of her nature that loved to feel a cock up her cunt, in her mouth, up her ass, between her tits. And it was a part of her she was having a harder and harder time controlling.
By the end of the day, this side of her had grown so strong that for a while she was tempted to go seek out one of the three men she'd had sex with over the weekend. But at the last minute, she resisted. Instead, she decided to branch out on her own. There had to be lots of willing men out there who knew how to treat a woman properly. Why not try to find one?
After an hour shopping for more sexy clothes and a quick dinner alone, Lynn found herself sitting in the swank bar of one of the city's most exclusive hotels. The surroundings were plush and the lights subdued, and in her low-cut dress Lynn looked like the beautiful young wife of some executive, waiting for her spouse to get off the phone to London or Paris.
Her blonde hair was piled up on one side of her head. Her eyelids were coated with a sheen of dark shadow that was almost black. Under a coat of bright red gloss, her mouth shone in a sexy pout. Her tits bulged out of her dress nearly to the nipples.
Several men eyed her, but no one approached for quite some time. Finally, she noticed two incredibly dark and handsome men watching her from the bar. They both wore expensive business suits and appeared to be in their mid-forties. They spoke quietly to each other, as if deciding which one should make a move. And at last the taller of the two came over to her table.
"Excuse me," he said politely. "My friend and I were wondering if you'd care to have a drink with us." He paused before adding: "In our room."
A lewd thrill went through Lynn. So they were hotel guests. They were from out of town, complete strangers. She would never see them again after tonight. She was free to do as she liked, with no complications. She could do anything, be as dirty, as kinky as she liked. She was free.
"I might," she replied shyly, blushing prettily in spite of herself. "But what exactly did you have in mind?"
He sat down beside her, encouraged by her friendliness. "Well, I won't kid you. We both think you're one of the most beautiful women we've ever seen." He glanced quickly at her tits bulging from the top of her dress. "We both want to fuck you. It's that simple."
"One at a time, or both at once?" Lynn asked, her heart pounding. She could scarcely believe she was saying these things.
He smiled, amazed that she was so open to discussion. This young woman was obviously interested in a little hot action. He could tell by the way her tits rose and fell with her increased breathing. She was excited at what he was saying. He wondered if a little more dirty talk would get her even hotter.
"At the same time. We want the excitement of seeing you deal with two cocks at once. We want you to suck both our cocks. Then we want to take turns fucking you while you suck the other off."
Lynn gave off a low groan. As he spoke, she felt a tingle between her legs and then the warm ooze of moisture from her cuntlips. She was growing more excited by the second. God, two men at the same time! Two absolute strangers!
What a dirty, filthy thought!
"I ought to warn you," he went on matter-of-factly. "I have a ten-and-a-half-inch cock and Albert had thirteen inches. We both shoot cum by the quart. I wouldn't want you to get involved in something you can't handle."
Lynn's head swam. A ten-and-a-half-incher and a thirteen-incher. Almost two feet of hard cockmeat at one time! How could she resist! Thoughts of being filled up with two monster cocks at the same time raced through her head. She had a sudden vision of them both going off inside her together. God, what a feeling that would be.
"And there are a few other things," he went on, completely confident now that she would do anything he and Albert wished. "There are a couple of really dirty things we might want to try. I, for one, would love to fuck those big gorgeous tits of yours. I may even want to cum all over your face. Albert's a real ass man. He'll probably want to shove his big dick up your asshole and fuck you till you can't stand up."
Again Lynn moaned softly, deeply aroused at all his dirty talk.
"In fact he may want to fuck you up the ass while I fuck you up the cunt. How do you feel about taking cocks up your cunt and asshole at the same time? Do you have any objections?"
He was playing with her now, she realized, but she was too excited to care. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined taking cocks up her ass and cunt at the same time. Yet, as soon as she heard the suggestion, she felt a deep thrill go through her. And she knew she'd let them to it to her. She'd let them do anything to her, these two well-hung studs.
"What's your room number?" she whispered hoarsely, taking a sip of her drink.
He showed her his room key. "Want to come with us or meet us there?"
"I'll meet you there," she said. Then she noticed a quick frown pass over his face. "Don't worry, I'll show up. I'm as excited as you are at the idea of doing something really filthy. But understand one thing. I'm not a professional. I refuse to accept money for this. I'm doing it for my own reasons."
He smiled. Then he turned and rejoined his friend at the bar. They exchanged a few words, then quickly left the lounge, with the one named Albert giving her a lewd wink as he moved between the tables.
Lynn sat there for another minute, sipping her drink and thinking. If she had any decency left at all, she realized, she would get up and leave the hotel right then. That's what any normal, average young woman would do without question. But was she average? Was she normal? This past few days, feelings had been aroused in her that she'd never dreamed existed. Sex had become an incredibly exciting adventure for her. She was learning more about herself and others with each successive man, with each successive cock.
With a deep blush, she admitted that she wanted, more than anything in the world, to see what sex was like with two cocks. It was an opportunity she couldn't pass up.
Finally, she went into the ladies' room to apply a fresh coat of lipstick. She wanted her mouth to look pretty wrapped around a huge thirteen-inch cock. She checked her eye shadow, and her hair, gave one last approving glance at her outrageous cleavage. Then she marched out of the lounge and into the first open elevator.
She found room 905 with no trouble and tapped on the door quickly. It opened at once and she was ushered into the luxurious room by Albert. He was completely naked, and his huge ugly cock dangled down nearly to his knees. There was a solid bounce to the cock, as if he was already quite excited.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced.
My name's Albert," he smiled.
And instead of offering her his hand, he waved his long prick at her, suggesting that she could shake it, instead.
Lynn clutched at his prick gamely and shook it up and down a couple of times, willingly joining in his silly joke. But an electric jolt ran through her as her fingers circled the obscene prick. It was so thick. Far thicker than her wrist. It seemed way bigger then even Jack Petrie's cock.
"Don't mind Albert," the other man said, moving toward her. "He's a kidder."
He, too, was completely naked. And while his prick was smaller than Albert's, it was still a monster. His cock was a good nine inches long, and it jutted out and down from his crotch in a state of semi-erection. How would she ever get these two cocks inside her?
"I want you to know I've never done anything like this before," she muttered, ashamed of herself for admitting it. "I've never had sex with more than one man at the same time before. This is a first."
"You'll love it. There's nothing to it," Albert soothed.
He had moved behind her and slotted his prick into the crack between her firm ass cheeks.
His hands reached for the straps of her dress and slipped them off her shoulders. Her stunning thirty-eight-inch tits bounced into view and he cupped them in his hands, squeezed them hard.
The first man stood directly in front of her now, his cockhead grazing her right thigh. He caught hold of the loosened dress and forced it down over her hips. He let it fall to the floor and Lynn was left standing there wearing nothing but a black lace garter belt and a pair of matching black stockings.
She'd visited a sex shop that very afternoon, halfway knowing that she was going to make it with a stranger before the day was over. And she'd bought several pairs of stockings, in various colors, along with matching garter belts. This particular set was charcoal black, the garter belt decorated with pretty lace pattern's. She wore no panties with the outfit, and her cunt bristled out between the taut black garters.
"My, you really came ready for action, didn't you, little lady?" Albert said, admiring her get-up. "Are you sure you've never done this kind of thing before?"
"Never," she murmured.
The cock in front of her was firmly lodged against her naked belly now, and she could feel just how huge it was. But it was nothing compared to Albert's cock, which throbbed solidly between her naked ass cheeks, its hard head lodged in the small of her back.
Both men were rubbing their cocks against her, pressing her between them in a sandwich. Albert squeezed her big tits in both hands. The other man clawed at her ass cheeks as he slowly humped her. He began licking and kissing her neck.
Lynn moaned. The cocks were hardening against her, throbbing hotly between the cheeks of her ass and against her belly. And again she realized what a dirty, filthy thing it was to take on two men at the same time. Who else but a slut or a whore would do it? It was kinky beyond words. What a tramp she was becoming. What an all-out, cock-crazy cunt.
"I don't even know your name," she whispered in the first man's ear. With one hand she caressed his hair, while with the other she reached back to fondle Albert's ass.
"It's Frank. What's yours?" he hissed, his cock thrusting up towards her navel.
Lynn moaned. "I'm not going to tell you. Instead, I want you both to call me all the filthy names you can think of. Okay? It excited me to be called slut and cunt and cock-sucker."
Frank glanced over her shoulder at Albert and winked. "Fine. Okay by me. Okay by you, Albert?"
"I like the idea. It's kinky, but I like it."
Suddenly Albert backed off from Lynn and moved alongside her. He pushed Frank's hand off one of her tits and lowered his head to take one of her swollen nipples between his lips. He began to suck hard, as if he really wanted to draw milk out from the throbbing nipple. He mauled her tit with his hand, leaving finger marks on the flesh.
Frank backed off too, and following Albert's lead he bent down and sucked Lynn's other nipple into his mouth. For a while, the room was full of the loud wet sounds of sucking, as both men fed off Lynn's terrific tits. She stroked their hair and gazed down fondly, as if the men were her twin baby sons. Her nipples felt raw and tingly from all the sucking.
"How big are your tits?" Albert said at last, pulling his mouth off her nipple. He began circling her areola with his tongue, making the end of her tit gleam with saliva.
"Thirty-eight inches," she said. Glancing at her freed nipple, she noticed it was nearly an inch long and as thick as her thumb. It was an angry red color, and for a second she half- expected to see milk spurt from it.
She could feel both cocks pressing like steel bars against her thighs. Frank had even shoved his prick between her leg and one taut black garter, and he appeared to be enjoying the extra bit of friction. Lynn's mouth watered. Only one thing was on her mind. Cock-sucking. She wanted to suck their cocks. She even wanted to try sucking two cocks at the same time.
"I think it's her turn to do some sucking," Frank said suddenly, as if reading her thoughts. He had spit out her nipple and was now nuzzling her neck.
"Yes, let me suck your cocks, " she agreed. "Let me stuff your big hard cocks into my mouth. God, I want to so bad!"
And without hesitation she dropped to her knees on the carpet. She ran her hands up the dark thighs of both men and cupped each dangling hairy sac of balls. She noticed again how dark both men were. Thick, wiry hair covered their swarthy bellies and chests. Their throbbing cocks were very dark in color.
She opened her mouth and stared hungrily at Albert's cock, but he held it solidly in his fist. Suddenly he began rubbing the great oily cockhead all over her face, smearing pre-cum onto her cheek and nose and forehead. He even poked the ugly cockhead into her eye and smudged her eye shadow.
Frank followed his lead, and for a while Lynn held up her face quite passively as both men rubbed their cocks harshly into her skin. She closed her eyes and waited, well aware that she had to let them do as they liked. Whenever she could, she stuck out her tongue and licked a cockhead as it passed her mouth.
"Feel those cocks, slut," Albert grunted. "Feel those big hard cocks all over your face."
"Mmmm, yes!" Lynn whispered. "Talk to me like that. Talk dirty! Tell me all the filthy things you're going to do to me."
Frank shoved his cockhead against her lips and she opened them eagerly. The huge purple cockhead was suddenly in her mouth and she was sucking it, licking it with her tongue. Her cheek swelled out grossly over the monster prick. Her pretty mouth was warped out of shape.
Albert continued rubbing his cock into her face, across her forehead and into her eye. But soon he too had his cockhead at her mouth, jammed against Frank's. He pressed it hard into her face, as if he wanted her to take both cockheads into her mouth at the same time. He dented her cheek with his stiff prick.
She pulled her mouth off Frank's cock suddenly, and before she could turn her head Albert's prick was jammed between her Lips. She sucked the cockhead and the top two inches of cockshaft for nearly a minute, bobbing her head up and down eagerly. Then she was back on Frank's prick, lunging her head up and down till she could take in over four inches of prickshaft.
"Nice cock-sucking. You're a great little cock-sucker," Albert grunted. He rammed his cockhead against her eye again and let it sit there, throbbing.
"Yeah, she sure gives great head," Frank agreed. "Where'd you learn to suck cock like this, you hot little bitch?"
Lynn didn't answer. She was far too busy. Occasionally, she gazed up at the two horny men with her big blue eyes, but her chief concern was the hardness of each cock, and she tried to concentrate on sucking each one for an even number of seconds before switching to the other. She was on her knees there on the carpet for well over ten minutes.
She couldn't hope to suck either cock very deep. One was ten and a half inches long and the other thirteen inches, after All. But she plunged her mouth as far down as possible on each prick, gamely taking in seven, eight, sometimes nine inches of bloated cockmeat on each down stroke.
It occurred to her suddenly that she was learning to love cock-sucking. And she knew that the sight of her on her knees, her face stuffed with cock, was one the men involved would never forget. She loved it.
She took a breather from time to time. She held each monster prick up out of the way while she licked and sucked each set of balls in turn. She left no ball unsucked. Then she licked all the way up the sides of each prick before slurping on the purple cockheads and beginning all over again.
Occasionally, she tilted her head back and rubbed both cocks harshly into her face, smearing pre-cum slime everywhere on her stunning features. She smudged both cocks into her cheeks, her forehead, her nose. She crammed both cocks into her eyes and smeared her eye shadow.
"What a horny bitch. What a sleazy, hot little cock-sucker," Albert groaned. His piss-slit leaked a glob of pre-cum onto her eyebrow.
"She sure loves cock," Frank agreed.
"Tell me again what you're going to do to me," she said suddenly. "Tell me all the dirty, filthy things you're going to do to my body all night."
"Why don't we just show you?" said Albert.
"Because," Lynn pouted, "I want you to talk about it. I want you to say all kinds of dirty, kinky things about me."
"Okay. We're going to fuck your cunt, fuck your mouth, and fuck your tits." Frank leered at her. "We're even going to fuck you up the asshole."
"That's right," agreed Albert. "I'm going to fuck you up the ass while Frank's cock is up your cunt. We did that to a whore in L.A. last month, and she charged us a fortune for it."
Lynn's ears burned at being compared to a whore. For some reason, she found it truly thrilling. She licked Frank's cock eagerly, then sucked Albert's cockhead into her mouth. Next she butted both cockheads together and flicked her tongue between them. She tried to fold her lips over both swollen pricktips.
"You're going to have two monster cocks stuffed up inside you at the same time, little cock-sucker," Frank went on.
"Till you beg us to stop," Albert added.
"And when we cum, we're going to choke you with hot jizz," Frank raved. "We might make you eat all our cum. Both shots. Or we might both shoot jizz all over your pretty face."
"We may shoot off up your cunt and up your ass at the same time," concluded Albert. "Who the fuck knows?"
Lynn groaned, excited beyond words at what they were saying. She forced her lips farther over both cockheads at once, till her lower face was swollen grossly out of shape. Then she gazed up at them with her big blue eyes, her face full of love and gratitude. The cocks were close to full size now.
And Lynn was ready for them. She'd never been more ready for anything in her whole life.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lynn was on her hands and knees on the big plush hotel bed, completely naked but for her black lace garter belt and matching black stockings. Her huge tits hung heavily below her, swaying back and forth. Her legs were spread wide apart and Albert was fucking her steadily. Her greasy cuntlips were warped out of shape around the massive bulk of his pistoning cock.
Frank was on his knees in front of her, his huge prick buried deep in her mouth. He humped his hips gently, fucking her face.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck all ten and a half inches," Frank grunted, smoothing her tumbled hair up off her cheeks so that he had a clear view of her face. "Fuck, what a mouth! Hey Albert, she's taking all but about four inches in her cock-sucking mouth."
Albert grinned. "She's taking all thirteen inches up her cunt. She's so deep and wide, I could drive a truck up inside her. And her asshole's so wide it looks like it was plugged recently, too. Hey, little bitch, you been playing dirty games with the boys lately?"
Lynn flushed, remembering Danny and Paul and Jack Petrie. Was there anything dirty she hadn't done over the last few days? The only thing dirtier was what she was doing right now, making it with two men at the same time. Two perfectly strange men, at that. She was letting two horny strangers plug her body with their huge cocks, and she was loving every minute of it.
"She's so fucking wet. The little bitch is oozing cunt slime all over my cock," Albert hissed, staring down at his dripping prick. "Fuck, she's so hungry for it!"
He fucked his prick into her pussy extra hard, and Lynn's mouth was forced even farther onto Frank's iron-hard prick. Less than three inches were free of her mouth now, and her nose was almost touching his coarse black crotch hair. His cockhead throbbed way down in her throat somewhere. Her whole face felt bloated with prick.
Albert clutched at the rear strap of her garter belt with both hands and tugged on it as he fucked her. He was ramming his cock in and out of her pussy harshly now, shifting from side to side so that he was carving her cuntlips wide on every fuck-stroke. His thirteen-and-a-half-inch cock glistened brightly with fuck-slime. It looked almost black, like a pole of mahogany.
"Eat it, cock-sucker. Suck my big cock deep into your throat," Frank grunted. He held her head in both hands and plunged his cock deep into her face on every stroke. His balls swung to and fro wildly.
Lynn felt her climax building yet again. She'd grown so excited in such a short time. It was partly because of the wildness of the situation, she realized. Two men. Two cocks. Almost two feet of stiff prick inside her at any given time. God, what a slut she was becoming. Had she no shame? What dirty, perverse thing would she do next?
"Roll her over onto her side," Frank hissed at Albert suddenly. "I want to watch your cock fuck in and out of her cunt while she sucks me. I want to see everything."
Albert grunted, then eased himself and Lynn over to one side, never once letting his hard-on slip from her sucking cunt. He lay on the bed behind her now, and he lifted her left leg high into the air, splitting her thighs wide. He continued fucking his prick in and out of her swollen pussy.
Frank had moved with the two of them, and now he was almost lying alongside Lynn's head, his monster prick still buried in her mouth. She went on sucking his prick as if nothing had disturbed her, letting her lush mouth slide up to his cockhead then down almost all the way to the base. Her eyes were closed in concentration.
"She sure can take cock," Albert grinned. "Fuck, she's better than that L.A. whore we had."
"And she's strictly an amateur," Frank agreed. "We're getting all these goodies for free, Al. A gift from the lady."
Lynn groaned and corkscrewed her mouth around on Frank's dark, bloated prick. They were talking about her as if she wasn't even there. Like she was some hunk of meat, some whore they'd hired. Yet she wasn't insulted. If anything, she was more excited than ever. A deep fuck-thrust from Albert sent her mouth all the way down on Frank's cock. Her nose was buried in his crotch hair.
"She took it all, Al! The hot little slut swallowed every last inch of my cock! Look at that!" Frank raved. His balls were nestled tightly against her chin.
Albert stared over her shoulder. All he could see was her grossly swollen cheek and the angle of her pretty turned-up nose. He reached around her to squeeze both her big tits. He fucked his cock in and out of her cunt without missing a beat. Her small ass cheeks felt terrific against his lunging hips.
"Let's change positions," he suggested, his voice hoarse. "I want her to suck me for a while, to see how much she can take. Come down here and get a taste of her wet pussy."
He withdrew his throbbing cock from her cunt, leaving the puffy cuntlips gleaming and gaping wide, big enough for him to stuff in his fist. And there was a sudden tangle of limbs as Frank pulled his cock from her mouth and crawled down between her legs. Lynn found herself flat on her back in a state of half- madness. If the cocks weren't stuffed back inside her soon, she would scream.
Frank knelt between her legs and forced them wide apart. He grabbed a pillow, jammed it quickly under her ass. Her cuntlips, swollen and glistening, were peeled back grossly. He nudged his cockhead about on her open cunt hole, then eased forward till all ten and a half inches of cockshaft were buried up her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" Lynn moaned gratefully. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Split me in half with cock!"
Frank remained partly upright while he fucked her, and so Albert could swing a leg over her rib cage and squat on top of her, his huge hard-on slotted between her tits. He pressed her tits together hard and began fucking them steadily. Then, almost as an afterthought, he stuffed a pillow under her head so that her face was tilted up.
"Suck it, bitch! Take it in your cock-sucking mouth!" he ordered.
Lynn opened her lips obediently and let his cock plunge into her mouth each time he rammed it forward between her tits. She could only take four or five inches at this angle but, considering the size of his cock, she wasn't sorry.
"What a hot little tramp. What a crazy, cock- hungry bitch," Frank muttered.
Her cunt was sucking his cock like a hungry mouth. She had wrapped her stockinged legs behind his back and was digging her heels into his ass.
"More, baby! Take more hard cock," Albert encouraged. He forced another two inches of bloated prick into her mouth.
Suddenly Lynn was cumming.
She couldn't control herself. It was upon her before she realized what was happening. And with each fuck-thrust of Frank's cock in her cunt, a lovely melting sensation poured through her. This made her bob her head up and down on Albert's cock all the more wildly, and soon she was gulping well over half his prick in with each stroke.
"Fuck, my cock feels like it's being peeled. What a horny, cock-crazy slut," Albert groaned. He mashed her big tits together hard on either side of his pumping cockshaft, loving the feel of her inch-long nipples against the sides.
Lynn was half out of her mind with pleasure. She couldn't stop cumming. She didn't want to stop. She wanted these two dark horny strangers to fill her with cockmeat forever. She didn't ever want this to end. She squeezed her legs around Frank's pistoning lips. She forced her mouth deeper and deeper onto Albert's granite prick.
And she kept cumming and cumming.
"Her cunt's oozing slime like crazy," Frank grunted. "My cock's slick with it."
He plowed his prick in and out of her pussy, keeping up a steady fucking motion, unaware that he was driving Lynn out of her mind. She made whimpering, little-girl sounds on Albert's cock, but her throat was so stuffed she couldn't scream out her pleasure. She glared up at Albert with glazed, unseeing eyes.
Frank traced his fingers over the garter belt stretched across her belly. He loved the erotic lacy feel of it. He took hold of her loosened black garters and played with them, stretched them taut. All the while, he fucked in and out, to the left and to the right, widening Lynn's cunt hole into an obscenely huge mouth.
"I want to fuck her up the ass," Albert said suddenly, glancing over his shoulder at Frank. "You ready to sandwich-fuck her?"
"Anytime, man. Anytime," Frank answered. "Just let's roll the slut over. I can stay inside her the whole time."
Albert let go of her tits and eased his hard-on from Lynn's lips. He rolled off her, and his monster cock swayed across his belly like the boom of a crane. Huge, ugly blue veins throbbed in the side of the cockshaft.
"Just relax now, you pretty little cock-sucker," Frank soothed, though Lynn didn't appear to be conscious of anything he said. "I'm going to roll you over on top of me so Albert can get at your ass. We're going to double-plug you now, little lady."
His cock had come to a complete standstill in her clutching cunt, and it was still sending quivers of pleasure up into Lynn's belly. Leaving the huge prickshaft embedded to the balls inside her pussy, he circled his arms under her and rolled gently onto his back. Lynn followed, unhooking her ankles as she moved. She ended up squatting on top of him, her hair in his face, her big tits scraping his chest.
"Perfect. Fucking beautiful," Albert praised, climbing in between Frank's outstretched legs. "Her asshole's already open. It looks ready for a big hard-on."
He could see Frank's balls nestled tightly in the crook of his thighs, and the base of his huge cock arching up before disappearing into Lynn's wet cunt. Her winking asshole was just above, and he planted his own cockhead against it and pressed forward. Almost at once, her puckered asshole started to give, sucking his prick inside eagerly.
"This little tramp has been fucked up the ass real recently," he commented. "She's eating me alive."
Sure enough, Albert's cockhead and a goodly portion of cockshaft had slid up her asshole. He pressed forward, not wanting to lose his advantage. Four, five, six inches of cock fucked up her ass.
"I can feel it, Al! I can feel your cock plowing up her ass!" Frank croaked from below. "Fuck, how's she managing to take it all?"
"She's a natural," Albert explained. "This hot little bitch can take cock anywhere, anytime, anyplace. Any number, too. This slut was made to be plugged with cock."
Lynn whimpered. She was finally coming to her senses after her amazing climax, and she was listening to the two men for the first time in several minutes. She was aware of the lovely sensation of having her cunt still stuffed with cock. And now she was slowly adjusting to the strange and wonderful feel of a second cock fucking up her ass.
"Yes! I love cock! I'll never get enough," she moaned, mashing her tits onto Frank's face. "Fuck me up the ass with your big thirteen-incher! Fuck me up the ass and up the cunt at the same time! I love it! I fucking love it! I'll never get enough fucking cock!"
Eight, nine, ten inches of rock-hard cock fucked up Lynn's ass. Albert couldn't stop himself, even it he hurt her. He forced her lovely ass cheeks apart with his hands. Her black garters were digging into the trim ass globes harshly. Eleven, twelve inches disappeared. Then the thirteenth and final inch. His crotch hair scratched her ass cheeks.
"She took it all, Frank!" he hissed, amazed. "She took all thirteen inches of cock up her ass! Even the L.A. whore couldn't do that. And your eleven inches is up her cunt! What a man-eater! This little slut is incredible!"
He lay on top of her, clutching at her rear garter strap with his hand. And suddenly he was lunging in and out of her, fucking her ass like a wild man. He rose and fell on top of her like a bronco-rider. And his massive cock fucked easily in and out of her ravaged asshole. Below, Frank just lay there. Albert was providing all the needed friction for his own cock.
"Bull them in and out of me! Split me in half with both your cocks!" Lynn wailed, her pale body trapped, sandwiched between the dark, muscular bodies of the two horny men. She was going to have another climax, she realized. She was going to cum again.
"Fuck her, Al! Bung-hole the crazy little bitch!" Frank barked. His own cock was being sucked and squeezed by Lynn's rising and falling pussy.
"Cum inside me! I want to feel you both going off up my cunt and up my ass at the same time!" she pleaded. "Can you do it? Can you blast your hot jizz up my ass and up my cunt?"
"Sweet Christ!" Albert moaned. In all his experience, he'd never come across anyone so wild, so cock-hungry. Her dirty talk, and her tight asshole, were pushing him dangerously close to the edge. His huge balls were growing heavy and numb.
"I can't take it much longer," Frank bawled from below. "Let it go, Albert. Shoot up her ass! Do what she says! I'm gonna blow my wad any second!"
For maybe another minute the room was full of dirty fucking sounds, of a well-oiled cunt and asshole taking two huge powerful pricks to the hilt. There was more cursing, more calling Lynn dirty names. Albert's dark ass rose and fell in a blur as he fucked her upturned ass. Then suddenly, for a split second, all was quiet.
"Cumming! Cumming up the hot slut's ass!" Albert yelled, breaking the silence. "Pumping out all my hot spunk up her tight sucking asshole!"
And even as he spoke, a huge jet of thick cum blasted up Lynn's asshole like a shot from a hose. Then another. And another. His hard-on fucked in and out and shot off countless wads of hot cum up her ass.
"Me too! Me too!" Frank croaked. And for a few seconds his cock also was spurting, firing hot jets of cum far up Lynn's cunt.
Both her stuffed fuck-holes overflowed, and her upper thighs, even her black stocking tops, were speckled with silver jizz.
Lynn felt as though she were sitting on a couple of spurting hoses. Both cocks flexed inside her, spurting off steaming hot cum. Her whole lower body felt numb, as if the two cocks were filling her with Novocaine, not jism.
"So much cum! So much hot cum!" she babbled.
And even as she spoke, more hot jets of spunk blasted up her cunt, up her ass. The cocks fucked in and out of her as if they'd never stop. The dark men clung to her as if they would pull her apart like some doll.
She began to whimper, then to cry. She couldn't stop herself. She was so happy, so fulfilled. Two men. Two cocks. And what felt like two quarts of cum fountaining up inside her. She was a lucky girl. Some women never had more than one cock in a whole lifetime. She was having two cocks at once. She felt privileged.
She also felt full. She felt heavy, bloated with cum even before the two men quit spurting. She whimpered against Frank's neck and waited for the incredible experience to be over. She waited for the two feet of exploding cockmeat to come to rest inside her battered and fucked out body. She'd just had the experience of a lifetime, she realized.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next morning, Lynn phoned in sick. She was physically and emotionally beat. All night long, the two men had fucked her, their cocks rising up to hardness again and again after each climax. Both men had fucked her up the ass, up the cunt, in the mouth, time after time. It had gone on for hours.
The last thing she remembered, just before she passed out, was the two of them kneeling over her face, jerking off. They'd made her hold her mouth wide open while they each spurted jet after jet of hot cum inside-till she was choking, gagging on cock cream and they were forced to spurt the rest all over her face.
They'd drenched her face, covering it with steaming jizz while she struggled to swallow what was swilling about in her mouth. And after they'd finally quit spurting, AI had brought a camera from his suitcase, and had taken photographs of her cum-drenched face. He also made her spread her legs while he took shots of her cunt and asshole oozing cock cream.
"Just to show the boys back home," he grinned tiredly. "They'll never believe one woman could take so much cum."
Lynn was too exhausted to protest. She lay there spread-eagled and let them take their dirty photographs. She was a cum-drenched mess, but she didn't care. At least, her face was so coated with cum that no one would ever recognize her.
She dropped off into a fitful doze, then into a deep, deep sleep . . .
When she woke up at seven-thirty, the men were gone, suitcases and all. She phoned the school, said she wouldn't be in to work, then slept some more. She was awakened again at eleven by a maid come to clean the room. She ignored the woman's inquisitive stares as she strode to the bathroom, still dressed in nothing but her black garter belt and stockings.
She took a cab home, then spent an hour in a hot bath. Her body had begun to ache and stiffen up as if she had run a marathon. She was especially concerned about the soreness in her asshole. She hoped Albert hadn't done her some harm, fucking his thirteen-and-a-half-inch boner up her ass. How would she explain that to her doctor?
In spite of her soreness, though, she was glad she'd done what she'd done. She felt free and at ease, as if she'd destroyed forever all the silly sexual taboos she'd been struggling with all her life. She'd had every hole in her body stuffed with cock several times. She'd fucked with two horny strangers at the same time. How could she ever be afraid or uptight about sex again? She'd done it all.
Her light-hearted mood continued all day. And after two glasses of wine with her dinner, she was positively glowing. She felt fulfilled, as if she were a woman, not an inexperienced girl. She went to bed tired but very content. In some ways, her life was just beginning . . .
She was back at school on Friday, and she breezed through the day effortlessly. The worst of her soreness was gone. It was just as if she'd done some vigorous physical exercise and her body had adjusted. She'd never felt better in her life.
She felt so good, in fact, that she didn't tell Jack Petrie to go to hell when he dropped by to see her at the end of the day. She didn't need him anymore. He had no power over her. He was just a harmless jerk. She even felt comfortable teasing him when he asked where she'd been the previous day.
"I was recovering from the wildest fuck-and-suck session I've ever had," she answered honestly. "I took on two big beautiful men at the same time in a hotel downtown. Two strangers, with the biggest cocks I've ever seen. So I needed some rest."
He didn't believe her, of course. He said she was too prim and proper ever to do such a thing. But he didn't sound too sure of himself. He eyed her with a new respect. He was quiet and thoughtful for a few moments, sitting on the edge of her desk and watching her.
"If you really did make it with two men, I have a suggestion which might interest you," he said at last. "It's something I've been trying to set up for some time." Lynn pretended to be bored. She went on marking the papers in front of her, as if nothing Jack Petrie could suggest could possibly interest her. But she was listening, all the same.
"I coach the basketball team, as you know. There are five, maybe six players who are not only tall, but they're gifted in other areas, as well. I know, because I've seen them in the showers. Why don't you come down and meet them, in say half an hour? We've just wound up practice. I could ask them to stay behind."
Lynn stared at him. "Are you serious, Petrie? Are you asking me to make it with five or six members of your basketball team?"
"Just the more mature ones. The well-endowed ones. If you're as hot a fuck as you pretend, you should jump at the chance."
There was something so smug about him that Lynn wanted to accept, just to shock him. It was crazy, she knew. It was madness. She shouldn't give the idea a second thought. What did he think she was anyway?
Petrie glanced at his watch. "I'll keep them behind till four-thirty. The school should be quiet by then. Come down to the gym and see just how much cock you really can handle. If you're as hot as you say you are, you should have no trouble."
He grinned at her, and left, as if he couldn't care less if she showed up or not. And Lynn banged her fist down on the desk, scattering her papers. What an asshole he was. Why did she even bother talking to him? He was just a jerk. What made him think any self-respecting woman would want to make it with his stupid basketball team?
She really wanted to teach him a lesson. She wanted to shock him in some way. And the longer she sat at her desk, the more she realized how she could do it. Maybe she would fuck his basketball team. Maybe she would give him a show he would never forget. What did she have to be afraid of? Hadn't she done it all, when it came to sex?
She was a little amazed at herself, and her heart was pounding crazily. But within half an hour, she was down in the gym, searching out the promised gang-bang. All was quiet, and she thought for a while that Petrie had just been teasing her. But then the door to the boys' locker-room opened and there he was, gesturing her inside. There was a sly grin on his face.
"I really didn't think you'd have the guts to show up. Come on in. Meet the boys," he said.
And he ushered Lynn into the damp and dimly lit room.
Inside, there were six boys, all of whom she recognized. Danny Hawking was one of them, and he grinned at her warmly. She wondered if he and Petrie had compared notes on her sexual performance. Had they set this whole thing up between them?
The boys were all tall, and they had fine, well-toned bodies. They were all naked except for towels draped around their waists. And apart from Danny, they all eyed her with varying degrees of wonder and disbelief. They didn't appear very comfortable at all.
"Don't be shy, boys. Show me your stuff," Lynn murmured.
And, to show her good faith, she opened her blouse and tossed it over a low bench. She was wearing no bra, and her big tits were immediately the center of attention.
"Holy fuck, look at those!" one of the boys muttered.
Lynn unzipped her skirt and stepped from it. Underneath, she was again wearing her black garter belt and stockings. She wore no panties. She licked her lips and stared at the boys. Her overdone lipstick and eye shadow gave her a nicely whorish look.
"Come on boys. I've shown you mine . . . now you show me yours," she teased. And she tugged at the towel of the boy closest to her till it fell to the floor.
His cock wasn't as big as the ones she'd grown used to lately, but it was a solid seven inches, even dangling limply toward the floor. She took his prick in hand, squeezed it gently. She shucked his cock up and down several times and felt it begin to grow. Her free hand cupped his huge ball sac below.
Suddenly all the towels were thrown aside and Lynn found herself surrounded by six well-endowed young men. There wasn't a cock under five inches, though none were even hard yet.
Lynn sank to her knees on the floor. The boys lined up in a semi-circle around her. Even Petrie joined in. He had stripped quickly and was now part of the line-up, his cock hanging almost to his knees. Lynn gazed at his big cock fondly, recalling how it had exploded in her mouth.
"I want to suck you all off. All seven of you," she murmured huskily. "I want you to fuck me every which way. You won't let me down, boys, will you? You'll do everything I ask?"
There were hoarse murmurs of consent and then a gasp or two as Lynn stuffed one boy's cock into her mouth. Then everyone watched quietly as this first cock grew and expanded between her lips. In a matter of seconds, the cock was solid and stiff, jutting out from its owner's crotch like a steel bar.
"My, you enjoyed that didn't you?" she smiled, letting the fully erect prick slip from her lips. She glanced admiringly at the solid eight inches of cockshaft.
"You're lucky he didn't cum in your mouth already, Miss Foster," someone joked. "Bobby doesn't have much self-control."
"I have as much as you, Carter," Bobby sneered. But he glanced nervously down at his cock, which Lynn was now pumping steadily in her fist.
She had turned her attention to the boy standing next to Bobby, and without even looking up into his face, she stuffed his partly hard cock into her mouth and began sucking. Like the first one, this cock began to stiffen quickly. She curled her tongue around it, bobbed her head up and down half a dozen times. When she spit his prick out, it pointed up toward the ceiling.
"Me next, Miss Foster. Suck me next," Carter put in.
And he shoved his prick in Lynn's face so that she was forced to deal with it right away. It was one of the biggest ones, too thick and heavy to stick out or up. She moved her mouth down on his cock quickly.
"She's going to suck us all! She's going to suck all seven cocks," someone muttered in disbelief. "Wow, this lady is amazing!"
"Didn't I tell you she was? Didn't I tell you she was hot?" someone else grunted.
Lynn recognized Danny Hawkins' voice. So he had told other people about what they'd done together. She wondered how many knew.
Lynn moved on to Danny's cock next, and before starting, she glanced up at him quickly. She didn't speak. What was there to say? She'd fucked him, knowing what the consequences might be. She couldn't really blame him if he told others. She clutched his familiar cock tightly and began sucking it hard.
While she sucked each cock, she ran her hands up between the legs of the boys standing to the left and right. She fondled strange sets of hairy balls, curled her fingers around solidly stiffening cocks. She pumped her hands up and down expertly, keeping the cocks hard and ready.
She moved on to the fifth cock next, and then the sixth and biggest of all. This one reminded her of Albert's cock, and she smiled up at its owner warmly as she eased it over her tongue and down into her throat. The prick expanded and stretched her lips taut in a matter of seconds.
Finally, only Jack Petrie was left. And with a resentful smirk, she smiled at him also. Then she gulped his cock down and began sucking. She wasn't going to discriminate because he was a jerk. In fact, she made a special effort, and took over two-thirds of his growing prick between her lips before spitting it out.
The circle of bodies around her had tightened, and after her quick suck of all seven of them, she could look in any direction and see just what she had let herself in for. All seven cocks were thick and solid. Some jutted up toward the ceiling, some stuck straight out at right angles. A couple still hung heavily down, though they were stiff and bloated. They were too heavy to do otherwise. It was a forest of swollen cocks.
"Well, what do you think?" Petrie grinned. "Can you handle this much cock? I know you can. The boys have faith in you, too."
The boys in question all gazed down at her eagerly. Obviously most of them were amazed that anyone so lovely, a teacher at that, would take them all on. But they were excited now, and Lynn couldn't have backed down even if she'd wanted to. She was going to have to bring off all seven of these guys, she knew. And she was confident she could do it.
"I can handle it, don't worry," she murmured. I'll drain all seven of you dry. Who's first?
I'll drain all seven of you dry. Who's first?
CHAPTER NINE
For a few seconds, everyone hesitated, Petrie eyed the group suspiciously. But then Danny Hawkins was stepping out from the line-up. He stood over Lynn confidently, legs spread, his balls dangling over her mouth. She nudged his cock out of the way and began licking his balls, gazing up at him the whole time.
"I'll fuck you first. I'll get you good and wet for the others," he smiled. And he grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her down onto her back on the floor.
She left off licking his balls and let him spread her stockinged legs wide. Then she watched with the others as he knelt down and nudged his big cockhead into the pulpy lips of her cunt. He eased forward, and the huge cockshaft fucked deep inside her.
"Fuck her, Danny! Fuck her hard!" Carter growled. He began priming his own cock with his fist, keeping it stiff.
Danny began slowly, easing his cock in and out of her pussy with gentle, soothing movements. He grabbed her big tits and began fondling them. He ran his fingers over her black garter belt and down-along her hips. He raised her ass off the ground and squeezed her ass cheeks.
"Yes, Danny, fuck me hard! Fuck me deep!" Lynn snarled. "You're the first of seven. The first of seven big, beautiful cocks! Fuck me hard!"
Danny speeded up his fuck-thrusts. His pale ass rose and fell steadily. His huge cock gleamed with cunt juice each time he pulled it back into the open. The hairy sac of his balls smacked onto her upturned ass cheeks again and again. The locker room was filled with the soft wet sounds of regular fucking.
For some time, the other boys just stood around and stared, each one pulling on his own cock slowly, keeping himself hard. But then Petrie knelt down on one side of her face and rested his cockhead on Lynn's gasping mouth. Bobby followed his lead and knelt down on the other side of her. Lynn suddenly had two cocks resting on her face, and she turned her head from side to side, sucking first one cock and then the other.
The other boys waited their turns patiently, taking up positions behind Petrie, or behind Bobby, or behind Danny Hawkins. They swore occasionally under their breaths at the lewd scene going on in front of them. They were amazed at what Lynn was doing. None of them had seen anything like it before.
The light grew dimmer and the air grew thicker in the locker room. And for the next hour Lynn was lost in a thick forest of bloated cocks. She was overwhelmed with cockmeat. She was like a helpless doll. After her orgy with Albert and Frank, she'd wondered what she could do for an encore. Now she was finding out.
Danny Hawking fucked her. Then Jack Petrie fucked her. Both of them held back and did not cum inside her. By this time, the other boys had lost all their shyness and were eager to fuck. Each one had five or ten minutes on top of Lynn. They crawled between her legs, one after the other, and plowed their pricks in and out of her gaping wet cunt.
Lynn was amazed that after half an hour or so, none of the boys had shot his cum-load. They seemed to be trying to outdo each other, as if the first one to cum was a sissy. Their cocks grew huge and granite hard. By the time the third or fourth boy was fucking her, she was beginning the first of several climaxes of her own.
Cocks began poking her in several different places. And so, while she fucked one boy, there would be two more rubbing their cockheads all over her tits. Two more pricks would be on her face, and she'd take turns sucking them. Yet another two cocks would be in her hands, and she would pump them up and down gamely.
"So much cock. So much stiff cockmeat," she muttered dreamily between sucks. But immediately another cock was shoved in her mouth and she began sucking all over again.
She was aware at all times just how kinky this lewd orgy was, of how dirty and obscene her actions were. Seven men. Seven cocks at the same time. It was shameless behavior. Sluttish. Whorish. She couldn't take on more cocks without enlisting an entire football team. The thought gave her a terrific thrill.
She recalled how the cocks had looked all lined up, waiting for her. She loved the way the cocks loomed out from dark hairy crotches, below well-muscled bellies and between thick, strong thighs. She was going to get more cock today than in her whole life combined.
Someone had straddled her ribcage and was fucking her tits. Someone else was rubbing his hard cock down alongside her nose, over her left eye. She still had a cock in her mouth. And one in each hand. And someone-she had no idea who-was fucking her cunt. Her series of mini-climaxes continued.
"It's about time someone fucked her up the ass, don't you think?" Petrie said, over the coach. "What do you say, Carter? You ready for that assignment?"
"Up her ass?" Carter gulped, as if the idea had never occurred to him in his wildest dreams. "Sure, I'll go for that. Let me at her!"
For a while, there was confusion. No one was sure what to do. Everyone looked to Petrie for guidance. Angry red cocks jutted out all over the place, all throbbing crazily. Two or three cocks drooled strings of clear pre-cum juice to the floor. Lynn stared about her dazedly as Bobby pulled his hard-on from her cunt.
"Set her on top of me," Petrie instructed, lying down on his back on the floor. "Set her on my cock. Carter, as soon as she's settled, come at her from behind. We're gonna sandwich-fuck her."
There were gasps and groans from the boys. Then hands were all over her, feeling her, squeezing her, and lifting her up and over onto Petrie's waiting body. She spread her legs wide and bent her knees, as she was lowered onto Petrie's jutting hard-on. His monster prick slid easily up her cunt, till only his balls were visible. Her tits mashed down on either side of his face.
"Okay Carter, shove your cock up her ass," he grunted. "Bung-hole the bitch! Do it, Carter!"
Carter leaned down behind Lynn, his huge cock in his hand. He slotted the purple cockhead onto her asshole and pressed down. Her pretty ass cheeks warped out of shape around the invading prick. It was sliding up her asshole effortlessly, inch after inch after inch.
"Nnnnn! Ohhhhh!" Lynn groaned, feeling the now familiar double penetration of her cunt and asshole.
"She's taking it up her ass!" Bobby cried, hardly believing what he was seeing. "She's got a cock all the way up her cunt, and she's taking another up her asshole! Look at that!"
Everyone was looking at it. Each boy stood behind Lynn, with his hard-on in his fist, watching the awesome double penetration of the pretty teacher. This was something else they were seeing for the first time. Lynn was really putting on a show for them. None of them had ever imagined such things were possible.
"All the way! Two cocks all the way up inside her at the same time!" Bobby croaked finally. "What a slut! What a hot, horny bitch!"
Carter's cock had indeed fucked all the way up her ass. It sat throbbing inside her now, separated by a thin layer of skin from Petrie's monster prick. Both sets of balls were nestled together. Lynn's stockinged legs were split wide. She gasped for breath between the two men.
"In my mouth! I need cocks in my mouth, too!" she hissed suddenly. "I want more cock! I want three inside me at the same time!"
The five remaining boys moved quickly toward Lynn's face, but there wasn't enough room for all of them. Danny Hawkins and two others stood around Petrie's head and shoved their cocks into her face. The other two boys were forced to stand on either side of her. Gamely, she reached out and grabbed these two cocks in her fists. She began jerking them off slowly.
"Suck it, teach! Suck my big hard-on!" Danny urged.
And she did so, sliding her mouth deep down on his prick so that she really did have three cocks inside her at the same time. Carter had begun fucking her ass by now, and her mouth was forced back and forth on Danny's cock regularly.
There were two cocks poking her cheeks still, and she set up a system where she could back off from Danny's cock and turn her head quickly to the left or right. Then she could swallow down either one of these pricks at will. She had three cocks to choose from for sucking, and she made the most of the opportunity.
Lynn was in heaven. There was enough cock here to keep her going for hours. But she knew from the sounds coming from the boys that none of them would last much longer. She began wondering who would shoot off first.
What actually happened totally surprised her. After what seemed like hours, Petrie was giving more orders to the boys. Cocks were being withdrawn from her mouth, her cunt, her ass.
Again she was being lifted, carried in a heap toward a huge communal shower stall. She was being laid down on her back on the floor. More orders were given.
Lynn became aware slowly that all seven guys were standing over her, jerking off. She could look up and see seven hard-ons in seven pumping fists. And all were aiming down at her sweat-slick, shiny body. They were going to cum all over her, she realized dazedly.
"Splatter her good," she heard Petrie grunting. "Cover her tits and her face and her hair. Give her a cum-shampoo."
Lynn couldn't believe what she was hearing. Why would they want to do such a thing? Why would they want to splatter her face and tits with jizz? She recalled vaguely how Petrie had shot cum in her face, in the staff room, and how Danny had sprayed her tits in the store room. But this was seven males at the same time. She'd surely drown in cum!
"Oh, fuck!" Bobby growled suddenly.
And Lynn felt something hot and wet splattering across her eye and the left side of her face. She closed her eyes, held up her face gamely. She felt jet after jet of warm spunk bounce over her face.
"Yeah! All over her face! Cover her with jizz!" Petrie howled with delight. He held his own prick directly over her upturned face.
Bobby spurted cum again. And again. And thick strings of cum crossed Lynn's cheeks and nose and hooked onto her eyelashes. One jet of jism splashed into her open mouth and coated her tongue. But she courageously kept her mouth wide open. Another jet hit her in the teeth. Cum seemed suddenly to seal her lips together.
"In her face! In her cock-sucking face!" Carter yelled. And he, too, was cumming, blasting thick creamy jets of jizz across Lynn's chin and neck. The jets were powerful, and cum went skittering off every which way on Lynn's face.
Suddenly everyone seemed to be cumming at once. Cocks were shoved closer to her, and wads of cock cream bounced off her tits and belly and rib cage, as well as into her face. There was a great downpour of white cum, and in seconds Lynn's pretty face was unrecognizable, covered from chin to hairline with thick silver slime.
Someone squirted cum into her hair, leaving dangling ropes of white hanging from the blonde strands. Someone else aimed for her mouth, smacking jet after jet of jism into her open hole, till her mouth was full and she was choking, gagging.
There was a blizzard of cum around her face. Quarts of jizz seemed to be spraying into her eyes and onto her cheeks. Petrie was firing off thick silver jets of jizz into her left eye, then into her right, sealing both of them shut. His cock flexed in his hand again and again.
Lynn felt as though she were being smothered. Her face was disappearing under a thick blanket of cum and she was finding it harder and harder to breathe. She held up her hands, spread her fingers. And she struggled up onto her knees to protect herself. The cum continued to rain down. She felt it in her hair and on her shoulders. Cum was pouring like milk down her hanging tits.
"How does it feel to take a cum-bath, bitch? How does it feel to swim in hot cum?" Petrie gloated. "Feel good? You getting enough cock at last?"
Lynn squatted there on her knees, trying to protect herself from the deluge of cum. She felt soaked, soiled from head to foot with jism. And she wondered for a moment if this was really what she was looking for in her sex life.
She caught her breath and held her face up again bravely. Cum continued to pour down on her.
CHAPTER TEN
Lynn wondered if she should hand in her resignation. How could she go on teaching after what had happened in the boys' locker room? How could she face all those youths again? Word was bound to get out. Surely one or more of the boys would spread the story.
Jack Petrie had tried to reassure her. All his players were well disciplined, he told her. They wouldn't breathe a word or they'd be off his team. She should relax. No one else was going to find out, and her job was perfectly safe. But all this was small comfort.
In a way she hoped someone would find out about what she'd done. Then word would spread fast and the decision would be out of her hands. She'd be fired without question. All the tension would be over. She could move to another town and start over.
After a few days she really was feeling tense and nervous. It wasn't anything like the feeling after she'd sucked off Jack Petrie in the staff room, or after she'd let Danny Hawkins do lewd things to her. This time she'd really gone overboard, she realized.
She wished she could talk to someone about her fears. Someone she could trust. But there was no one. Certainly not Jack Petrie. And so she struggled nervously through the following week, scared that any day she'd get word that the principal wanted to see her. On more than one occasion, she was on the verge of marching into his office herself, to tell him everything. But she always chickened out.
When Paul Craig phoned her one evening and asked if he could drop by to visit, her first reaction was to refuse. In a way, Paul was the last person she wished to see in her present state, and she began to think up excuses even before he'd finished speaking. But then she had second thoughts.
Maybe she could talk to Paul. She didn't much care what he thought of her, one way or the other. And so he was probably a good person to unburden herself with. She felt that talking about what she'd done, even to him, might help ease her mind. It was worth a try. She invited him over.
There was the problem of how to approach the subject, though. She couldn't just blurt out: "Paul, last week I gang-banged six boys and Mr. Petrie in the boys' locker room. What do you think of that?" He would think she was some kind of maniac.
While applying fresh make-up, she tried to think up ways of bringing sex into the conversation casually.
But as it turned out, she needn't have worried. Obviously sex was on Paul's mind, too. No sooner had she let him into her apartment than he was talking about their last encounter together, when he'd left her unsatisfied. He seemed to have had it on his mind a lot, and he began discussing it before she could tell him she'd almost forgotten about it.
"It's why you've been avoiding me, isn't it?" he asked miserably. "You don't want to see me again because you think I'm no good in bed. You think I'm a selfish jerk."
"Paul, I've barely even thought about it. I've been so busy lately-that's why I haven't seen you." But deep down, she realized there was a lot of truth in what he said.
"Busy doing what? What's so important you can't go out for dinner once in a while? And don't say school work."
This was her chance, she realized. "Paul, please sit down. There's something I want to tell you," she said.
Up to now, he'd been standing in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets. Lynn sat on the couch facing him, looking very pretty in a short blue dress. He refused her invitation to sit and continued staring at her, his face troubled. This wasn't going to be easy, Lynn thought. But it was something she needed to do.
"Paul, a lot has happened to me since we made love," she said. "You may not even want to know me after I tell you about it. I'm a different woman from the shy person you first met."
"I don't care what you've done. I just want us to spend more time together. I really like you."
"Listen first. I have to tell you everything.
I have to." She paused. "I've had a lot of men in the past few weeks. More than many women have in a lifetime. I've let them do things to me. Dirty, dirty things."
"I don't need to hear this. I don't care."
"Listen. I've let men do incredible things to me with their cocks. I've let them shove their cocks up my ass, Paul. And not just one. Several men have done that to me. I lost count, in fact."
"Lynn, don't ..."
"That day you asked me out and I turned you down? I ended up letting two strange men pick me up in a hotel bar. I'd never seen them before, and I went back to their hotel room and let them fuck me every which way. I had them both at the same time. I sucked both their cocks. I even let them sandwich-fuck me. Do you know what that is, Paul?"
"I don't want to know."
"It's where one man fucks you up the ass while the other is fucking you up the cunt. At the same time! Do you realize what I'm saying?"
"I don't care. It's not important."
"I've fucked and sucked Jack Petrie. I know how much you hate him. I've even fucked my students! You know what I did last Friday? I let six young men gang-bang me, along with Jack Petrie. They all fucked me. Every one. Most of them fucked me up the ass, too. I sucked all of their cocks, several times each!"
Paul could feel his cock growing hard, in spite of everything. What she was saying shocked him, disgusted him in a way. But he couldn't help getting excited at her story. Seven men. Seven cocks. He tried to imagine the scene, but couldn't.
"I let them cum all over me. I was splattered from head to foot with cum. It was in my face, in my hair, everywhere! I must have swallowed enough cum to launch a small boat! And I loved every minute of it. Is that the kind of girl you want to know? Is it really?"
Lynn was flushed and excited. The words just poured from her, and almost as soon as they were out, she felt better. She felt a funny kind of relief, telling all this to someone like Paul. It was like unburdening herself to someone neutral, like her doctor.
"But why?" Paul asked, so softly she could barely hear him. "Why would you do such things? What for?"
"Fuck, Paul, don't you see? I'm some kind of sex maniac. All my life I was taught to think sex was dirty and wrong. Now, for some reason, I'm going to the other extreme. I'm expressing my freedom, I guess."
He stepped closer to her, till he was right in front of her. His shock was wearing off and he was feeling very tender towards her. He wanted to reach down and touch her, comfort her, but he had no chance. She had caught sight of the cock-bulge in his pants, and she quickly caught hold of his fly and hauled it down.
"See what I mean? I'm cock-crazy. I see a bulge in a man's pants and I want to take out his cock and suck it. Fuck, you're really hard! Hearing all this has really got you hot, huh?"
She unbuckled his belt and opened up the front of his pants. Then she forced his pants and shorts quickly to his knees. His prick bounced up and down in front of her and she grabbed it with her fist. Without even looking into his face, she dipped her head and forced several inches of prickshaft into her mouth.
She began sucking his cock hungrily.
"Lynn . . . Jesus! You don't have to do this," he said, staring down at her.
But he had a feeling she wasn't even listening. Her cheeks were hollowing and then swelling over his growing cock.
She clutched the base of his cock in one hand and jacked it up and down. With her free hand, she cupped his balls and squeezed them hard.
In a way, she wanted to shock him. Somehow, telling him about her slutty behavior wasn't enough. She wanted to show him how wild she could be. Just in case he didn't get the idea. She'd fix Paul Craig. If he had any sweet romantic thoughts about her, he'd soon lose them. She'd made sure of that.
She gulped down more of his cock, plunged it deep into her throat. Her lips began nipping at his crotch hair. She bobbed her head up and down and squeezed his cock in her fist. In seconds his prick was fully hard and throbbing. She let his cock slop from her mouth and stared up at him. There was a lewd grin on her lovely face.
"See? I'm a horny cock-sucker. I'll do anything for cock. Even risk my job and my future. I'm cock-crazy, Paul. You really don't want to get involved with someone like that, do you?"
She began rubbing his cock all over her face, smearing pre-cum juice off onto her cheeks and nose and forehead. She licked his cockhead, then worked her way down the solid cockshaft, staring up at him the whole time. Finally, she began licking and sucking his hairy balls, confident she was driving him crazy.
"But I do. That's where you're wrong," he groaned hoarsely. I want to get so involved with you that you'll never forget me. I've been crazy about you from the first day we met."
Lynn stopped her ball-sucking and looked up at him seriously. His big cock cast a shadow across her face. Almost at once, she began sucking again. But after a few seconds, she stopped and looked up at him some more.
"You don't mean it. How can you like someone who fucks so many guys? I'd never be faithful to you. I'd always be fucking other men behind your back."
"I'm a real patient guy," he replied softly. "I can wait till you get all these other guys out of your system. You'd be surprised how long I can wait."
She jacked his cock up and down in her fist, keeping it hard. "And what if I don't? What if I never stop fucking and sucking other men? What then?"
"We'll see. We'll worry about that later. I'm a real patient guy."
Lynn gulped his cock back into her mouth and resumed sucking. The guy was nuts, she thought. He didn't mean a word of what he was saying. Did he really think she'd ever give up her wild sex life and be true to him?
