Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of future wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, a school nurse has learned to be outward and honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul-a person who not only feels sexually free, but who feels compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of Puritanism.
THEIR FAVORITE SCHOOL NURSE deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate-but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let he or she decide their own standard of morality, just as the woman in this book has done.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Bonny Devlin and Hank Lawson had worked out a clever system that allowed them to fuck during school hours-and at school, as well.
Bonny was a dark-haired nymphet with a nubile, bouncy body and a cunt that was always hot.
Hank, a blond youth, who seemed to have a constant hard-on, was a good match for the girl.
The school nurse, Miss Hagadorn, was an alcoholic and the teenagers had discovered by happy chance that if a kid went to her office, claiming a headache or some similar minor problem, she would simply allow them to lie down in the dark inner office, while she continued her daily bout with the bottle.
Because Miss Hagadorn was generally in a foggy state from her romance with the rum, she either didn't realize or didn't care that there might happen to be two pupils, of different sexes, in the inner office at the same time. She had told them to lie down.
It probably never dawned on the woman that they would be lying down together.
Bonny and Hank had been fucking up a storm ever since they had found out that the nurse's office was a perfect trysting spot, a sanctuary for sex.
But then Miss Hagadorn, a lifelong spinster, had unexpectedly run off with a hypochondriac to, presumably, live happily ever after.
The teenagers were worried.
The new nurse was a young lady just out of training school, and they were afraid that she might have a different way of treating her patients. And, since she was a very sexy girl, herself, she would probably be more aware of what horny kids got up to in private.
Still, the young lovers had to give it a try, of course
And if it did turn out that the new nurse had a different way of treating their complaints, it was going to prove a very satisfactory arrangement.
There were things a lot more interesting than privacy in store for Bonny and Hank ...
Hank got a hard-on in history class.
He caught Bonny's eye and gestured down at his cock-bulge, where upon she smiled and nodded.
The boy raised his hand and told the teacher that he wasn't feeling well and was excused. Knowing that Bonny would follow under a similar pretext in a short time, he left the classroom, in an awkward shuffle, hunched over his hard-on in a vain attempt to hide it.
He went directly to the nurse's office.
If the youth had a hard-on to begin with, it got even more bloated and stiff when the new nurse gave him her sexy smile.
Clara Boudine was certainly a different proposition from Miss Hagadorn.
Her voluptuous body stuffed her, white nurse's uniform in all the right places. She didn't look much like a nurse, but she sure looked like what was good for what ailed a horny young man!
Clara had a tousled mane of tawny blonde hair tumbling from under her white cap, and the top buttons of her blouse had been left undone, so that plenty of deep, creamy cleavage could be seen and drooled over. She wore her skirt a hell of a lot shorter than Miss Hagadorn ever had-and the legs that showed under that short skirt were a lot more enticing.
"Yes, may I help you, Hank?" she asked.
She had a husky, seductive voice. Hank wondered why on earth she had ever wanted to become a nurse. She could have been a model or a movie star, he thought or found herself a sugar daddy.
"Errrrr-I've got a belly ache," Hank said, blurting out the first thing that came to his mind.
Then he realized his mistake.
Miss Boudine naturally looked at that portion of his anatomy that was ailing and, just as naturally, noticed the massive cock-bulge in his jeans.
Hank blushed.
But Clara smiled faintly, not looking in the slightest scandalized by his condition.
"Maybe you'd better lie down," she said.
Hank nodded and went into the inner office, as he so often had in the past.
But, unlike the previous, nurse, Clara Boudine followed the boy in.
Embarrassed, Hank lay down and drew his knees up to make his hard-on less obvious.
She curled up on the edge of the bed, her expression a combination of concern for his health and amusement at his arousal.
"Where does it hurt?" she asked.
Hank gestured vaguely at his midriff.
To his dismay, the nurse began to gently massage his lean belly. She seemed to be seeking some sign of what was wrong with him, her hands moving lower.
"Hummmm-no sign of appendicitis," she said.
Then her hand brushed his cock.
"Oh, my! There's a large swelling down here," the nurse murmured.
Holy shit! Hank thought. Doesn't she know what a hard-on is when she's got her hand on one?
A bit naive, himself, Hank supposed that she was equally naive.
"I'd better check this out," Clara purred.
She began to deftly open his fly.
Hank lay there in horror, taut and trembling. What would she say when she realized that his complaint was no more than a stiff prick?
He had a horror of being sent home in disgrace, expelled from school or sent in shame to the principal's office for punishment.
Clara pulled his pants open, exposing his cock and balls as she leaned over his loins, still acting as though she were simply examining a patient. The kid had a huge cock.
Hank held his breath.
But then the sexy nurse giggled.
"Why, you silly boy!" she chirped.
"Errrr-what?" the confused youth stammered.
"Why, the problem is evident, young man," Clara said, grinning bewitchingly. "You don't have a belly ache-you have a hard-on!"
Hank was beginning to realize that maybe this situation was not so terrible, after all. He decided to play dumb.
"What's a hard-on?" he croaked.
She looked at him through lowered eyelashes, wondering if he was pulling her leg.
"When your organ gets erect-like this," she said, lightly brushing his cock with the tips of her fingers and making it jerk.
"Errrtr-oh, that. Yeah, that happens to me once in a while," Hank mumbled.
"Quite often, I should think," she whispered.
Hank was still acting innocent.
"I don't know what causes it," he said. "And-I don't know what to do about it."
She gazed speculatively at him again.
Then she looked down at his rigid prick.
Was she starting to breathe hard? Hank wondered. Her big tits seemed to be expanding in her white blouse and he could see the tips swelling in twin peaks.
"Don't you masturbate?" she asked softly.
"What's that mean?" Hank replied, still feigning total innocence.
"Jack off-beat your meat-you know?"
"Gee, I never heard of anything like that, Nurse Boudine," Hank insisted.
He could tell by her expression that she was wondering if he was serious.
It was certainly unlikely that a virile teenaged boy had not yet discovered how to jack off and empty his balls, but she couldn't be sure.
She decided to go along with the pretense.
"It's a good thing you came to me for advice, Hank," she said. "It's not healthy for a young man to let his balls stay so full. Believe me, I know-being as I'm a trained nurse."
"Errrr-what should I do about it, then?"
"How do you jack off, you mean?"
"I-I guess," he mumbled.
She was trying not to smile, amused by the young man's feigned naivety, not quite sure if he was faking it when he denied all knowledge of self-abuse.
Her tits were definitely heaving now, and the nipples looked like they were about to explode right through the fabric of her blouse.
"You have to wrap your fist around your penis and pull it up and down, she told him, her demeanor professional.
"Yeah? What happens then?" he rasped.
"Well, first it starts to feel real good and then a lot of milky juice squirts out. You'll feel a lot better after you do that," she assured him.
"It isn't nasty or anything, huh?"
"Why, no-it's perfectly natural."
"I-I guess I better do it, huh?"
"Um-hum. You do it and I'll stay right here and watch, just to make sure you do it right," she purred.
Hank was starting to become very enthusiastic about this bizarre encounter.
The nurse wasn't quite sure if he was pulling her leg and he, in turn, wasn't at all sure if she was teasing him.
He reached down and took his stiff cock in his hand, and she leaned closer, her eyes all bright.
"You have such a big one, Hank-and your balls are so swollen. I can tell that you really need to get your rocks off in the worst way."
His prick towered up, thick and long, seamed up the underside by a dark, pulsing ventral vein. The cock-knob was a huge mushroom-shaped slab of purple cock-meat, already starting to glisten with pre-cum.
He knew that he had the biggest cock in school, having checked out the other guys in the showers and besides, Bonny Devlin had pleased him by telling him he had the largest cock she had ever had.
And Bonny had had a few, to be sure.
Hank wondered how many cocks the beautiful Nurse Boudine had had and if she, too, recognized his as a whopper.
"Move your fist up and down," Clara instructed him, her gaze locked on his surprisingly big fucker.
Hank gave his cock a fumbling stroke. He let his fist slip from the end.
"Errrr-could you show me how to do it?" he croaked. "I can't seem to get it right."
She hesitated, and the boy held his breath, hoping that he hadn't gone too far.
"Why, sure I'll show you how," she whispered.
She reached down with both hands into his groin. She cupped his balls in her left hand, lifting slightly as if weighing the cum load that needed to be pumped from them. His balls lay in her palm, surging, his cum sloshing around inside the bloated ball-sac.
She folded her right fist around his throbbing cock-shaft, squeezing gently.
"You do it like this," she sighed, as she skimmed her hand slowly up and down.
Hank stared at her in awe.
"It's just a kind of massage," she said.
"It-it feels real good" he moaned.
She pumped his prick again. When her palm and encircling fingers pulled up, his foreskin rolled over the ledge of his cock-head like a fleshy carpet. And when she pumped down toward his balls, that fat slab flared out like the head of a hooded cobra.
"Want to try it yourself now?" she whispered.
"I-I'm not sure I've got it right, yet," he wheezed. "Can you show me a little longer?"
"Shall I do it for you?" she purred.
"Oh! Make the juice squirt out, like you told me it would do!"
"Yes, you sweet boy-shall I make you cum?"
"Oh, yeah!" Hank enthused.
"Just a part my duties as the school nurse," she said. "I don't want you to get the mistaken idea that this is sex or anything-it's only a massage."
She could call it whatever the hell she liked, as long as she milked his meat, Hank thought.
"I know-it's just like giving me medicine or something-just curing my swelling, right?"
"Precisely," she agreed.
But then she drew her hands away.
Hank stared at her, dismayed, thinking that she must have suddenly changed her mind.
But he needn't have worried.
Clara started to remove her blouse.
"I can tell that you'll be spraying semen all over the place, Hank," she explained. "I don't want to get my uniform all slimy."
Hank realized he was in for a real treat.
He had forgotten all about Bonny Devlin.
But Bonny was in for a treat, too ...
CHAPTER TWO
Bonny squirmed impatiently in her seat in history class as she thought about the lovely hard-on that Hank had taken down to the nurse's office.
She sure hoped that the new nurse didn't prevent them from fucking.
Pussy-perfume was pouring from between her shapely thighs and she wriggled at her desk. The pungent fragrance was permeating the classroom, and Bonny noticed that a few other guys were starting to get prominent hard-ons, like tent poles in their trousers.
A couple of sexy girls were giving Bonny glances and grins, as well.
Bonny had never fooled around with a girl, but the idea excited her.
That raven-haired nymphet was game for anything, and the gender of her lover didn't matter. If and when she ever had a chance to give lesbian sex a try, Bonny was certainly going to do it with enthusiasm.
Just because she loved pricks so much didn't mean that she couldn't get turned on by the thought of going to bed with a curvy girl.
She had simply not been in the right place at the right time with the right girl up to now ...
That would soon change.
Because the new school nurse had had more opportunities than Bonny had, and had found out how much fun deviate sex could be at training school.
Like Bonny, Clara Boudine adored pricks-but that didn't mean she didn't love to lap cunts, too ...
Bonny waited long enough so that the history teacher-a handsome man in a well cut tweed jacket who also seemed to be getting a lovely lump in his pants-would not be suspicious about her motives.
Then she, too, pleaded illness and was sent down to the nurse's office.
Cocks jumped violently in teenaged groins as the nubile girl left the classroom, swinging her adorable ass saucily.
Plenty of cum would soon be spilled over fantasies of Bonny's cute body, when the class bell rang and the boys dashed to the lavatory to jack off in the toilet stalls.
The history teacher had scheduled a hand job for his next free period, too.
Bonny Devlin had that sort of effect on men ...
Bonny entered the nurse's office and was surprised to find it unoccupied.
She had no idea where Nurse Boudine could be, but she supposed that Hank was lying down in. the inner room, waiting for her.
She was half right.
Hank was lying down, to be sure-but he wasn't waiting for Bonny.
Bonny moved to the inner office door and started to enter-then halted dead in her tracks.
Holy cow! she thought.
Hank was sprawled out on a bed with his big cock towering over his loins, and Nurse Boudine was in the process Of removing her blouse!
Was Bonny jealous? Hell, no! She was thrilled to the core.
Hank was her boyfriend, but not exclusively. And the prospect of peeking on them while Hank and the pretty nurse were naughty made Bonny so hot and horny that she had no room for any other emotions.
Bonny sank down to her knees and, her eyes glued on the nurse and the boy, she began to rub her pussy through her bikini panties in a voyeur's rapture.
Clara Boudine tossed her white blouse aside and leaned over Hank again. Her naked tits were full and firm, bobbling saucily over his belly.
The sight of those swollen-tipped tits was making Bonny drool. Hank's big prick and bloated balls were a mouth-watering sight, as well. But Bonny had-had plenty of action from the young man's cock, and she was more intrigued by the lovely woman now.
The girl unbuttoned her own blouse and began to feel her tits and nipples with one hand, while she slid the other inside her panties and rubbed her pussy.
Then she brought her hand up to her lips and licked it, tasting her own creamy cunt nectar as she stared in fascination at the tawny-haired nurse-and started to get some very interesting ideas.
But first she had some watching to enjoy.
"Show me, Nurse Boudine-show me how to do it!" Hank rasped, heaving his loins up and driving his prick like a rocket being launched toward her tits.
Since Bonny knew from long experience that Hank needed no instructions in how to get his rocks off, the girl guessed at the game they were playing-pretending that she was nursing him, as was her duty, rather than having sexual contact.
It made Bonny speculate on whether Nurse Boudine would treat a female patient in the same way.
She was determined to find out, eventually.
Clara lifted Hank's cum-laden balls in the palm of her left hand again, and folded her right hand around his thick, throbbing cock-shaft.
"Pay attention, Hank," she said. "I want you to learn how to do this for yourself, so that you don't have to suffer with bloated balls when I'm not around."
Hank gave a little moan of delight at those words, realizing that this was not going to be a one-time thing-that he could call on this sexy and attentive nurse whenever he needed a hard-on reduced during school hours!
"Yeah-show me-show me!" he wailed. "Make the jizz spurt out!"
Clara began to frig him very slowly, obviously enjoying herself and wanting to make the hand-job last for a while.
Hank-and Bonny, for that matter-saw now why Clara Boudine had gone in for nursing.
It was a labor of love.
Holding his cock lightly, she skimmed her hand up and down, just brushing the throbbing cock-shaft.
Then she tightened her grip and began to jack him harder, squeezing his prick as she pumped.
Hank humped up from the bed, fucking through her stroking fist. Her tits swayed over his cock-knob and her eyes glowed like smoldering cobalt.
The heel of her hand gently nudged his balls as she pushed down, skinning his cock-head out in a hot slab of purple cock-meat.
Pre-cum poured from his parted piss-hole and trickled down his prick, lubricating the passage of her hand, greasing the gears she was shifting.
Nurse Boudine was having a hard time in maintaining her professional bearing now. It wasn't easy to remain detached and objective, with that massive rod of teenaged cock-meat in her hand.
Her cute little nose flared as she inhaled the gamy aroma of hot prick and balls, and her tongue was slowly sliding across her panting lips.
But she resisted the oral urges she was feeling-for the moment.
The boy was a pupil, and she knew it wasn't ethical to seduce him out of hand, as it were.
Besides, Clara knew that the boy was certain to be coming to see her in her official capacity a lot from now on, and she figured it would be better to take things one step at a time.
His cock began to pound like a jackhammer.
"Ummmmm! Cum, Hank! Shoot off!" she panted, pumping his prick faster, hot to see him spew off.
"Yeah-yeah! It's coming!" he gasped.
He bridged up as if he had been shot through with a high voltage current, his backbone twisting into a deep arch as his loins heaved up.
Her fist stroked down and his climax hit as she reached the root of his prick.
His cock rippled in her palm as the jism came spurting up the tube. Then great geysers of fuck-juice were spilling from his cock-head.
He hosed her tits with thick cock-cream.
Nurse Boudine squealed with joy and pounded away on the cum-stroke, milking the potent boy off in squirt after gooey squirt.
"More! Keep cumming-shoot-shoot!" she moaned. "Get it all out, baby!"
Jizz foamed in her cleavage and swirled on her tits and glazed her swollen nipples. A jet of jism splashed in the hollow of her fluttering throat and a creamy streak skimmed along her trembling chin.
She swayed down and brushed her nipples against his cock-knob, greasing the rosy nubs.
A last spurt of cum shot out and Hank slumped back, panting.
His balls had gone slack now, drained dry, but his cock was still fat and firm.
Clara stroked a few more times, making sure he was finished.
He was-but not for long.
CHAPTER THREE
Nurse Boudine tightened her grip on Hank's prick and pulled her hand up slowly, as if she were squeezing the last drops out of a toothpaste tube.
Hank had stopped shooting off, but the dregs oozed out and clung to his purple cock-head, making it look like a fat plum coated with whipped cream.
Hank loved to get jerked off.
Nurse Boudine loved to do it.
And Bonny loved to watch it, as well.
Playing the peeper thrilled Bonny as much as if she had been physically involved in the action. Her eyes seemed as much an erogenous zone as the rest of her sexy, nubile young body.
She was switching hands in her groin now, frigging her fuck-hole with one while she licked the fingers of the other. One hand came up coated with cunt-juice as the other went down glistening with saliva.
Her clit went off like a blasting cap, setting off an explosion in the core of her cunt.
Waves of pleasure rippled across her slim belly and shot like electricity up her thighs. She frigged herself through the sweet spasms, finishing while Nurse Boudine was coaxing the last gooey drops of cum out of Hank's piss-hole with slow, squeezing strokes.
Bonny licked both hands clean and waited to see what would happen next.
Clara Boudine was also wondering what the next stage in the seduction of this student should be.
She was thinking that the big-cocked youth would no doubt welcome a blow-job, and wondering how she might justify giving head as a form of therapy?
She drew away and gazed thoughtfully at the boy's cock and balls. His prick had not lost much tension at all, and his virile cum-bags were already beginning to balloon again.
"Oh, my! I think that you need to get milked off again, before you're comfortable," she said.
Hank grinned happily.
Clara was thinking that she would start jerking him off again and just lower her head slowly and let the mouth-massage take place naturally.
But then Hank surprised her.
Hank, with the immediate pressure removed, had suddenly remembered that Bonny Devlin was going to be joining him in the nurse's office.
He didn't want Bonny to wander in and find him making it with Clara Boudine, both because he didn't want to make Bonny angry and also because he wanted it to be his secret for plenty of encores.
The boy figured that the best policy would be to return to the classroom and tell Bonny that meeting in the nurse's office would no longer be possible, now that the drunken Miss Hagadorn had been replaced by a more observant young school nurse.
Then, with no danger of having Bonny interrupt them, he could return for more nursing care.
"Errrr-I gotta go for a minute," he mumbled.
Clara looked surprised and disappointed-and felt deprived and hungry.
"But I'll be right back," the boy added.
Clara was puzzled. Maybe the boy had to go to the bathroom or something, she figured.
"Don't be long," she whispered. "Once I've started a job, I like to finish it."
Her tongue slid out, giving the horny boy a hint to hasten his return.
Hank jumped up, his still-stiff prick jut
ting up before his lean belly. He tucked his hard-on back into his jeans and
zipped up with difficulty.
He left the room cock-bulge first.
Bonny slipped away from the door and crouched down behind Nurse Boudine's desk.
Hank passed through the outer office without seeing her.
Then she moved back to the door that led to the inner office, pleasant plans forming in her fevered mind, her imagination running wild.
Nurse Boudine was still curled on the edge of the bed, and now she was kneading her fat tits, working Hank's jizz into the meaty tit-mounds.
She cupped her heavy tits in both hands, lifting them and deepening the cleft. Her head ducked down and she started to lick the boy's cum from her own tits, wetting her appetite for the full cum-load she planned to drink from his prick. Nurses knew about nutrition and proper diets, and she was thinking that she might lecture Hank on the vitamin content of cum, as a way of justifying swallowing a sweet load of jizz from his big prick.
She might explain that cunt-juice was packed with nutrients and trace elements, as well.
Tasting his cum from her tits was making Nurse Boudine voracious, and she hoped that the boy would bring his beautiful cock back soon.
She was soon to be fed.
But from an unexpected source ...
Bonny moved away from the door, figuring it would be advisable to be subtle and not simply walk in on the nurse as she licked her own nipples.
Standing by the door to the front office, the girl called out: "Nurse Boudine? Are you here?"
She waited, and after a few moments the pretty blonde nurse emerged from the rear, her starched white blouse hastily put on again.
Clara looked annoyed at the interruption, obviously hoping that the girl would not stay long.
Still thinking about blowing Hank, she didn't yet realize that Bonny represented another taste treat.
"Yes? May I help you, Bonny?" she asked.
Bonny grinned impishly.
Miss Boudine had cum gleaming on her lips and her lovely face was all flushed and the heady aroma of two steaming cunts was hanging heavily in the room.
Clara was aroused from jacking Hank off, and Bonny was hotter than ever, creaming off on her own hands only serving to excite her more.
"I hope so," the girl whispered. "Are you sick?" the nurse asked. If so, she fully intended to send the girl home, not wanting anyone else to be lying down in the inner office when Hank came back to get his balls drained off again.
But at that point, Nurse Boudine did not realize the true nature of Bonny's complaint.
"Well, not sick, exactly," Bonny murmured. She looked shy and demure.
"Only I've got the most irritating feeling-between my legs."
Clara blinked-then she began to smile.
"I'm all hot and tingling down there and-and I wondered if you might know what to do about it."
"I think you'd better lie down, Bonny," Nurse Boudine suggested. "I'll have to- examine you."
"I'm sure that you'll know what to do, Nurse Boudine," the little vixen chirped.
"Yes, I believe that, I do," Clara said.
And the nurse and the female student went into the back room together, one as eager as the other.
Just as Hank had forgotten that Bonny was on the way, so now did they forget that Hank would soon be returning, as new interests held their attentions.
The roles had changed.
Clara was still the nurse.
But now Bonny was the patient.
And Hank was to play the peeper ...
CHAPTER FOUR
Hank looked into the history classroom and frowned when he saw that Bonny's desk was unoccupied. But she hadn't come to the nurse's office-or so he thought-so where in hell had she gone?
He was puzzled and disturbed, yearning to return for more medical attention from Nurse Boudine, but wondering where Bonny was. It would never do to have his girlfriend walk into the office and catch them, he figured.
Maybe Bonny, who he knew was promiscuous, had met some other guy on her way to the nurse's office. And maybe she was getting fucked in an empty classroom, sprawled out across a teacher's desk, or giving someone a blow-job in the staff room or maybe behind the furnace in the basement, where he knew she had done it a few times before.
Normally, Hank might have been distraught at the idea that his girlfriend had been sidetracked-that, on the way to a tryst with him, she had paused to fuck or suck with some other lucky fellow.
But today Hank was more interested in getting some more action out of Nurse Boudine than he was in brooding over Bonny's infidelity.
He decided to go back to the nurse's office and, although he wasn't going to mention that Bonny might be on the way, suggesting that it would be a good idea to lock the door so that they would not be disturbed.
After all, if someone were to see them, they might mistake medical therapy for sex.
So Hank turned away from the classroom and, walking with his legs almost bowed around his balls, a spectacular new cum-load already building up, he returned to Nurse Boudine's office and went in.
Finding the outer office empty, he supposed that she was still waiting for him in the back room-still with her tits bare, he hoped-or maybe even stripped totally naked for the next treatment.
He moved to the back-and stopped dead, just as Bonny had a short time ago.
And, also like Bonny, he decided to spy ...
"Shall I take all my clothes off, Nurse Boudine?" the nubile nymphet asked, batting her silken eyelashes in a flirtatious fashion.
She didn't eyen wait for the nurse to reply-but, of course, it was only routine that she would get naked for an examination.
What wasn't so normal was the way that Nurse Boudine was staring so lustfully at the girl-and the coquettish way that Bonny was reacting.
Hank knew that Bonny wasn't a lesbian, and Nurse Boudine had given him every indication that she loved prick as much as the next woman.
So the naive youth was wondering what in hell was going on.
And eager to see it, too.
His cock was pounding away in his jeans, but he didn't release it from his fly. Naive or not, He was guessing that he would have a lot better use for his hard-on than giving himself a hand-job.
He knelt down, just as his girlfriend had, and watched as she stripped off and then, stark naked, lay down on her back on the bed.
The nurse slid onto the bed beside her.
For a moment, she just gazed down at the gorgeous girl with a hungry, leering look.
Bonny felt all warm and wanted, tingling all over as she basked in that admiring gaze. Her slim thighs parted slightly and she arched her back.
Nurse Boudine gently tweaked a swollen pink tit-tip, making it explode in her fingers.
"It's not my nipples, so much, Nurse Boudine-it's between my legs that's so hot and wet."
"Yes, I know. But having such big, swollen nipples is another symptom of your problem," the nurse said, in her professional bedside manner.
"What's making me so hot?" Bonny asked, her sly smile showing she was not as innocent as her words implied-and letting the nurse know definitely that Bonny wasp game for some action.
"You aren't sick, dear. You're just horny," Clara Boudine diagnosed correctly.
Bonny was not about to seek a second opinion.
"But your nipples are stiff, too, Nurse Boudine," the girl said. "I can see them standing out in your blouse. Are you horny, too?"
"I am excited, yes," Clara admitted.
"Then-whatever I need to do to feel relieved-you'll have to do the same thing, huh?" Bonny purred. "Are you gonna show me how to take care of myself?"
Clara hesitated. Her hands were itching to feel this sexy teenager all over-and her tongue was hot for what would follow that foreplay.
But she knew it would be more fun if she, too, were naked. And the girl had given her the green light on that in no uncertain terms.
"That's a good idea, Bonny. I'll undress and give you a demonstration, so that you'll see what you have to do to cool yourself off."
The nurse stood up and quickly stripped her white uniform off and, naked too, she joined Bonny on the bed again. Bonny sat up, her legs in the lotus position, and the nurse sat in the same way, facing the girl.
Clara's cunt was gaping open and spilling out cunt-juice in a lather. Bonny stared at the nurse's pussy, and Clara jerked it up slightly.
Her cunt-lips were unfurled like a fleshy pink blossom and her clit was jutting out, as swollen as her nipples. Pussy-juice trickled down into the crack of her ass, so thick and creamy it looked like spilled milk.
"Watch carefully, Bonny-let me show you how to give yourself a home remedy," Clara huskily whispered.
Nurse Boudine began to run the tips of her fingers up her cunt-slot and against her clit.
"Ummmm-that feels good," she sighed.
Bonny knew all about the art of self caress, but she was watching in fascination, regardless, her nose twitching as she inhaled the delicious bouquet that was flooding from Clara's cunt-hole.
Clara nudged her middle finger into her pussy and wriggled it around as she dipped in and out.
"Why don't you try it, Bonny?" she rasped.
"On myself?" The girl grinned mischievously. "Or can I practice on you, Nurse Boudine?"
Hank gasped so loudly when he heard that that they would have heard the sound, if both females hadn't been panting so heavily, themselves.
Clara pulled her own hand away, baring her cunt for Bonny's caress. Bonny didn't hesitate. They were still playing a game of pretended innocence, but they both knew the rules of the game. Inhibitions were not about to ruin the fun.
Bonny reached into Clara's vee and began to stroke and finger her steamy, swampy pussy. She stabbed a finger up her hot fuck-hose and whipped the edge of her thumb back and forth against her clit.
"Oooooh! If I didn't know better, Bonny, I'd think that you'd done this before," the nurse whispered.
They both giggled, and Hank gasped again.
But then, because she knew that it would please the sexy nurse to be the first, Bonny said: "Only by myself, though. I finger fuck myself a lot, but I've never fooled around with another girl."
The cat was out of the bag now, the false shame and pretense gone, and they exchanged smoldering glances.
"But I've thought about it a lot. And I want to-especially with someone like you, Nurse Boudine," Bonny whispered, nudging her finger in knuckle-deep.
There was no longer any reason to make believe this was a nurse-and-patient relation-ship, simply a course in how to caress cunts. Clara might still be the instructor, being the one with more experience, but Bonny was such a willing and enthusiastic student that the difference between the two was shadowed and negligible.
Clara squirmed closer, knees bent and thighs hooked in a yoga position. They began to play with each other's cunt at the same time.
Watching the distaff dalliance, Hank thought that his prick was going to burst right through the material of his jeans, or maybe burn its way out, melting the denim by the heat of his hard-on.
But he still refused to open his fly and free his cock. He knew that once his naked cock became available, he would be unable to resist the urge to jack off-and he still wanted to keep a stiff prick and a full set of balls for what he figured would be a fascinating encounter with Bonny and Nurse Boudine.
The blond boy was looking forward to a fuck festival, a groin gala, randy rites of passage in a carnal ceremony.
But he knew that they wouldn't welcome an interruption at that moment, and he rolled his eyes and grated his teeth as he waited for the females to finish with each other, before making his presence known ...
Clara and Bonny both arched, so that their plump tits brushed together. They kissed, Clara's golden hair and Bonny's raven hair contrasting nicely, as they ground their lips together passionately.
They swapped tongues and saliva, panting and drooling into each other's mouth.
Clara was probing Bonny's mouth with her tongue, as if to give the girl a hint of what that pliable tongue would feel like in her cunt, demonstrating cunt-lapping by foreplay in the girl's mouth.
The hint was not lost on Bonny.
Bonny twined her own tongue with Clares, like snakes mating in a moist cavern.
Then Bonny drew her head back slightly, a wicked glint in her flashing blue eyes.
"It's funny," the girl softly sighed. "Now my tongue is tingling as much as my clit is."
Clara, who knew the feeling well, smiled. And they gazed at each other in perfect understanding.
Hank, too, started to get the picture.
He didn't understand why two girls who were not lesbians would be cunt-lappers. But he was sure as hell eager to see them dine like dykes.
None of them heard the bell ring to signal the end of that class period ...
CHAPTER FIVE
At least half of the boys from history class rushed to the lavatory to jack off as they thought about Bonny Devlin. The place was so crowded that they had to line up at the stalls, impatiently waiting for the modified privacy of a booth, and then jacking off in hasty desperation as they made believe that their hands were the girl's cunt or mouth.
James Livingstone, the history teacher, was no more immune to Bonny's charms than his pupils.
But he knew that it wouldn't be seemly for a teacher to join his students for communal cumming.
So the tall, elegantly dressed man went, instead, to the school library. He knew that the section where the history books were kept would be isolated, since none of his pupils seemed to have any interest at all in reading up on the subject.
Standing in the shadows of the shelves, he opened his tweed trousers and hauled his cock and balls out.
Feeling confident that he would not be disturbed in this hallowed hall of learning, and comfortably surrounded by the tomes of his trade, he began to jack off.
How could he have known that Myra Childs, the home economics teacher, would find him there beating his meat ...
Myra was in the process of writing a cookbook in her spare time.
A very esoteric cookbook.
She intended to title it "The Art of Cooking with Cum" and it was to be a comprehensive volume including all the spunky sauces and creamy desserts she could imagine. She knew she might lose her job when it was published, but if it was a best seller, it would be worth it.
Myra had done plenty of research at home, inviting all of her male friends to jack off in jars before they went home, then experimenting with all the various taste treats and delicacies that could be prepared from their deposits and donations.
Spunk souffle had been a big success, as had her cum curry.
Today, as fate would have it, Myra was in the school library, researching in the culinary section on the odd chance-quite odd, really-that she might find a few applicable recipes involving jizz or pussy-nectar.
But she hadn't found anything at all.
Then it dawned on her that there might be a few passing references in the history section, since the drinking of cum was a venerable pursuit, the beginnings of which were lost in the mists of antiquity.
She felt sure that the old Romans had relished cum sauce and that the ancient Greeks must have surely made use of it, probably with olive oil.
Why, she might even find the formula for groin goo of Gomorrah or sex sap of Sodom.
So the big-titted home economics teacher wandered back to the history section--and what should she find there but handsome James Livingstone, the history teacher, pounding his prick!
He was standing in profile and failed to notice Myra when she first turned into the dark aisle-although the position gave her a good look at his long cock from the side, so that she had a frame of reference.
His balls were big and full and pre-cum was already glossing the head of his cock.
Myra hated to see spunk spilled out and wasted, left to congeal un-swallowed. It seemed criminal, when there were so many starving people in the world.
She approached and cleared her throat.
James snapped his head around and, finding that he had been caught beating off, he blushed.
But Myra smiled to reassure him.
"Don't stop," she sighed, eyeing his hard prick with a vested interest. "I love to see a man shoot off. Only--I wish that I had a jar or a cup or a jug-something to collect it in."
James stared at her in astonishment.
Realizing that he had no reason to feel ashamed with this remarkable home economics teacher, he grinned crookedly.
"If you want me to, I'll jack off in your mouth," he volunteered.
Myra considered. She did love to drink cum, but thinking it straight out of a squirting prick wasn't how she wanted it. The stuff was scrumptious all by itself, and required no sauces or spices, but simply drinking it neat would not help her in her culinary research.
Any housewife could drink cum unadorned.
Myra Childs had a cookbook to publish.
"No, I don't want to ingest it here-I want to take it home with me," she said.
Then she had a clever idea.
She needed a container for his cum-and what better container than the hairy vessel built into her groin?
She smiled shyly at him and said: "Would you shoot in my cunt, James? Then I can let it dribble out into a jar when I get home."
Her motives puzzled the man.
But a man with a hard-on and a pussy on offer was not about to ask any questions as to where his cum would wind up or to what purpose she might put the stuff.
"Miss Childs, I'll be pleased to service you," the polite history teacher said.
Myra lifted her skirt up above her hips and tugged her panties down, kicking them off. She faced, the shelves and leaned on one with her elbows, hiking her firm white ass up.
She was a well-packed woman who might get fat in later years, if she continued to drink so much highly caloric cum. But at this point in time, she had a spectacular body, and James was delighted that she had aborted his hand-job with a better proposition.
He stood behind her and dipped at the knees as she rose up onto her toes, lifting her loins to the proper angle for fucking in a standing back-skuddle.
Her fat tits were rubbing up and down on the leather-bound spines of books on Roman history, and she seemed as enthusiastic as any Roman at an orgy.
James held her by her supple hips and nudged his prick into her groin.
His cock-knob slipped in and her voracious cunt-slot snatched at it, sucking his prick deeper. He didn't have to hump. Her pussy was swallowing his prick by itself, pulling him like a Chinese finger puzzle.
He fucked in to the balls and his lean belly pressed to the buns of her solid ass.
As he held the cock-meat buried, Myra jerked her hips up, one at a time, working her pussy around on his stationary prick.
She reached down under her bushy vee and fondled his balls, feeling how full they were and whimpering at the prospect of his cum-load.
"Fuck me, James! Feed me your ball broth-soak me with hot sex syrup!"
The woman's strange tastes and terms puzzled the history teacher. If she had a taste for cum, why was she taking it up the cunt-hole, instead of in her mouth?
Maybe she was like Linda Lovelace in "Deep Throat," but m reverse, he figured maybe she had taste buds m the depths of her cunt.
But it made no difference whatsoever to Livingstone where he poured his spunk, as long as he got his rocks off, so he began to fuck away with gusto.
"Ahhhhh-oooohhh! Shoot your yummy jizz up my pussy, James! Fill that hot pussy, baby! I'm hungry for it-make a stew in my snatch!"
He fucked in and ground around, using his cock like a ladle in her bubbling cunt. He could feel her pussy melting around his cock-meat and her fat cit detonating against his sliding cock-shaft.
He rammed in hard, heaving her ass up, lifting her onto her toes. Then he pulled back and she came down, heels drumming on the wooden floor.
Her head wobbled around, face twisting from side to side, and she was panting and salivating. Her cunt was soaking wet, but snug and tight, milking deliciously, giving his cock a massage in the clinging channel.
More cunt-cream gushed out as her carnal crater went off like a volcano, spewing out lust-lava.
Livingstone began to snort like a stallion.
His balls had been bloated since halfway through his last class and, besides, he had already given himself the first half of a hand-job, so he wasn't going to last very long before he creamed off.
But that suited the woman, who yearned for the spunk more than the stroking and longed for his fuck-juice mere than continued friction.
"Cum-cum-cum!" she babbled.
She remembered, vaguely, the claim that a watched kettle never boils.
But then James was grunting like a frenzied bull as he surged to his crest.
She held his hairy balls and felt them balloon in her palm, and she squealed in anticipation of the man's steaming cum-load.
He began to spray cum into her and her greedy cunt drank the cum comestible up like a hungry mouth.
Later, of course, she would be sampling the stuff in the proper orifice, but he knew nothing about that and was happy to squirt it all up into her steamy, seething pussy.
He poured cum into her pussy plentifully, and her cunt collected it, soaking it up like a sponge.
Livingstone shot out a lot of jism, but it was over quickly, the thick stuff all pumping out fast and under plenty of pressure.
He began to flag and falter, missing a stroke and losing the steady beat.
Myra continued to stir the pussy pot, bouncing up and down on his still-stiff utensil.
Her cunt was really cooking now, boiling with his fuck-juices and her own in a savory stew. She appreciated the way he had used his spatula in the preparation of the culinary delight in her cunt. Myra figured he should have been a master chef instead of an historian.
She fucked up and down a few more times, then pulled her sodden pussy off his prick.
Her cunt-slot began to spill over and Myra cupped her hand over it, to contain the seepage, not wanting to have his cum run down her legs and go to waste.
Her wet panties were at her feet where she had kicked them off and, still holding one hand on her cum-filled cunt, the buxom woman bent over and retrieved them.
She wadded her panties up and stuffed them into her fuck-slot, plugging the slot so that none of the precious stuff could escape.
She could feel their mingled fuck-juices swirling around inside her loins, blending together as if her cunt were a meaty Mixmaster. The savory aroma of completed coupling wafted from her groin, making her mouth water. Myra could hardly wait to get home and make a snack with the tasty fuck-slime she had gathered.
But as she bent over, plugging her pussy with her panties, her ass rubbed against his prick, and she felt that his prick was still nice and hard.
She reached between her legs and got a handful of his hairy balls, delighted to find that they were filling up again.
His cock must be a veritable cornucopia of cum, she thought.
She looked back over her shoulder.
"Can you cream again?" she rasped.
Livingstone grinned and nodded. His cock pulsed and throbbed on the solid cheek of her ass with promising vitality.
He presumed she wanted to fuck again.
But now the home economics teacher was presented with a thorny problem. If she pulled the panty plug out of her cunt, all the cream from their first fucking was going to overflow. In getting a second cum-load pumped in, she was going to lose the first.
If she let him shoot cum in her mouth next, would she be able to go the rest of the day without swallowing it? She doubted it, especially when she had to speak in class. The jism would dribble down her chin if it didn't run back down her throat. But then, because his hard fucker was jammed against her ass, she had a better idea.
Her bowels, too, could be a bowl!
And since he taught history, it seemed appropriate to practice the ancient art of Sodom.
Myra had never used ass-flavored cum in any of her recipes, and she figured that it would make a tart and tangy topping for her next repast.
Livingstone was probing his prick into her groin again, but finding her pussy plugged. He groped down, intending to pull the panties out of her cunt.
"No-shove it up my ass!" she croaked.
Again, this remarkable woman astonished the historian. But he wasn't about to decline ...
Meanwhile, at her desk at the front, the librarian raised her head and sniffed.
Miss Groves had been alerted by the aroma of hot cunt that was permeating the chamber, fragrant and pungent as it wafted through the book-lined shelves.
It was an aroma that Miss Groves knew well, for she was a lesbian.
Intrigued, she got up to investigate. She was tall and angular and flat-chested, her hair was straight and mousy, and she wasn't very good looking. But she had an abundant and satisfactory love life, after her fashion, since her tongue was long and vibrant.
Following her nose, inhaling that perfume that she had identified, Miss Groves moved like a bloodhound into the recesses of the library.
When she peered around the corner of the shelves and found the history teacher and the home economics teacher about to do some ass-fucking, she was disgusted.
It always disgusted her to even imagine a woman having sex with a man.
But still, disgusting or not, it was only natural that she lingered and looked.
Nor was it the only looking going on in the school at that moment ...
CHAPTER SIX
Because of her lesbian inclinations, the librarian would have much rather have been watching the scene that Hank Lawson was observing in the nurse's office.
But she wouldn't have enjoyed it any more than the boy was for, although he didn't understand why two normal females would fool around together, he was sure as hell getting a thrill out of it.
Sitting belly to belly and tit to tit, Bonny and Nurse Boudine embraced and kissed heatedly, their tongues sliding back and forth as they got them limbered up for the delectable duty ahead of them.
Clara lowered her tawny blonde head and sucked a fat tit-tip into her lips. She nursed with vocational skill, making Bonny tremble.
Clara brought her hand up out of Bonny's crotch and worked some cunt-juice into the girl's tits. Then she sucked it from the swollen nipples.
"Ohhhhh! You taste so good," she moaned.
"You wanna eat my cunt, Miss Boudine?" Bonny whimpered, stroking the woman's blonde head.
"Ummmmmm!" Clara sighed.
"Don't take too long, 'cause my tongue is awful hot, too," Bonny panted. "I'm as horny to suck you as to have you suck me."
Those were welcome words, indeed, to the bisexual nurse who loved both halves of double-header oral sex with equal enthusiasm.
She sucked tit and breathed in the fuck-hole fumes drifting up from Bonny's crotch. The fragrance was making her drool over the tit course.
Bonny dropped back and lifted her knees, spreading her thighs wide open. She tilted her cunt up like some delicate shellfish that she was offering on a hairy serving platter.
It was a gesture that both Myra Childs, the gourmet cook and Miss Groves, the confirmed cunt-lapper, would have approved of.
Clara began to lick down Bonny's slim tummy, taking her time, pausing to lap her belly button, then to nuzzle in her raven dark cunt-bush.
Clara was hungry for pussy, but in no rush to root in that rut. Since this was Bonny's, first lesbian experience, the nurse wanted to make it a memorable one, attending to all the details.
She adored to eat pussy at any time, but having a novice teenager to seduce was a real thrill. And Clara wanted to savor the preliminaries, making a real banquet out of that bouncy, nubile body.
Bonny jerked her pussy up impatiently.
"Don't tease me, Nurse Boudine! Tongue me-eat my hot pussy!" she wailed.
Clara slid into the teenager's crotch and nudged her nose into her cunt-crack, sniffing and snuffling in the perfumed grotto.
But then, instead of licking and sucking, she moved on down, tonguing the sleek flesh of the girl's inner thighs. She went on down to her feet and sucked on her wriggling toes, practicing for her cit. Then she tongued back up the other extended leg.
Bonny tilted her cunt up again eagerly.
"Roll over, baby-I wanna have a taste of your ass for an appetizer!" Clara panted.
Bonny squealed with joy when she realized what a detailed tonguing she was going to get.
She turned over belly-down on the bed. Then she drew her knees up under her and hiked her ass up high.
Nurse Boudine placed her open hands on the trim cheeks of Bonny's ass and opened them. She stared hungrily at the tiny brown button of her asshole.
Bonny wriggled her ass excitedly.
The teenager had never had her asshole licked, even by a boy, but she knew instinctively that it was going to be a treat.
Clara licked up through the musky crack of Bonny's squirming ass, slobbering and moaning. Her nose sank into the teenager's asshole and she sniffed.
Bonny's asshole was as fragrant as a freshly baked brownie and the succulent scent of her pussy was wafting up, adding to the bouquet.
"Eat my ass, Nurse Boudine!" Bonny begged.
Clara began to lick lightly at the tight little bud of the girl's asshole.
"Ummmm-yummy!" she whimpered.
Watching this sordid scene in fascination, Hank felt his own asshole ripple, as if it were being sucked into his body at the tail end of his hard-on.
He sure hoped he didn't cream his jeans.
But he guessed that it wouldn't matter if he shot a wad off or not, while he watched-because under this sort of stimulation, the potent youth was damned sure that he could cum a dozen times.
And, between them, Nurse Boudine and Bonny Devlin only had six holes to be slimed ...
Clara snaked her tongue up Bonny's shit-chute as far as it would go.
Her lips pressed to the rim and she began to suck as she stabbed her lapper in, so that she was French-kissing the teenager's asshole passionately.
"Oooooh-ahhhhh! Suck my shitter!" Bonny gurgled in glee, wriggling her ass around in Nurse Boudine's face in a frenzy.
If that nimble tongue and those suction-cup lips felt so lovely in her ass, she could just imagine what they would do to her cunt.
Clara drew back, coming up for air, then dove on the girl's ass again, rimming and reaming and rutting around in the puckered shit-slot.
That cherry asshole was so scrumptious that it was making Clara's eyes water.
She loved to launch her lapper where no tongue had been before, sending it like a starship up into those virgin depths. She fucked her tongue in and lapped around in the padded chute, exploring every nook and cranny, while her lips nursed on the ass-ring.
She drooled into the teenager's asshole, then sucked her own saliva back out, flavored by the succulence of tangy young shitter.
Slobber ran down the crack of Bonny's ass and into her crotch, where it steamed and sizzled in the thermal heat of her cunt.
Bonny gasped, feeling as if Nurse Boudine might suck her asshole inside out, as if her guts were going to unravel into the woman's sucking mouth.
Her asshole filled with saliva and when Nurse Boudine sucked it back out, Bonny felt as if her asshole must be creaming off in an orgasm.
Clara's tongue stirred in the girl's ass as if she were licking a fudge bowl clean. She adored this snack, loving the taste and the texture and the tart, pungent fragrance of the girl's virgin ass.
She would have cheerfully eaten out Bonny's asshole for hours. But the girl was wriggling so convulsively that it seemed she might cum at any moment.
And Clara certainly didn't want Bonny's cunt to melt before she had her mouth on it.
If the anal appetizer was so scrumptious, she could hardly wait for the main course of cunt.
She took a last slug on the teenager's tangy shitter, then drew back.
Bonny understood that it was time for the next course to be served and she rolled over onto her back and tipped her pussy up, setting the table.
Nurse Boudine was finished teasing Bonny.
Now it was time for the real feast.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nurse Boudine's blonde head poised over Bonny's black-bushed groin and the woman looked at her pussy like a glutton at a banquet table.
"Suck me silly!" Bonny wailed.
Clara ducked down and licked lightly at the girl's swollen clit.
The knotty nugget flared and Bonny cried out in rapture at the sweet sensation.
Unlike her asshole, her cunt had been tongued and sucked before, but only by boys. And the thought of getting head from a sexy, feminine lady was driving the teenager crazy with desire.
Lesbian sex was naughty, she knew-but that only embellished the thrill of it. She was hot to cream in that loving mouth, and just as hot to find out what cunt-lapping was like with her own tongue.
"Eat-eat-eat!" she moaned.
Clara lapped her clit and Bonny heaved her haunches up from the bed, her pelvis beginning to jerk in a fucking movement.
The nurse licked at the sodden folds of the girl's open cunt-lips, then let her lapper flutter into the steamy slot, spooning out cunt-juice.
Her forehead rested on Bonny's bushy cunt-mound as she snaked her tongue up her fuck-hole as far as it would go, flailing and churning, using her tongue like a ladle.
Bonny's tight pussy was sucking on Nurse Boudine's tongue like a bearded mouth being French-kissed. And Bonny's mouth was working hungrily, emulating the action in her heated pussy, getting her tongue and lips ready for the return engagement even before she had finished the first part of the double event.
As Clara whipped her nimble lapper up the girl's pussy, she clamped her parted lips to the fuck-hole and began to suck with enthusiasm.
She held the teenager by her slim hips, turning and twisting her pelvis around as her head wallowed wantonly in the gooey grotto of her pussy.
Bonny was spilling out cunt-juice heavily.
The delectable nectar foamed past Clara's lips and streamed over her tongue, and her throat worked as she gulped some down greedily.
She drew back for a moment, to look lovingly at what she was munching. Her trembling lips were glistening with cunt-juice, and her tongue was soaking it up like a blotter.
She ducked in again to resume the feast, gobbling gash with glee, rooting with relish in the rut. Nurse Boudine was in a pussy platter's paradise as she munched that sweet-scented pussy.
She plastered her lips to Bonny's cunt like a rubber plunger on a clogged drain, sucking the hairy rim as her lapper sank up the chute.
Clara loved sucking cunt so much that she hoped the girl could last for a long time before she melted. But Bonny was so horny from the foreplay and the rimming, and Clara's mouth was working with such magic that the teenager couldn't hold back for long.
Her pussy was beginning to boil over.
The sweet flow from her fuck-hole was getting hotter and creamier and richer and more nourishing as her cunt-juice turned to cum.
Nurse Boudine's nimble tongue was floating into her slimy slot, bobbing around like a cork in a swamp. Her taste buds were going crazy, and the bisexual nurse thought her lapper might melt in a climax.
"Juice me, Bonny-cream for me, baby! Give me your sweet cunt-cum!" she babbled, the words muffled as she uttered them with her lips pressed lovingly to the girl's bubbling pussy.
"I'm cummin'!" Bonny cried.
Her nubile young body was jolting like a vibrator, every nerve sparking, her blood running hot through her veins. She felt as if she were cumming all over, even the tips of her fingers and her wriggling toes surging with the sweet sensation of her crest.
She heaved her ass up and her hips worked like pistons as she danced her cunt in Clara's face, coating her with cunt-goo from chin to brow.
"Suck it out of me!" the girl wailed.
Nurse Boudine's maw filled up with the female fuck-slime that she cherished so much. She swallowed, drinking deeply from the overflowing fount, and Bonny filled her mouth up again.
Clara held Bonny under the checks of her churning ass and lifted her higher, as if her cunt were a goblet she was draining to the dregs.
Her mouth was open wide, working on slot and clit together, as the one flooded and the other exploded. Pussy-paste lay like melted pearls on her tongue as she quaffed from Bonny's pussy in ecstasy.
Bonny kept feeding her, foaming off steadily, her clit smoldering like a fuse and the core of her cunt turning to jelly.
The girl felt as if her guts were being sucked out through her pussy as that suction-cup mouth continued to drain her off to the dregs.
The teenager clamped her shapely thighs around Nurse Boudine's head for a moment, holding her in a velvet vise. But there was no need to hold the woman trapped where she wanted to be, and Bonny threw her legs open wide again, so that Clara could wallow at will.
Nurse Boudine's blonde head turned from side to side like a terrier shaking a wet rat as, at long last, Bonny began to subside from the crest. *
The girl's grinding gyrations slowed and became jerky and spasmodic. She jerked her knees up to her tits, kicking at the air.
The waves of bliss began to ebb and fade, and Nurse Boudine sucked her down through the descending spasms as she had sucked her up to the peak.
Clara had drained her dry.
Bonny sprawled back with a dreamy smile of pure contentment lighting her radiant face. Nurse Boudine stayed at the girl's pussy for a few minutes, coaxing out the last succulent drops of cum-cream, sating herself to the utmost.
Bonny trembled and shuddered for, although her cumming had ended, it still felt marvelous to have that mouth nursing on her satisfied pussy.
Clara unplugged her lips from the gash and used her lapper to gather up the stray juice out of the crack of Bonny's ass and from her inner thighs, where it had run down like condensed milk.
Then she dove on the teenager's pussy and began to suck some more, so greedy and gluttonous that she was loath to leave that gorgeous gash.
Naturally, under this renewed assault, Bonny's pussy began to simmer again.
It seemed that the nurse was going to suck her off a second time, without any pause. Bonny's happy smile faded away, replaced by renewed passion.
But now her tongue and lips were more horny than her well-eaten cunt was.
With the lower part of her lovely face buried in Bonny's crotch, Nurse Boudine looked up from the tops of her eyes.
She saw that Bonny was licking her lips.
It was time to feed the girl, in turn.
And that was something that a long and lanky librarian would have understood only too well ...
CHAPTER EIGHT
The lesbian librarian had no interest in pricks, by themselves, but she was turning on to the thought of watching Livingstone's big cock fucking in and out of Myra Child's ass and shooting her full of jism.
Miss Groves had been a deviate since childhood and had never sucked off a cock, but she knew that cum was delicious stuff-since she had more than once sucked a bisexual cunt that had recently been juiced into. In fact, the flavor of male fuck-juice pleased her so much that she often wished that she liked men.
Unaware that they were under such keen observation-but still so horny that it probably wouldn't have caused him to stop, anyhow-the history teacher slithered his cock back out of Myra's panty-plugged pussy-slot and began to whip it up and down through the crack of her big, firm ass, as if he were getting it honed up for the tight penetration in store for it.
She shoved her ass back and wriggled against his prick enthusiastically.
Then she put her hands on her ass-cheeks and spread them apart, revealing the puckered little target of her ass-ring.
His cock-knob slid across it, going up and down, his balls rolling into her crotch as the long cock-lance skimmed up the small of her back.
"C'mon!" she snorted impatiently. "Stuff it up my ass, James!"
He hiked his own ass up higher so that the unyielding rod of his cock angled down and the fat cock-knob was aimed into her little asshole.
He gazed down skeptically, not at all sure the bulging cock-head would fit up that snug slot. But her ass-ring was parting and pre-cum was dribbling from his piss-hole, greasing up the narrow aperture nicely.
He held her by her hips and began to wedge his big fucker up her ass. Half the flaring, triangular slab sank into her little asshole and he paused, not wanting to hurt her and, more to the point, not wanting to skin his prick by forcing it up the tight tunnel.
But it seemed that she had had a loaf or two in that hot oven in the past, and she shoved her ass back onto his prick.
His cock-head vanished up her ass.
That bulging cock-head was the widest portion of his cock and, although Livingstone taught history and knew little of geometry or special relationships or topography, it was apparent to him that where his cock-head could pass, the rest of his prick could follow.
He began to stuff his cock-shaft in behind the prow of his surging cock-knob.
She twisted her ass, pushing back to meet his steady penetration.
He was staring down in awe as he watched his thick prick sink in inch by slow inch. Her ass-ring was spreading out wide to accommodate the load and her guts seemed to be swallowing him in by suction, in some strange reversal of the digestive process.
With half of his prick buried, he paused, pumping his cock-muscles and making his cock throb in the snug channel of her ass-guts.
She wriggled around on his meat hook like a fish on a gaff, twisting and undulating and squirming and pushing back to take more cock-meat.
He lunged again and this time all of his long, fat fucker disappeared up her ass.
She gurgled with delight, feeling his prick-knob flare in her ass-guts and his hard prick shaft working around like a crowbar up the chute.
His balls hung down in her crotch and she fondled them, rubbing the solid ball-sac around in her cunt-gash and coating his balls with the goo that was dribbling out around the plug of her wadded-up panties.
Her haunches heaved and humped as he held his prick stuffed up her ass to the hilt. Myra felt transfixed. She would not have been surprised if the head of his long prick had emerged from her mouth, transfixing her on his prick like a pig roasting on a spit.
Livingstone clung to her, mounted on her haunches.
Ass-fucking was a real treat for him.
Her shit-chute was clinging and clutching, gripping his cock much more snugly than her pussy had. And her bowels were like a heated furnace on his cock-meat.
"C'mon, James-bugger me!" she hissed.
Her heated hominess seemed inappropriate for a home economics teacher, Livingstone thought.
Of course, he didn't realize that she was also the would-be author of a cookbook, seeking her fame and fortune by creating recipes that featured cum as the main ingredient-and that she was eager to collect another supply of cum, flavored from her shit-hole like some rare and exotic spice come by caravan from the Orient.
"Pack the fudge, baby!" she snorted, tossing her head and heaving her tits up as she shoved her ass back on his prick. "Give me a cum-enema!"
Livingstone began to fuck her steadily up the ass, pulling out slowly against the clinging suction and fucking back in firmly.
His balls swung in and slapped in her crotch as his reamer submerged in her shitter. Her cunt was already full of combined cum-juices, and now she began to cream again on the ass action.
The absorbent panties that were wadded in her pussy-slot were becoming sodden as cum seeped through. They might have ignited by spontaneous combustion, except that they were much too wet to burn.
He rammed his fucker up her ass, hiking her haunches up and lifting her onto her toes.
Her asshole clung to his prick like hot taffy as he tugged it out and the ass-ring dragged, giving friction to every inch. Her shit-chute was molded to the outline of his prick.
He fucked steadily, humping faster and harder as he surged towards another climax.
Myra squealed in rapture as his cock swelled bigger and harder and stabbed up her ass like a red-hot branding iron.
"Shoot up my ass!" she cried.
Lost to lust, the woman had cried out so loudly that she would have alerted the librarian-had that lady already not been summoned by the scent of hot pussy.
It was obvious that Myra was cumming again.
Miss Groves was panting like a bitch in heat as she watched. She had no use for men, but seeing a male make the sexy economics teacher melt and cream was a far different matter.
Miss Groves was scooping cunt-juice from her own burning pussy as she began to crest, herself. Cunt-juice pooled in her palm and she brought her soaking hand up to her mouth and lapped it up like a cat at a saucer of milk as she grazed down the aisle and watched the ass-fucking surging towards a conclusion.
It was more than evident that Myra Childs was fond of cock.
Miss Groves was starting to speculate on whether she might also be game for some female face.
It was sure as hell worth considering!
Then the fanny-fucking came to a foaming finale ...
CHAPTER NINE
Livingstone was hammering like a blacksmith on the firm anvil of Myra's ass.
His big fucker sank in to the hilt he began to spray his spunk lavishly into the woman's ass-guts.
Myra wailed in ecstasy, her cunt creaming as she felt his cum-load hosing her guts. It was swirling into her digestive tract in slimy ropes and creamy cables. She could feel each spurt of cum pour up her ass-guts.
She even fancied that she could taste the familiar flavor of fuck-juice, as if it were pouring straight through her alimentary canal and soaked her taste buds as it bubbled up from her gorge.
His cum spurted as he rammed in and blew again on the backstroke. He filled her bowels to the brim and spunk came seeping out of her trim little asshole as his fat prick plugged it full.
He finished cumming and sagged, clinging to her hips, his logs gone weak and trembly.
Myra kept on jerking and twisting and fucking her asshole up and down on the stationary cock-lance as she worked her own cumming off to the end.
She leaned against the bookshelves, panting, as the history teacher stayed stuck up her ass for a while, holding her hips and swaying around on the end of his pack, as if only that firm rod was supporting him.
The cock-meat began to soften in her ass at last, and his balls hung slack and deflated between her thighs.
Myra grasped his balls again and squeezed them gently, as if to make sure that they had yielded up every, cherished drop. A last gooey glob of cum oozed from his piss-hole as she applied pressure at the source.
He pulled out as he had gone in, withdrawing his cock inch by inch.
Livingstone's prick had turned rubbery now and it came snaking out, wobbling and bending, still firm and tense but no longer iron-hard.
The fat cock-knob stuck in her shit-slot for a moment, then popped out like a cork from a bottle.
Jizz gushed from her gaping asshole and ran down her ass-crack, into her groin.
Myra reached back and cupped her hand over her leaking ass, trying to keep the spunky preserves in the bowl.
Livingstone staggered back, panting and gasping. His prick was bobbing up and down, as if undecided whether to collapse or to get stiff again.
Miss Groves was eyeing that slime-coated hunk of cock-meat with a vested interest.
The dyke had never sucked a cock, nor did she want to-put a cock that had just come out of a female cunt and asshole was a different matter!
Sucking cunt-cream and ass-juice from a prick wasn't the same as sucking a prick for its own sake-the cock-meat was simply the vehicle by which female nectar could be delivered to a cunt-starved lesbian, she figured.
And Miss Groves was so hungry by this time that she thought her tongue was going to melt!
Her saliva was shining on her lips and her eyes were glowing with perverse lust.
Did she dare to approach them, tongue first, there amidst the historical volumes where another Chapter could be added to her personal history?
Livingstone had wobbled back across the aisle and was leaning against the opposite shelf.
Myra had hunkered down, kneeling, her pussy still plugged, with fuck-slim seeping through the fabric of her embedded panties and her hand flat on her ass in an attempt to keep all the cum contained.
Myra obviously had a problem.
How in hell was she going to keep the jizz from running out while she returned to her classroom, where she had an assortment of bowls and dishes and containers into which she could let the cum seep for storage?
She was thinking that it would be lovely to mix up a batch of cum cookies and serve them to the girls in her next home economics class-without telling them what the secret ingredient was, of course-to get the opinions of discriminating young ladies regarding the secret recipe.
Her pussy was no big problem.
Some jizz and cunt-cum was dribbling down her thighs, but the panties in her pussy were soaking most of the precious stuff up. And she knew that she could always wring the sodden garments out over the mixing bowl.
But she had nothing with which to stop up her asshole, and she could hardly walk through the school corridors with her hand under her skirt, her finger plugging her asshole.
Could she transfer the cum in her ass to her mouth, by hand, and keep from swallowing until she had reached her classroom and could spit in a jar?
But wouldn't the flavor of saliva have some unknown effects on the taste of that mouthful, even if she could keep from gulping it down?
It was a unique sort of dilemma that only the author of a cum cookbook would ever encounter.
But help was at hand.
Myra was about to discover that cooking wasn't always needed-that fuck-juice and cunt-cream could be savored rare, and right from the source.
The lesbian librarian came walking down the aisle, licking her lips and chomping at the bit.
James and Myra were understandably flustered at being caught under these circumstances and they both blushed and stammered a bit. But they could think of no possible excuse or explanation and, too, they could clearly see that Miss Groves was not angry or scandalized at having her library put to such seamy use.
With her mind made up, Miss Groves walked right up to them with her long, lanky stride-then sank down onto her knees in front of Livingstone.
Her face was level with his loins.
His semi-hard prick was weaving around like a rubber hose before her eyes.
There was a look of distaste on her face at the prospect of sucking prick, but it was modified by a glowing anticipation, since that prick was soaked in female fuck-juices.
She pressed her nose to his cock-knob and sniffed. The gamy aroma or cock-meat was new to her, yet hardly unpleasant, and the fragrance was overlaid with a tantalizing perfume of pussy and ass.
Miss Groves took a deep breath.
Then she sucked the man's prick into her thin-lipped mouth and began to nurse with gusto.
Sucking cock was not nearly the hardship that the lesbian librarian had presumed it would be. To her pleasant surprise, she realized that it was a thrill to suck a guy's meaty cock.
She began to bob her head up and down and Livingstone started to hump, pumping his partially hard cock into her mouth.
His prick began to swell and stiffen and get hot again, increasing her delight.
She swallowed right down to the hairy hilt and sucked up greedily, her mouth milking all, the cunt-cum and the ass-juice from his cock.
She drew her lips from the prick-knob and gazed at it. His prick was all wet with her drool now, but not a drop of female goo remained on it.
To begin with, Miss Groves had single-mindedly intended only to taste Myra's fuck-juices from Livingstone's prick, then to switch her attentions to the woman.
But now that she knew the joy of a mouthful of stiff prick, her attitude had changed-and her whole lifestyle was about to be altered.
In a flash, Miss Groves saw that just because she liked to eat pussy didn't
mean she couldn't enjoy sucking an occasional cock.
She began to suck his prick again, relishing it on its own now, unadulterated by girl-cum. She had no trouble in figuring out how to give head to a guy-it was just like sucking a colossal clit!
Livingstone fucked into her mouth and she gagged as his cock-head clogged her throat, but she took it gladly and then sucked back up through every scrumptious inch and turned on his cock-knob again.
Myra, still holding her hand over her cum-filled asshole, stared at them in amazement.
She had always thought that the lanky, lean librarian was a lesbian!
It just showed how easy it was to make a mistake in judging people.
It was making her horny again, too.
But she didn't have long to wait before she found out that her first impression of Miss Groveshad been right-except now the librarian was no longer exclusively a dyke, having discovered the delights of cock and become bisexual on the spot.
Livingstone fed his cock to her and croaked: "Gonna shoot-you wanna drink it, baby?"
"Ummmm-ummmmm-ummmmm!" she enthused.
He rammed his prick down her gullet so his first gooey spurt of jism shot straight down her belly and she didn't get to taste it.
But she pulled the collar of her lips back up to his prick-knob and took the second flood on her tongue, driving her taste buds crazy.
Livingstone sprayed her mouth and she drank from his cock with delight, relishing every hot, thick glob of cum and wondering how she had been foolish enough to go all of her life without experiencing such a treat.
And now that she knew how scrumptious cum was, it made the prospect of swallowing more of the stuff even more inviting.
She knew where there was lots more, too.
In Myra Child's asshole and cunt ...
CHAPTER TEN
Myra was whimpering as she watched, her hot body steaming for some attention.
Miss Groves milked away like a vacuum cleaner, getting every last drop out of the history teacher's prick.
When he stopped dribbling cum from his piss-hole, she took her mouth off his cock and used her lapper to gather up the stray fuck-slime from the hairy root of his cock and from his sagging balls. His prick drooled over her shoulder as she nuzzled his balls.
Then Miss Groves turned to Myra.
They exchanged an incandescent look and Myra moaned when she realized that she was not to be deprived-that the librarian had manifold tastes.
Miss Groves moved across the aisle, on her knees. She kissed Myra on the lips and they shared the residue of the history teacher's cum for a moment. Then Miss Groves moved behind the teacher and began to kiss the solid cheeks of her ass. Myra hiked her haunches up, gurgling with glee.
Just as the librarian had become instantly bisexual with her first taste of cock-meat, so now was Myra about to become a switch hitter when she experienced her first suck session with a lady.
From opposite ends, they came to a mutual center of ardent inclinations.
Miss Groves spread Myra's firm ass-globes open with her hands and began to lick up the cleft. Then she put her lips to Myra's gooey asshole and began to suck the jism out with wanton joy.
Myra squealed and panted as that skilled mouth worked on her asshole.
She could feel the cum being pulled from her bowels, but there was no longer any reason to retain it. It was far better to feed it directly to this lovely librarian than to go to all the bother of baking a batch of cum cookies.
"Ahhhh! Eat my asshole!" she moaned.
Mumppphhhfff!" Miss Groves mumbled.
Livingstone was looking on in astonishment.
His overworked cock was starting to rise again under this new stimulation. His prick swelled and stiffened and came up like a phoenix from the ashes, his sexual vitality renewed by the visual thrill of watching.
But the women seemed to be all wrapped up in one another-and he wondered if there would even be a place to put his prick again now.
Miss Groves sucked all the fuck-slime out of Miss Childs' asshole, then sat back on her heels, licking her lips, as Myra twisted around to face her.
Myra pulled the wadded-up panties from her cunt-hole.
A great tide of cunt-cum and jism spilled from her then blocked pussy, streaming down her meaty thighs and lathering her crotch.
Miss Groves took the sodden panties from Myra's hand and held them up to her face. Her tongue slurped out, flicking and licking.
She stuffed the slimy garment into her mouth and sucked and chewed, purring with pleasure as her tongue soaked up the secondhand cum.
Myra sat back on her ass and raised her knees, spreading her thighs. She knew by this time just what the librarian hungered for, and she used her fingertips to spread her cummy cunt open wide.
Miss Groves spat the saliva-drenched panties out and dove on Myra's pussy.
Myra wailed with rapture as that experienced tongue and those enthusiastic lips went to work in her gooey gash, licking and sucking her cunt and probing up into her sodden fuck-hole.
Miss Groves sucked all the juice from the previous cummings out and kept on mouthing away until she had sucked Myra up to another orgasm.
She drank her dry.
Myra dropped back, gasping, and Miss Groves raised her head up, her chin dripping.
She wasn't sure if the economics teacher, who had been hitherto heterosexual, would be interested in doing some pussy-sucking, herself-especially now that she had gotten her rocks off again.
But Myra was more than a teacher. She was also the inventive and imaginative author of a cookbook, and now she was eager for a new culinary experience.
"Let me eat you out," she moaned.
Miss Groves, always more than happy to convert a sexy woman to distaff dining, lifted her staid skirt and removed her sensible cotton panties.
Her cunt was bushy and creamy, the coral-pink cunt-lips spread open wide.
Myra, without any hesitation at all, dove in and began to lick the librarian's pussy.
Her tongue was as thrilled now as her clit had been when the other woman was eating merrily away at her pussy. Cunt-juice was as yummy as cum!
Myra realized that she would have to revise her cookbook or write a sequel featuring creamy cunt sauces and twat tarts and pussy pastry.
Although she had no previous experience, Myra was a natural cunt-lapper and she had the librarian juicing off in a very short time. She sucked up to the peak and held her there, then sucked her down.
Miss Groves sprawled out, sucked limp and tongue-fucked silly, her lean loins quivering.
Livingstone was hoping that now he would get a chance to sink his new hard-on into one of the women. He didn't give a shit which of them it happened to be, nor which of their fuck-holes he spilled his cum-load into.
But, to his dismay, charmed by this new social sucking, Myra lowered her head and began to suck the librarian's cunt again.
Miss Groves, who always got hungry after she had been fed upon, twisted lithely around and locked up in the position of inverted love.
They began to sixty-nine with hearty appetites, each enjoying both ends of the coupling equally. Myra was finding all sorts of brand new taste treats as she groveled in the librarian's cunt-gash and whipped her own cunt in that adoring face.
Myra's clit sparked.
The tingling sensation passed like an electric flux into Miss Groves' tongue and, a split second later, Miss Grove's clit exploded and passed the hot thrill back into Myra via her lapper.
They were rising towards a simultaneous crest, sharing the thrill as it raced back and forth between their linked loins and mouths like a high-voltage current.
And as they shared the thrill, so too were they sharing the pussy-juice.
Myra's mouth filled up with the cum from the librarian's pussy and a second later her own cunt spilled out the same amount, so that it seemed as if the cream she was gulping down at one end was rushing straight through her body and pouring out at the other end, returning to the source from which it had come.
They sucked each other through the spasms.
They paused, licking lightly and tenderly in the soothing aftermath.
Then, insatiably, they began to eat voraciously once again. Locked in lesbian love, they rolled in the aisle, one on top and then the other, arms and legs all tangled up, mouths glued to cunts.
Livingstone was totally ignored and distraught, as his hard-on hammered away savagely, demanding to be drained.
It was fun to watch the women eat each other out, to be sure, but he had seen plenty of cunt-lapping, and now he was desperate for some action.
He thought about shoving his prick into one of their assholes as they churned around. But they were rolling and writhing so strenuously that the prospect made him a bit wary.
His prick was much too stiff to bend now, and if he got it firmly stuck up a tight shit-chute and they continued to gyrate, he could foresee a very real and menacing possibility of having his cock snapped off at the root.
Sadly, he decided that he was simply going to have to jack himself off for relief.
But he felt embarrassed by the idea of playing with his own prick there in the presence of the woman. It would only make it more painfully obvious how totally unnecessary his prick was to their sexual pleasure. They might even make fun of him.
He could counter by charging them with being lesbians, of course-but, somehow, he didn't think that the accusation would bother them in the least.
They seemed to be enjoying it too much to worry about embarrassing accusations.
He decided to seek solitude elsewhere in the aisles of the library. He tucked his rampaging hard-on away with some difficulty, wincing as he stuffed his cock his trousers. He walked away, feeling unwanted, his cock-bulge standing out boldly.
He paused in the reference section and was about to haul his stiff prick out for a vigorous beating. But jacking off without something to look at wasn't very interesting for the tormented man.
Yet what choice did he have?
It was pound his prick in private or give the lesbian lovers the satisfaction of seeing that they had reduced him to his own hand.
Then he remembered the nubile young lady who, by tossing her ass and jiggling her tits so provocatively in his history class, had gotten him into such a desperately horny condition to begin with.
She had not returned to class, and there was a good chance that she was still in the nurse's office, probably lying down and resting.
Maybe the new nurse would not be around.
Maybe the sexy teenager's blouse was un buttoned or her skirt had risen up her thighs so that a man might get a look at her tits or crotch.
She might even be asleep-so that a guy, if he was careful and quiet, could jack off and squirt his spunk on her cute face and big tits!
Livingstone figured it as an unlikely possibility, but it was well worth a look ...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As James Livingstone was imagining how sexy Bonny Devlin would look laid out on the nurse's bed, Hank Lawson was feasting his eyes on the reality of that posture-and in conjunction with the nurse, too.
Nurse Boudine raised her face out of Bonny's foaming fuck-hole, and Bonny flashed her lapper out like a lesbian's promissory note.
"Sit on my fucking face," the girl whimpered. "I wanna suck your pussy!" Clara grinned happily when she realized that her young pupil was proving to be a real pleasure.
Mutual cunt-lapping was always fun, but it was a lot more thrilling when the seduced girl had never sucked a cunt before-when it was a virgin mouth, in a way, into which the cunt-cum would flow.
The nurse began to move up the black-haired teenager's curvy, nubile body.
She straddled his hips and brushed her tawny cunt-bush on Bonny's raven vee.
Bonny tilted her groin up and the two females rubbed their cunts and clits together. Their creamy juices leeped from cunt-slot to cunt-slot.
Nurse Boudine slid on up Bonny's tummy, laying a slug trail behind her wriggling ass. Cunt-juice formed a pool in Bonny's belly button.
Clara squatted over Bonny's tits and wiped her hairy pussy on them. Juice poured into the girl's cleavage and she jerked up, fucking Clara's cunt with her stiff nipples.
Clara's clit flared on Bonny's tit-tips.
Bonny craned her head up, staring down at the steamy pussy that was being delivered to her. Her mouth was so full of drool for that delicious pussy that it felt as if she was already drinking from it.
"Move up here, Nurse Boudine-I'm fucking hungry to eat your pussy!"
Clara slid up the girl's breastbone and tilted her cunt up towards her chin.
"Eat, baby!" she moaned.
Bonny buried her lovely little face in the swamp of the nurse's groin and began to lick and suck with gusto. Sucking cunt was even better than she had imagined it would be-and that was saying a lot.
She loved the taste and the texture and the pungent perfume of pussy, and the clever teenager knew instinctively just how to give lesbian head, going at it with a veteran pussy-lapper from the first lick.
She seemed to be trying to bury her face ears-deep in that gooey cunt-gash.
Nurse Boudine lurched from side to side and slid up and down, her adorably trim ass hitting the teenager's tits, then jerking up as she swiped her wet cunt onto Bonny's face.
She was mopping Bonny from her chin to her cheekbones, slathering her whole face with pussy-juice.
Bonny panted and slurped away merrily in the steaming slot of the nurse's cunt.
"Drink, baby-eat, girl!" Clara moaned.
Bonny sucked and swallowed, gurgled and gulped, drinking cunt-slime from the nurse's fuck-hole. She loved the sucking and the tongue-fucking, and she adored the taste of the pussy-nectar she was milking out.
Her lips parted and plastered to Clara's cunt-slot, glued to her gash by a paste of pussy-slime and saliva and bonded by the heat of fusion.
She sucked Clara's cit in and worked on it as if it were a smoldering fuse, ready to ignite the explosion of the woman's cumming.
She held Clara by the ass, tugging her pussy onto her face as if she were pulling a rubber over the head of a prick.
"Cum-cum-cum!" Bonnie wheezed, her voice bubbling as she spoke right up Clara's cunt-hole.
Clara began to melt in Bonny's mouth.
Bonny went suck-crazy as the flow got hotter and thicker, turning to cum-cream.
Nurse Boudine was feeding her as much fuck-juice as any boy had ever hosed her with, filling her mouth up time and again in an endless flow.
Bonny could almost feel a steamy tide of cunt-nectar slosh around in her belly. Her mouth filled to the brim, she gulped it down, and the nurse fed her more.
"Don't stop-don't ever stop-I wanna eat your cunt forever!" Bonny whimpered
Or any other cunt, come to that.
Even before Bonny had finished draining her first-ever pussy, the naughty little nymphet was wondering which of her girlfriends might be interested in doing some gash-gobbling with her.
She would still fuck and suck with plenty of boys, certainly, but from now on her sexual tastes were going to be a lot more varied.
She was even wondering if it was true that Miss Groves, the long, lean, lanky librarian, was a lesbian, as it was rumored.
Miss Groves was not nearly as gorgeous as Nurse Boudine-but when a girl's head was buried in a hot pussy, she couldn't see who she was sucking, anyhow.
She mouthed away voraciously, in two minds about it. She was hot to have Nurse Boudine cream off and to swallow the last drops, yet the process of doing so was so swell that she wanted it to last for hours before that creamy climax crested and began to ebb.
Clara cried out as she soared to the heavenly heights of orgasm. She clung at the peak for long moments, then sighed and began to descend.
Bonny sucked her down through the fading waves, milking out the final drops of cunt-cream, working off the last sweet spasms of Nurse Boudine's climax.
Nurse Boudine squirmed and wriggled on Bonny's pretty face, grinding away.
Then she reached down and opened her cunt-slot wider with her fingers, so that Bonny could eat away in the inner pussy-folds.
Bonny fucked her tongue so far in that she seemed to be tonguing the very core of Nurse Boudine's fuck-hole, sinking in damned near as deep as a prick.
When Clara finally finished cumming she pulled her pussy off the teenager's face with a juicy slurping sound, breaking the suction.
She dismounted and lay down.
Bonny was still lapping away ravenously, as if she didn't realize that her mouth was no longer plastered to a pussy.
They embraced lovingly, kissing, tasting their own cunt-cum on each other's tongue and lips. They lay belly to belly and tit to tit and cunt to cunt, slowly undulating in rapture.
"Ohhhh-I just love to eat you out, Nurse Boudine," the enthusiastic initiate into the deviate arts sighed. "I think I love to suck your cunt even more than having you go down on me."
Then she giggled.
"Well, just as much, maybe," she added.
"Did you know I was a cunt-lapper, honey?" Nurse Boudine inquired. "Is that why you came to see me?"
"Well, no-I was gonna meet Hank Lawson here. We've been fucking in the office, when Nurse Hagadorn was in charge, you see. She was always drunk and never noticed what was going on around her. But I'm sure glad that you took care of Hank-so that you and me could do it together, Nurse Boudine. Guys are great, and Hank has a real whopper, but I was hot to try cunt-sucking."
She paused and looked wily.
"But you already know about Hank having a whopper, don't you?" the girl chirped.
The nurse blinked.
She was surprised by what Bonny had said, although not at all disconcerted.
"Why do you say that?" she asked.
Bonny looked saucy and impish.
"I was watching," she admitted. "I saw you jerk Hank off in your face and on your tits-and I saw you lick his jizz up, too. That's what made me so hot that I figured I'd see if you liked girls, too."
"Why, you little peeper!" Nurse Boudine said, but she was smiling.
She didn't mind at all that Bonny had been spying on her and Hank. She liked to perform for an audience and, besides, that peeping session had led to the lesbian sex she craved.
But then the nurse frowned slightly.
"Gee-I forgot about Hank," she said. "He was going to come tight back so that I could do some more nursing on his prick. I wonder where he is?"
"If he was here now, we could both suck and fuck with him," Bonny said.
And that, of course, was Hank Lawson's cue to walk into the inner office.
Watching had been inspirational.
Now it was time for audience participation ...
CHAPTER TWELVE
James Livingstone looked into the nurse's office secretly, hoping that Nurse Boudine would not be there-so that he could sneak a look at the sexy teenager resting in the back room.
He got a big surprise.
Hank Lawson had evidently beaten him to the punch. The boy was staring through the rear door, leering lustfully, his jeans contorted by a hard-on.
Since James had intended to do the same thing, he could hardly blame the boy.
But then Hank began to take his clothing off.
Leaving the garments discarded on the floor, he went naked into the back room.
James heard a female squeal of delight.
Holy cow, he thought. Young Lawson must be fucking Bonny Devlin!
That would be well worth a peek!
He tiptoed across the outer office and looked into the back-and was astonished to discover not only Bonny but Nurse Boudine, as well, both stark naked and grinning at Hank as he approached.
Both girls had cunt-juice on their lips and their cunts were wet with drool and it was evident that they had been locked in lesbian love.
James, who had just left the librarian and the home economics teacher groaning and grinding away in a deviate dining session, was sure as shit learning a few new things about the ways of women.
They seemed overjoyed to have the horny young man join them.
And James figured that they would be pleased to have him arrive, as well, since an extra prick was always a welcome addition to any orgy.
But he guessed that he would watch for a while, first, pleasuring his eyes before he got his prick involved in the action.
And they put on quite a show for him, too.
"Have you been spying on us?" Nurse Boudine asked, her lovely face coloring slightly-but it was more of a flush of arousal than a blush of shame, for she was not at all guilty about being a cunt-lapper.
"Yeah-you two really love to eat pussy, huh?" the boy rasped. "I hope you like to suck pricks, too."
He knew that Bonny did, of course, and it was a good bet that Nurse Boudine was just as enthusiastic.
"Ummmmm!" the woman purred.
"Me, too!" Bonny squealed, for the teenager was determined not to be left out.
She wasn't the jealous type and she didn't mind sharing Hank with the nurse, but she certainly wanted her portion of the young man's big prick and creamy cum.
Nurse Boudine was of like mind.
"Let's blow him together," she suggested.
Bonny and the nurse sat up on the edge of the bed and Hank stood in front of them, his ass tightening as he jabbed his cock at them.
Nurse Boudine lapped his hot cock-head, her saliva sizzling on the cock-meat.
Bonny took a slug, in turn.
Hank turned, offering his big cock to one and then the other.
They licked his prick-knob in turn, sharing the movable feast of the meaty slab.
Nurse Boudine let his cock-head slip past her lips and sucked on it happily.
Bonny ducked down and worked on his balls, licking and sucking and moaning when she felt his cum-load shift sluggishly within.
Clara drew her mouth off his prick-knob and Bonny pulled her lips up his throbbing cock-shaft and took the flaring purple cock-head into her mouth for some sucking, while the blonde nurse went down on his balls.
Hank was so randy from watching them suck each other that he would have shot off immediately, if either of them had sucked steadily on his prick.
But since they were only taking a slug or two, then passing his prick on to each other, he wasn't getting into the cum-rhythm. He always receded from the surging crest during the instant that his cock was in transit.
Pre-cum began to slather his cock-knob.
Bonny lapped some up and Nurse Boudine got her tongue filmy with cock-lube, then they kissed each other with his pre-cum running back and forth in their mouths.
"Milk me off!" he croaked, afraid that his balls were going to suffer a blow-out and his jizz might leak out and run down his legs.
Still kissing each other, they took the head of his cock between their panting lips, sucking the slab as they French-kissed around it.
Hank began to hump.
He drove his prick deep into Nurse Boudine's mouth, then plunged back into Bonny's gullet.
"Oooooh-fuck our faces!" the nurse moaned. "Use our mouths like cunts!"
He slogged into one, then the other.
Then the boy began to concentrate on Nurse Boudine exclusively. Since Bonny had frequently sucked him off in the past, the horny kid wanted to feed his fuck-juice to Clara this time.
He face-fucked the nurse steadily.
Her lips distended as he drew back so he was damned near pulling her sweet mouth inside out.
Her tongue as flashing against the underside of his sliding prick and her mouth was filling up with his slippery pre-cum.
The potent youth had already given Nurse Boudine as much spunk as a lesser man would have dosed her with when he got his rocks off-and the cum-starved nurse still had that treat ahead of her.
Bonny, seeing that Hank was concentrating on cumming in Nurse Boudine's mouth, began to lick around the edges of the face-fucking.
She licked Clara's cock-stuffed lips, and she went down to nuzzle Hank's balls, purring as the succulence of that gamy treat sparked on her taste buds.
She tilted her raven head and fitted her lips to the veined underside of his cock-shaft so that the boy was fucking through her mouth as he sank in and pulled out of Nurse Boudine's maw.
Clara's cheek hollowed in as she sucked and puffed out as she blew-down his cock-rod, as if she were inflating his balls through, the meaty valve.
"Umphhffff-glubbbbb!" she sputtered, as he rammed his cock-head down her throat.
His prick came out wet with saliva and pre-cum, and Bonny sucked the juice up and sent this prick back into the nurse's mouth glistening with her own drool.
"Cum-cum--shoot in her mouth, Hank!" Bonny babbled.
The naughty girl was as eager to see Hank cream in Nurse Boudine's sucking mouth as she would have been to swallow that load of cum herself.
"Ummmm-yeah-slime me, baby!" Nurse Boudine mumbled before he rammed her gullet again.
"Here it comes!" Hank wailed.
"Ummmmm!" Nurse Boudine sighed in hungry anticipation.
"Yeah-yeah!" Bonny moaned, mouthing the vibrant cock-shaft as it slid in and out.
His cock pulsed as he plunged in, pouring his hot jizz down Nurse Boudine's throat.
He shot again on the recoil and the cock-cream sprayed over her frenzied tongue, driving her crazy with the taste and the texture.
Cum swirled in her cheeks and sloshed through her teeth and clung to the arched roof of her mouth like limestone seepage in a moist cavern.
Her lapper was floating around like a pliable raft in a steamy swamp.
"Don't stop! More-more!" Nurse Boudine moaned in her greed for boy-cum.
She was drinking jism voraciously, but the youth was spurting so much cock-spume out that she couldn't manage to ingest it all. Thick, milky jizz spilled from her lips and ran down her chin.
Bonny lapped up the overflow of cum happily.
"Ahhhhh-drain my cock, Nurse Boudine! Swallow my spunk!" the boy gasped.
He began to falter at last.
Nurse Boudine graciously pulled her gooey lips off his prick so that Bonny could have a share.
Bonny slipped the collar of her lips over the head of Hank's prick and he fed her his last squirt of cum.
Then they both used their tongues to gather up the stray cum from his cock and balls and a few trickles that had seeped down his thighs.
They kissed each other passionately, cum gushing from mouth to mouth.
Hank was wobbling, his legs gone weak.
His balls were hanging slack now, drained and empty, but his stout prick was still standing as stiff as if ho hadn't just shot off.
There was plenty of life left in the young man's big fucker, obviously.
His balls began to recharge, at once, another load of spunk seeping in drop by drop from his virile spermaries.
"You wanna fuck him now, Nurse Boudine?" Bonny asked in a trembling voice.
"Oh, yes-I'm dying for a cunt-full!" the naughty nurse enthused. "If you don't mind-"
"Oh, no-you can fuck yourself silly on his prick, and I'll lick around the edges."
They all thought that a lovely scenario.
So did a horny history teacher as he spied. Like Hank had, he began to strip for action.
Livingstone removed all of his clothing and discarded the garments on the floor of the outer office.
His prick was looming up like a derrick.
But he figured he would wait a few more minutes and let them start fucking before he joined them.
By lingering at the doorway, Livingstone was about to put on a display, himself ...
Myra and Miss Groves finished up another sixty-nine session, glugging merrily away as they drank the cunt-cum from each other ravenously.
Then, because they had both become bisexual now, from opposite extremes of the sexual polarity, they looked for Livingstone, thinking that some good, hard fucking would be lovely now that they had savored the tender treat of tonguing.
But he had departed.
They were both disappointed, especially Miss Groves, for she was really looking forward to getting some prick up her cherry fuck-hole.
Now that she had discovered the joy of heterosexual love, he was keen to have it all.
"I guess we'll just have to eat each other out some more," she sighed.
It was no hardship, of course, since her first love was cunt-lapping.
"Yeah," Myra agreed, being greedy for gash herself, now that she knew how good it was to do some mutual cunt-sucking with another woman.
"Only this floor is awful hard, and I'm getting slivers in my ass. I wish we had we had a bed to use."
"Why don't we go down to the nurse's office and see if there's no one there?" Miss Groves suggested.
So they did.
But there was someone there, all right.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Looking into the outer office, Miss Groves and Myra Childs were amazed to find James Livingstone standing stark naked, peering through the back door. His cock was standing up magnificently.
The women looked at each other and grinned.
Then, bringing up the tail end of a visual daisy chain, playing the caboose on the voyeur train, they spied on Livingstone as he spied on the threesome.
They wondered what on earth he was watching.
They would soon find out ...
Hank lay down on the bed, his cock-lance towering from his groin like a redwood. The head of that long fucker was gleaming with cock-lube.
Nurse Boudine threw a knee across and straddled the young man's loins.
She rolled her slim tummy against his rampant prick, then slid up it as if she were shimmying up a pole. His cock-knob rustled through her tawny cunt-bush and then nudged back into her crotch.
She perched atop his fucker like a flagpole sitter, squirming on the end.
Her pussy-lips sucked on the bulging slab and cunt-cream streamed down his veined cock-shaft.
Bonny knelt behind them and lowered her dark head. She began to slurp up the cunt-juice as it poured down Hank's hard cock-shaft.
She adored the flavor of pussy-nectar and it was a real treat to taste it from cock-meat, satisfying her urge to mouth both genders.
She sucked on Hank's balls, then she rose up and began to lick out Nurse Boudine's asshole.
Bonny stuffed her tongue up into Nurse Boudine's shit-chute as far as it would reach. She could feel Hank's prick throbbing away in the other tunnel as the nurse slowly pushed down and took his prick balls-deep up her cunt.
Nurse Boudine began to fuck up and down on Hank's big cock, and Bonny feasted, sucking the woman's asshole, ducking down to tongue Hank's balls, licking his glistening prick-shaft as it pulled out and pumped in.
It was a treat to be tonguing male and female at once, and the girl was looking forward happily to sucking Hank's jizz out of Nurse Boudin's pussy after he shot off.
Nurse Boudine was fucking the boy slowly, wanting to make it last.
Bonny ate her ass out with glee, adding another sweet sensation, stabbing her lapper up Nurse Boudine's ass.
Then Nurse Boudine began to turn around.
Holding Hank's cock stuck up her cunt, she slowly rotated and came around on the meaty spindle, so that she was seated on him backwards now.
Bonny hungrily clamped her mouth on Nurse Boudine's spread cunt-gash and began to suck her clit as the woman rode up and down on Hank's cock.
She turned her head so that his prick was moving through her lips as the boy heaved up and plunged up Nurse Boudine's cunt-hole to the core.
This was a real smorgasbord for Bonny. She was tasting pussy and prick at the same time.
Nurse Boudine's sweet cunt-juice poured out, the tide of pussy-slime shot through with streaks of pre-cum.
Bonny rose up to suck some bobbling tits and to kiss Nurse Boudine on the lips, showing her what a flavorsome snack she was enjoying.
Then she dove into the nurse's groin again.
Nurse Boudine was creaming off spectacularly, pleasured by cock and mouth together.
"Shoot in her cunt, Hank-I'm hungry to swallow your jizz out of her pussy!" Bonny moaned.
He rammed up and his balls ballooned against Bonny's lips as his cock-shaft disappeared.
"Jizz me! Cum in me!" Nurse Boudine pleaded.
She was melting in a climax and yearning to feel hot boy-cum squirt into her as she creamed.
Hank grunted, then howled.
His climax hit and his jizz shot into Nurse Boudine's cunt in gooey geysers. She fucked up and down as he drained off into her. Cunt-cum and spunk gushed from her cock-stuffed cunt and Bonny drank deeply.
Hank emptied his balls and sprawled out on the bed, no longer humping up and down.
Nurse Boudine fucked merrily on, working her cumming off, spasm after spasm shaking her loins.
She settled down to the hilt of Hank's cock, her cunt-lips plastered to the root. Bonny sucked a last spasm out of her clit.
Then the nurse pulled her pussy up. Hank's swollen cock-knob stuck in her cunt for a moment, then came popping out. His prick was starting to soften slightly, but was still tense and fat.
Bonny took his prick into her hot mouth and began to nurse in rapture, sucking all of the cunt-cum and jizz from the meaty fucker.
His cock got iron hard again as she nursed on it and his balls began to swell yet again.
Bonny let his cock slurp from her lips and clamped her mouth on Nurse Boudine's gooey cunt-gash, sucking all the mingled cum from her pussy voraciously.
Nurse Boudine creamed yet again, feeding the teenager another frothy deluge.
Bonny sat back, Smiling dreamily.
"I need more fucking," the nurse purred. "Put his big prick back in my cunt, honey."
Bonny hesitated. Nurse Boudine was being greedy now, she figured. Sharing his cock on a suck-session had been lovely, but Bonny didn't see how she could get her share of fucking if the nurse was going to hog his cock.
"I need a cunt-full, too," she protested.
Nurse Boudine frowned slightly.
"We need another cock," she said.
And that was a welcome comment for a naked man standing in the doorway.
James Livingstone went marching behind his huge hard-on.
The others look startled and flustered-for a moment-at having the history teacher walk in on them in the midst of their frantic frolic.
But then they saw that he was grinning and was stripped to the buff and that his prick was huge, and hard.
"May I offer you the use of mine?" he asked.
Bonny gave a wail of delight.
She grabbed Hank's prick and fitted the prick-head back into Nurse Boudine's fuck-slot. He heaved upward and sank his hard-on into her balls-deep.
Bonny looked over her shoulder at Livingstone.
"Fuck me like a dog!" she whimpered.
She buried her face in Nurse Boudine's groin again and hiked her adorable little ass up, wagging her ass in open invitation.
The history teacher knelt down behind the teenager's heaving haunches.
He looked over her shoulder, watching her tongue dip into Nurse Boudine's fuck-slot and play on Hank's balls.
Then he fitted his prick into the girl's pussy.
He worked the cock-knob around in her clutching cunt-gash, then began to shove it up her fuck-hole.
They thought the cast was fully assembled now.
But it wasn't yet ...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Myra and Miss Groves crossed through the outer office as soon as Livingstone had vacated it. They looked into the back room.
"Holy shit!" Myra muttered.
Both bisexual women began to pant like dogs when they saw what was going on.
Then, by tacit understanding, they both began to take their clothing off and toss the various garments on the pile already accumulated on the floor
They had no doubt that they would be more than welcome to join in the orgy.
Like spare pricks, extra cunts and tongues were always a bisexual boon in a cluster-fuck.
Naked, they felt each other up and feasted their eyes for a few minutes ...
The history teacher worked his massive fucker up into the teenager's little pussy.
He fucked in all the way, his lean belly angled to the round globes of her ass.
His enormous prick was up her cunt so deep that Bonny almost thought it was going to come out of her mouth-that his cock-head would nudge into Nurse Boudine's fuck-hole so that he would be fucking the nurse via the conduit of Bonny's body.
She sucked cock and cunt and began to fuck her pussy up and down on Livingstone's prick. He joined into the action, thrusting into her as she shoved her hard little ass back.
The hot cock-meat hissed up her fuck-chute.
As he filled her pussy, he drove her forward, her face splashing around in Nurse Boudine's crotch and her chin trembling on Hank's swollen balls.
They were all gliding together in perfect harmony, like a well-greased fucking machine.
Livingstone, just for the hell of it, pulled his prick out of Bonny's pussy and nudged it into her asshole.
He had learned the joys of ass-fucking very well from Myra Childs.
He wedged the huge reamer gently into the teenager's cherry asshole and Bonny wriggled and shoved back, thrilled by the sensation of ass-fucking. It hurt a little, but that faint tingle of pain only served to enhance the pleasant sensation of being stuffed.
He fucked her ass with long, rippling strokes, then drew out and stuffed her cunt again. He began to alternate in her twin tunnels, fucking into her pussy, then plowing into her ass-guts.
They all crested at the same time.
Hank hit the core of Nurse Boudine's cunt-hole with a steaming geyser of cum. The instant she felt his jizz spurt up her pussy, she creamed.
Bonny gulped in Clara's gash, swallowing the combined cum. Her ass clenched on the history teacher's prick and he began to spray her ass with hot cum.
They drained off in harmony and slowed down. Both cocks were still vibrant. Nurse Boudine hiked up and pulled her pussy off Hank's rampant cock, and Livingstone drew his soiled cock-meat out of Bonny's cummy asshole.
They were thinking that they should switch now, Hank fucking Bonny and Livingstone fucking Nurse Boudine.
They were unaware that there were two other entrants waiting in the wings.
And then the two naked women came walking in with their tongues hanging out ...
Myra sucked Livingstone's prick into her mouth, savoring the flavor of cock-meat that had just been creaming off in cunt and ass.
Miss Groves took a slug on Hank's juicy cock, then she began to suck Nurse Boudine's cunt.
Myra took her mouth off the history teacher's cock and guided him up behind the librarian. He stuffed his big fucker into her and she wailed in ecstasy as she felt her cherry go.
The librarian wondered why in hell had she waited this long to get her cunt fucked.
But she was sure going to make up for lost time now!
They lunged and lurched together, all tangled up in a wild cluster-fuck, so frenzied and confused that the men weren't sure which mouth or cunt-hole they happened to be fucking at any given moment.
Miss Groves got her first-ever cunt-full of cum from the history teacher, and then she got her second cum-load from the boy's prick.
Then Livingstone initiated her into the pleasures of ass-fucking.
They plunged into her twin fuck-holes like trains passing in a tunnel.
They creamed into both of her fuck-holes, and then Nurse Boudine ate her cunt and Bonny sucked the jizz from her asshole, and Hank and the history teacher fed some cock to Myra.
When the males began to falter at last, the females passed the time by linking up in a daisy-chain and eating each other out greedily.
Soon, Hank and Livingstone recovered.
And the fucking went on and on.
And they all got together every day after that, in Nurse Boudine's office.
The school board was puzzled when they got a request for a king-sized bed from the school nurse. They couldn't imagine why it was needed, but they okayed it.
