It would appear that there is very little some people would not do in the interest of "getting ahead". The salesman lying to a prospective customer in order to make a sale; the politician "buying" friends, and thereby support at the ballot box; the businessman deliberately setting out to destroy his competition . . . the examples go on and on.
And, as usual, the innocent suffer.
ORGY KIDS is the story of a young girl, Terry Agler, who would stop at nothing to win the presidency of her freshman high-school class. Terry's plan is simple. Using underhanded tactics and the influence and sexual abilities of herself, her brother and her best girl friend, she plans to devastate the opposition. Perhaps predictably, Terry's plans backfire, setting off a chain of rape and degradation and sorrow that creates suffering for many innocent young people and eventually overwhelms Terry herself, leaving her in a state of traumatic confusion.
ORGY KIDS-a shocking novel of human ambition and human love. A story of our confused and confusing times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Terry had used her body to get what she wanted for as long as she could remember. She started at four, being supplied with lollipops, balloons, ice-cream cones and pennies, all for going into some garage, tree house or behind some bushes and letting the boys pull down her panties. At the tender age of seven, she was charging a nickel if they wanted to push a pencil into her tiny pussy, or if she felt their little cocks.
As she grew older, the fact her body served better than money was reinforced and impressed on her time and time again until, at fourteen, it had become a way of life. She wasn't a nympho in the strict sense of the word, because she got her cookies off nearly 90 percent of the time. But she did crave fucking with the same regularity she needed to eat and sleep.
Exposed as she was to the contradictions of right and the way things really were, she became cynical and hardened. Sex to Terry had come to mean power as well as gratification. She sensed it the first time she let a boy pull the bottom of her playsuit down, and now enjoyed the hold she had on her lovers. But she was only one girl, with one pussy, she couldn't possibly be reamed by every boy in class. Even if she could, it still left the large population of girls who would be anything but awed by her. No, the answer to total and unlimited power over everyone was politics. She needed and craved the respect, adoration, courtesy and ability to control the lives of those around her.
She set her sights on politics early and decided the only way to beat the odds was to learn the real game while she was young, until it became second nature to her, like sex. It was natural, then, that her two driving forces should melt together, until they would form an orgy road to power.
Mike, Terry's boy friend, said a silent prayer, hoping the tree limbs, that couldn't be seen in the dark, wouldn't scrape the maroon paint job on the van as he pulled off the road and into the seclusion of the trees.
"Wow, you really found a cool spot," Terry giggled. "I vote that we keep this as our number one."
"Speaking of voting," Mike grinned, "how's the campaign going?"
"Not very well," she sighed as he cut the engine and they undid their safety belts.
The two kids made a handsome couple. Mike was sixteen and a junior in high school. Terry was fourteen and a freshman.
The fact she wasn't doing as well as she had to was weighing heavily on her at the moment. The problem stayed with her and was still bugging her as she stretched out on the bed in the back of Mike's van. It refused to go away even as Mike began unzipping her hiphuggers.
It was too dark for Mike to see the exposed triangle of white nylon that lay framed by the sides of the open zipper. He found her mouth with his in the dark as he knelt beside the small bed. He slid his hands between the heavy cotton of her pants and the smooth airy touch of her panties. He wasn't aware of the girl's preoccupation as his fingers pushed over the springy softness of her cunt mound and dipped below the hard ridge of her pubic bone. His sensitive fingers touched lightly against the double thickness of crotch cloth and began running up and down the crack which lay hidden there.
Terry's mind wasn't on her boy friend's efforts to arouse her. It was on the election a month away. She knew politics was a rough, dirty business where anything went, even murder. The idea struck her with such force that she sat bolt upright. Watergate was already becoming a textbook in politics. She wasn't stupid, she knew the basic game would never change, nor the way people played it. She'd operate just like the professionals and use the books written about dirty politics to learn how the pros had blown it! That way she wouldn't make the same mistakes.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Mike asked as the girl sat up. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No-no, Mike, I-I just want to get out of these clothes," she smiled, ready at last to make it with her boy friend. There would be plenty of time after they fucked to work out a strategy.
She unbuttoned her light cotton blouse and, sliding it off her arms, laid it on the floor at the far end of the van. Mike started to tug the tight pants down and she raised her hips so he could get them off her round butt. Before undoing her bra, she helped the boy work the skin-tight material over her smooth thighs. Then, as he pulled the pants off her calves and feet, she dropped the straps of her halter off her shoulders and over her arms. Grasping the band, just below her cups, she exhaled a little and pulled the bra down to her waist. She felt the soft material catch on one of her hardening nipples as it went down and then the satisfying sensation of freedom she always got when she first removed the torturous contraption.
She was proud of her tits; they were already large for a girl her height. By the time she was fully grown, she'd have a set of knockers that would really make men turn their heads. The fact that her nipples were still tiny, not having had the chance to grow at the same rapid pace the soft globes of fat underneath had, delighted the boys she fucked.
Twisting her bra around so she could find the catch and undo it, she ignored her ripening melons for the time being. The catch came free and she tossed the garment over her head and bounced happily back onto the thin mattress so Mike could really turn her on.
The boy didn't waste any time. His mouth found her left nipple and he closed his mouth around it, sucking and drawing it deeply inside. His fingers grazed her satin-smooth belly, drew an idle circle around her navel, and moved on towards its target. She shivered with delight as his fingers thrilled lightly over her sparse pussy forest. He found her cunt mound and pushed his finger gently along it until he felt it split into twin, moist petals. He chuckled silently as he felt her squirm. Taking the twin flaps between his thumb and forefinger, he, rubbed the little cuntlips back and forth together, tugging gently upward every once in a while to add to the delicious sensations which were warming the girl's lower belly.
Terry just lay there for some time and soaked up the hot pleasure that was beginning to set her on fire. She felt his tongue as it began to draw rings around her nickle-sized areolas and she tightened her butt-cheeks and spread her thighs farther apart, encouraging his fingers to search and examine her dainty twat.
Mike's finger slid lower and met the trickle of cunt juice running out of her hole. Using his finger like a drill, he wet the tip in the juice, found her mushy cunt hole and began to bore into the depths of her box, its tip making little circles and rubbing her cunt walls all the way. He released her nipple and twisted her around so he could bury his face in her bushy muff.
The magic combination of soap, pussy juice, sweat and anticipated sex assailed his nostrils as his tongue slid up from his buried finger, between the delicious pink pussy folds, past her piss hole to her clit. He worked his tongue lightly back and forth over the head of the sheathed joy dot, savoring the salty taste and heady aroma. Drawing his well-oiled middle finger out of her pussy he spread the tender underside of her butt and slid the wet finger up her asshole. She wiggled in heat and momentary discomfort before his thumb slipped into her cunt hole and pressed tightly. Her discomfort turned to delight as he began to rub the walls separating cunt and asshole while his tongue strummed on her vibrating clit.
Terry wrapped her thighs tightly around Mike's head and squeezed as he brought her to a complete and satisfying orgasm.
"Jesus! Oh, God, eat me! Oh, my! Yes! Yess! YESSS!" she sang out, clawing his back through his shirt and twisting mindlessly until she all but broke his neck before the fuse finally touched off the powerful explosion which had been locked inside her horny snatch.
Finally, breathlessly, she sank back and released her death grip on his head.
"Your turn," she giggled happily. "I'm going to give you a sample of what will win me the election!"
"Huh? What are you planning? You can't fuck the entire student body!" he gasped, feeling a tinge of jealousy start deep in his chest.
"You're right-but all I really have to do is fuck the right people. If I really jam it to the leaders, I'll have it made. Now hold still and let me get your pants down."
He had stood up and she'd knelt in front of him. His belt came apart easily as she did the button on his pants. She could feel the demanding bulge of his hard cock running down the inside of his leg with a tell-tale dampness where it ended. She didn't build him up slowly and she didn't waste her time. She slid her dainty hands over the top of his pants and, catching his shorts as she tugged, brought both garments to his knees with a single tug.
Mike's hard-on sprang free and wagged at her, stiff and proud, slobbering for attention. Terry brushed a long strand of natural blonde hair over her shoulder, slid one hand up his legs and clutched his shriveled sac. She rolled the small nuts gently between her fingers and rubbed them with the tip of her middle finger as her face homed in on his crimson knob. Mike gasped as her tongue flicked across his smooth, spongy cockhead, cleaning the clear pre-cum away. The tongue found his pisshole effortlessly and pressed against the tiny slit, sending warm, new thrills shooting through the heavy fuck-stick.
Taking the pulsing head of his dong between, her thumb and middle finger, she scraped the wrinkled circumcision scar lightly with the nail of her index finger. Letting go of his balls, she slid her arm around his ass. Playing with his fuzzy, deep crack, her mouth sought and found his wrinkled balls. Sucking the entire nut sac into her mouth, she began to massage the boy's delicate jewels between the roof of her mouth and the flat of her tongue.
She savored the sweet, acrid odor and the salty taste of crotch sweat as she worked. His clear fluid dripped and caught her soft cheek and she could feel his butt trembling with desire, his body begging for a quick release.
Letting his balls fall from her mouth, she gave the edge of his leathery pouch a gentle nip and ran her hot, wet tongue the entire underside of his prickshaft. Mike moaned and gasped, grabbing her head with his fingers, ready to guide her the minute she accepted his cock in her mouth. Terry pulled her slick tongue back and formed her lips into a taut ring. Fitting the crimson knob directly in the center of her mouth, she pulled his hips forward. The scalding meat pressed past her lips, past her small ivory teeth, along the soft sticky tongue bed, until it was pressing against the back of her mouth.
Mike's swollen dick imprisoned and immobilized all but the very tip of her playful licker. Savoring the manly taste of his cock, she managed to move the tiny tip of her tongue enough to tickle the underside of the root. She felt the boy tighten his grip on her head and ground her teeth gently against the hard prickshaft.
He moved her head, guiding it from side to side and up and down, making the tip draw circles around the opening at her throat and sending electrical shocks of pleasure through his demanding rod. Carefully but firmly, he pulled her head closer to his aching crotch. He could feel the head of his cock scrape against the back of her throat as the width of the cavern rapidly narrowed. Her hot, wet tongue blanketed the underside of his tool. Her nose was buried in his light growth of crotch hair. Her lips crushed into the soft cushion of sensitive flesh at the base of his cock and her teeth were nibbling at the very bottom of the trunk.
She felt the knob press into her throat and concentrated so it wouldn't gag her. His dick had never been this deep before and in a way it was symbolic, for tonight she'd made her decision to go all the way in politics-to swallow the entire, hard, brutal game and jam it down her opponents' throats. She had no way of knowing that it would soon stick in her own.
Mike pulled her head back, shivering involuntarily from the thrilling slivers of pleasure which ran the length of his throbbing spear. Terry's teeth caught on the rim of his cockhead. She swirled her tongue in frantic circles around the imprisoned cushion before allowing him to guide her back over the long shaft.
She felt her nipples stiffen in renewed heat as her gently swaying tits rubbed against his hairy legs. His cock was beginning to throb and pulse as he increased the speed of her bobbing head. She stretched the powerful muscles of his ass apart and found his delicate, puckered bung with her index finger. Pressing firmly but carefully, so she wouldn't gouge him with her long nails, she felt the crinkled shit-chute give and admit her probing digit.
The thick ring gripped her finger and began to strangle it as the searing flash of pleasure-pain signaled that Mike was about to get his rocks off. Terry felt the rod begin to shiver and buck. She'd never drank his sperm before. Usually, on occasions like this, she pulled away and let him shoot his wad on her face, so she could smell the strong scent of his jizz and feel it run across her cheeks, but tonight she wanted to taste the slime, to experience his climax to the fullest.
The last shuddering pulse before the release lashed through him, she jerked her finger out of his asshole with a loud pop, and a stream of spunk shot deep in her throat. His fingers squeezed the round cushioned firmness of her skull and he jerked her head back and forth on his spurting cock insanely, growling and slobbering in total abandon. The slick white cum painted the thin-ridged roof of her mouth, dripping from her teeth and slid over, around and under her tongue, filling her mouth with its acrid taste.
Ripple after ripple of pulsing pleasure caroused the length of his stiff prick. Terry broke the rhythm just once, allowing his twitching rod to come out of her mouth and deliver a single spurt of acrid fuck juice across the bridge of her nose before sucking it back into her mouth to completely drain his balls.
Slowly, the pent-up fury of his orgasm subsided and she began to suck lustily on his cock, like a hungry babe on a nipple, determined to get every last drop of the satisfying milk from its udder. She pushed her nose tightly into his crotch hair and tightened her lips around the shrinking shaft. Drawing away from him, she pulled the last of the yeasty syrup along his cum-tube and out, into her mouth, letting it mingle with the froth of her saliva. Her fingers gently massaged his nuts until they quit bouncing and she was certain he had no more spunk to give.
Mike's legs were weak and threatened to give out. He had to concentrate to keep his balance after the glorious thrill of his orgasm was finished and she removed her supporting hand to squeeze his balls. He sank to the bed as she allowed his shrinking prick to fall from her bruised lips.
"My God!" was all he could manage to whisper as he found her panties and wiped the cum from her face with them.
He kicked his pants and shorts off and lay back so she could join him on the small bed. She snuggled up beside him, laying her head on his chest and began stroking his flat, athletic stomach with her fingertips. His arms wrapped around her soft body and his hand found a firm, conical tit.
"What exactly are you going to do about the election to make sure you win?" he asked nervously, his fingers pinching her nipple playfully.
Terry chuckled and lay quietly, listening to the still-rapid pounding of Mike's heart and the singing crickets outside the van for a moment before answering.
"School's a place to practice the skills you'll need when you grow up, right?"
"Yeah," Mike answered, enjoying the rubbery hardness of the volcanic-tipped jug in his hand.
"Well, I plan on practicing. It's silly to be all pure and holy about things, 'specially politics. I'm going to become an expert now, so I won't have to start from scratch when I get into the real world."
"Sounds okay to me. What did you have in mind?"
"I'm going to run a campaign that'll make the plumbers and dirty-trick people in Nixon's headquarters look like angels. The way I see it, I only have two candidates that I've got to completely get rid of, and I'll have to make Dr. Mitchum look the other way while I sabotage the other ones."
"Sounds simple enough, how do you plan on going about it?" Mike asked, relieved that she hadn't mentioned fucking anyone else.
"I'll need you and Susan." Terry smiled happily as she slid her hand down through his wiry crotch hair and encircled his limp cock with her fingers.
"I'll help you, but will Susan?" he asked, kneading her soft boob in his hand.
"She's my best friend, isn't she?" she asked the brown-haired boy. "All I have to do is force those I can't control out of the race and both of you will play a big part in it."
It'll be just like getting Shep to fuck me, she thought idly, remembering how she'd trained her big German shepherd two summers ago.
"It takes a healthy amount of enticement, encouragement, threats, rewards, punishment and a touch of enforcement," she said soberly.
Terry's brother, who screwed her now at every opportunity, had missed getting her cherry, because he was away at summer camp the summer she needed her first cock. The dog, Shep, had gotten into her twat instead.
It was on a hot July afternoon, her parents were both working and there was nothing good on the tube. All of her friends were at the beach, and Terry was bored. Being curious by nature, she'd gone through her father's dresser and found a book which showed pictures of dogs licking girls' crotches and fucking them. She took the book back to her room and flopped across her bed to study it.
Her heart beat with wild anticipation as she opened the cover. It didn't shock her. She'd learned all of the goodies between her legs were meant to bring pleasure while soaping herself in the tub. Finger-fucking at least twice a day ever since, she recognized the wet crotch of her bikini for what it was and twisted so she could turn the pages of the book and finger her snatch at the same time.
Her hand fit snugly between the tight material and her crushed, crinkly muff. She slid her finger down until it found the gushing entrance to her tiny, virgin cunt. Scooping a liberal amount of pussy juice onto the tip of her finger, she pulled it back between her tiny cuntlips. Her soft finger was rubbing the underside of the clit when Shep interrupted her with his growling at the back door.
Terry ignored the dog at first, then as she got hotter, she remembered the pictures of women enticing their dogs with gravy and hot dogs. Her fertile imagination began to toy with the idea of training Shep to fuck her.
She climbed quickly off the bed and wiggled hotly to the kitchen. If anyone had bothered to look through the front-room window as she passed through the airy room, they'd have gotten a treat. In her haste to put the plan in action, she'd failed to straighten her bikini. The top half of her hairy cunt mound peaked over the front of the cloth, one side of the cloth triangle was tucked into her crack, exposing a well-rounded, youthful cheek and at least half of the deep crevice above the top.
She stopped first at the refrigerator for a can of whipped topping, then let the big dog in and coaxed it back to her room. Once inside, she shut the door to keep Shep from escaping and pulled the bottoms to her bathing suit completely off.
Standing in the center of the room, clad only in a skimpy halter and flushed with excitement, Terry squirted a small swirl of the cream into the palm of her hand and held it out for the dog to sniff.
Shep got up lazily from the rug beside her bed, where he'd just crapped out, and cautiously sniffed the white foam before licking her hand. The sweet whipping quickly made a willing accomplice and the big dog began to wag its tail and push demandingly at her hand with his cold, wet nose. She spread her legs shakily and, shooting a big gob of the white stuff into her hand, wiped it on her crotch.
The cream was cold and tickled at first. The dog's big, pink tongue slid across her tight box, awakening her budding clit to the delight of a warm, smooth tongue. She gasped in ecstasy and her knees gave. Shep backed away in momentary fright. Terry walked weakly to the bed and fell across it. With her butt half over the side and her feet spread wide on the floor, she applied some more cream and called for the dog to come to her.
The German shepherd didn't need much coaxing and was soon lapping lustily at her puffy gash. She rubbed a liberal amount of cream between the pale, almost-transparent white of her curvaceous ass and the spot where her cuntlips met her pussy hole.
It was all she could do to keep from squeezing the dog's furry head between her thighs as his tongue pushed and lapped at the mouth of her twat hole, trying to get to every bit of the sweet mix. His cold nose touched her clit, making her shiver involuntarily. His tonguing felt so good she forgot to put more cream out. Instead she dropped the can and pulled the halter above her tits so she could stroke them while the dog ate her horny pussy.
The scent of the girl's cunt juice filled the dog's snout and woke his basic drives. Terry didn't see the red tip of the dog's cock as it slid out of the hairy sheath. She was too busy experiencing each thrill from the dog's tongue and her own fingers to pay any attention. Then the dog stood on its hind legs and tried to grip her waist with its front paws.
Terry gasped in surprise. Realizing from the pictures she'd seen earlier that she was about to get fucked, she stiffened to receive her first cock. After a couple of frantic minutes of vainly trying to stuff his cock inside her musky cunt hole, the dog was whining in frustration. The pictures she'd seen had nearly all shown the woman on her knees. Terry slid off the bed and, kneeling on the floor, bent over.
She spread her legs apart and pushed her hips up so the twin pillows of hairy, swollen cunt petals, sloppy hole and deep ass crack were exposed to the frantic shepherd. He pounced on her, scraping her sides and drawing blood with his front paws as his hind legs fought their way into position.
The dog's pointed cock thundered into her oozing hole and ripped what little cherry the girl had away with its first thrust. Terry cried out in pain and lust. The cock tore in and out of her tender, virgin twat with the speed of a jackhammer, setting her entire crotch on fire. She felt her tits swaying like a cow's udders, her sides burned where they had been gouged and she felt the fur and heat of the happily fucking beast rubbing her butt and lower back. The dog's foreskin rubbed and pushed against her cuntlips and clit, leaving her completely speechless. She found herself moaning and whimpering in her need, clawing at the bare hardwood floor with her fingers as she came closer and closer to her peak.
Suddenly it exploded, literally bursting like a balloon, sending flashes of pleasure through every nerve in her young body. She saw a kaleidoscope of colors, heard humming in her ears, felt the dog's warm jism splash inside her convulsing cunt, and then she collapsed weakly into a heap.
Shep, being quite satisfied by then, sniffed her flooded box gingerly, licked her cheek and padded nonchalantly back to his favorite throw rug. Terry got slowly to her feet and staggered into the bathroom to clean away the blood and cum that was dripping down her legs in the aftermath of her first fuck.
Whenever she balled Shep after that, Terry always put on an old leather jacket her brother gave her, which saved her sides from being raked by the dog's forepaws.
Terry was brought back to the present again when she felt Mike's cock begin to swell as she gently massaged it. Her body was tingling pleasantly from his touch and comfortable nearness, and a heat was beginning to kindle a new fire inside her. She was glad now that she'd collared her brother, Roger, after he had gotten back from camp that summer. He had willingly taught her the facts of life, and it had made things much easier when she met Mike. He really dug poking her, and she'd become an expert in how to please men in only six months, because Mike hadn't had to teach her the basics.
Mike twisted so he could get his hand closer to her twat. When his finger came away wet, he grinned and twisted so he could work on the teenager's cuntlips comfortably. Her legs parted to his touch as her hands found his hard-on and began sliding back and forth along the stiff rod.
The boy stroked her hairy pussy flaps lightly for a few minutes before spreading them to get at the inner folds of juicy red cunt flesh. He wanted to see what he was doing, so, after making sure the curtain in back of the front seats was drawn, he flicked on the interior light.
He found himself gazing down at two pink ridges. They seemed gently crowded into place, creating a crinkled effect, when held together by the outer pussy pads. He spread them apart and looked at the tiny stream of clear twat juice sparkling lustily in the dim light as it oozed from the dark, tear-shaped puncture of her cunt mouth. He shoved his middle finger into her hole and listened to it squish as he probed her oozing snatch. He noticed the tiny sucking sound of his own hole as the girl forced the little piss-slit to snap open and closed by pounding her hand back and forth on the shank of his bloated cock.
Terry worked her free hand down to her cunt and, hooking two fingers in the crack, spread the outer lips and pulled them up and apart. Mike grinned. Her inner cunt flaps now stood lewdly alone, rosy-red and inviting, demanding immediate attention. He twisted his middle finger in the swampy well and held her puffy gash wide apart. With his free hand he pushed a finger gently under the protective hood of her clit and began to rub the tip of her sensitive joy button. Terry began trembling and wiggling, begging him in rasping sobs to keep tickling her lusty passion bud.
The sensation in his cock-was increasing, too. Terry spread his pre-cum over the tip of his meat and rubbed his dark-red knob, sending spurts of electric heat along his nerves. Realizing the boy had everything under control between her legs, she moved her hand away from her cunt and began working on his balls. Her fingers felt the elusive acorns, rolled and played with them as the fingers of her other hand slid across and around the top of his fuck-stick. Reaching under his proud jewels, she pushed firmly on the hairy nerve connecting his asshole to his balls, then began rubbing it furiously back and forth. Within a matter of seconds Mike's hips were trembling just like hers.
"Stick it in my cunt, Mike!" she gasped. "I used to be corked up."
"Fucked, you mean," he laughed, completely forgetting about her election plans.
"No, you need to be fucked. I just need to be filled and itched clear to my throat from the wrong end."
Mike didn't need a second invitation. He rolled over onto his knees and climbed between her legs. She brought her heels up, raising her twat into an easier position for the boy.
Watching his cock sink into a cunt really turned Mike on. He lowered himself into position, careful not to block out the light. He rubbed the drooling head of his tool between her cuntlips first, then after guiding it to her hole, began to let it sink in. He watched as the cuntlips were drawn down and his prickhead vanished. The boy buried his cock inside her tight snatch an inch at a time until all five inches had disappeared from view.
Terry gave her ass a little wiggle and he gasped in pleasure.
"I want to see, too," she complained, and raised up on one elbow.
The upward movement of the girl's body forced the end of her cunt down, crowding and rubbing across the head of the submerged dick and sending another gasp of delight shivering through the boy.
"Pump in and out now so I can see my twat getting filled," Terry demanded.
Mike drew his hips back, letting his shiny, blushing pecker pull out. Then he drove it in her hole again. In and out, in and out, faster and faster, to and fro, in and out, faster and faster he put the prick to her until both kids couldn't hold back any longer. Terry fell back; Mike emptied his silvery cream deep inside her quivering cunt and kept humping the girl until she arched and sank back completely satisfied.
The boy watched as his jizz oozed out of her hole and Terry wiped her pussy clean with her panties.
"No matter what, Mike," she cooed, "I want you to know you're the only boy I enjoy fucking."
"I imagine I'll be fucking a few girls for the cause," Mike sighed-still not completely happy about his girl friend's plans.
CHAPTER TWO
The small gathering Sunday afternoon in Terry's bedroom was the first of many and was meant to establish policies and procedures for her campaign. Terry and Mike were sitting cross-legged on the bed. Terry's best friend, Susan, a dishwater blonde with gray eyes and hair that reached her shoulders, pulled the chair away from Terry's vanity and slouched comfortably, facing the bed. Terry's older brother, Roger, a deeply tanned, junior football star, was sitting on top of the girl's dresser, swinging his long legs to and fro restlessly and toying with one of her two candle holders.
"All right, so Susan's going to compromise George Kent. The three of you are going to intimidate and blackmail Patricia What's-her-name, I'm to work on Martha from the paper and you're going to seduce Mr. Mitchum. That's a pretty big order. Why in the hell don't you play by the rules?" Roger asked.
"If I wanted to be a housewife or something when I get older, I'd play by the rules," Terry said, leaning forward earnestly. "You didn't earn your letter in football, or those trophies last year by walking up to the line with the ball and asking politely if the other team would let you through. You hit that line on a dead run with everything you had, and I intend to do the same. I have to be a winner!"
"You're asking a hell of a lot of us!" Roger said, staring at his sister. "What's in it for me?"
Terry got off the bed without answering and held a whispered conference with Susan. Smiling broadly, she returned to the bed and sat down.
"When I'm a real politician, there'll be money in it for you. Right now, all I can offer is my body," she said, pulling the crotch of her bikini aside, exposing her furry cunt.
Roger's eyes widened and he licked his lips. Terry's smile broadened and she had to suppress a chuckle when she noticed the rise in the crotch of her brother's shorts.
"Susan agrees with me that the best reward we can give you guys is ourselves and I'd like to close the meeting with all four of us balling together."
Eyeing the two younger girls, Mike and Roger were both nodding their heads in instant approval.
"Are you ready?" Mike asked, rubbing his crotch and staring at Susan's tight jeans.
"Sure. Mom and Pop won't be home until five. That gives us three hours, so we'd better get started," Terry beamed. "Rules of the game-anything goes, as long as we all four finish by making it together on the bed at the same time."
Roger climbed quickly off the dresser and, strolling over to Terry, untied her backless halter and let it drop away. Terry unzipped his shorts while he was undoing the knot and, sliding her hand inside the open fly, she worked her brother's swollen prick out. Her halter fell free and the boy shivered.
"Kiss it," he moaned and guided her head towards his taut fuck-stick.
Delighted with the results of her meeting, Terry opened her mouth and let the giant dick fill her mouth. The flat of her tongue, near the back of her mouth, rubbed the sensitive area just under the head of her brother's cock. Her lips and teeth rubbed gently around the less-sensitive sides and top. She started moving her head back and forth. The back of her mouth and palate slid firmly against the knob of the crimson tool. Her tongue formed a warm, slick slide for the underside of his rod and sent urgent thrills shooting through the boy's loins. The slow tickle followed along the length of the spear as her mouth was replaced by her throat, causing a demanding ache just below the cockhead. The ache grew and soon encompassed the entire crimson tip and was telegraphed along the angry swollen veins, setting .his entire cock on fire. His entire crotch, his shoulders, neck and jaw tightened from the strain and he growled lustily.
Mike and Susan stripped quickly. Mike lay across the foot of the bed with his right hand caressing Terry's taut, cloth-covered butt. Susan was kneeling with her cunt in his face, her tits scraping his belly while she started flicking his red knob playfully with the tip of her tongue. Mike forgot about playing with Terry's ass. Pulling a pillow down and bracing it under his head, he began to trail his broad tongue over the crest of her little pussy flaps from clit to cunt hole.
The warm strength of Roger's hands as they roamed over her firm young jugs began to fill her with a warmth and longing. She felt her tiny nipples stiffen and rise as he tightened his grip on her swollen boobs, massaging them deeper and deeper without causing pain. She reached up, undid the button at the top of her brother's pants and let them fall to his ankles. Seconds later, she unsnapped his boxer shorts and they joined his pants.
Without letting the imprisoned cock out of her mouth, Terry maneuvered until she was lying on the bed. The head of the cock was pressing heavily against the root of her tongue and his nuts hung over her nose, resting on her cheeks, just below her eye sockets. The strong male odor of heat and sweat filled her nose as she stared in fascination at the hairy, bulging cord that held her brother's balls in place. She felt his hands tweaking her nipples, and a desperate need bloated her, warming her womb and starting her cunt to tickle and itch with the need to be plugged.
Terry tugged her bikini bottoms off and felt blindly for Mike's hand, found and guided it between her legs. She moaned deep in her throat as two of the boy's fingers slipped inside her slim hole and began to twist, stroking and rubbing the crimson velvet of her pleated cunt hole.
Mike shivered as Susan's educated tongue drew circles and made tiny crosses on the ultra-sensitive membrane which tipped his purple tool. The wet warmth of Terry's throbbing box around his finger and the combination of ripe, female heat and hint of musk assailed his nostrils, heightened his animal lust and left him drunk with passion.
Neither of the boys had any intention of holding back their first climaxes. The girls knew the guys would satisfy them more fully if they shot their wads once before filling their boxes. Susan thought of that briefly as she wiggled her aching hips against Mike's face and felt his tongue sink into her gushing quim.
She remembered another tongue and another time. It seemed only yesterday that her mother had been in the hospital and she'd innocently offered to sleep with her father. She'd only been twelve and flushed with the responsibility of caring for him and the house while she was away. Deciding to make sure her father's back was kept warm, she dressed prettily in her nicest, yellow baby-doll gown and slipped into bed beside him.
Susan remembered how she never thought about his sleeping in the nude. She just snuggled up to him and put her arm around him in a happy, mothering fashion. Her hand accidentally touched his soft cock, and she gasped with surprise when it grew and stiffened against her hand.
Being innocent and more curious than embarrassed, she asked the deathly quiet man why it had done that. He'd remained silent for a long time and made no attempt to remove her hand which was, by then, gripping the warm meat tightly. Finally his passion got the best of him. She knew now that he'd been forced by her mother's illness to go without a screw for so long that he'd been completely unable to control himself.
Almost in tears because he wasn't able to control himself, he'd explained the facts of life to her. He caressed her little nipples and made them stiffen and jut provocatively from her tender tits. Rubbing her downy pads with his shaking hands until her pussy juices were flowing, he dipped his finger carefully into her little hole and made her taste the wet digit.
She remembered watching with fascination as his finger disappeared deeper and deeper inside her cunt. She remembered how it created new and wonderful sensations around the mouth of her twat as it vanished.
"I can't put my penis in you," he said. "You're not on the Pill and I'm so big I might hurt you. Instead, I'm going to kiss your little pussy until you have a wonderful release and then you can suck on my penis until I get mine."
With that, he'd nudged her back, spread her legs and began licking her down-covered pussy. She squealed with delight as his tongue whipped her tiny clit cover and danced up and down the hairless lips of her budding cunt. Before he finished, he'd filled her little hole to capacity with his bold tongue, licking every last morsel of female juice from the virgin walls and sending her to soar with the angels in heaven. Then she'd trustingly taken his throbbing hard-on in her mouth and made sure that he followed her amongst the clouds.
Now Mike was doing the same thing to her, and the intoxicating thrills were flowing through her veins, making her lightheaded and shaky. The boy's chin rubbed roughly against her broad pubic bone, stretching her crack and bunching the short, curly twat hair in a wrinkle beneath it. She pushed the long strands of her shimmering hair over her shoulder and out of the way as she let her mouth sink deeper and deeper onto his prick.
Terry felt her brother's butt tighten and his thighs start to tremble. She pulled him farther down until she was being smothered by his leathery balls and the cock buried in her throat.
Roger's dick shook with excitement, then suddenly became racked with spasms as it started to spurt its hot acrid load of spunk into her throat. Terry's throat bobbed, sliding up and down in a frenzy as she pushed the river of flowing jizz into her belly.
Roger, panting and gasping for breath, withdrew his still-hard rod from his sister's mouth. His hard-on, with a drop of cum still dangling at its pisshole, started to subside and shrivel as he walked to the dresser he'd sat on earlier.
Pulling a candle out of one of the holders he grinned and walked back to the bed. Terry caught him playfully by the cock and, wiping the last drop of cream from his now flopping tool, licked her finger. He lay down beside her. Pulling Mike's finger out of the girl's pussy, he twisted her onto her side and made her lie with one foot cocked behind the other knee so he could go to work on her steaming box.
Terry felt the smooth, dry object tug at sensitive flesh as it was pushed into her oozing hole. Roger shoved until he could feel the candle meet the end of her cunt before stopping. He pumped it back and forth so it would become fully lubricated. Then he pushed down again until it rested lightly against the end of her twat.
Placing the flat of both hands along the sides of the candle, which protruded lewdly from her crotch, he let it slide in and out of her cunt while twirling it like a Boy Scout trying to start a fire without matches.
"Oh, my God!" Terry squealed as her brother fucked her with the candle. "Jesus, but that's wild!" Her hands clenched into fists and she began to beat the bed. "God-oh, God-Jesus, that's wild! Don't stop now! Don't stop! Oh, Roger! Oh!" she gasped.
Mike and Susan stopped eating each other to watch as Terry's head thrashed back and forth and she squeezed her eyes shut, living every moment of the sensational, beautiful, wild orgasm to its fullest.
Mike felt Susan's passionate mouth clamp over his dick like a snug-fitting rubber, and his balls became bloated with sensation, making him quickly forget Terry's show. The girl's cheeks caved in and dimpled as she sucked, then puffed out as she blew on the boy's heated knob. Mike clawed at the sheets and closed his eyes, blotting out the sight of her little brown-ringed asshole so he could concentrate on the pleasure flowing through him.
Susan's nipples burned into his stomach, her hair fell back over her shoulders and swept across his thighs, caressing them lightly. She twisted her arm around and began to milk his balls gently, rolling them, tugging on the sac, then squeezing carefully. The boy began to buck under her, trying to jam his cock through her head or into her belly. She felt his cum splash against her teeth just as she raised up.
Susan let the five inch hard-on buck and pump millions of microscopic tadpoles into her mouth. The river of goo rolled and dripped off her palate and teeth, mingling with frothy saliva as she allowed it to collect around the heated cork at the front of her mouth.
Gumming and sucking lightly, she caught the last of his spunk and let the shrinking rod slip from her lips. Mike rolled over, fumbled in his pocket for a handkerchief and watched as Susan opened her mouth and let the foamy mixture of spit and spunk pour out. Grinning, he took the cloth from her, threw it into the waste can at the head of the bed and turned to Roger.
"I can make both gals get their cookies off at the same time," he boasted.
"How?" Roger laughed.
"Go get your parents' massager," he ordered, "and the short extension pipe to their vacuum cleaner."
The two girls pestered him to death with their curiosity, but Mike refused to say anything more until Roger returned with the props he needed. Then he made them kneel, dog-fashion, ass to ass. While Roger was busy plugging the vibrator in, Mike had Terry spread her pussy apart and fit the metal pipe cautiously up her hole. When he had her properly filled with the tube, he had Susan back up to the pipe and spread her gash. After slipping it into the edge of her cunt, he made her wiggle the rest of the way onto it.
Roger laughed at the sight of the two girls held together at the pussy by the chrome tubing. Mike wasn't finished. He took the candle Roger had used earlier, rubbed Vaseline on both ends and joined each girl at the asshole. Then, padding the bottom of the massager with Susan's panties to eliminate the horrible noise of the massager striking metal, he turned it on and held it against the two stakes.
Both girls gasped as their holes began to tingle. The stakes had been pushed inside so deeply that neither one dared to do more than wiggle in their delight. Roger watched as their faces reddened and contorted with ecstasy. He got on the other side and, taking a tit in each hand, began to massage them.
Terry and Susan moaned and sweated, the skin on their upraised asses breaking out in goose bumps from the thrill of having their cunts and bungs so completely stimulated. Susan's whole body boiled, her eyes glazed and her mouth went slack as she emitted small animal-like yelps. Her ears were buzzing and the room swirled about her as her need was fulfilled. Everything exploded in what seemed to be an endless display of musical fireworks before she felt pressure being applied to the other end of the two rods and she realized h best friend was experiencing an orgasm.
After Mike had turned the vibrator off, cleaned the rods and put them up, he lay down with the other three satisfied teenagers. The four kids' passions were temporarily satisfied, and they only lightly teased each other for a little while before embarking on the final stage of their afternoon orgy.
* * *
Monday afternoon, as planned, Terry and Susan bounced happily off the basketball court and joined the rest of the girls in the last-period gym class as they headed for the dressing room.
Susan flipped her hair out of her face and winked at Terry as they narrowed the gap between them and their victim. Everything was planned perfectly. Susan would shower and dress at the same time as their prey, Patricia. Terry would remain in her gym clothes, ready to catch the girl if Susan lost her.
Terry went straight to her locker, took out her street clothes and ran outside with them. Spotting Mike's van, she flipped her hair over her shoulder automatically and trotted quickly to the driver's side, handing them to her boy friend and giving him a cheery smile before returning to the locker room.
Meanwhile, Susan was carefully pacing herself, making sure she undressed at the same speed as the other girl. Terry might want to win the election, but she wanted to show the popular bitch that she wasn't as hot as she thought she was-it was going to be so sweet.
The huntress and her prey went to the shower, the victim happily unaware of what was to come. The hot, sharp spray felt good against her warm, pleasantly tired body, but she was showering in public and that made her self-conscious. She tried to ease her tenseness at the lack of privacy by thinking of the date she had that evening. It would be the first time she'd gone to dinner with him and she planned on letting him kiss her good night as a reward.
Susan watched the girl carefully out of the corner of her eye. When it was obvious Patricia would be getting out in a second, she walked away from the noisy spray and happy chatter of the other girls and dried off.
Minutes after the girls had dressed, Terry and Susan had coaxed their victim into the back of Mike's van, threatening to slice her face to ribbons with the broken mirrors they were carrying if she resisted. The frightened girl began to cry as the door closed and the van started to move.
"Lay down," Terry growled excitedly as the truck pulled into traffic.
The girl stared from one of them to the other and hesitated.
"Bitch! You were told to lay down!" Terry screamed, grabbing the terrified girl by the hair and pulling her across the bed.
The curtains behind the cab were drawn and Mike could only listen to what was going on. He wheeled the maroon Ford onto the city streets. Seeing a freeway sign three-stoplights ahead, he held his breath, hoping the girl wouldn't scream until he got te on the open highway where no one could hear her.
"All right," Terry said a few minutes later, feeling the truck reach the safety of the freeway. "Patty, we'll give you a choice-either you take and her hands drew attention to her exposed pussy. In the next, she was finger-fucking herself and in the third Shep licked her cunt.
"You let Shep screw you?" Susan giggled drunkenly.
"Sure, it's really great."
"Hey, I got an idea," Mike grinned, licking his lips and hoping Sue was drunk enough to try it. "Why don't you let Shep ball you?"
Susan watched the dog sniffing Patty's crotch for a long minute before making up her mind. The wine had made her feel really loose and giggly. Finally nodding, she began to strip. Calling Shep over, Susan spread her hairy gash wide and, while Mike and Terry watched, she let the dog lick her tender cuntlips.
The thrill of Shep's tongue was new and wildly different to Susan. Coupled with the jealous punishment she was inflicting on Patty and the excitement of letting her friends watch a dog lapping her crotch, the sensations in her cunt began to drive the teenager wild. Her entire body broke out in goose bumps and her nipples stiffened without being touched. Just then the dog backed off, impatient to get his exposed cock inside the girl's ready hole. Susan stood there, grinding her hips to torment the animal, as a trickle of her pussy juice slid down her leg.
Dropping to the floor in wild abandon, she rested on her knees and forearms, raising her hips to their best exposure for the dog's long, pointed red prick. Terry tossed a towel quickly across her friend's back and Shep frantically jumped on.
Terry and Mike watched as the dog clumsily shuffled his hind paws closer and jabbed at the girl's trembling ass until it found her cunt hole. Susan squealed as Shep began to fuck her. While
Mike watched, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, Terry slid her hand up the boy's thigh and began to rub his stiff, cloth-covered dick. When Mike felt her hand, he reached up, fumbled with his zipper and pulled his cock out. Terry gripped the scalding tool and began to hammer her fist back and forth on the meaty shaft.
Susan was beating the floor frantically in a mixture of passion and masochistic satisfaction as the big German shepherd pounded back and forth, threatening to tear her to shreds and driving the wine fog from her head.
The speed of the pounding dog-cock was unbelievable, and Susan thanked heaven that her cunt juices frothed out of her hole in streams. As it was, the fur and rough heat at the entrance to her twat was making it raw and sensitive. She found she couldn't help herself, and let a tiny trickle of piss trickle out and drip onto the floor.
Terry, caught up totally in the act, dropped Mike's cock. She got down in front of the fucking pair and grabbed Susan's swaying tits, rubbing and squeezing them, stopping only to stroke and massage the nipples.
Mike, disappointed when Terry dropped his burning cock, grabbed it himself and began beating his meat back and forth. The heat in his loins bubbled and flowed, heating his blood until the excitement of the bestial fuck he was watching drove a drop of spittle and a moan from his lips. The blood was pounding in his ears. Watching his girl friend playing with Susan's tits was creating as much excitement in him as was seeing the dog fuck her. The whole, unbelievable scene had turned his bucking prick into a magic wand of passionate thrills.
Terry, realizing what was about to happen, let your own clothes off or we take them off for you. If you make us do it, they'll get ripped."
Patricia, already white with fear, felt her stomach churn. She was a good girl-a virgin, a girl who went to church and obeyed her parents. What did they want with her? Why did she have to take her clothes off? How were they planning to humiliate her? What was the boy that was driving going to do to her?
But then what choice did she have? There were two against one. They would ruin her clothes and she'd really be in a bind if they left her someplace with nothing to put on.
"I'll--I'll take them off," the girl sobbed, shaking and blushing.
Susan let the girl remove her clothing and fold it neatly. Then she took the garments away from her and set them under the bed. Terry fumbled through her own purse, found a pill bottle and, snapping off the lid, shook three capsules into her hand.
"Here, Patty, take these," she smiled. "What's in them?" the panic-stricken girl choked.
"Just something to calm you a little."
"No!" the girl screamed, trying to push Susan, who was closing in on her, away.
"Slut!" Susan screamed and leaped on Patricia, forcing her back onto the bed.
It took both Terry and Susan more than five minutes to immobilize the terrified girl and force the pills down her constricted throat.
Terry continued to hold the girl until she was woozy and Susan began sucking on a bottle of Ripple Mike kept stashed in the back. Finally, when Patty was nearly unconscious, the girl released her arms and let her fall back on the bed.
Frightened and dazed, Patricia lay there and watched through the drugged fog as Susan worked on the bottle of wine. The last thing she remembered was hearing Terry tell Mike to stop by her place so they could pick up the dog.
Mike nodded to Terry's request and started working his way back through the freeway system and city streets towards his girl friend's house.
When they were almost there, Susan reached over and pulled on the drugged girl's right nipple, twisting it cruelly. The girl didn't respond.
"She's out of it," Terry said, covering her with a blanket.
Mike stopped the van but didn't cut the engine. "Okay, Terry, we're here, hurry!" he called back.
Terry got the dog in a flash, and within minutes Mike was headed for the canyon and a summer cabin he had access to, his father's camera on the seat beside Terry's street clothes.
The van jounced over the last few feet of rutted, neglected dirt road and stopped. After the girls and Shep were inside, along with the camera and some film, Mike went to the back of the truck to retrieve the unconscious Patricia.
He pulled the blanket off the sleeping girl, whistled in appreciation, squeezed her tit for a second and then got her up and over his shoulder.
Every boy in school wants a piece of this broad, Mike thought happily as he ran his hand up the inside of her thighs to her furry cunt mound, and I'm going to get it.
Dumping the girl across the couch, he watched as Terry propped her against the corner and hooked one leg over the arm. The girl's relaxed form was easy to maneuver, and the first shot showed her with an innocent expression which looked like posed sleep. Her legs were spread wide and her hands drew attention to her exposed pussy. In the next, she was finger-fucking herself and in the third Shep licked her cunt.
"You let Shep screw you?" Susan giggled drunkenly.
"Sure, it's really great."
"Hey, I got an idea," Mike grinned, licking his lips and hoping Sue was drunk enough to try it. "Why don't you let Shep ball you?"
Susan watched the dog sniffing Patty's crotch for a long minute before making up her mind. The wine had made her feel really loose and giggly. Finally nodding, she began to strip. Calling Shep over, Susan spread her hairy gash wide and, while Mike and Terry watched, she let the dog lick her tender cuntlips.
The thrill of Shep's tongue was new and wildly different to Susan. Coupled with the jealous punishment she was inflicting on Patty and the excitement of letting her friends watch a dog lapping her crotch, the sensations in her cunt began to drive the teenager wild. Her entire body broke out in goose bumps and her nipples stiffened without being touched. Just then the dog backed off, impatient to get his exposed cock inside the girl's ready hole. Susan stood there, grinding her hips to torment the animal, as a trickle of her pussy juice slid down her leg.
Dropping to the floor in wild abandon, she rested on her knees and forearms, raising her hips to their best exposure for the dog's long, pointed red prick. Terry tossed a towel quickly across her friend's back and Shep frantically jumped on.
Terry and Mike watched as the dog clumsily shuffled his hind paws closer and jabbed at the girl's trembling ass until it found her cunt hole. Susan squealed as Shep began to fuck her. While
Mike watched, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, Terry slid her hand up the boy's thigh and began to rub his stiff, cloth-covered dick. When Mike felt her hand, he reached up, fumbled with his zipper and pulled his cock out. Terry gripped the scalding tool and began to hammer her fist back and forth on the meaty shaft.
Susan was beating the floor frantically in a mixture of passion and masochistic satisfaction as the big German shepherd pounded back and forth, threatening to tear her to shreds and driving the wine fog from her head.
The speed of the pounding dog-cock was unbelievable, and Susan thanked heaven that her cunt juices frothed out of her hole in streams. As it was, the fur and rough heat at the entrance to her twat was making it raw and sensitive. She found she couldn't help herself, and let a tiny trickle of piss trickle out and drip onto the floor.
Terry, caught up totally in the act, dropped Mike's cock. She got down in front of the fucking pair and grabbed Susan's swaying tits, rubbing and squeezing them, stopping only to stroke and massage the nipples.
Mike, disappointed when Terry dropped his burning cock, grabbed it himself and began beating his meat back and forth. The heat in his loins bubbled and flowed, heating his blood until the excitement of the bestial fuck he was watching drove a drop of spittle and a moan from his lips. The blood was pounding in his ears. Watching his girl friend playing with Susan's tits was creating as much excitement in him as was seeing the dog fuck her. The whole, unbelievable scene had turned his bucking prick into a magic wand of passionate thrills.
Terry, realizing what was about to happen, let go of Susan's tits, jumped up and roughly dragged the drugged Patricia off the couch and propped her into position beside Sue. Mike, moving closer to get a better look at the action, spewed his cum all over the dog, Susan and Patty.
Susan wasn't even aware of the hot, sticky jizz striking her back and running with the sweat across her sides. The only thing which existed was the blunt-tipped cock pounding back and forth in her cunt. The agonizing pleasure seemed to center from halfway along her cavern and intensify as it neared the surface. Her mind was filled with the vision of a greased telephone pole running in and out of her snatch at the speed of sound and a big furry inner tube that kept bumping and rubbing her clit and cuntlips.
The image of the telephone pole vanished and she was being burned at the stake with the fires of passion completely consuming her body. She imagined she'd died of an overdose of orgasm and become an angel, floating amongst the clouds.
Terry, listening to Susan's babbling climax signaled Mike, who jerked the dog's cock free of Susan's quivering twat with a loud pop and dropped the frantic animal over Patty's back before it had a chance to bite him. While Susan collapsed in an exhausted heap and writhed in the last spasms of her satisfaction, Shep found the other girl's cunt hole, ripped her cherry to shreds and began to fuck the dazed girl.
Mike swung around, grabbed the camera, focused it and began snapping pictures. Then it was over. The dog filled his rape victim with his load and, completely satisfied, sniffed the brutalized hole he'd just fucked, then snorted happily and padded across the room to a spot he'd decided was to be his.
After toweling the sweat and Mike's cum off herself, Susan rejoined the others as they prepared to complete the photo session with Patty. She knelt over the girl's face naked and let them photograph her that way from the neck down, so only Patty was recognizable, then she turned the unconscious girl back over to Mike.
Mike's cock was still sleeping from his hand job. He knelt over the sleeping Patricia and rubbed his soft rod over her soft, relaxed lips.
"God, I wish she could lick in her sleep," he sighed.
"Shit," Terry growled, "fuck her face."
Mike grinned at that and twisted around so his balls would slap her nose and he could get traction with his knees. At first his cock flopped around inside Patty's mouth and he was afraid he might drive her tongue back and suffocate her, but his dick quickly stiffened and blocked her tongue.
Fucking a slack mouth wasn't much of a thrill so Mike gave it up and turned so the girls could get a good picture of his prick in Patty's mouth. Then he slid down and filled the girl's already swollen and sloppy cunt for another shot before turning to her asshole, where he knew he could completely satisfy himself.
Susan greased Mike's cock and the girl's asshole. Mike pulled the girl's hips up and held them while he drove his cock through her virgin bung. Her asshole felt good and, unlike the rest of her holes, was still snug against his cock. He let Terry take a picture, then pushed Patty's body forward, covering her delightful little tits with his hands and driving his shaft in her bung until his crotch was resting securely on her rounded ass.
Terry, deciding to get another shot, had Susan get in front and place the sleeping girl's face in her hairy beaver. Mike stopped fucking Patty's ass long enough to raise at an angle where his face wouldn't get in the picture. Then Susan moved away and he concentrated on the delicious sensations of his meat rubbing in and out of the tight bung of the school's most popular ex-virgin.
Patty woke up slowly. She was confused and felt really down before she even remembered what had happened in the van. Her eyes widened in terror as she stared wildly around her at the strange room.
"Well, well, sleeping beauty finally came around," Susan chortled. "Here-look at these and then Terry wants to talk to you," she growled, handing the confused girl a neat, innocent-looking album.
Patricia started to open the book, and as she did, she became aware of how badly her body hurt. She stared at the first group of photos without comprehension; then, as the reality of what she saw sank in, she screamed. Her hands flew to her face and she burst into tears.
On one side of the page her full name, her address and phone number were neatly printed. Below that was a comprehensive list of her vital statistics, including the diameter of her nipples, the length of both her cracks, the distance between her pisshole and cunt and her cunt and asshole. The list was so complete they'd even gotten the dates of her periods from the small calendar she kept hidden in her wallet.
The photos were of her naked, from different angles. She turned the page and stared in horrible fascination. The first pages were labialed "Jack-off", and as she turned them, she found others: "Blow Job", Pussy-eating", "Ass-licking", Corn-holing", "Dog-fucking", "Fucking" and "Miscellaneous". The "Miscellaneous" page showed a girl pissing in her face, a cock shooting cum into her face and one of her sitting on the toilet with her panties around her ankles. The last picture was of her holding a wine bottle in one hand, a cigarette between her lips and a finger in her cunt.
The back cover had a small lock of her pussy hair, neatly tied with a piece of string and a lock of her head hair. Her finger prints and toe prints joined lip prints and nipple prints to complete the book. Susan handed the blubbering girl a pen and grabbed a nipple in each hand.
"Sign it-'With Love'," Susan spat.
The stunned girl hesitated, and Sue dug her long fingernails into the pigmented flesh tipping the girl's tit and began to twist. The girl signed.
Susan laughed and, taking the book back, threw Patricia's clothing at her. When the shaking girl was dressed, Sue took her and the album into the bedroom where Terry sat smiling coyly.
"Sit down, Patricia! Susan, would you leave us alone for a few minutes?" Terry asked, patting Shep's head.
Patricia looked from her to the dog and shakily took a seat at the far end of the bed. She clasped her hands in her lap and, wringing them, tried unsuccessfully to stifle her sobs.
"Patty," Terry grinned, thumbing through the book, "you are going to drop out of the race for class president."
CHAPTER THREE
George Kent was chubby and knew it. He was popular enough. In fact, by any standards other than George's he was one of the most popular boys in the class of nine hundred. George didn't see it that way, though. He had to look in the mirror every time he bathed or showered. He didn't like his heavy hips or puffy stomach. In fact, it bothered him so much that he wouldn't go swimming or go out without his shirt on. He was also pale. George was fine in crowds, though. He knew a million and one jokes, all of the latest dances, music, styles and whatnot. He was polite and helpful. But alone with a girl he was painfully inadequate.
The boy had sexual fantasies like other young men his age, but he never dared dream any of them could come true. That was the reason he'd decided to run for class president. He figured he'd be kept so busy he wouldn't miss the dates and things all the other guys were doing to girls around him. Then he met Susan.
Susan was a nice girl. They sat next to each other in English and he'd helped her a couple of times with assignments. When the pretty, gray-eyed girl leaned over and asked him if he'd walk her home and help her with her homework, her request had taken him totally by surprise, and he'd consented without thinking about it. Afterwards he spent the afternoon agonizing over how to weasel out of it. He hadn't been able to, and to his great surprise the walk had been a lot of fun. Susan was really some girl, she laughed and giggled when she should, asked questions, talked about herself and wasn't turned off by his weight.
What stunned George even more was how she seduced him. She got him inside the house and her bedroom, making him sit in a specific spot on her frilly bed so he had a view of the bathroom door. Once she was sure he wouldn't run away, she brought him a Coke and casually mentioned her parents wouldn't be home until six.
Rummaging through the bureau, she laid a fresh pair of transparent panties out where he could see them and took her time finding a pair of hot pants and a light, skin-tight knit blouse.
Going across the hall to the bathroom, she hummed to herself. She stepped inside and pretended to shut the door, then tugged it back just enough so it looked like it hadn't latched and had drifted open by itself.
George had felt his small tool, hidden deep in the crotch of his pants, tingle when he saw the girl take out the panties. He had tried desperately to force it out of his mind, but the frilly underwear lingered on the edge of the bureau long enough to make concentration on anything else impossible. Then the bathroom door drifted open a crack, and he was teased by the narrow, partial view of the girl as she undressed and slipped into her play clothes.
He couldn't help noticing, long before she came out, that she hadn't bothered to keep her bra on. That fact was confirmed when she walked back into the room. He stared, hoping she wouldn't notice, at the twin paps bubbling from the tips of her boobs.
Susan had done her homework well. She knew better than to push him too fast or to suggest he take his shirt off to be more comfortable. She got him to help him with their assignment and rubbed her soft tits against his arm at every opportunity. She thought the game was great fun and felt a wave of satisfaction sweep through her when the spot on his pants which covered the end of his pecker darkened from dampness.
The next instant they were finished with the assignment. She put her arms around him and brought her lips to his.
"You're wonderful!" she sighed as the boy broke it off in near panic. "It's hard to believe such a brain could be so much man."
Even though he was flushed by her adoration, she sensed that she was about to scare him off. She got up quickly and ran to the kitchen to get them both another Coke, giving him time to cool down.
She knew Terry was impatient to have George withdraw from the campaign, but Susan felt she'd lose him if she pushed him any further that day.
The following afternoon she invited him over again and found her strategy working perfectly. He made no protest and was even waiting outside the gym for her when she came out. Not wanting her tactics to become too obvious and thus arouse his suspicions, she didn't use the bathroom routine again. Instead, she showered at the gym like always and tucked her bra into her purse rather than putting it back on. She had chosen a blouse with buttons that were widely spaced down the front, knowing it would gape open and give him a view of her boob.
Susan sat George down on the couch in the living room and twisted just enough to insure that he couldn't help but see between the buttons. When they'd finished with the homework and he'd had plenty of time to inspect her jugs, she got him to sit on the floor with her and play records. She played a game of sitting very ladylike but letting her skirt ride up to where he could see the blue lace of her panties and the dark brown of her hairy muff beneath them.
George squirmed restlessly, trying not to stare at her exposed crotch. If he hadn't felt fat and ugly and if his cock wasn't so small, he'd have tried putting the make on her. Then he heard her say something which stunned him.
"You're so cute," she smiled, "I bet you have millions of girl friends."
"No-I'm too fat," he admitted, lowering his eyes to his lap.
"No you're not! You're terrific. I can't stand boys with small waists like mine or a bunch of bumps all over them. I dig you just the way you are! You're heavy like a man and soft enough you won't make me feel like I've been hugged by a bunch of cannonballs."
The boy flushed with appreciation. He could feel himself filling with a new sense of worth.
"Hug me, George-please, and kiss me," she sighed.
George still couldn't believe his ears. His fantasies were coming true. He took her in his arms and squeezed her to him. Her soft, pliant boob pushed against his chest and burned where her nipple rubbed. George was completely mesmerized.
Susan let him hold her for several minutes before shifting so his hand touched her tit. She felt him stiffen when he recognized it but he didn't withdraw. She held her breath waiting for him to make the next move. A long minute later he did.
He was terribly afraid Susan would jerk away and he'd lose the first girl who ever really seemed to care for him. But he also had a tit under his hand and the temptation was too great. He marveled at its spongy softness and gentle, perfect curve. He couldn't remember having felt anything like it before.
His fingers seemed to belong to someone else; he was powerless to stop them. Slowly, cautiously, he let his hand slip farther over her boob. Again he was amazed. The lush wonderful mound seemed designed to fit his hand. Praying silently that she wouldn't be angry, he lifted her jug. It was heavy and yet seemed filled with air or feathers and molded to his fingers. He let his thumb brush her tight, erasure-tipped mound and felt it push demandingly back against his trembling digit.
"Oh, lover! That feels so wonderful," she sighed after a couple of minutes. "You're the only boy I've ever let touch me there. Please . . ." she whispered, scooting down so her head rested in his lap and unbuttoning her blouse for him.
George's hands were shaking violently as he stared at her firm, youthful cones. Licking his lips, he reached out in awe and touched a girl's nipple for the first time. Pushing it down lightly, he watched as it disappeared into the jellylike softness below. He let his finger move away and watched as it popped up. He trailed his fingers over the smooth satiny skin and watched with delight as it broke out in goose bumps.
His hands stroked and pressed, cupped and squeezed and, without his direct consent, wandered to the elastic top of her skirt. Susan shivered and sighed. The tips of his fingers slid uncertainly beneath the elastic and stopped. The girl, sensing the need for coyness to uphold the image she was trying to make, caught her breath in mild protest, stiffened momentarily and snuggled her cheek deeper, tenderly against his hard-on.
Feeling her protest and then yield, he slipped his fingers farther beneath the garment until he felt the band of her panties. The girl didn't offer any further protest, but shifted her legs so the hem of her skirt fell up, revealing her covered hips and crotch. George licked his lips, trying to swallow his nervous excitement. He slipped his hand from beneath the band and, taking the hem, finished pulling the skirt up so he could see all of her panties.
George's fingers roamed freely over the area showing skin beneath the lace, then gingerly touched the area where her dark muff showed between her tightly closed thighs. Tiny, fine ends of the hair had worked their way through the net of her panties and tickled his fingertips as he petted her furry beaver.
Susan slipped her hand cautiously up his thigh and began to rub the solid stump hidden inside his pants. She was careful to do it slowly and timidly so she wouldn't frighten him off. She wished he'd hurry and get her panties off because her pussy was dripping and drooling with desire. She wanted his finger, his cock or his tongue pushed inside her cunt. It didn't matter which at the moment. The terrible need to have the inside of her twat itched and rubbed was driving her wild.
She felt his fingers probe at the point of her muff, and she slid her thighs apart. His hands patted and stroked the now-slippery, wet strip of lace hiding her puffy gash. Unable to contain himself any longer, he slipped a finger beneath her leg band and found her bloated slit and the leaking hole inside it. Rubbing for a minute, hampered by the tight elastic, he withdrew his fingers and started tugging at the waistband of her skin-tight briefs.
Susan sighed happily and raised her hips so he could work the light barrier away from his goal. He pulled them down onto her thighs and bubbled enthusiastically at how lovely she was. His fingers happily explored her heated twat, memorizing the shape and feel of each rise and fold of flesh as he worked down to her cunt hole.
"Make love to me now, George-oh, please-but be careful and don't hurt me," she choked.
George held her head in his hands and kissed her as he slipped out from beneath her head. Standing quickly and forgetting that he was fat, he undid his pants and pulled shorts and all off while Susan got out of her clothes.
She grabbed his hand and ran down the hall with him to her bedroom. Flopping quickly on the bed, she spread her legs wide, brought her knees up and held her arms out to him. The boy knelt between her legs and sifter several seconds of fumbling, found her hole and pushed his virgin cock home.
Her crotch hair mingled and meshed with his, stimulating, unnoticed, the heated flesh above their sex organs. He strained to keep his bulk off her so she wouldn't feel like she'd been blanketed by an elephant. He gasped with pleasure and wonderment as he felt the girl's slick cunt grabbing his newly initiated prick. His feelings of inadequacy disappeared as he felt his cock actually rubbing her cunt walls instead of flopping loosely back and forth as he imagined it would.
Susan moaned with pleasure as the boy's cock seemed to find all the right spots. She didn't believe she'd ever laid a virgin boy before and it was thrilling. The look of adoration on his face, his sighs and words of appreciation filled her mind and brought her a strange new fulfillment of the type she'd never known. The warmth and delicious sense of pleasing George was more than making up for his inexperience and clumsiness. The fact he was self-conscious and afraid of hurting her thrilled and thawed her ice-cold heart.
George shot his wad quickly but strained on until she squealed and thrashed her way through an orgasm. When he raised up, a wave of guilt shot through him. He'd seduced the poor wonderful little girl. Susan lay there and, knowing what was going through his mind, made her move.
An hour earlier she would have been ruthless and calculating about it, but she'd lost her coldness and was confused about how she felt now.
"I-I'm sorry," George stammered, condemning himself for not having had more self-control.
"Sorry?" she whispered, "For what, George? It was so very beautiful. You were such a man and it helped me. Didn't it help you?"
"Oh, y-yes, but-" he stammered.
"But you took away my virginity? Do you feel bad that I took yours away?"
"No . . ."
"All right then, it helped both of us, gave us a real meaningful experience," she whispered, meaning it. "And made us much closer to one another. It isn't wrong as long as no one finds out and we keep seeing each other."
"Oh, I wouldn't tell a soul and if ... if you want me to, I'd love to keep seeing you."
"I do-oh, I do," she beamed. "There's only one thing that might drive a wedge between us," she said, holding her breath.
"What-what's that?" he asked, a concerned expression creasing his brow.
"You're running for class president against my best girl friend and ..." she paused, choosing her words carefully, "and sooner or later it will force me to choose between the two of you."
"I'll drop out tomorrow," he said without hesitation. "I ... I only wanted to do it to prove I mattered to people, and you've made me feel ten times as important as any old class office could."
Susan, relieved beyond words and unable to understand what was happening to her, nestled her face into his sweat-soaked shirt and wet his chest with tears that reached up from her soul.
* * *
The day Susan managed to get George to her house for the first time, Terry had dropped by the office of Mr. Jerry Mitchum. The forty-five-year-old counselor, with tons of body hair and a beer belly, was supervising the student elections. Like Susan, Terry dressed for the occasion. Her electric-blue miniskirt could hardly be called decent. She wore a lacy white half-slip underneath, which was too tight to fall between her legs and hide anything when she sat. On top, she wore a gauzy white, see-through blouse which displayed her sea-shell bra and swollen boobs to perfection.
She had her appointment for right after school, which was ideal. She walked down the dim hall and peeked in. The counselor's student secretary had gone for the day. Terry hurried to the girls' restroom and slipped into the back stall. Pulling down her panty hose, she stretched the leg bands of her panties into the crack of her ass and smoothed the hose back in place. Then she pulled both the half-slip and the skirt an inch higher on her belly and unbuttoned her blouse. Pushing several folds of toilet paper into the bottom and outer side of the cups, she stuffed her tits back into the uncomfortable containers and rebuttoned the blouse.
Leaving the girls' room she hurried directly to his office, hoping no one would see her dressed so blatantly horny. She knocked politely and waited until he opened the door to admit her.
Terry had to make a concentrated effort to keep from laughing as she walked by Mr. Mitchum. His mouth parted and his eyes burned through her until she was sure he had a mental x-ray of her tits, lungs, heart and maybe even her spine. She made sure she kept in front of him, and hurried forward to the chair by his desk.
Jerry Mitchum was still standing at the door gawking when she reached his desk. Bending over far enough to make sure her skirt rode up to expose her ass, she slid the chair closer to his. He shut the door and strode back to his desk.
Mr. Mitchum wasn't any stranger to beaver shots and little tits. He hadn't taught and spent years in front of a classroom watching the girls restlessly squirming in their seats without getting hundreds of glances at panty-clad pussies. If he'd been questioned closely, he'd have reluctantly admitted taking advantage of a few of them. He wasn't an angel and didn't pretend to be. But he was smart enough to keep his seductions so well-hidden that no one, his wife or other teachers, had the slightest hint of the indiscretions.
He knew the minute Terry walked in that he had a piece of ass ready for him that afternoon. The question he pondered over as he walked back to his desk was what it was going to cost him. One thing was certain, he had to get the kid to straighten her clothes up and get her out of his office before someone saw her dressed like that.
"Mr. Mitchum," Terry breathed, leaning forward so he could see the exposed fleshiness of her boobs without even the transparent material of the blouse in the way. "I need your help."
"Possibly we should discuss this whole matter in more private surroundings," he grinned and slid his fingers down her arm.
"Do you have someplace in mind?" Terry smiled, cocking her head coyly and shifting her arm so his hand rubbed against her tit. "If you do, I don't have to be home until seven."
Mr. Mitchum hustled the girl out of his office, instructing her as tactfully as possible to straighten her clothes before going to the parking lot to meet him. He called his wife and told her he'd be late and checked his pocket to be sure he had the key to their beach house. Whistling to himself, he locked the office up for the afternoon.
A half-hour later they had reached his beach house. Terry enthusiastically complimented him on the bright, lovely decor as he took her on a short tour. Settling on the royal blue sofa in the living room she waited patiently while he got her a glass of wine and mixed himself a martini.
"What can I help you with?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I'm running for freshman president and it's come up that some of the other candidates are going to say I've been breaking the rules. Some of the things I've heard they might say are awful and
I'd hoped that I could count on you to ignore them."
"Do you want to charge any of them with starting a whispering campaign?"
"No," she smiled coyly. "It would look like I was making a mountain out of a molehill, 'specially when I don't know what all they might say. I just want you to know they're lies so you wouldn't take any of it seriously."
"And in return for looking the other way . . ." he smiled, getting right to the point.
"In return," she smiled, and stood up, "I'm yours any time you want me between now and the election."
"You on the Pill?"
"Um-hm," she said, starting to unbutton her blouse.
Jerry Mitchum leaned back in the white fur recliner and pushed the cock bulge in his pants down as the teeny-bopper did a strip-tease for him.
Surprised and satisfied at how smoothly it went, Terry slowly removed her blouse and, stripping it off her arms, draped it across the arm of the couch. Then she slowly raised the hem of her skirt and half-slip, revealing her thighs an inch at a time and her white panties from crotch to belly band. She caught the waistband, expanded the elastic and tugged the garments gracefully to her toes. Stepping out of them, she laid them with her blouse and swirled around once so he could see her clad only in her pantyhose, panties and bra.
Mr. Mitchum was damp with perspiration as he stared at the scantily clad teenager. He couldn't help noticing the wavy line drawn across her panties by the heavy, dark-brown seam of her pantyhose. Licking his lips, he watched as she struggled with the transparent, coffee-colored body covering and finally tossed it on top of her other clothes.
Reaching behind her, Terry slipped her index fingers under the elastic and cotton which made up the strap of her bra. Locking her thumbs on the outside of the material she pushed her hands together, releasing the single catch on the brassiere. Rotating her arms quickly, she caught the cups before they fell from her boobs, teasing the sweating, excited man in front of her.
She had him hooked and she knew it. There was little question from the bulging rise in his slacks and the wide-eyed stare that she had him. Letting the glossy-white straps fall from her shoulders, she dropped the bra away from her tits, and turned her back on him so she could toss the thing aside.
Covering her tits with her hands, mashing them, so the pliable flesh oozed from between her widely spread fingers, she slithered over to the chair and slipped into his lap.
Mr. Mitchum's hands gently slid over her back, sending chills up her spine, and made their way surely around her sides to the coyly hidden jugs. His fingers gripped hers firmly and pulled the girl's delicate, graceful hands away with authority. She heard him catch his breath and felt his gaze bore into her.
The man's fingers began to trace her nipples. He couldn't help wondering how two large, firm jugs could be tipped with such tiny, delicate jewels. Terry busied herself undoing his shirt as he stroked and teased the precious rubbery gems.
"Kiss my nipples," he demanded hotly as she spread his shirt back and looked at his furry chest and stomach.
Terry's eyebrows arched but she wasn't about to blow what she'd started now. Feeling rather foolish, she lowered her mouth to his chest and pressed her lips firmly around the small brown rings. The hair around them tickled her lips, but she sucked in firmly, like she would have on a teensy-weensy cock and began tickling the tiny protrusion in the center of the button with her tongue. To her surprise the tiny male decoration stiffened, much as her own did when caressed.
One of Mr. Mitchum's hands remained on her soft knockers and the other slipped into the top of her panties. He felt the heat in her loins as it rose, from beneath her pubic bone, and turned her dark forest into a steaming jungle swamp. Her legs shot apart as if they'd been spring loaded when the tip of his middle finger found and pressed her clit.
"Go down on me," he whispered hoarsely.
Terry obeyed, making no effort to play innocent or ignorant. Disengaging herself from his grasping hands, she got up and knelt between his legs. Finding the zipper of his trousers, she slid it down and fumbled around inside until she was able to free his imprisoned cock.
Licking her lips, she gazed at the stiff hard-on, marveling at the size of its knotted, rugged veins and the blunt, scarlet head as it expanded and contracted, throbbing like a heart in heat. She lowered her face until the fuck-stick was burning and wetting her lips with its clear fluid.
Spiraling her tongue, like she was cleaning the drippings off the outside of a popsicle, she pushed her head down on the nine-inch dong. Mr. Mitchum grabbed handfuls of her flaxen hair and guided her up and down on his shaft, gasping with pleasure as her hot mouth sucked his rod.
Mr. Mitchum got all of the straight pussy he craved at home and enjoyed using these outings with strangers or little girls to do the things his wife didn't enjoy. That way he filled his needs and kept her content at the same time.
Feeling the urgency of a pending climax fill his loins, he pulled the girl's head off his tool and ordered her to go to the bathroom and get some Vaseline.
Terry looked at him strangely, wondering what he had in mind, but again, obeyed without question. Bringing the jar back with her, she followed his instructions and greased his cock, hoping he wasn't going to coat her cunt with that awful stuff. Wiping her hands on a towel she'd brought back also, she slipped out of her panties.
"Bend over and spread your cute little asscheeks apart!" the now nude, sweating man ordered.
Feeling humiliated, exposed and vulnerable, Terry slowly did what she was told. Mr. Mitchum dipped a gob of the sticky jelly out of the jar and, smiling, touched it to her asshole. The girl jumped and tensed as the digit probed and greased the edge of her tight, virgin pucker.
Terry squealed as the greased finger slid inside her shit-chute. Laughing at her reaction and delighted to find he had a virgin entrance to what, he guessed, was an already well-used body, he let her straighten up as he removed his finger from her butt.
Ordering her to sit on his lap in the recliner, he guided his swollen meat to the puckered entrance of her bung. Terry felt his dick pushing against her little brownie and bit her lip bravely, determined to do whatever was necessary to win his support.
The meaty knob stretched her asshole and pushed the ring back. Then her bung gave way and the searing pain of having a big cock stretching and expanding her virgin ass caroused through her. Her butt felt like someone had goosed her with a white-hot poker and her legs trembled weakly. Tears filled her eyes as she struggled to keep from crying out. Slowly the counselor forced her hips down, filling her young ass deeper and deeper with his monstrous, long dick. When she had accepted the entire tool inside her constricted shitter, he held her on it. The pain slowly subsided and was replaced with a hot excitement that filled her cunt with hot juice and let it spill out onto his balls.
Reaching around her slender hips, he found her clit with one finger and her compressed cunt-cave with the other. Rubbing her joy-button, and moving the other finger in and out of her hole, he worked her into a squirming, twisting bundle of raw passion.
Releasing the back of the chair, Mitchum flicked on the built-in massager and lay back until the girl could straddle the sides. Terry felt the cock go an inch deeper in her butt as he changed positions, and she reveled in the heat springing from his finger and the pressure of his cock. She found herself enjoying the novelty of being corn-holed. Getting used to the new sensations, Terry began to slide up and down, feeling the big prick move in and out of her stretched shit-chute.
Mr. Mitchum began to writhe in ecstasy as every nerve of his meat thrilled to the tight fuck. Forgetting about the girl's passion, he stopped playing with her cunt. Terry's finger found her own clit, twiddling it expertly. Pushing a finger of her other hand into her cunt and finding it not enough, she shoved two more inside her drooling hole without missing a stroke on the hard cock fucking her tight asshole.
Jerry Mitchum's cock turned to liquid fire. He squeezed Terry's soft tits in his massive hands and growled with passion as he filled her bowels with steamy cum. Terry, shaking with excitement, and driven only by animal instincts and the need to fuck his prick to a release, managed to make her legs stutter her hips in something vaguely resembling a rhythm until she felt Mitchum shoot his load inside her heaving ass. Her pussy convulsed and quaked around her finger, filling her with an exciting intense warmth and release, sealing their relationship for the next month and a half.
CHAPTER FOUR
"How come Susan couldn't make it?" Roger asked, shifting his sister's weight on his lap so he could get more comfortable in the passenger seat of Mike's van.
"She just got George to come around to her way of thinking and doesn't want to take a chance on blowing it. You're mad because you aren't going to get to screw her, huh?" Terry grinned, squirming as her brother's hand slid under her skirt and idly stroked the smooth crotch fabric of her panties.
"Has anyone seen Patricia?" Mike asked as he tromped on the accelerator and shot by the car in front of him.
"Yeah, I spotted her Tuesday. She didn't look too happy. I hear she pulled out of the election campaign." Roger chuckled, slipping his hand under Terry's blouse and beginning to stroke the lacy cotton of her bra cups. Terry's nipples rose and she felt them scraping against the thin layer of smooth, protective padding between her boobs and the exploring fingers.
"What's next?" Mike asked.
"I've gotten old man Mitchum eating out of the palm of my hand. Now I have to go after the right support. You know what I mean-the lettermen, the junior boys who are dating freshmen girls, the staff of the school paper and the club council."
"How do you plan on getting all those people on your side?" Roger asked, as his finger slipped beneath the leg band of her panties.
"You can't lay all of them," Mike added hastily.
"I'm going to knock Jerry, the guy who has most of the girls' support, out by screwing up some of my posters and making it look like he did it. I'll be able to win some of the class from that and speeches. The rest can be swayed by the campus big-shots."
"You've got Roger and me," Mike said. "We're both lettermen."
"If you put out to Larry, the star quarterback and Chuck, our halfback," Roger grinned, slipping his finger deeper into his sister's cunt, "the four of us should be able to persuade the rest of the guys."
"All right-if I have the lettermen, I'll have the rest of the club council on my side. What about the Robin's Rag?"
"The editor is Martha Adams. I hear she's got the hots for me. I guess I can throw a flag over her face and fuck for Old Glory," Roger grimaced.
"Sounds really great. We've got to work fast though. I need all of this out of the way before the assembly two weeks from now."
The conversation ended as Mike carefully pulled off the road and maneuvered beneath the low branches to the seclusion of their favorite spot. He turned the key off, set the brake and undid his safety belt. Terry wiggled out of her brother's lap and giggled self-consciously when his finger popped audibly from her cunt.
Mike and Roger followed her through the curtained separation and helped make sure all of the shades were drawn.
* * *
Roger had been right about Patty. She was heartsick and confused. Three days hadn't erased the agony of her multiple rape. All of her values had been destroyed in that single incident. She knew that remaining a virgin in the current times was ridiculous and old-fashioned but it had been her goal, and she felt that at the very least she should have been able to choose the time, place and partner.
She had gone to school the day after the attack and, out of fear, removed her name from the list of candidates. Then she'd sat listlessly, in a world of her own, through all of her classes.
Now, two days later, she was still avoiding class. Huddling in the darkest corner of the big, silent room, she tried to think, to come to terms with herself. It seemed impossible-the image of cocks in her mouth and dogs fucking her cunt wouldn't stop haunting her.
"You look like you lost your best friend," a deep voice whispered from beside her.
Shaken out of her lethargy, Patricia looked up. Her gaze was met steadily by that of a rather unkempt-looking young man wearing a dirty motorcycle jacket. The boy was her only dark secret and, what she felt, was an indiscretion. She had had a crush on the gangling six-footer since the third grade when he'd beaten up two boys who'd been picking on her. Normally she tried to avoid him because she was afraid to admit she thought the world of him. Now it didn't matter any more.
"Hi, Gordon," she smiled sadly.
"What's wrong with my favorite square princess?" the junior asked, studying her drawn face with concern.
"Nothing," she sighed, unable to meet his eyes.
"Can't talk about it?" he asked.
"No," she sighed, shaking her head.
"Come on-it won't help for you to sit here and mope. Why don't you let me walk you home? I can get my chopper or my old lady's car and we can talk."
She knew she shouldn't. It wasn't right for a nice girl to be seen with a member of the Dragons. It would damage her reputation-but then so would slicing her wrists or running for class president. "All right," she nodded and picked up her books which still lay neatly stacked, as they had been when she sat down.
Gordon took the books as they stepped into the hall and walked through the quiet passageway unchallenged. Patricia ignored the strange stillness of the empty corridor where the muffled life of the classrooms barely penetrated. She'd never cut class before.
The leaves on the trees lining the residential streets were turning golden and there was a slight chill in the afternoon air. A week or two earlier she would have noticed and felt awed by the autumn beauty, now the scene looked bleak and strangely dark, as everything had since that night.
"Patty, what's messing with your mind? Talk about it-please!" Gordon said in a hushed but firm voice.
"I can't talk about it. . ." she said shakily.
"Patty, you can trust me. I won't ever tell. Something's eating you and it ain't helping none to keep it inside."
Gordon was right. She had to talk to someone. He was the logical choice. Nothing she could say would shock him and, if anyone could help, it would be a boy like him who'd been around. She started her story in a halting, barely audible voice, continued it shakily until they reached his house and completed it, sobbing uncontrollably as the boy wheeled his mother's car towards a secluded spot used by lovers in the evenings.
"Jesus, they put you in a spot," the boy said, stopping the car and taking her in his arms.
The pretty little girl had been like a little sister to him. She was the only regret he had over riding with the Dragons. He knew as long as he did that they had to avoid each other most of the time. But he'd made his choice and kept an eye on her, helping her out whenever he could and making sure she wasn't bothered by any of the troublemakers who liked to harass the pretty, innocent lovelies at school. Now it was apparent he'd blown it as a silent guardian angel-lost to one of his own category and that had to be straightened out. But how? He had no idea which one of the three creeps would have the pictures, and if he wiped them out and didn't get to the pictures, sooner or later they'd get out of the hospital and pass them around. No-there had to be a better way.
"I ... I feel so rotten." Patty was sobbing, wetting his jacket with her tears. "I wanted to save myself and now that my virginity is gone, I have nothing else-nothing left."
The muscular boy held the soft, sad little girl in his arms and stroked her lovely hair as he tried to calm her. A tear of sympathy welled in his eye and he quickly blinked it away. No one should see he wasn't as manly as he felt he should be.
Nervous, and painfully aware he didn't know how to soothe her pain or treat a girl whom he respected, he was forced to rely on instinct, something that had always worked better for him in a fight than his everyday affairs.
Patty cuddled against him, feeling secure and safe in his strong arms. His chest and arms seemed as if they were made of steel and he smelled lightly of sweat and grease.
"There's a way," Gordon found himself whispering as he felt her arm slip around his waist and her ultra-soft tit press against him.
"How?" the girl whimpered.
"Don't you worry none about it. You're too much a lady to know what I have in mind. I'll get the pictures back and fix the bastards good at the same time," he said, patting her long hair and tenderly brushing a long strand of it away from her tear-stained cheek.
The boy's strong, capable hand slid down and gripped her slim arm. Then it happened. Neither of them had planned it or been looking for it. Patty moved her arm up to hug herself closer to him and his hand fell away, accidentally falling to her tit.
A sharp sensation of warmth shot through the tender tissues. Was that what it was like? Would her whole body melt if he touched the right spots? Suddenly she had to know. She had to understand herself as well as he understood. Terry and her gang had taken away her virginity and her need to stay pure. If she was going to give herself to anyone, it should be Gordon.
She felt his hand starting to lift free of her soft boob. The ache and need for fulfillment flooded her body and drove her arm back down in desperation, trapping his hand against the side of her soft, cushiony jug.
Gordon was surprised, but understood her need.
The kid had been hurt in the worst way. She had had her dream of purity destroyed and now she was rebelling-not consciously, but unconsciously. Rebellion was something he understood and he would help her. But he would treat her like a lady and give her as much pleasure and satisfaction as he could in an effort to ease the pain she had already suffered. He knew he could understand and sympathize with her terrible hurt, even though he was probably the only one.
After a long minute Patty relaxed and wrapped her arm around him again. He cautiously stroked the side of her boob, to make sure it was all right for him to continue, before becoming bolder.
When she didn't protest or make any attempt to move his hand away, he let it move forward until her luxurious tit filled it. His fingers sensed the slight empty space between bra and boob caused by the angle she was resting in. He let his fingers trace the outline of her cups and caressed the swollen semicircle of flesh at the center of her chest.
Gordon let his fingers walk back across the center of the cup until they reached the spot where her nipple would be. Patty's nipples stiffened from the loving, alien method of examination. They rubbed the material of her bra in an effort to escape the confinement.
The boy's fingers moved back to the center line of her body and, slipping between the buttons of her blouse, drew tiny circles on her breast bone. Seconds later his fingers darted outside, but remained only long enough to pinch the button against his thumb, widening the gap so his entire hand could slide through.
Patty was trembling with excitement as his hands cupped and squeezed beneath her blouse.
She thrilled as she heard the soft pounding of his heart beneath her ear and realized it was speeding. She shivered with excitement as his fingers found the shoulder strap and pushed it from its supportive position on her shoulder to a useless spot on her arm.
The tight, restricting grip was gone from the pouch and made it easy for the gang leader's fingers to probe inside it. They enjoyed the firm, rising gourd and the soft, luxurious feel of the sensitive tit flesh. Gordon felt his heart rate increase and his cock expand and bounce excitedly as he touched the buoyant, springy pad of softness near the summit of her tit. Then his fingers found the bumpy areola surrounding the maturing pap. He found to his delight that it was wrinkled and poutingly stiff to his touch. Proud and confident now that he was sure his efforts were pleasing her, he rolled the warm, hard knob between his fingers. Pushing the nipple gently down, he would then let it spring back for more attention.
Patty's heart pulsed beneath her breast and he knew their petting was taking her mind off her problems. Wanting desperately to see the lovely fruit of his attentions, Gordon slipped his hand out of her bra and unbuttoned her blouse. Pulling the flaps of the garment back, he pushed the bra down, under her proud little tit.
Patty shuddered in heat and adoration for the boy who was pleasing her. She twisted around so she could lie on her back and rest her head on his thighs. Lying there, with eyes closed, she basked in the gripping heat as the boy's hands began to work on both of her tits at the same time.
When both nipples were firmly erect and her flesh covered with goose bumps, Patty felt his hands suddenly start rubbing the cotton of her floor-length granny skirt. Her slender stomach bounced as his hands slid the pressed cotton across the smooth slippery surface of her half-slip and panties. In the heavy, tense silence of the car the friction caused a rustling, scraping sound which added to their delight.
As the boy's hands began to gently tug the long skirt up and pile it in bunches on her tight belly, Patty's uncertainty and pain left her. She sighed happily and was filled with a peace. The new, heated passion surged through her and wet her panties with cunt dew. She knew she was actually choosing the right time and place and the ideal partner for such an adventure. She loved Gordon. She had for years, and now she understood it and could admit it.
Gordon's hands tugged and pulled the cloth of both the skirt and slip up at the same time. He moved it an inch or two at a tug, and it seemed like an eternity before her knees were exposed. Then it began to move up her firm, sculptured thighs.
Sliding his fingers up the inside of her thighs and moving the cloth aside at the same time, he exposed her panty-clad crotch. Patty gasped as the searing electric desire made her legs shoot immodestly apart. "Oh . . . oh, my," she whimpered as his hand lightly brushed the material of her tight nylon underwear.
Gordon knew the minute he saw the slick dampness which had gathered and managed to seep through the nearly impregnable cloth at her crotch that she was ready, but he wanted to be absolutely sure that Patty reached a climax. Life owed her that much and he wanted to be sure she got it. He rubbed her pussy through the crotch of her panties for a few minutes, then gently, tenderly, he caught the waistband and pulled them down. Patty raised her hips helpfully and they were off.
"Darling, please take me now. I need you so bad. Make love to me now-I can't wait any longer! Please!" she begged.
"All right," he beamed and, gently lifting her head off his leg, he got out and went around to the passenger side of the car. He opened the door and helped Patty into the back seat. Her face was strained now with need, and she raised her legs high before he could get his pants down.
"Oh, that feels so wonderful!" she gasped as he slid his pulsing cock inside her aching cunt. "Oh!" she gasped again as he withdrew his rod from her dribbling hole, sending another thrill through her.
Gordon screwed slowly at first, then began building up speed as she begged him to fuck harder and faster. He felt her thighs rubbing and flailing. Her fingernails raked the material of his jacket, and he glowed from lust and the satisfaction of knowing he was really helping the girl he now realized he loved.
Patty was obviously a novice at fucking but, as inexperienced as she was, she managed to move her hips to his rhythm. A greater and fuller satisfaction rose in her as his cock massaged her clit and cunt walls. "Oh, my God!" she gasped as she felt herself being caught up in a whirlpool of sensation. Then her voice was gone and the car was filled with the sounds of mewing and gasping that escaped from deep in her throat.
Gordon managed to hold his climax back, something he'd never done before, until she'd completed hers. When he felt Patty shudder, and the mewing faded, he stopped concentrating on her and let his cock have its way. The hot, electrical energy created by the pistoning action inside her cunt told him his explosion was only a second off.
Pulling his cock out of her hole, he watched as it danced, bucking and squirting its load of cum into her pussy hair.
He cleaned her twat of his jizz, explained the necessity of douching as soon as she got home, and tenderly assured her of his love. Patty, beaming and satisfied, admitted her affection for him also and then tried again to find out what he had planned for those who had hurt her.
"Can I be there when you do whatever it is you're going to do?" she finished, hoping her presence would keep him from doing anything terrible.
"We'll see . . ." he conceded.
* * *
The same afternoon, immediately after school, George whistled happily as he strutted towards the girls' gym. Susan would be waiting for him-pretty, innocent Susan. He'd never felt so confident. True to his word, he'd dropped out of the race for class president; after all, with a girl like Susan, who needed the assurance of an election to prove he was popular?
Susan, inside the locker room, was putting the final touch to her hair. Preening, for one last second, in front of the mirror, she dropped the brush into her handbag. Gathering her books and bag, she hurried outside. The girl knew she could have made arrangements to attend Terry's strategy session without hurting George's feelings but, even though she felt a little guilty about it, her heart wasn't in it. She knew she'd eventually end up hurting George and, even while swearing her loyalty to her girl friend, she was becoming less and less sure she'd be able to.
Once in the house and her bedroom, the two teenagers laughingly drank their Cokes and ate the cookies Susan had found in the kitchen. Then, to Susan's utter amazement and surprise, George reached for their books instead of her. The boy's conversation was light and breezy as they went through assignment after assignment. They talked of hobbies, school gossip, future plans and pending school events. Slowly a glow swept through Susan. The boy was interested in her as a person, not just a piece of ass. He didn't have to stick his dick in her cunt the minute he was alone to fulfill his needs. Susan hadn't ever had an experience like that. Other boys were interested in her as a sex object. She'd learned to accept it as a way of life, and it was confusing and delightful to find someone who seemed to like all of her, not just her hairy little cunt.
When the assignments were all done and the books put away, George shyly put his arm over her shoulders and let his fingers rest cautiously against the top starting point of her swelling tits.
"I've got an idea!" Susan giggled.
"What?" George asked, quickly removing his hand for fear he'd offended her.
"Let's take a bath together!"
George looked at her, his forehead wrinkling as he thought about the possible consequences of her seeing him completely naked. But after a moment, his curiosity and spirit of adventure won. "Sure," he said, giving her an uncertain grin.
Grabbing him by the hand, she pulled him playfully off the bed and tugged him towards the cozy little room across the hall. He closed the door nervously behind them and, sweating with intensity, began to strip the clothing from his pale, chubby body.
Susan poured some bath crystals into the bottom of the green porcelain tub and adjusted the spigots. Then she began to remove her clothing. When they were both completely naked, Susan looked at George. She noticed immediately that he'd been staring with admiration at her body. He reddened and averted his eyes quickly.
"Come on," Susan giggled, taking his hand and stepping into the warm water.
George followed the lithe girl and sat with his back to the far end of the tub. Susan sat down facing him at its head.
"You're gorgeous!" Susan said. Actually she didn't think George looked at all bad. She knew he was sensitive about his weight and didn't feel that he had any need to be.
"You really mean that?" he asked uncertainly.
"Not too fat and not too slim-just right. If you were as heavy as you seem to think you are, you'd probably have a problem, but you're not and you don't!" she retorted.
"You're not only beautiful, you're also the nicest!" George beamed.
"I'll soap you if you soap me," Susan said, handing him the bar of slippery soap.
George lathered his hands really good and reached forward. His soapy fingers trailed quickly over her fragile shoulders and slid down, as if drawn by a magnet to the pendulous tits hanging from her chest. The soap made her boobs slippery, and he dared not get a firm grip for fear of squeezing too hard and hurting her. He drew tiny soap circles around and over her delicate flesh and, taking some of the bubbles from the bath, tipped each of her tits and, giggling, told her she looked wicked.
Laughing uproariously Susan knelt so he could do her stomach. The slick lather, warm water and soft hands were driving Susan wild and she trembled happily beneath his touch. It took every ounce of self-control to keep from raping the boy in the tub when he slid his soapy hands between her legs and washed her puffy gash, dilated cunt hole and stiffening clit.
Turning around awkwardly, she let him do her back and gasped with delightful shock as his fingers pressed and soaped her tiny, puckered asshole.
Then it was her turn to do him. She soaped his chest and stomach before he got uncertainly to his knees. Gently, tenderly, she took his stiff six-inch cock in her hand. Taking her soapy fist and sliding it back and forth, she jacked his twitching rod until he squealed for her to stop. Holding the trembling tool against his stomach, out of the way, she gently massaged his balls, pretending the curiosity of the uninitiated.
When she finished his back, ass and legs and they'd gotten all the soap off each other, they got out and toweled dry. Susan raced pell-mell across the hall and dove for the bed. George stood like a statue, his eyes riveted to her round jiggling ass as the muscles rippled and bounced. Then he took off and was beside her on the bed.
She grabbed him playfully around the waist and, mashing her budding boobs against his stomach, tried to give him a bear-hug. Caught off guard, he reached down and rubbed his fingertips into her ribs. She squealed and let go, only to find herself sitting on top of him, with her knees resting on his shoulders.
"Give up?" she squealed in delight.
"No!" he roared happily and tried to push her off. When that didn't work, he resorted to tickling again. Susan squealed and wiggled forward until she was sitting on his chin.
"Give up," she gasped huskily.
"Uh ..." he murmured and moved his head from side to side, spreading and rubbing her hairy cuntlips below the bushy mass of her muff.
"Oh!" she gasped, "Run your tongue over me, make me feel good!" she gasped.
George, not at all sure of himself, but afraid to offend her, especially after he'd given her a bath, let his tongue flick out and touch her delicate gash. He felt her thighs tense about his ears and her entire crotch quaked. Enjoying the strange, salty taste of her cunt and the aroma of perfumed soap, his tongue became braver. He opened his eyes and stared happily into the profusion of pussy hair. His tongue found the bottom of her gash and he became aware of the twat slime which had lubricated his cock when he'd fucked her the day before. Strangely, the cunt syrup didn't offend him now as it might have otherwise. He rather enjoyed the feel of the heavy pussy juice as it clung to his tongue.
Glancing down farther, towards his tongue, he thrilled at the sight of her tiny, petal-like cunt flaps protruding above, or below as the case might be, from her wiry muff. Unable to contain his tongue any longer, he ran it the full length of her split and felt her asscheeks tighten around his chin.
The girl shuddered and tugged at his head as he lapped broadly at her bloating cuntlips. Letting go of his head for a second, Susan raised her one leg over his head and twisted around so she was facing his cock. Scooting over and wrapping her legs back around his head, she lowered herself onto him. She felt his tongue petting her pink slit and his nose rubbing her deep cleft as she pressed her boobs against his stomach and lowered her head.
George almost bit his tongue in surprise and utter joy at the delightful sensation of the girl's warm, soft lips as they wrapped around his meat. The warm wetness of her mouth thrilled him as she sank lower and lower on his cock. It didn't dawn on him that only a girl with tons of experience would know to rub the area of his crotch between his balls and asshole. To him it was all a delightfully wonderful, new experience. He was too innocent to question the girl's actions or her motivations. All of this, especially his innocence, drew Susan closer and closer to him and thawed her cold, calculating heart.
George was about to lose control. He knew the feeling and, being a confirmed jack-off man, he also knew the consequences. Afraid to say anything for fear of hurting his girl friend's feelings and even more afraid of the consequences if he came in her face or mouth, he worked on her now-drooling pussy in total panic, trying to make her reach the same peak as him.
Susan, feeling the absolute frenzy of the boy's tongue in her gushing slit, and guessing the reason, smiled to herself and slowed, lapping at his cock now instead of sucking it, keeping him totally at the brink and fearful he'd lose control. When her own box was boiling, she raised and twisted around. Straddling the boy, she took his stiff cock in her hand and guided it instinctively towards her open, drooling hole.
George sucked in his breath as his rosy knob caught in the entrance of her cunt. She began to settle down, taking more and more of his long cock into the juicy sheath of her twat. The boy moaned and babbled as she lowered and raised her cunt, taking his prick in and letting it out. The wonderful, wet, warm pussy caressed the soft, loose flesh surrounding the shank of his engorged hard-on with its velvet touch, flicking shock after shock of ecstatic heaven through his sensitive nerve endings.
George's mind wasn't functioning; the animal in him had taken over. The only thing that mattered to the teenager was fucking her wonderfully tight snatch and spilling his milky-white cum into her willing hole and thrilling the wonderful soft creature who was bringing him so much joy.
Susan, knowing her clit wouldn't get the action it would need to satisfy her desperate longing from the boy's cock, let her hands fall to her muff. Finding the little passion center with her fingers, she began to rub and stroke it as she bounced happily up and down on the boy's twitching pecker. George's eyes were closed, he would never know.
Then they were exploding. He was spilling his cum inside her convulsing cunt and it was running out. of her hole as she fucked on and on. She was vibrating, her entire body engulfed in wave after wave of joyous release.
CHAPTER FIVE
Miss Wallace was the girls' physical-education teacher and, as such, she wasn't involved in the student-election activities, but she had eyes and ears. Beneath her pretty, tanned face and sun-bleached hair was a logical mind. She had seen Patty and the expression of terror on her face Monday when she'd left the locker room with the two other girls. Now she had withdrawn from the political arena and the class. She had seen George around and knew he was running for office. Then he was seen around campus with Susan and now he had withdrawn. Finally, there was the other girl, Terry, the one with the delicious boobs. She'd seen the teenager getting into Mr. Mitchum's car as she was getting ready to leave the lot herself. It hadn't been at all difficult to put two and two together and figure out what the big-titted girl was up to.
Miss Wallace was a devout connoisseur of big knockers herself, and decided to get in on the fun. Normally she would have shied away from any of the young cunts in her class. It was dangerous enough to be attracted to members of her own sex, without risking her job and future for a little ass. Even though she found herself attracted almost magnetically by the teeny-bopper's tits, and longed for the chance to suck on them, she wouldn't have made a move if the opportunity hadn't been so perfectly engineered to suit her.
Friday, when roll call was complete, she stopped the girl and told her she wanted to talk to her after class. Terry frowned but consented. She'd wanted to go out with Mike and get laid but that wasn't the type of thing she dared tell Miss Iceberg.
As soon as she finished showering and dressed, Terry reported to the glassed-in office. Miss Wallace bluntly told her she wanted Terry to come to her apartment for a "long talk", sending the girl into a mild panic, just as the woman had planned.
Miss Wallace let the girl sweat for a half-hour until the locker room was cleared and she locked the building up. Then, with the girl following nervously behind, she led the way to her car and made the girl get in.
Once at her apartment, she motioned the girl onto the couch and sat down beside her. Terry was utterly shocked and dismayed that the teacher had managed to piece the whole thing together.
"You can't prove it. Patty and Susan would never say a word!" Terry bluffed.
"Bullshit. You know they would if I started grinding them!" the teacher spat back.
"All right-so I'm playing a little rough. It's the way the game should be played. What are you going to do?"
"I imagine I'm going to turn you in . . . unless . . ."
"Unless what?" Terry asked fearfully. "You've been selling your body to get cooperation. I suggest you continue to sell it.
You've got nice big tits," the teacher said, reaching over and stroking the girl's puffed-out jugs.
Terry recoiled as if she'd been bitten by a snake.
"You're queer!" she gasped.
"And you're a whore-so what? Are you going to cooperate, or would you rather I get your ass burned but good?"
"What do I have to do?" Terry choked, gazing at her hands.
"Will you cooperate," the woman demanded coldly, "or do I have to call Susan and Patricia?"
Terry hesitated a long minute; then, as the woman reached for the telephone, she nodded listlessly.
"I'll cooperate . . ."
"That's better," Miss Wallace smiled, unbuttoning the girl's blouse.
Terry's stomach did flip-flops and she paled. She'd never been so humiliated. Whatever she was, it wasn't queer, and she didn't like the idea of another woman touching her. It wasn't a choice of the election, though. She'd give that up rather than submit to this, but she didn't want to be suspended from school or thrown into juvenile hall. She knew she'd be branded as a monster for what she'd done to Patricia, and it would haunt her for the rest of her life.
"You do it. Strip. Stand right there in front of me and take off your clothes so I can watch you," the teacher ordered maliciously.
Terry's hands shook as they found the first button which the older woman had left fastened. Numbly, she pushed it through the buttonhole and went to the next. Button after button opened, letting her blouse gape farther and farther apart, until it was completely unfastened. Unlike the show she'd put on for Mr. Mitchum, she let it fall unceremoniously from her shoulders. Without thinking, she automatically caught it as it slipped from her body and laid it across the back of the couch.
Pushing the straps of her bra from her shoulders, she tugged it down, twisted it around, and unfastening it she tossed it on top of her blouse. Pulling her shoulders back, she faced the woman and glared defiantly.
"Your skirt."
Terry angrily fumbled with the big button at her side and, getting it undone, she jerked the zipper to the bottom of the metal teeth and let it fall to her ankles. Without waiting to be told, she stretched the elastic of her short half-slip and pulled it to her ankles. Stepping out of the garments, she caught her toes in them and brought them up to her hand. She wouldn't have to stoop and give the bitch more of a show.
"Panties," the women growled.
"Please ..." Terry whimpered.
"Strip, slut!"
Terry blushed furiously but worked the tight nylon over her hips, across her thighs and let them drop. Turning sideways, she stooped over to pick them up. That was a mistake.
Miss Wallace grabbed her by a tit and her hair, jerking her painfully across her lap. Terry had been off balance, and the action caught her completely off guard. She stumbled and fell before she knew what had happened.
"Smart-ass little bitch! I'm going to give you exactly what your parents should have years ago!" the teacher exploded as she twisted the girl's arm behind her back.
Raising her left hand high, she brought it swishing down through the air and listened with satisfaction as it slammed into the cheek of the girl's ass with a resounding smack.
Terry squealed, feeling the burning fire where the hand had struck her and the ache that was beginning to seep deeper into the bun. She struggled hysterically as she saw the hand raise again. Suddenly the burning of her ass was forgotten as new, more intense flashes of searing pain shot through her from the elbow to the ball of her shoulder. The woman was forcing her arm to the limits of its endurance and was rapidly putting it far enough to tear it loose from the socket.
"Oh, dear Jesus, please! Please, Miss Wallace! God-don't! You'll break it!" the girl screeched and began sobbing in pain.
"Then hold still and take your medicine," Miss Wallace said flatly.
Terry stopped struggling and the woman eased the pressure. Reaching down, she removed one of her flats and, holding it at the heel, brought the sole down on the unprotected flank with a quick, hard snap that echoed through the room. The girl wailed and tried to protect her backside with her free hand.
Aiming carefully the woman snapped the shoe directly across the girl's exposed knuckles. Terry jerked her throbbing hand away and began to sob hysterically. The shoe raised again and developed a rhythm. It didn't stop until the girl's ass was crimson red. Terry's loud sobs had subsided and she lay across the woman's knees shaking and choking silently. She was totally defeated and humiliated. She feared angering the woman any further and was wondering why the humiliating and painful ordeal had made her pussy drool with need.
"Now repeat after me," the woman ordered.
"I'm a whore." "I'm a whore," Terry said in a weak voice. "Please let me make love to you, Miss Wallace." "Please let me make love to you, Miss Wallace." "Louder!"
"Please let me make love to you, Miss Wallace," Terry sobbed, raising her voice to a normal level.
"That's better, Terry," she answered. Standing up, she added, "Undress me."
The teacher turned her back on the girl. Terry reached up and, taking the zipper in her fingers, began to reluctantly move it down. She would have liked to choke the woman. The thought did cross her mind, but she knew she'd lose to the athletic prowess of the other. She watched unhappily as the inch and a half, padded hook ends of the woman's fastened bra were exposed and then the dark brown of her pantyhose with the white panties underneath.
Taking the woman's dress at the hem, she lifted it. The teacher raised her arms and let Terry get it over her head. Bringing her arms forward, she held them out to the girl so she could take the dress off and lay it down. Terry wanted to throw it on the floor but contained herself and laid it neatly on the couch beside her clothes.
Rubbing her tender rump gingerly, she stepped behind Miss Wallace again and unsnapped her brassiere. Taking the titty sack by the straps, she let it fall from the woman's arms and tossed it on the couch. Then Miss Wallace turned to her and grinned.
"Kneel," she commanded.
Terry was trying hard to ignore the woman's proud firm boobs with the pouting, mature nipples sitting high on them, pointing like two saucy spear tips. Her shoulders sagged in agony as she sank to her knees in front of the woman. Without waitin to be further humiliated by off-the-wall instructions, Terry grasped the tight band of the pantyhose at each side and, snagging her panties as she tugged, worked them down to the woman's ankles as quickly as possible.
Miss Wallace raised her feet, one at a time, so the girl could get the synthetic mesh off, and moved in closer to the humbled creature in front of her. When Terry straightened up, she found the curly black hair of the woman's mature pussy no more than an inch from her nose. She tried to lean back, but Miss Wallace, her feet already spread, grabbed her by the hair and pushed the girl's face into her bushy muff. Terry felt her nose rub the center of the slit, just below the woman's clit, and the full, mature cunt pressed against her lips.
The strong odor of sweat, heat and womanly sex almost made Terry gag.
"Lick!" the aroused woman commanded. "And suck on my clit."
Terry hesitated. She couldn't bring her tongue out of her mouth even though she knew how foolish it would be to resist. The woman didn't give her a second chance. Letting go of her hair, she bent enough to get a grip on the wire ring in the pierced lobe of Terry's left ear. Pulling forward on it, she rapped the girl on the top of her head viciously with her knuckles.
The girl heard rather than felt the knuckles at first, then a dull throbbing started to run across the top of her skull. Her ear was burning. She felt another rap of the knuckles and her tongue shot out.
The salty taste of unwashed pussy met her tongue as she touched the damp cuntlips with its tip. Pushing downward, she felt it come in contact with the slobbering, ready entrance to her teacher's steaming, over-juiced hole. New tears welled in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks as she lapped at the hot twat juices.
Miss Wallace released her hold on the girl and placed a hand just below her pubic bone on each side of her box. She pulled, bunching the chubby excess hair and cunt flesh, making the juicy red meat inside her gash more accessible to her unhappy sex partner.
Terry, no longer supported by the woman's hands, had no choice but to put her arms around and grip her butt-cheeks, to do what she must and keep her balance at the same time. Her own pussy, already simmering from the stimulation of the earlier spanking, had begun to ache. The uncertainty of her own identity was slowly being sown and it frightened the girl.
The thrill of domination, the girl's suffering, the risk of doing it in her apartment, with a student, and the inexperience of the youthful tongue as it flicked awkwardly across her charged cunt flesh, drove the woman to a frenzy. Suddenly she found she couldn't hold back any longer. Dropping her hands away from her pussy, she jammed the girl's face brutally against her gushing cunt and began babbling, alternately pleading and commanding the girl to lick her twitching snatch.
Terry was almost smothered between the woman's powerful legs. She was twisted now at such an angle she was sure her neck would snap. She recognized the woman's climax for what it was and thrilled, even though she tried not to admit it, to the fact she was causing such a powerful reaction in the other person.
When Miss Wallace's ecstasy had subsided, she stepped back and helped the girl to her feet.
Leading the soggy-faced kitten to the bathroom, she tenderly washed her face of cunt-cum and started a tub of hot water.
Now I'll do you," she whispered to the confused young girl.
* * *
That same afternoon Susan's father met George and Susan as she was seeing the boy to the door. Susan's father gave the boy a careful once-over, smiled pleasantly through the introductions, then excused himself and went inside.
He was waiting in the center of the living room, with his hands on his hips, when she came inside.
"You've been letting that kid fuck you, haven't you?"
"What?" Susan sputtered in disbelief, wondering how he knew.
"Don't deny it. Damn it, girl, there are still soap bubbles in the bathtub and your bed is all screwed up. I'll bet I could find pecker tracks if I looked hard enough, couldn't I?"
Susan lowered her eyes and reddened.
"Tell me exactly what you two have been doing in my house!" the man raged.
"Fucking," the girl whispered, still staring at the floor.
"In detail, young woman!"
Susan began from the time they entered the front door and slowly told her story, feeling more and more embarrassed as she did. Her father sat down. By the time she'd gotten to the part about the bathtub, she noticed he was spending a good deal of time rubbing his crotch.
"Sit down. You make me nervous standing there," he growled. "No-not there. Over here on the couch with me."
Susan sat on the edge of the cushion and picked up her story with George eating her twat. Staring in embarrassment at her hands as they twisted nervously in her lap, she felt, rather than saw her father's hand as it stole around her shoulders and cupped her full boob.
"No, Daddy!" she sighed nervously, feeling the hot tension he was generating. "Mommy might come home."
"So what's wrong? It's all right to let that boy fuck you like you were a little tramp, but you can't treat your own daddy any more. Your mother won't be home for at least a half-hour."
"It's too risky, Daddy!"
"So's what you been up to. You rather I tell your mom?"
"Oh, no! Don't do that, Daddy. You know it would kill her."
"Then treat me right, baby doll."
"Yes, Daddy," Susan whispered. "But only if you don't make me stop seeing George."
"Deal," the man smiled.
Susan knew how to handle her old man. She'd slept with him a few times and hadn't minded it in the past. It was just that she'd really tired herself pleasing George and sex had taken on a new and more fulfilling meaning since she'd met him. She didn't like the idea of reducing the whole act back to the level it had been before she'd fallen in love.
She felt her father's fingers unbuttoning her light, print blouse and glanced down to find her cloth-covered jug jutting lewdly out of the partially open shirt.
"We don't have time to fool around, Dad. You'd better hurry or Mom will come home and catch us," she sighed.
"You undress then, and do it to please your old man."
Susan stood up and did a quick strip-tease, interested only in getting the fuck over with as quickly as she could.
Seconds later, she was standing in front of him naked. Her father reached out and, moving his finger like he was beckoning someone to him, began to run it between her cunt petals. Finding that somewhat awkward at the distance his daughter was standing from him, he pushed it into her girlish cunt. Hooking it behind her powerful muscle at the front of her box, he pulled her forward.
Keeping his finger trapped in her juicy little hole, he began to rub her joy-button firmly back and forth and around in circles with the pad at the tip of his thumb.
It wasn't at all unpleasant, but Susan just couldn't keep her mind on it enough to let go and enjoy it. She was almost certain her mother would get off early and burst through the door, catching them in the act of fucking. The man, not at all insensitive to the needs and moods of his daughter sensed that nothing he could do would really help her.
Letting his finger slide out of her box, he reached down and unzipped his fly.
"Kiss it arid make it all wet and slippery," he instructed his little girl as he pulled his stiff meat from its hiding place.
Susan knelt hurriedly between her father's clad legs and, ringing the base of his prod with her thumb and index finger, ran her tongue under the skin surrounding the uncircumcised head of his cock. The smooth red knob sprang quickly from beneath the elastic covering and she slipped her mouth over it.
Knowing what her father liked, she brought her teeth into gentle contact with the excited prick and rubbed up and down, letting her teeth apply pressure to the deeper inner meat of his hard cock.
"Oh, baby doll, you know how to give a good head! I'm ready. Sit on me quick before I fill your belly with my jism instead of your pretty little pussy."
Susan got hastily to her feet and eased herself onto his lap, letting him guide his pole into her cunt. She felt his prick sink all the way in her hole and press demandingly against the end of her twat. Suddenly she bent over and touched the floor. Her father squealed with delight. She straightened up and giggled. His hands snaked around her and caught her little tits.
The man liked the feel of the rubbery little sucking spouts in his hands. This was a wonderful girl he'd created. It wasn't that he didn't like her mother. He did. In fact, her mother had been one hell of a piece in her day, but ever since she'd had all her insides taken out, she'd let herself go. He couldn't deny that he still loved her. You didn't stay married to a woman for twenty-two years without loving her, but he was a man and needed to plug hairy holes frequently. Yes, he was fortunate to have such a pretty and obedient daughter.
Letting go of the girl's boobs, he decided he'd have to arrange to get home earlier more often so he and Susan could get together. The thoughts, not directly dealing with the fuck he was engaged in, faded as the girl bent forward again, sending waves of pleasure pouring through his rigid dong.
Susan felt the pleasant warmth of her father's strong rod as it rubbed the already satisfied padding of her cunt walls. Even though she wasn't turned on by the whole thing, she found it tolerable. His cock felt good. His fingers felt good on her tit, and somehow, just being in her father's lap again felt good. She thrilled happily whenever he'd gasp and would try to outdo whatever it was that had pleased him so much with her next kinky movement.
Suddenly she felt him tense. She could feel the powerful rippling muscles in his thighs as they knotted. His butt tightened and he raised higher, almost off the couch. Then she felt his rod expanding and contracting inside her cunt as it pumped the load of sticky milk out. She felt it as her hole suddenly became sloppy and started making sucking sounds.
* * *
Susan's girl friend, Terry, didn't get home until late. Her mind was reeling with confusion. Was she queer? She didn't think so. If she wasn't, then why had she enjoyed making it with that horrid woman? Why had she agreed so readily to meet her the next day after school? She tried to tell herself there was little choice, but she knew in her heart she could have put up more of a fight.
She needed reassurance that she was normal, that a cock would still feel great inside her snatch. Even though she knew it was impossible, she had felt everyone staring at her on the bus as if they had known and were accusing her of being a cunt-lapper.
The television was blaring in the living room where her mom and dad were sitting, glued to their chairs to see some ridiculous comedy. She snuck across the hall and rapped lightly on Roger's door.
No answer. She rapped again, still nothing. Opening the door, she flipped on the light. Roger wasn't in yet. Cursing under her breath, she turned the light out, shut the door and turned back to her room. It was then the idea came to her. "Here, Shep!" she called.
The girl didn't have to wait long before she could hear the rattle of the big dog's choke chain and licenses. Shep's whole rump undulated when he saw his young mistress waiting for him.
"Come on, Shep," the girl whispered and led the big shepherd into her room.
Closing the door behind her, she grinned at the panting animal, and drew the hem of her skirt up to her waist. The dog, sensing from habit that he was about to get a little nookie, pushed his wet nose directly against the crotch of her underpants.
Terry shivered with delight. She wasn't sure that letting the dog screw her would prove she wasn't a pervert, but at least the beast had a cock. She'd worry about the niceties later. Rubbing the front of her cunt mound, she teased the dog. She had to be careful and quiet. It wouldn't do to have her mother walk in while Shep was humping her.
Stepping away from the dog for a minute, she stripped to the skin and shrugged into an ankle-length flannel nightgown. Falling across the bed sideways, she pulled the sacklike garment up so it was around her waist, baring her naked flesh to the dog.
Shep sniffed of her strangely perfumed crotch and cocked his head.
"Silly," she giggled, pushing her beaver towards him again. "A wicked, wicked lady made me perfume and powder it. Really, it's the same hole you usually sniff. Lick it . . . please."
Shep gave her box a quick flick of his tongue and, liking the taste of the strawberry douche, began to really turn her on with his tongue. She shivered with excitement as his powerful licker spread and pushed her delicate cunt flaps apart.
"No, Shep-no! That's all I've had done to me today. I need your cock in me. Prove I'm a woman, Shep!" she sobbed and, turning over, raised onto her knees and pulled her gown up so her ass, still showing some evidence of the beating the woman had given her, stuck saucily into the air.
Shep teased her with his cold nose a second longer before giving a snort and pouncing on her back. Terry flinched as the dog's blunt nails scraped her sides and ripped her gown. Then she felt his sharp-tipped prick stabbing at her ass, trying to find her cunt hole. Within seconds he'd found it and driven his cock all the way up her oozing twat to the balls.
Terry buried her face in her pillow to muffle the sobs of relief and ecstasy the dog's jackhammer strokes were sending through her. Each stroke only took him a split second to complete, but the pleasure she was deriving from the way the dog fucked her was indescribable.
Shep knew only one direction, with no variation, no break in rhythm, and with no concern for anything but his own immediate gratification. That was enough for Terry. Her self image had been shattered that afternoon. She'd submitted to the lesbian interlude first from fear of exposure, then from fear of pain and before she'd left, she'd lapped cunt willingly, because she found herself enjoying it. But Shep shot his wad before she had reached a high enough plane to satisfy herself.
Terry felt his cock come out of her aching hole with a pop and she was left, sobbing in frustration and beating the mattress with her fists. Sticking a tissue between her legs, she wiped her twat as clean as she could and headed for the bathroom to finish the job. Her cunt ached for fulfillment. She was seriously contemplating finger-fucking herself when she heard her brother's footsteps in the hall.
Leaving the bathroom, she grabbed Roger by the arm and practically dragged him into her bedroom.
"Fuck me please, Roger! Right now-please!" she whispered, squeezing her legs tightly together.
"What about Mom and Dad?"
"They're busy watching television. They'll never know, as long as we're quiet."
"I can't, babe. I fucked Martha until I thought my pecker would fall off."
"Oh, please try! I need it bad, Roger!"
"All right. . . We'll try, but you're going to have to really work me up."
Terry didn't give her brother a chance to unbuckle his own belt. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she pulled the two-inch strip of leather out of its loop, pushed it through the buckle, pulled it back and let it fall free. She started on the button and a second later his pants were sagging unceremoniously about his knees. She grabbed his briefs by the cotton sides and jerked, sending them down.
She was in no mood to toy around. Grasping the boy's limp cock in her fingers, she stuffed it in her mouth and drew her head back, stretching the elastic rod as it slid from her mouth. It took him longer to get a hard-on than usual but in a few minutes her brother's prick was standing stiffly parallel to the floor. Its meaty head was alert and proud at the end of its slightly bowed shaft.
Conscious of the fact her brother was tired and had already emptied his cock up another girl's hole that evening, Terry carefully worked the pecker into a slobbering, twitching state before falling back on the bed and pulling her gown up to her belly-button.
Roger was about to come and he knew it. There was no hesitation on his part. Not even stopping to remove his pants, he crawled between his sister's legs and shoved his throbbing prick up her oozing cunt. Terry felt the satisfied stretching of her hole and the smooth, delicious massaging of her cunt walls. She quickly learned that she'd done the preliminaries too well-Roger shot his wad.
Terry didn't say anything as the boy pulled his pants up and left. Aching with need and on the verge of tears, she bit her lip and waited for him to leave before breaking down. When she'd finished having her cry, she looked up with red eyes. Spotting the candle Mike and Roger had used earlier to diddle her with, she hobbled quickly across the room and tore the instrument from its holder.
Flopping down on the bed and hiking her hem up again, she spread her legs and felt the cool, smooth wax as it slid up her flooded box. Placing her index finger on her clit, she began to rub furiously as she fucked the wax in and out of her cunt hole with the other hand. Then her mother opened the door to say good night.
CHAPTER SIX
Martha had a terrific crush on Roger, even though she couldn't stand his sister, Terry. If it hadn't been for that fondness for the junior football hero, she'd have attacked the girl for her open and vicious campaign for freshman president. But she knew if she did, she'd lose whatever chance she'd ever have of getting the boy. So she kept her pen hand still, and it paid off. She'd not only had a date with him, she'd been fucked gloriously and gotten another date for tonight. She vowed that if she was going to sell out to the opposition, it was going to be well-worth her while.
Roger picked her up at seven, and they drove directly to the motel where he knew the manager's son. Parking the car in the back, he unlocked the door and ushered her inside.
"Undress me, lover," the bespectacled, freckle-faced girl said as she pushed a gob of her frizzled brown hair impatiently over her shoulder.
Roger unbuttoned her suit jacket and helped her out of it, trying to imagine how he'd let himself be talked into this. Screwing in a parked car, in the dark where he didn't have to look at her was one thing; this was something else again.
Standing behind her, he found the metal pull of her zipper slide and pulled it all the way to the bottom. Taking the tail of her blouse, he gathered it carefully into neat layers as he pulled the sides up. The girl's pale, nearly gray back came into view, then the strong, pure white of her bra band and finally, the garment was over her head. Dropping it on the bed, he knelt, helped her out of her shoes and tugged her slacks down, exposing her skinny legs. Then he pulled her panties down and gasped.
"Like it?" she giggled.
"Sure, but you didn't have to," he said, unable to take his eyes off her freshly shaved pussy.
"You said you liked bald pussies so I thought I'd give you a treat."
"You're really something else," he grinned as he put her discarded clothing on the bed and stood up to help her out of her bra. Maybe fucking her wouldn't be so bad after all.
Roger wasn't concerned with the girl's looks any more. Martha was by far the best lay he knew, and he was sure she'd sell her soul to please him. He planned to take full advantage of that.
When he got her bra off, and she stood facing him for approval, he sighed happily. She had ski-slope tits, slightly overripe, engorged squash and a bald pussy, that of course hid absolutely nothing.
Pleased at the dramatic reaction, Martha turned to undress him. She knew her body wasn't perfect and her face was far from gorgeous. The girl also knew she was often too abrasive and lacked the inner beauty of personality which God was supposed to have given plain girls. She had found she could make up for her other faults with her body, and that was exactly what she was doing now.
"Let's take a shower together before we do anything else," she giggled.
"All right," Roger agreed and, taking her by the hand, playfully tried to beat her to the bathroom.
Five minutes later they emerged, wet and slippery, from the stall. Roger's hard-on was wagging proudly in front of him and Martha's nipples were happily stiff.
"Me first," Roger chuckled.
Martha smiled and, kneeling in front of him, began at his feet and tried to dry him off with her tongue. Of course the water trickled down from above, making her job tougher, but she simply sped up and, taking longer, broader slaps at him with her licker, soon had his calves and thighs trembling with excitement. Working around behind him, she dried each of his hairy asscheeks. Pulling the rugged buns apart, she trailed her tongue up and down the wet, matted hair at the bottom of his crack. Pushing his legs apart, she circled his hair-ringed brownie with her tongue, then wiped his bung thoroughly with tiny flicks before turning him around.
Pushing his stubborn hard-on out of the way, she took his leathery, extended sac and his tender nuts into her mouth and sucked on them for a second. Releasing his balls and giggling happily, she saw his knees jerk once and lock. She gave the same treatment to his cock.
Roger was ready. In fact he was afraid to concentrate on what was going on for fear he'd shoot his wad prematurely. When she had gone over every part of his body with her tongue, from the ears and eyelids down, he did the same thing to her and the two, trembling with need, galloped to the bed.
"Fuck me in the ass," Martha gasped. "Let's save my little twat for dessert."
Roger grinned, rolled her over, gave her butt a playful slap and watched with delight as it jiggled like jelly. Spreading her rather flat buns, he tickled her gray crinkled asshole with the tip of his tongue, lubricating it. Straightening up, he rubbed the clear syrup that was oozing from his cock over the crimson knob and guided it down towards the girl's exposed shitter.
Martha's asshole was extremely tight and his tool bent almost to the angle of pain before her bung opened and admitted his rosy knob.
Martha felt the burning and gasped as the cockhead poked past the tight opening of her ass and into the roomy space of her bowels. She felt the wet stickiness as his prick filled her ass and made her pussy spill more and more of its nectar. The juice dripped from her hole and drained over her cuntlips, pooling between them at her pisshole and clit.
She playfully tightened her asshole like she was trying to keep from letting a big turd and heard him squeal with passion. One of his hands slid under her chest and squeezed a heavy, hanging tit. The other found her wet clitoris and rubbed it as he fucked in and out of her clinging bung.
Roger twisted his hips every third or fourth stroke, driving meows of heat from Martha's throat. Again tonight it only took his ready cock a couple of minutes to shoot his load of cum. Tonight he was fresh and with the aid of her powerful butt muscles and the novelty of corn-holing he was able to keep his hard-on until she burst with glorious passion amongst a cacophonic serenade of wild animal squeals and moaning.
Their passions spent, Roger rolled off the girl and cuddled her in his arms until they caught their breaths. Finally she got up, trotted into the bathroom and returned with a soapy washcloth and a towel.
Martha took her date's limp cock and, surrounding it with the lathered cloth, washed the stench from the relaxed pecker and her stretched bung. She wiped the soap off with a damp end of the towel and dried them with the dry end. Turning, she tossed the used linen towards the bathroom and lay down with her head resting on his thighs.
Roger smiled and stared at the smooth pussy just inches from his face. Not caring particularly whether Roger was tired or not, she rolled over on top of him and locked her thighs around his head. Roger rested his head on the back sides of her thighs and drew his tongue down her still maturing little pussy crack.
He'd felt the strangeness of being able to lick the puffy surface without getting his tongue tangled in hair when he'd dried her. Now he decided to spend some time getting better acquainted with her bald snatch. He drew the tip of his wet licker up and down the top of her crack, tickling and twiddling her sensitive clit. He let his tongue sweep broadly over the exposed cuntlips from the bottom of her gash, which served as a buffer when she had a cock pounding into her hole, to above her pubic bone. Then his tongue slid down and drew tiny circles around her clit. After washing the rosy flesh of her outer labia, he began to nibble playfully on her slender inner flaps.
Martha wasn't idle, either. While he was exploring her crotch and stoking the fires inside her cunt, she was working on his tired cock. She felt his hot taster push into her willing hole and begin to clean the juices from the fertile, dripping walls. Squirming happily on top of him, she shifted and felt his nose press between the cheeks of her ass. Wondering absently whether she'd cleaned all of the acrid-smelling shit away, she decided he'd have enough sense to move his head if it offended him.
Roger found Martha had done a good job of cleaning her asshole, and his nose was assailed only by the musty, warm scent of her drooling pussy. He was enjoying the slow warm-up she was giving him and decided to make her come at least once more before he fucked the living shit out of her.
Martha felt the change in pace and sensed what he was up to. Not the least bit unhappy about the whole thing, she rubbed and scraped her boobs against him, turning them into hanging masses of molten passion. Roger was a good cunt-lapper. He slapped his tongue from side to side, up and down her pussy petals. He covered her entire lower crack with his mouth and, alternately sucking and licking, drove her out of her mind with thrill after thrill.
Unable to stand it any longer, she stiffened, dropped his cock from between her lips and began to drive her crotch back and forth like she was riding a cock. Roger felt the desperation of her assault. He increased the speed of his lapping and held his ground. Keeping the imprisoned cuntlips locked between his teeth, he ran his tongue rapidly over their crests. Every tug on the fleshy flaps in turn caused the clit hood to rub and buffet the tiny passion-bud.
Roger reached behind him, hooked a finger in her trembling asshole and his thumb in her pussy. He twisted them until the girl shuddered, convulsed and after a while relaxed, sweating and panting uncontrollably.
"Jesus," she sobbed, I didn't know anything could feel that great."
Roger chuckled and began to slowly work on her hairless twat again, hoping to build yet another fire there. Martha ignored both his actions and his need for several minutes while she fought to gain full control of herself again. Finally fresh and rested, she grasped the head of the boy's cock and lifted it up from his belly. Tilting her head at an angle, she ran the entire dong into her mouth. It had rested and grown hard now. The pressure was building which would soon have enough force to propel the sperm a record distance inside her horny snatch.
She felt his tongue lapping and tickling her soggy cunt. The first tingles of arousal started as she fought back the urge to choke on the big tool in her throat. Martha felt the boy's hand leave her ass completely and began to stroke and tease the sides of her titty.
Roger sighed in contentment as she raised her chest so he could slip his hands between their bodies and completely cover and weigh her titties. The spongy softness seemed to swell in his hands and the rubbery little nipples stiffened and burned into the center of his palms. He gasped as she pulled her head back and then ran his cock all the way to her throat again. Scraping his knob against her palate the entire way, she tugged at the loose-skinned shaft with her lips.
Martha, her fingers forming a ring at the base of the teenager's cock, lifted his balls with her other hand and began to apply pressure to his perineum while she rolled the precious acorns between her fingers. Her mind was filled with the boy's hairy, hot balls and thick stem throbbing at the base of his crotch and the thrilling, tickling need which was aching and burning in her cunt again.
Roger had forgotten the purpose of his prostitution. It was no longer just a matter of fucking a broad to help his sister. This girl might be homely but, God, was she a good lay! He wasn't sure whether he had her wrapped around his little finger or if she had him wrapped around hers. Maybe it was a mutual thing, but he wasn't concerned about it at that moment-at least not concerned enough to analyze it.
The heat and frustration was building in their locked bodies. The desire and need to be fulfilled was demanding their full attention as it started to peak in their loins. Roger recognized it easily as the heat and blinding waves of pleasure flashed at an increasingly rapid rate. Martha realized it as her entire body seemed to glow and burn with wave after wave of urgent need.
Unable to stand it any longer, Martha raised up and, keeping the boy's cock trapped deep in her throat, twisted around. She released his prick only after she had completed the half-circle and was kneeling between his legs, ready to mount him. Roger let the girl push his legs together and bring hers outside his. Quickly, surely, she scooted up and guided the hot poker to her twat and felt his rod sink gloriously, deep into her hole.
"Backwards, let's fuck backwards!" Roger whispered hoarsely.
Slowly, careful not to let his dick escape, she twisted around until he was looking at her ass. Resting her cheek on his ankles and her tits on his knees, Martha reached back and began to toy with his balls as she pumped her hips slowly up and down.
Roger, his head resting on a pillow, watched in delight as his cock disappeared into her cunt and then reappeared. Reaching down, he spread her buns and helped guide her as he tickled her asshole with his fingers. The girl lost her concentration and he had to stop playing with her brownie so she could keep a rhythm. Lying back, he gasped and sighed happily, watching as the dew drops of girlish cunt syrup, which clung to her smooth, hairless pussylips, caught and stayed, balancing happily in his sparse but springy forest.
Unable to get the friction against her clit she needed, Martha slid her legs out from under her and lay on top of him. At first it was awkward, having to think to propel her hips the opposite way, but she quickly developed a fuck rhythm which increased the rubbing against her clitoris and gave Roger yet another view of their screwing.
Roger got an idea. Developing his own rhythm and timing it to hers, he raised his hand as she slid his cock out and brought it down with a smack on her butt as she stroked down. He heard her gasp and felt his cock hit the bottom of her hole with a sudden jolt. She started to protest but changed her mind as the heat from the slap heated her even more. She slid back again. He raised his hand, noted the red print on her fleshy bun and slammed it down again as she pushed her twat onto the hot shaft.
"Wow-hit the other side!" she gasped as she pulled up.
The rhythm was quickly established-up, down, smack! Up, down, smack! Her ass was on fire, her heat increased a thousandfold from the shock of the pleasure-pain. Her over-juiced cunt was spilling its saliva as if nature had forgotten to turn off the tap.
Each time he slapped her jiggling butt, Martha's pussy grabbed Roger's cock with such force that it made the boy shudder with delight. Within seconds he was flooding her cunt, hosing her twitching hole with his milky slime and driving her to a molten peak. Finally, the last spurts of his prick, as it swelled and pulsed inside her quim, extinguished the glowing passion and she sank back and lay still.
* * *
While Roger's plans were going smoothly, Mike's were not. Normally an easygoing guy who made few demands on his girl friends, except that they put out, he was now getting angry. At first he'd been delighted with the idea of Terry running for office. It would be nice to know he was fucking the president of the freshman class, but the whole thing had gotten out of control.
Terry was becoming too blatantly open in her efforts to outdo the other candidates. Her speeches were too wild, her posters and slogans bordered on violating the student-body policies and she took too many chances.
He hadn't liked the idea of blackmailing Patty. Now, today, he noticed Patty was running around with the leader of the Dragons, which he was sure could only mean trouble. He'd been nervous enough to stop by the metal shop before venturing off campus and picked up a piece of steel rod. He'd cut it down so it fit in his fist before going to his truck. He was pleasantly surprised when he found that his tires hadn't been slashed.
Not only did he feel he was in danger, but he wasn't getting to see as much of his girl as he wanted. She was too busy making posters, paper buttons and fucking the teachers to get away with him for some balling.
Stopping off for a Coke at his favorite drive-in after school, he was approached by a girl he'd seen in his algebra class the year before. He didn't know anything about her except that her name was Mary and she wasn't much of a student. After consenting to buy her a Coke, he politely offered to give her a ride home. Hell, he thought, it might be a good way to line up another girl. The way things were going, he might need one.
Mary grinned happily as she sucked on her straw. She thought Mike was kind of cute, and he sure had a sporty van. If he was as horny as she'd heard, he was going to be easy.
She waited until they'd finished with their drinks and he'd wheeled his big truck into traffic before she started to work on him.
"You in a hurry to go someplace?" she asked. "No, not really," Mike answered, eyeing the jiggling motion of her tits swaying braless under her pullover blouse.
"Why don't we go for a ride?" "Sure," Mike grinned. "Any preferences?" "Not really," she smiled coyly. "Why don't we go to the canyon? I know a nice, secluded spot clear at the end where we can listen to the vibes and watch the creek."
Mike, hypnotized by the girl's boobs and thrilled by the hand she'd placed on his thigh, soon had the maroon vehicle hidden behind some rocks in a slight dip and parked where she'd suggested. Mary got out of the seat and, giggling happily, dove into the back while he shut the engine off.
The spot looked like a good one to remember. It was deserted and quiet, or so it had seemed to
Mike, when he drove in. What he didn't know was that Mary had unlocked the door as soon as she got in the back.
When Mike ducked through the curtains, he grinned with delight. Mary, her long black hair flowing loosely over her naked, golden shoulders was sitting on the edge of his bed, nude to the waist.
"Come here, Mike," she breathed, her dark eyes flashing as she held out her arms.
Mike stepped to her and started to undo his shirt. Mary reached out and began to unfasten his belt and pants. He had his shirt off and his T-shirt over his head as she let his pants fall to his ankles. Suddenly there was the clank of the rear-door latch being opened, the squeak of the hinges and a cold draft of outside air hit his legs.
Mary grabbed his shorts and jerked them down, exposing his half-rigid dick. Mike struggled frantically. Popping his head through the neck of the shirt and freeing one arm, he swooped down to grab for his pants.
Up until then, he'd been unable to see anything. Just as he bent over, a small cool hand grabbed his balls and his face came within point-blank range of an open switchblade.
"Take it easy, buster, or you'll walk away without your balls. Get wise and you'll be able to hang them from your rear-view mirror as a souvenir."
"What do you want? What are you going to do?" Mike gasped, staring at the upturned faces of ten girls.
They didn't answer him. Instead Mary reached into his pants pockets and found his keys. Breaking the chain, she threw them, one at a time, into the center of the flowing creek.
A Mexican girl produced a roll of adhesive tape. Climbing into the back of the van and taking a broomstick from one of the other girls, the one with the tape reached up and took Mike's hand. Mike started to jerk it away when he felt a sharp prick of the knife next to his cock and a warm trickle of blood where it had broken the skin. Mary applied a moderate amount of pressure to his balls and Mike froze, letting the girl bind his wrist to the end of the stick. Seconds later his other wrist was securely fastened to the other end. He found he could move his fingers easily but couldn't get his hands close enough to the ends to work them off the stick.
The girl took a piece of cord and tied it around the stick, close to his side, pulled it around his belly and tied it securely at the other side so his arms couldn't move forward or backward.
It wouldn't have taken any effort on their part to push the helpless boy off the back of the truck and really hurt him, but they didn't. Instead they helped him down and forced him to lie on the wool blanket they'd set out for the purpose.
One of the girls took two tent stakes and drove them into the ground four feet apart while the others worked his pants the rest of the way off. Then they pulled his legs apart and taped them to the stakes.
"Get the camera!" Mary ordered.
While one of the girls moved from side to side snapping pictures, one girl at a time stripped.
The first one took the frightened boy's now limp cock in her hands. Grinning broadly, she began to pull it back and forth, stretching his rod and massaging it in a friendly fashion. Mike's mind wasn't on sex and his cock wouldn't cooperate. All he could see was the girl with the camera and the fear of having his nuts turned to mush.
"We won't hurt you, Mike. We just want to have a little fun. You don't want us to push a pencil in your cock to make it hard, do you?" the girl cooed.
Petrified at the idea and assured of his temporary safety if he cooperated, he forced himself to concentrate on the things the girl was doing to his pecker. It took a supreme effort, but his cock finally began to stiffen. The girl bent over and began to circle the temperamental meat with her tongue. The tenseness of the humiliating and dangerous situation slipped to the back of his mind as her slender tongue thrilled across the crimson head of his cock.
It felt good, so very good that he felt his butt-cheeks squeeze together.
With just enough preparation to get his tool stiff and ready, the girl raised up and guided his rod up her cunt. She rode up and down on his shaft, working it against her clit and massaging her boobs with soft fingers. Another girl knelt facing the one riding him. Pushing her pussy down into his face so he felt the bush of curly fur around her unwashed crack, she reached between his face and her pussy, gripping his cheeks at the lower jaw and forcing his mouth open. Then she filled it with her bulge of cunt mound.
Mike felt the smelly cunt flaps against his tongue and the wiry hair as it scraped his teeth. Realizing the only way he'd get her off was to lick, he began to run his tongue up and down her slit, torturing her soft, fleshy petals passionately. Suddenly and without warning he felt a hairy cunt fill each hand and heard the girls demand to be fingered.
As the afternoon turned into early evening and the sky darkened, Mike turned numb. His raw tongue began to feel like it was three times its normal size. He'd licked so many cunts and assholes, even drinking some of his own cum, that the smell stayed with him. It continued to linger even when there wasn't anyone kneeling over his face. His mouth was filled with pussy hair and some even clung, wedged between his teeth. His lips were raw and his ears hurt. His arms ached and his fingers would barely move enough to stroke the sloppy little pussies that pressed against them.
Somehow he'd been able to maintain a hard-on long enough to let each girl reach a climax. They'd been so interested in helping themselves that there had been no demand for him to shoot his wad each time they fucked him. Actually, he only come a total of three times: once during the first girl's climax, once on the fourth and the last time, just as the eleventh was finishing. But then the girls had decided to see how much cum a boy had and began taking turns sucking him off. He'd climaxed twice more before his tool gave out completely.
It was dark when they undid his bindings and made him look at the pictures they'd taken.
"We're going to drive you back to your girl friend's house and you'd better convince her to deliver those pictures, all of them, the whole album, to Patty tomorrow at noon! They'll be at the old gravel pit and you'd better be sure the pictures get there. You blow it and the boys'll work you over and see to it the pictures we took get around. Get it?"
Mike nodded numbly as the girls helped him to his feet. He found his legs were weak and shaky. They helped him dress, emptied the money from his wallet, took his watch and ring and stripped the stereo out of the van before pushing him into the back seat of a car they'd hidden around the next hill.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Terry's day had been hectic. Mr. Mitchum had called her to the office at noon to tell her there had been a rash of complaints over the way she was conducting her campaign. She had too many posters up, had taken advantage of several small crowds and given quick campaign talks, which was a no-no. She was also suspected of tearing down and disfiguring a few of the other candidates' posters. The teacher had grinned and, holding the complaints over his waste can, demanded a date for that afternoon. Terry had agreed to meet him immediately after school, but made him promise to get her back by dark. Then she'd raced to the gym and postponed her meeting with Miss Wallace until seven p.m.
Her face still ached from where her mother had clobbered her the night before. She'd managed to hide the bruise under make-up, but it hadn't stopped from throbbing and hurting. She still counted herself lucky for not getting caught fucking Roger or the dog. She doubted if she'd still be alive if she had.
The girl met Mr. Mitchum as she'd promised and found that he was really horny. They'd barely gotten out of the school parking lot when he ordered her to take off her panties and put them in her purse. Once she'd done that, he'd slid his hands up between her legs and started probing her twat, trying to find the entrance to her freshly showered, damp little cunt.
His finger found her hole and pushed roughly at the warm, tight flesh, burning it. She shifted uncomfortably, spread her legs a little farther apart, trying to keep her skirt somewhat in place so as not to be embarrassed by a passing truck or bus.
The teacher wasn't concerned about being gentle. He'd never received so many complaints about one candidate in a school election before. He'd made a deal and she could raise enough hell to force him into keeping it. He had to make her want out of the deal and not suspect what he was up to. If he handled it right, he could have a good time while he did it.
He felt the sensitive flesh around the girl's cunt give way and admit his finger. The skin circled his digit as it sank deeper inside her hole, and clung, yielding ground grudgingly but at the same time clinging, not wanting to let it back out without a fight either.
Once his finger was inside her cunt, he curled it back, catching the wall of muscles at the front of the twat barrel and rubbed it hard. The girl stopped squirming in discomfort, and he could feel his finger getting damp and slippery as she oiled it for him with her pussy juice.
Terry sensed that she was losing control of things, and it bothered her. On the surface it appeared she had her power but she was having to pay dearly. She wondered absently if this was what life was all about. Would she always have to prostitute herself in order to control others and, if so, was she actually in control?
Even though Terry resented Mr. Mitchum's attitude, she was anxious to be fucked by him. The timing was perfect. She'd have to see the queer that evening, and it was comforting to know she'd go there still fresh from being fucked. The fear of latent lesbian tendencies was still bothering the hell out of her. She needed a climax while a cock was inside her cunt for reassurance.
Making sure the car door was securely shut and locked, she twisted so she was leaning against it and scooted her hips within easy reach of the lecherous teacher. Mr. Mitchum pulled his middle finger out of her cunt and slipped the slick digit between the deep, closely pressed cheeks of her ass. She felt it slide against her brownie and angle its way inside her bung. It burned uncomfortably and made her want to shit. The discomfort passed as she felt his thumb push between her cunt flaps and slide down, guided by her slick gash into the drooling cunt mouth.
Terry smoothed her half-slip and skirt over his maneuvering hands and laid her sweater over her lap to completely conceal what was being done to her. As his fingers rubbed back and forth and pressed, trying to pinch the thin wall of muscles separating cunt and asshole, she felt her nipples swelling and rubbing hotly against the cups of her bra.
The beach house was secluded, and they had complete privacy once they entered the gates. Mr. Mitchum pulled her sweater off her lap the minute they were off the road and made her hold her slip and skirt up so he could watch his fingers. As soon as he parked, he made her step out of the car and undress. Lining the girl up in front of him, he reached between her bare legs and hooked a finger in her twat.
Terry minced awkwardly up the steps as the man, walking behind, kept his finger buried in her snatch.
"Kneel and crawl the rest of the way," he commanded as they stepped inside.
Terry felt his hand slip away from her sucking box. She dropped reluctantly to her knees. Her ass, pussy, muff, were all exposed as she began to move on all fours towards the couch in the living room. Mr. Mitchum moved to one side so he could watch her full boobs sway beneath her.
Reaching the couch, she got up and rubbed her knees.
"I've got to go to the bathroom," she said matter-of-factly.
"Fine, I haven't watched a woman pee in a long time," he grinned and took her by the hand.
Terry turned a fiery red and lowered her eyes. "Please," she begged.
"No dice. I'm going out on a limb for you, girl, and you're paying me back by doing what I want, when I want. Don't forget it!" he growled, dragging her to the bathroom.
Entering the room, glad she only had to take a piss, Terry sat down on the stool.
"I can't see anything that way," he complained.
He made her get up, step onto the seat and then squat, pushing her pussy into full view and resting her back on the water tank. It took a full minute before she could get herself relaxed enough to release the stream of spiraling yellow from her little pisshole. She blushed furiously as the river shot from her and spiraled out from between her cuntlips. Angry at him for watching and at herself for getting into such a humiliating bind, she took a sheet of toilet paper, folded it neatly and dabbed the remaining few drops of piss away before getting off the stool. Flushing the toilet, she followed him from the room.
"I'm going to fuck you while you're standing on your head, girl, so let's do the preliminaries standing up. Maybe next time, when you won't be in such a hurry to get home, we can have a leisurely romp on the bed."
Intrigued by the thought of a novel position and puzzled over her ability to do it, she removed his clothing. When he was nude, the man got down on his knees in front of her and licked her snatch out until her knees became weak and she had to back against the wall to support herself. Comfortably braced, she pulled her fur up and spread her legs as she thrust her hips forward to let his tongue lap at her drooling gash. She was stunned when she realized how closely it paralleled the action of Miss Wallace's tongue. God but it felt good. He scrunched lower and, tilting his head, worked completely underneath her.
His tongue found every part-including the lower third of her butt, her crack, her asshole, her cunt well, the gash she held wide, her flaps, her clit and the upper part of her slit. The pleasure he was causing became indescribable. First, he wet her cunt with his tongue, then he blew her dry with puffs of hot breath, leaving her tingling and panting with desire.
Sucking her exposed clit into his mouth, he beat it with his tongue until he felt her slimy cunt syrup dripping onto his chest. Pulling his face away from her musty box, he glanced down and found her juice dangling in threads between his chest and the entrance of her snatch.
"I'd say you're plenty hot enough, girl," he grinned, breaking the liquid strands and wiping them on the sides of her ass. "Suck my dick now."
Trading positions, the girl knelt in front of him, keeping one hand between her legs where she rubbed her clit slowly to make sure she didn't lose any of her heat. The teacher's stiff cock jutted from beneath his beer belly and smelled strongly of his horny need.
Terry opened her mouth and took the shaft halfway in. His balls bounced against her chin as she worked her tongue around and around the hard whang. When he was about to lose control, he pulled her free and made her work into a headstand, facing the wall away from him.
When she'd managed to get her feet in the air, he helped her wiggle her way back, until her triceps would butt against the wall, helping to keep her from slipping while her forearms held the bulk of her weight. Gripping a knee under either arm, forcing her thighs to remain apart he arched her back and bent her until he could get his cock into position.
Changing his mind at the last minute, he rubbed the slick lubricant dripping from his cum-slit over his crimson knob and her asshole. Then he drove his prick into her bung so he could fiddle with her cunt better.
His view was delightful. At the very bottom he could see the smooth, creamy triangle of her lower jaw and chin as it started to color from the blood rushing to her head. Just above it, framing it from either side were her gorgeous boobs, drawn downward by the gravity and drooping prettily. Her slender belly rippled like a series of small sand dunes, worn nearly smooth by the wind and becoming one slightly larger one just below the navel.
The bulge of her pubis jutted from the flat below the last abdominal muscle and threatened to hide its symmetry from full view.
Mr. Mitchum wasn't particularly interested in all that. It was her cunt mound, lying swollen and ripe between two hairline wrinkles in the flesh at the base of each thigh. Her twat lips, puffed and spread proudly beneath their sparse coats of short hair. The blushing, engorged crinkles of her hairless inner labia twisted and turned exotically in the gully between the forested hills that formed her puffy gash.
Just an inch from where his exploring cock had disappeared in her ass was an open hole reaching up for him. He grinned as he pulled her wet cunt mouth farther apart with his fingers and stared into the blackened depths of her belly. He wished, at the moment, he'd become a gynecologist.
He gripped the fleshy backs of the girl's thighs and pulling her cunt mouth still farther apart with his two thumbs began to push the girl back and forth, sending his ecstatic cock pistoning in and out of her tight butt. There was nothing pleasant about getting fucked in such a position for Terry. She felt the blood draining to her head, she had the unpleasant feeling of being continuously off balance, her muscles were strained and the floor hurt her head. All she could do was pray he'd hurry and blow his wad.
The man wasn't in any hurry. He was out to make her think twice about this bargain and took his time reaming out her asshole, making her suffer as much as possible. He found he enjoyed watching as her muscles knotted and trembled from the strain of her predicament. He moved her back and forth, letting her butt-cheeks massage his exposed prickshaft as it slid in and out of her taut bung. By bending her to the place where he had to really grip to keep her from falling, he found he could make her ass tremble with effort and send millions of tiny pleasure shivers through his cock.
When he couldn't hold back any longer, he jerked the shitty prickshaft free and aiming it, with pressure from his middle finger, let it pour its gooey stream of jizz into the cunt hole he was still holding open with his thumbs. He chuckled as the slime ran off his thumb nails and dripped into her bottomless chasm. She'd taken a piss in front of him, now she was going to have to douche while he watched.
Stepping out from behind her before his trembling legs gave out, he let her gently to the floor and wiped his fingers on her thighs. Terry was nearly in tears. She lay still for several minutes before making the effort to get up. Her teacher thought about making her suck his cock clean of her own shit, but decided that would be going too far.
He followed the embittered girl to the bathroom and watched as she washed the cum from her thighs and cunt mound. Then he washed his cock off and gave the girl his wife's douche kit. When she'd finished hosing her velvet twat, from the same awkward position she'd formerly occupied on the commode, she started to piss and found her stretched asshole wouldn't hold the turd in. Hell, she thought, he's already seen the rest of it, I might as well make it a complete show. Giving up any pretext of modesty, she finished, wiped herself and got off the commode. Flushing it, she walked grimly from the room.
Her teacher dressed as she stood there, unhappily thinking of her own clothes which were still in the car. When he'd finished and checked the house, to be certain they hadn't left evidence of their visit, he followed her to the car. It was four p.m.
The teacher allowed her to put on her clothes, then made her get in, driving her quickly back to her own neighborhood.
It wasn't quite dark out yet when Terry slipped into the house, grabbed the items Miss Wallace had demanded and raced to the corner bus stop. Twenty minutes later, she was knocking on the woman's door.
"Come on in, Terry," the woman smiled as she opened the door and took the things from her.
Terry followed the woman hesitantly inside.
"Go take a good bath and be sure to pamper yourself like I showed you yesterday. I want to look these over," the woman ordered.
The girl, relieved that she could get rid of the evidence she was sure still remained of her earlier appointment, and thankful for a few minutes to relax in the privacy of the warm bathroom, hurried out of the room. Shutting the door, she poured some of the woman's expensive crystals into the bottom of the big tub, adjusted the water and settled down for her bath.
When she'd procrastinated as long as she dared, Terry reluctantly got out of the tub and dried off.
The teenager spent the next five minutes patting and rubbing the powders and creams in all the various places she'd been shown. She finished with small amounts of perfume next to her asshole, pussy, clit, behind her ears, elbows, knees, and sprayed her underarms with deodorant.
Feeling extremely feminine in spite of her agony, she put on the pair of lacy, transparent panties and see-through top that came to just below her tits. Giving her perfumed hair a final brushing, she opened the door and undulated back into the living room.
"Come with me, Terry," Miss Wallace ordered.
Terry followed her meekly to the bedroom. The teacher stripped off her long, fluffy robe and turned to face the girl. Terry stared at her in awe. The woman was dressed in a sheer black, waist-length, see-through peasant jacket, an uplift bra which did all of its work with straps instead of cups and left her tits jutting straight out, high and proud. Her panties were crotchless, with the missing material forming a heart of cunt hair. The woman had completed her effects with a frilly elastic garter belt and black hose.
"Lay down," she instructed.
Terry sat carefully on the side of the ornate, pink-canopied water bed and leaned back. She stared at herself in the overhead mirrors and felt the warm vibrating action of the bed's massage unit go to work on her.
The teacher flipped out the overhead light, and the room was cast in the eerie glow of two flickering red bulbs. Terry stared at the strange reflection that stared back from the mirror above. Her skimpy clothing glowed red and she looked older, harder and sexier than she'd imagined possible. Miss Wallace stood at the side of the bed as Terry told herself it wasn't really her doing this, but the sexpot reflected in the mirror.
Miss Wallace appeared as a seductive she devil in black, outlined by the fires of hell. In the mirror above the bed the round crown of golden hair sparkled and seemed enveloped in flame. As she removed her sheer jacket, the twin mounds of her tits, not as prominent from that angle, jutted softly and glowed, broken only by the bands of black elastic which disappeared behind the tantalizing jugs.
Terry watched as if she were a peeping Tom witnessing rather than participating in the strange and evil rites. The woman reached to the bedside stand and took a vibrator from the drawer. Terry hadn't ever felt one before and, forgetting her shame, she wiggled in anticipation. The older woman pushed the girl's short top up, exposing her lush tits. Bending, she took a small nipple between her lips.
The girl shuddered as the woman nibbled and teased her stiffening pap. She had forgotten about the vibrator and gasped in shocked ecstasy as the woman flipped the button with her thumb. Turning it on, she let it run up and down the outside of the girl's panties, tracing her slit. Terry automatically tensed her butt and raised her cunt mound to accept more of the tingling pleasure.
Miss Wallace chuckled to herself and worked on the rock-hard diamonds tipping the girl's boobs as she ran the vibrator idly over the girl's bloating gash. When she felt the crotch of the panties turn wet and mushy, she stopped working on the tits altogether and helped the trembling girl get her panties off.
Terry spread her legs jerkily and begged the woman to fuck her. The blonde teacher placed a finger on each side of her cuntlips and stretched her gash out and up. With the other one she held the tip of the cock-shaped tool against the sparkling-wet entrance to Terry's dilated cunt hole.
The teenager felt the tip sink about an inch into her snatch and withdraw. She shuddered again and began to purr with the shivering pleasure the plastic prick was giving her. Each time the woman pushed the vibrator in Terry's box, she let it go deeper, until finally it was poking against the very end of the girl's cunt.
Holding the cock in place with one hand and allowing it to move in and out of Terry's cunt an inch or two, the teacher covered the girl's trembling, soft lips with her own. Cupping Terry's tit with her free hand, she pushed her strong, wet tongue deep into the other's mouth and began the final build-up which would totally win the girl to her brand of lovemaking.
The teenager felt the woman's soft hair brushing her cheeks and her hot tongue darting about the inside of her mouth. Her soft, firm boob ached pleasantly as the woman's expert fingers probed, rolled, pinched and caressed all the right spots. Her entire crotch was on fire from the shivering plastic tube which filled her horny twat. Miss Wallace was rubbing the fake dick in and out of her hole, sliding it back and forth across her clit with each stroke. The pleasure was so intense Terry couldn't climax. She just kept climbing higher and higher until she thought she would lose her mind. Then the woman shifted the control of the vibrator to the palm of her hand and slid her middle finger between the cheeks of her ass, pushing it deeply into her shitter.
Terry lost control. She went into a mindless, animalistic fit of ecstasy, screaming, begging, mouthing incoherent profanities while every nerve in her perfumed body seemed to explode. Her mind seemed to short-circuit, showering her with spectacular fireworks of light and sound. She was in heaven and hell, all at the same time. Bound by tons of pressure and yet floating free for eternity before she became aware of her surroundings.
The girl was speechless. She stared at the smiling woman who had guided her to such a spectacular orgasm and tried to speak, but could find nothing to say, nothing to express what she'd felt.
Terry reached feebly for the woman's hand and found it being guided to the hairy muff at the center of her panties. For the first time she didn't feel any guilt as she ran her fingers over the mature snatch and tugged gently on the extended cuntlips.
The teacher sighed happily and lay back, handing Terry the plastic dick. The girl held the rod in her fist and guided it first between the cunt flaps near the older woman's pisshole. The woman gasped as the shivering tool set her clit on fire and made her already swampy hole release a new stream of twat juice.
Terry found it deeply satisfying to watch the woman writhe under her and know she was giving so much pleasure. Sex was taking on a new meaning. It was, at that moment, no longer just a physical experience or a means to an end. It was fulfillment. She found herself being transported out of the jungle where she survived by doing unto others before they could do it to her, and into the blissful world of the ideal.
It didn't matter to her that it was a pussy wrapped around her finger instead of a cock in her hand. It didn't matter that her other hand rested on a soft, pliable tit instead of a firm, hairy chest or that the lips which met hers were soft and tasted of lipstick rather than strong, firm ones scented by aftershave lotion.
Terry lay lightly on top of her gym teacher, guiding the vibrating cock back and forth with an awkwardly placed hand. She rubbed her firm, hard tit-tips against the other soft jugs of the woman beneath her.
Each moan of pleasure that escaped the woman sent a shiver of emotion through the girl on top. Neither opened their eyes to look in the mirror. If they had, they would have been treated with a unique view. Miss Wallace had her legs spread wide, the soles of her feet capping the long gracefully tapered columns which disappeared beneath the quivering round bowls of Terry's firm young ass. The slender back of the teenager's body was glossy with sweat, and rippling soft muscles made the flickering dim light play a game of hide and seek with the dark shadows.
Miss Wallace was orgasming beneath Terry. Her fingers clawed and dug into the delicate lace of her bedspread. She wanted desperately to rake the back of the little one who was bringing her such a wild gift of release but didn't dare. The angry marks would raise questions which could only lead back to her.
Gasping and squealing, the woman soared, floated and came softly back to earth, satisfied and delighted that her student was such a quick learner. The mirror above, even though the teacher wasn't aware of it, had also recorded the less active but spiritual climax of her sex partner. A climax which would go deeper and scar more permanently than if she'd have cut herself with a rusty knife.
The two females spent another hour tossing and turning, eating, feeling and sucking on each other's soft cunts, each trying to outdo the other in stimulating, pleasing and satisfying the other.
* * *
About the time Terry was first being fucked by the vibrator, Mike arrived at her house, discovered she wasn't home, and limped painfully away. He was sick. He hurt all over, and his cock felt as if it had been milked dry with an electric milking machine. Slowly, with a painful, bowlegged limp, he struggled tiredly down the sidewalk towards his home, six blocks away.
Entering through the back door to keep from facing his parents, he managed to choke out a hello and staggered to the bathroom. After he'd washed and massaged salve into his weary body, he dressed, found the extra key to the van and called around until he found a friend who could drive him out to where it had been left.
The two boys found the truck without any difficulty. Mike refused to answer any questions other than to say he'd had a run-in with some punks who'd mugged him. Ignoring the other's advise to go to the police, he thanked him and, starting the van up, followed him back to town. He drove past Terry's house and noticed the lights still weren't on in the bedroom. He didn't check close enough to see the shadowy figure hidden in the shrubbery next to the girl's front door. Planning to pick her up and take her for a ride with the two lettermen the following day, he drove home. He could always get the album from her then.
* * *
Unaware of the events whirling around her, Terry finally got off the bed, went to the bathroom, dressed and had a cup of hot chocolate with her gay partner before bidding her good night.
She didn't like walking alone after dark. She didn't even care for the idea of taking the bus home, but she had no choice.
Terry didn't relish going home to face her mother. She knew the woman wouldn't have forgiven her yet for having been caught jacking off. That, combined with being out late tonight, would, probably see her in a lot of hot water. At the moment, though, with the terrifying reality of being alone, in a hostile night world, where she was fair game to any weirdo-even facing her mother would be a pleasant relief.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan stepped out of the girls' locker room the same afternoon that Terry met Mr. Mitchum, and found herself surrounded by five of the Dragons.
"What d-do you w-want?" she stuttered.
"To talk," one of the boys said as they grabbed her arms and led her to the back of a fifty-seven Chevy.
Susan's knees grew weak and she started to tremble. The uncertainty of what they wanted made her break out in a clammy sweat. She was gray with fear by the time she was pushed into the car and wedged between two of the ruggedly dressed young men.
She tried to control her trembling lips and aching chest enough to ask again but had difficulty getting the words to come out. The boys laughed at her. The car started and pulled into traffic as they took her purse and books away. Stripping her ring, watch, earrings and necklace off, they pocketed them. When they got around to her purse, they emptied it, put her money in their pockets and methodically destroyed all of the identification and trinkets she carried.
One of the boys, not occupied with her belongings, ran his hand under her dress. Susan cringed and tears began to flow down her cheeks. She tried to push his hand away and smooth her skirt, only to be surprised by the elbow which crashed into her side, doubling her up. Occupied in a desperate attempt to clear the hurt away, she was unable to make an effort to stop the hands which were running her zipper down and ripping the catches on her bra free.
She felt the dress being pulled over her shoulders and hands grabbing her knees, jerking her forward and stretching her thighs apart. She tried powering her legs together again, only to feel the sharp, agonizing pain of the elbow slamming into her side, just below her ribs, again.
Sobbing for mercy, she tried to protect herself from further blows. Hands tore her panties to shreds and bared her youthful tits by tangling her arms hopelessly with the loose dress sleeves and bra straps. Seconds later, their brutal fingers were jabbing callously at her cunt and tender boobs.
Now, fully understanding their intentions and completely at their mercy, Susan was no longer gripped by the panicked fear of the unknown. Instead, numbed by the suddenness of the attack and aching from the blows to her tender sides, she somehow found the strength to think.
They had her and she knew it. There was no way to prevent the mass rape she knew was to follow; all she could do was make it as easy on herself as possible. The blows she'd already received demonstrated what would happen if she angered them. Yet she couldn't egg them on, either. Any show on her part might give their warped intentions added momentum, endangering her even further.
The car cruised for almost a half-hour before stopping at a secluded spot in an abandoned gravel pit. The girl slouched the entire time, invisible to the world outside the car as the boys cruelly took advantage of her delicate, exposed cunt.
When the car pulled to a stop, the brake was set and the engine shut off. The boys opened the back door and dragged the frightened girl from the car.
"Strip!" the driver ordered.
Susan raised her tear-streaked face and looked at him hopelessly. She let her nearly ruined dress and bra fall to her feet. Picking them up shakily, she laid them on the car's hood and slid her half-slip off.
The boys roared with laughter as she straightened up and they saw her shredded panties.
"Turn around slowly and model," one of them laughed, admiring their handiwork.
Susan blushed but did as she was told. The light-blue nylon and been ripped from leg band to waist on her left side and then across and down again in front, completely exposing her hairy little muff and dangling like a tail behind her.
After turning for them, she pulled the tattered piece of cloth down and left it lying in the dirt where it fell.
Two of the boys grabbed her and forced her down, on her back, across the hood of the car. Grabbing her ankles, they pulled her legs up to her shoulders. Another boy reached around her legs. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her twat, he viciously pulled her pussy lips apart. Another boy grabbed her by her hair and twisted her head to the side so she had to look past her totally exposed cunt.
It was then she saw the boy with the camera.
"Oh, no . . ." she sobbed as he snapped the picture of her.
"We didn't get any tit in the picture!" one of them said.
They grabbed her again and dragged her back off the car. Standing her up, they forced her to touch her ankles and spread her legs. She felt her hair brush the ground. The weight in the fatty part of her boobs shifted beneath the skin and her nipples took on a flatter shape. The normally rounded underside of her jugs seemed to become partially deflated.
One of the boys stepped up and pressing his knees into her back, reached around and spread both her asscheeks and pussy. She gave in to temptation and tried to turn her face away from the lens. She was rewarded for her indiscretion by the boy stepping on her hair. The brutal jerk made her cry out in pain and the boys laughed again.
One of the more considerate of the hoodlums spread a blanket. At least she thought he was considerate, until she was thrown down on it and found he'd laid it across a jumble of sharp rocks. She rubbed her hip where she'd landed and stared around the ring of boys. She was blinded by the tears which clouded her eyes and ran down her cheeks as boy after boy unzipped his pants and brought his cock into the sunlight. Another car drove up. Out piled ten more boys. Soon there was a total of seventeen naked cocks wagging over her.
The leader reached out and grabbed her by the hair. He jerked her to a kneeling position and brought her squealing in pain to a spot right in front of him.
"Suck my cock-and if you want to keep your teeth, you ain't gonna bite!"
Susan screwed her eyes shut and opened her mouth. The sweaty, salty taste assailed her as the warm pulsing fuck-stick rammed her mouth. A rough hand pulled her hair back and she heard the unmistakable click of the camera before her head was slammed forward. It took all of her concentration to keep from gagging as the boy dragged her head back and forth by the hair. Then the cock was spurting.
She felt the meat throb and rhythmically expand and contract. Her mouth filled with the yeasty-flavored cum. She felt some of it slide, oyster-like, down her throat and a trickle oozed from the corner of her mouth. The boy pulled his cock out just before the final spasm and sent a stream of the milky scum into her face. Susan felt it catch in her eyebrow and fall across her eyelashes and cheek.
Her head was jerked to one side and she heard the camera click again. Then she was being pulled to the next boy. Another cock filled her mouth, another cock emptied its load half into her mouth and half across her face. There was another picture and another cock. By the time she had sucked off all seventeen cocks, one eye was glued shut. Her nose was cut from rubbing zippers, her lips were bruised and swollen and a trickle of blood mingled with the cum which spilled from both corners of her mouth.
Her jaw ached and felt like it was dislocated. She tried to close it and found she couldn't. Her tongue was swollen and bruised. She hurt so bad from the brutal agony of the circle-suck that she didn't notice the bleeding of her raw knees.
The leader pulled the tormented girl in front of him and, grabbing her by the hand, placed it on his cock.
"Time for hand jobs!" he chuckled.
They had taken a picture of the last boy shooting her full in the face with his load and now another picture was snapped of her as she started the torturous trip around the circle jacking them off. Her arm hadn't tired yet when she felt the hot cum spill into her hair and drip across her tits. By the time the second cock had christened her, the muscles in her arm had begun to burn. By using the other hand and trading off after every couple of cocks, she was able to get all the way around the ring. The boys stopped and made her pose for pictures. She was partially blinded by the jism, coated with it from the tits up and her mouth still hung stupidly open.
She felt herself being shoved backwards. The brutal weight of someone crashed down on top of her.
"Jesus-she stinks!" the boy growled.
He climbed off and she felt herself being pulled to her feet. She tried to open her eyes and found she couldn't. She felt herself being pulled across the rocky ground. Her feet started to bleed and burn with sharp pain as she was slammed across the fender of the car. She was jolted by the bruising impact of the chrome headlight rim as it struck her lower stomach. Her mind went fuzzy as her head was slammed into the sun-heated hood.
Her legs were jerked apart. A cock drove viciously up her cunt and brutal hands covered and pulled her boobs.
"Wiggle your ass, baby!" the boy fucking her grunted.
When she didn't respond right away, she felt a stab of pain in the side of her hip. Someone had jabbed her with a pin. She jerked away and was stabbed by another pin on the other side. She wiggled her ass back and forth hopelessly as blood trickled down her sides from the several small puncture wounds they inflicted before she managed to get the action going herself.
She felt the first cock pull out of her bruised twat and the slime ooze down her legs. By the eighth fuck, her snatch felt like it'd been pulverized by a meat tenderizer. The boys started making wisecracks about how stretched and loose her cunt was. They forced her to wiggle and jerk harder to compensate for it as they fucked her. Her calves and thighs were on fire with the strain. Each time the physical mechanism was triggered by the friction of their pounding meat that might have made her have an orgasm, the boys would sense it. They'd laughingly holler that she was about to get her cookies off. Jerking her upright and away from the car, someone would grab her sodden muff and give it a jerk. Someone else would slam a fist into her stomach and they'd push her down and finish taking their turns fucking her.
They had sadistically arranged the rape so she'd have the cocks in her mouth when they'd have the most cum and in the rest of her when they were tired and would take the longest to finish.
The last boy finished screwing her raw cunt and made room for the leader, who spread the cheeks of her ass apart and, without lubricant of any kind, literally rammed his prick into her bowels. Susan screamed in pain and felt her knees give out. She hung across the car as one after the other fucked her torn asshole, still snapping pictures as they went.
When the last one finished screwing her burning shitter, she was dropped to her knees in the gravel. Her head was throbbing, her chest, lungs and tits ached, and her pelvic region felt like half-fried hamburger. She lay in a heap, trembling weakly with exhaustion and the strain of her terrible ordeal.
The boys didn't give her a chance to relax or entertain the idea that the gang-bang was finished.
"Go get Mr. Ellington," someone said, and the others laughed.
Susan didn't have time to think about who Mr. Ellington might be. One of them grabbed her by her slimy, cum-caked hair, pulled her up and stuffed his stinking, shit-greased cock into her swollen, slack mouth. Her nose, not quite plugged by the layers of cum, picked up the odor and, as damaged as her tongue was, it could still taste the foul shit. Each boy, too tired to try for a climax, nevertheless washed his pecker off in her mouth. The last one finished and backed off so they could get pictures of her as she vomited.
Susan panicked. She couldn't stop her stomach once it started. She was quickly reduced to rolling in the gravel clutching her middle, racked with dry heaves. One of the boys took a glass of water and, grabbing her, forced some into her mouth. She felt it burn the lining of her stomach, bubbling crazily for a couple of seconds. It came up and ran out her nose and mouth. But it did manage to settle her stomach and she lay on the ground in utter agony, drenched in sweat, covered with every imaginable filth.
"Mr. Ellington's here!" one of them cried in delight.
"Get set up and wash enough of the jism out of her eyes so she can see Mr. Ellington!" the leader crowed enthusiastically.
She vaguely heard the rumble of the cars being moved. Then someone was rubbing something wet across her right eye. She was pulled to her feet and, since her legs couldn't function, she was dragged between the two cars which had been moved and parked with their trunks facing each other. The trunk lids had been raised and a board balanced between them. It was the stallion which stood over the board, his monstrous cock resting lightly on the wood, that made her faint.
She woke up sputtering and choking. Someone had soaked her bra in ammonia and held it under her nose. She stared stupidly at the horse's powerful stomach which grazed her burning tits. Turning her head sideways, she saw one of the gang scoop a handful of Vaseline from a jar and felt the sticky grease being packed into and around her raw, swollen hole. Then the jar was handed to someone else who started to grease the monstrous horse-cock. The boys used her dress to wipe their hands when they were done and threw it in the dirt.
"Ready?" someone asked.
"Yeah-do it!" the leader called and snapped the first of several shots of her under the horse.
Susan felt the boys pulling her back by the legs while another one guided the cock against her hole. As stretched as it was, she knew her cunt was still tiny in comparison to the rod they were planning to fill her with.
She felt the blunt cocktip push just above the swell of her butt-cheeks. The boys stretched her legs wider. The horse strained forward and the boys on either side pushed her hips and pulled at her legs.
The huge cock ripped and tore its way into her cunt, causing more pain than real damage as the elastic organs gave way and accepted the stiff fence post. Susan passed out again.
She was brought around time after time with ammonia and forced to stay conscious through the entire brutal fuck by the horse. It felt as if she'd been forced to straddle a telephone pole and then had it rammed back and forth from her stomach to her cuntlips. When the huge beast came, he hosed the inside of her cunt barrel with his milky cum. It bubbled and hissed, making squishing sounds as it slid back and forth with the gigantic dong. Finally the horse was satisfied and its cock slid out of her stretched, torn cunt with a resounding splash.
Susan fainted again and they revived her. Taking the splintery board away and leading the horse back, they dumped her unceremoniously in the gravel and formed a circle around her. Taking their cocks, and spitting on her as well, they shot streams of hot piss over her while the leader took more pictures.
Why Susan didn't go insane and how she managed to walk after such an ordeal will probably never be known. But she managed somehow to keep her sanity and get from the car and into her house unaided when they pushed her from the car in her driveway.
* * *
Gordon knew exactly what was going to happen to Mike and the others. He cut out of school early. Racing home, he borrowed his mother's car and hurried back to school to pick Patty up.
The poor kid, he thought. She's been so badly fucked by this whole shitty thing... He was glad it would all be over by the next afternoon. He knew her too well to dwell on the thought that she might drop him when they'd gotten even with Terry and her crew. Both of them knew he'd have helped without her committing herself to him.
He was waiting by the side of his mom's car when Patty finally walked out of school. He grinned broadly and waved as she spotted him. Skipping happily over, she planted a childish kiss on his cheek and melted as he opened the door like a gentleman.
They spent several long and wonderful hours on the beach, walking hand in hand, stopping occasionally to kiss, enjoying the roar of the surf around them.
As the last rays of a spectacular sunset began to vanish and the clouds turned to dark specters on the horizon, they raced, giggling and laughing back across the wet sand. Ignoring the roar of the receding tide and cold salty air, they made then-way to the car.
Gordon reached it first and breathlessly opened the door so Patty could crumple into a gasping, exhausted heap in the seat. Jumping in beside her, he started the engine and turned on the car's heater. She took his hand and placed it lovingly on her soft, slowly quieting boob.
Having a good idea how long it would take the Dragons to finish with Susan and Mike, Gordon took his time on the way home from the beach. It wasn't the first time he'd gone for a drive and played with a girl's tits. But it was the first time with a girl that had class, and it was different. He felt privileged and honored by the trust the girl was placing in him. For some reason, the teenager seemed softer, prettier and smoother than the other girls.
His hand spent nearly an hour inside her blouse, caressing the confined smoothness of her boob and the tender softness around her rigid nipple. As he spotted the off-ramp nearest her home, he let his fingers slide out from beneath the confining bra cup. He slid her strap back onto her shoulder and withdrew his hand from inside her blouse.
"Don't take me home yet, Gordon, please . . ." Patty whispered.
"I really should."
"Make love to me first."
Gordon smiled in the dark and tenderly stroked the girl's soft arm. She was too much of a lady to be forced to fuck in the back seat of the car. She was definitely too much of a lady to screw in the Dragons' club house. There was only one place he knew which would offer them the comfort and privacy she deserved-the nurse's office at the high school.
He and his gang had cased the school when they were roaming around looking for something to do. It was almost nine p.m., and the janitors would have gone home at eight.
Parking the car on the street a block away, he helped Patty out of the car and, taking her hand, strolled leisurely in the direction of the campus. The thrill of adventure was starting to boil in him. He'd never tried balling in the school before. If they were careful, the risks wouldn't be any greater than screwing in the back seat of the car. The whole idea turned him on.
Patty sensed that he was taking her to the school, and the idea frightened her a little. Relying on the way he'd always watched over her in the past, she contained the nervous tension and didn't question his judgment.
She stayed meekly by his side as he led her across the darkened school grounds. Gordon, an experienced prowler, kept close to the buildings where they'd be invisible in the black shadows. It wasn't long before they reached the building housing the nurse's office, and Gordon used his switchblade to jimmy the lock.
The door opened easily under the expert guidance of the boy's practiced hand. He took Patty by the wrist and led her carefully through the dark room and up the stairs to the hall above. The thrill of their clandestine romance in an unusual and potentially dangerous place made Patty's pussy wet with anticipation. The school was quiet. She found herself listening to her own heartbeat and Gordon's heavy breathing by the time they'd broken into the nurse's office.
The boy swooped her up like a new bridegroom and carried her through the door. She giggled and gasped as the sound echoed eerily through the deserted halls.
"Wish we could turn on some lights," Gordon whispered, "but we can't."
"What if someone comes?" Patty asked, afraid someone had heard her a few seconds before.
"Don't worry, everyone's out of here by eight. No one will know we're here as long as we don't turn on the lights," he said as he drew her closer to him and began to slowly unbutton her cotton blouse.
When the last button was open, he slid his hands lovingly up her satin-smooth sides, across the tight-fitting cotton of her bra and over the balls of her shoulders. Pushing the light blouse off her shoulders, he reached behind her and helped her get if off. Laying it across the nurse's desk, he drew her back to him.
Patty felt the bulging rise of his cock in the front of his pants. Her hips pressed into his and she sighed happily at the furry warmth of his lightly haired belly warming and protecting hers from the cool of the room.
Gordon felt her cloth-covered tits mash against his chest and inhaled the lovely, light fragrance of her perfumed hair as she rested her head on his wide shoulder. Her slim back felt wonderful as he traced her spine and soft hips before turning his attention to her bra.
Patty thrilled to his protective bear hug, mentally thinking she ought to thank Terry for making all this possible. The boy's fingers fumbled with the catches on her bra for a few minutes before managing to get them unfastened.
The sides finally came free and swung open. Gordon slipped the straps from her shoulders and stepped back. Patty felt the cups slip away from her proud tits, rubbing and catching on her excited nipples before coming completely free. She let the garment fall from all but her left hand and tossed it on top of her blouse.
She melted into his arms again and pressed her free, hungry tits against his hairy chest. Gordon felt the diamond-hard tips burn into him and the cushioning softness of her wonderful tits flattening against him. Her slender arms circled his waist and she raised her mouth to his as his hands began to roam over the heavy material of her hip-huggers.
Gordon moved his hips back far enough that he could get his fingers into the top of her pants. Popping the round, metal snap open, he pulled the flaps back and ran the zipper down.
Sliding his hands between the heavy pants and her light panties, he pulled her hips back against his and, kneading her luscious rounded butt, forced her pants to work slowly down. When they'd fallen from her hips and hung tightly below her crotch, he found the outside of her elastic leg bands. In an effort to caress the satin-like flesh beneath the panties without rushing the slow, tantalizing removal of one item of clothing at a time, he drew the elastic into the deep crack of her ass.
Patty felt the intrusion of the elastic and found the pressure warming. The boy's hands caressed and excited her butt-cheeks and finally pushed the hip-huggers free of the heaviest part of her thighs. She felt them catch on her knees. Without pulling free or disengaging from their long sweet kiss, she worked her legs back and forth against each other until the pants fell around her ankles and she could work them the rest of the way off.
She clumsily undid the buttons on his jeans and tugged at them until she could feel them fall away, and his cock lay tethered, like a tightly wound spring, ready to leap stiffly to attention as quick as it was released. She ignored his falling pants and let her hips melt to his again so she could feel and enjoy the sensation of his meat pressing into her . cunt mound.
Their tongues meshed and dueled, darting, probing and exploring the tantalizing acid-flavored heat of each other's mouths. Gordon thrilled at the delicate smoothness of her tiny teeth, and she memorized the magnificent size of his licker. They felt each other's blood boiling and the boy decided that it was time to remove her panties and completely expose her pussy. Patty felt him catch her waistband in his fingers and did the same to the wide elastic of his briefs. Together their last garments slid from their bodies.
When they met again, they were both naked. The girl thrilled as the head of his scalding rod met her stomach and slid upward, leaving a wet trail across her tummy. They clung happily to each other for a long time before Gordon pushed her back onto the cot.
Both their eyes had adjusted to the shadowy blackness, and they studied each other happily, admiring the barely visible attributes of each other.
Patty, unaccustomed to wandering in deserted buildings, noted every squeak and sigh of the school. Far from making her lose interest in their lovemaking, it served to enhance it, adding to the spirit of adventure and the danger of their getting caught screwing.
The cool, clean sheet felt good beneath them as did the canvas cot itself. Gordon grinned in the darkness as the spotlight from a patrol car flashed across the windows.
"What was that?" Patty gasped.
"Nothing to worry about. The light didn't stop. We aren't in any trouble unless it stays in one place."
The girl shivered nervously, trying not to let her pounding heart betray her. She sank back as the boy's hands found and covered her tit and crotch at the same time. It felt delicious to have a warm hand covering her like that. Then his fingers began to move. One lightly scratched the fur on her plush cuntlips and the other stroked the sensitive outside curve of one boob and then the other.
Her nipple sprang erect and her snatch started dribbling with warm juice. Timidly, having never done it before, Patty let her hand sneak out and find his stiff prick.
The curious hand noted the bulging veins which seemed gnarled and knotted under her fingers. The thin layer of silky, flexible skin encasing the shaft of the rod thrilled her fingers. She was surprised to find a few hairs actually growing along the underside of his meat and couldn't suppress her delighted giggle when a light caress of her fingernail made the cock come alive and dance for her.
She ran her finger over the cushion on the end of the rigid dong and, accepting the sticky wetness, began to lightly massage it into the strangely contoured surface of his knob. Her own thighs parted to the boy's touch and thrilled as he lightly pinched the tender flesh of her lower bottom and upper thighs.
The feeling that caroused through her as his fingers pushed into her cunt hole were indescribable. The friction warmed her. Their corkscrewing motion heightened and satisfied her longing at the same time. Gordon lowered his mouth to hers, their mouths opened and tongues meshed. Never had anything felt so good, so completely right or made him feel so masculine. Tomorrow, he'd resign the leadership of the Dragons and go straight.
Patty meowed as their hot tongues dueled. She also felt wonderful. There was absolutely nothing in this world which could compare with the delight of the boy's sure hands and his hot tongue exploring and exciting her body. She'd never become a stewardess now. She didn't want to. It would have meant she'd have to stay single. She started entertaining the thought of modeling.
The heat and demanding urgency grew in their bodies and they rolled together, becoming one without thinking about it. The boy slid his cock slowly in and out of her cunt, building and increasing the speed of their fucking as the girl's fresh, barely initiated cunt sucked and clung tightly to his throbbing cock.
The spotlight from a cruising prowl car lit the room again for a second as it made its rounds, but the kids were blissfully unaware of it. They were lost in a world of their own. Unlike other times, without love, they were floating and soaring together, their bodies connected and vibrating with only the deep desire of fulfilling one another.
Gordon came first as the delightful heat sparked his prick, sending wave after wave of searing pleasure through it. He rammed his tool back and forth in her slimy twat, delighting in the thrill of their screw until he could no longer maintain control. Patty was sobbing and panting beneath him, her hungry snatch on fire with need and grabbing his cock desperately with each stroke.
The boy pulled it out with a whimper and hammered his sloppy tool frantically in his fist until the blush deepened and his dick began pulsing in his hand. Patty felt the hot cream strike her belly-button and run inside. Then another stream of jizz, larger than the first, shot across her belly and another and another. She was sobbing insanely and begging him to put his cock back in her cunt where it belonged and fuck her to the release she craved.
Gordon wiped the last drops of his load away and slid his meat back into her aching snatch. Patricia moaned and sighed with relief as she felt her soft, starving cunt walls being pushed back and her steaming hole plugged to capacity again.
"Yes, darling! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted as the heat of her throbbing need rose to a crescendo, filling her inexperienced young body to overflowing with love and total fulfillment.
Gordon waited until the last shivering thrill had shot through her cunt and she'd relaxed before he stopped humping and let his prickshaft escape her satisfied twat. Reaching down, he caught the corner of the sheet and carefully wiped his deposit of sperm from their bellies.
"We have to stop at the cafeteria and get a Coke to wash you out with," he whispered as he pulled his pants on.
"What about the mess here?" the girl asked, hooking her bra.
"Leave it. It ought to give the nurse a real charge!"
Patty giggled and pulled her panties up.
When they'd finished dressing, Gordon led the way to the cafeteria. Finding a Coke bottle without any difficulty, he opened it and gave it to his girl. He gallantly stood with his back to her as she pulled her pants and panties around her knees, lay back on one of the tables and pressed the neck of the cold bottle into her satisfied pussy.
After cleaning up the mess they'd made in the cafeteria and putting the bottle away, Gordon led the way back to the basement and outside.
* * *
Across town, Roger and Martha dressed happily, exhausted and satiated by their evening of fuck-filled ecstasy. Dropping the girl off at her place, he drove quickly into his own driveway and hurried inside. Roger had never seen his mother so angry. He took a look at the wide belt she was slapping against her leg as she told him about Mike dropping by, looking for his sister. He knew about her catching Terry fucking herself with the candle the night before and figured she must have told her mother she'd be out with Mike tonight. He excused himself, telling her he'd just come in to get a coat. Running to his room, he got a windbreaker and took off again.
Moving his car down the block, Roger snuck back to the house and hid in the shrubbery. He didn't give a damn if his sister got a good beating, but he was deathly afraid she'd involve him, too. If his parents ever found out he'd been fucking her, his dad would probably put him in the hospital. Crouching in the dark bushes, he saw Mike cruise by without stopping. Then, a half-hour later, he spotted his sister hurrying down the sidewalk.
Racing out to meet her, he grabbed her roughly by the arm and hustled her to his car. Together they concocted a story that, with Mike's help, would convince their mother. Roger started the car and drove to Mike's.
CHAPTER NINE
George had forgotten his notebook at Susan's house. Upset because she'd stood him up sifter school, worried because she'd promised to wait for him just an hour before and then hadn't, he'd gone home. He spent the afternoon impatiently calling her house without getting an answer. Giving up the phone when he didn't get an answer, he decided to walk over there at dusk.
When he got to her house, George noticed the front door was ajar. Poking his head inside, he called out anxiously. There wasn't any answer, but he could hear the sound of Susan crying somewhere inside. His unhappiness forgotten and replaced with a clutching concern, he stepped inside. Closing the door, he raced through the house.
Susan was in the bathtub. Her clothes, reduced to filthy rags, lay beside it on the floor. The first thing that caught his attention was the grimy water. It was black with dirt and oily on top with snakes of white stuff floating through it. Her back was to him and appeared to be raw and filled with splinters. She was sobbing and trying to get the crusted filth off her face.
"What happened?" the boy choked, taking the washcloth away from her and tenderly helping her.
At first Susan didn't recognize him and cringed away; then her mind functioned enough to allow recognition and she went all to pieces.
Fortunately, Susan's parents had met downtown for dinner and a movie, because it took three hours to get the girl cleaned up and calmed down. Covered with antiseptic cream, Band-Aids, wearing a Kotex and holding her stomach, she was able to walk by leaning on George. He learned the whole story and loved her enough that he felt sure of her love now, even if it hadn't been there at first. They tried to reach Terry by phone, only to get a curt reply that she wasn't home and a phone rudely hung up in her ear. They tried Mike's and reached him the second time around. He promised to come right over.
"They got you, too?" Mike groaned as Susan reached the car.
Susan nodded and bit her lip to keep from crying.
"Terry isn't home. I called just before I came over. Maybe we should stop by my place for a second and then wait in front of her pad."
The couple agreed and the three soon found themselves nearing their destination. As they pulled up in front, a set of headlights blinked on behind them and Roger pulled up. When everyone was in the back of Mike's van, Terry was confronted by her two brutalized lieutenants.
"You've got to give me the book!" Susan cried. "I have to give it to Patricia!"
Terry paled and shook her head. "I can't," she whispered.
"What do you mean you can't?" Mike growled. "I don't have it!"
"Then who in the hell does?" her brother exploded, visibly shaken by what had happened to the others.
"Miss Wallace," Terry murmured, lowering her eyes and studying her hands as she twisted them in her lap.
"Miss Wallace!" Mike screamed. "What in the hell is she doing with it?"
"Uh . .. uh .. . she spotted Susan and me when we made Patty go with us. She found out about it and made me give it to her for safekeeping."
"Is she going to turn us in?" Susan asked dully.
"No-I don't think so. I spent this evening over there promising to run a clean campaign so no one else would get hurt."
"Terry," Mike said in a subdued voice, trying hard to control his anger and fear. "You'd better go see that woman right now! I'll drive you. You'd better get that album back intact and give it to Susan immediately."
"What am I going to tell her?" Terry whined.
"I don't give a shit! Look, sweetheart, they worked me over easy. If that book isn't back to Patty at the time they specify, the boys'll put me in the hospital or worse. Look what they did to Susan-she's lucky she's still alive. You're the only one they didn't get to so far. My guess is they're trying to find you right now. I'd tell that teacher that we'll tell the Dragons she has it and let them go after her."
Mike climbed back into the front of the van, making Terry stay hidden with the rest of his passengers in case the Dragons were watching for the van. He got the instructions from Terry on how to get there and arrived just before ten.
Terry walked nervously to the door, and spent a traumatic fifteen minutes with the irate teacher before she was grudgingly given the album.
Susan gave a sigh of relief as Terry returned and handed her the book.
"Terry-I want you to know I'm not mad at you. I'm really not..." Susan said, trying to put her feelings into words. "I . . . I . . . I'm not upset because I got hurt and you haven't. What happened to me was right. I had it coming for what I did to Patty and to George. I ... I think you're sorry, too. I can see it in your eyes, but it's too late now. I... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't hate you. I don't dislike you and I'm not mad at you. But. . . but I'm not going to be your friend any more."
Terry took Susan's declaration soberly. She couldn't blame her-not after what she'd gone through. It had been a really bad idea.
Mike dropped Susan and George off at her house and started towards his so Roger could switch cars. "You still have to go out with Larry and Chuck tomorrow. Like it or not, you can't get out of it," Roger said, and Mike nodded.
"You mean I should go ahead with it after . . . after what happened to you and Susan?" Terry asked Mike.
"It will be the last time-right?"
"As far as I'm concerned," she said gloomily, thinking about her relationship with Miss Wallace, "it won't be necessary to even go through with this one."
"You've had us arrange it, Terry. If you don't go through with it now, you'll not only make us look like fools you'll also piss them off and they'll be out to bad-mouth instead of help."
"Damn it, Roger-I'm not too sure I give a shit about the election."
"You can't make fools out of us," Roger growled. "It's just one more time. Mike will pick you up at ten tomorrow."
Terry rode the rest of the way to Mike's without saying anything. Her entire plan had backfired. People-her friends, had been hurt. She'd lost friends. She'd turned into a whore and a lesbian, and it didn't appear that there was any escape. Her dream had crumbled and yet the aftereffects lingered on.
* * *
Mike honked for Terry at ten. She'd made it home okay and pacified her mother with Mike covering for her. Now, after a restless night she had to face two more guys, two more pricks, two more streams of cum and two more sets of clumsy hands.
Thinking about how wonderful sex had seemed with her female lover, and how perfect, she forced herself to leave the breakfast table and shuffle unhappily out to the van.
"They're in the back," Mike said, rolling his eyes.
Terry nodded unhappily and squeezed past the seats and ducked through the curtains. There were three of them, instead of two, and they were already naked.
"We've decided to see if we can all fuck you at the same time," Larry, the star quarterback, grinned.
Terry shrugged. She thought they were crazy but knew that she'd have to do what they wanted. It would all be over shortly, and then maybe she could go back to Miss Wallace. She hadn't made up her mind whether or not to stay in the race and fight for election or not. Somehow all her hopes seemed shattered.
She slowly undid her backless halter and tossed it aside so the boys could watch her boobs as she pulled her short-shorts and panties off. She acknowledged the swelling and hardening of their cocks as she stripped, but didn't really care. Pulling her tiny white panties off her ankle, she joined them on the bed.
"Suck me first," Larry commanded as the other two began to paw her.
Terry opened her mouth and lowered it over the seven-inch dick. The other boys pushed her over. She lost her balance and fell on her side. One boy pulled her legs apart and began to fumble and prod her delicate cunt roughly. The guest, whom she'd never seen before, caught a handful of tit and began playing with it like it was a football he was getting ready to run with.
They weren't purposely hurting her and she knew it. It was just that they were typical inexperienced kids who had no idea how to handle a girl's body.
The quarterback quickly found himself sporting a hard-on and pulled the girl's head away from his twitching rod. Chuck, the halfback, pulled himself alongside his buddy and pushed the girl's head down on the rigid dick between his legs.
Terry tried remembering the fact that the customer was supposed to always be right. She prayed they'd hurry up and get it over with. It really bothered her that sex was no longer fun. Her tits weren't tingling. Her nipples weren't becoming engorged and hard like they should. Her pussy was wet but it wasn't really drooling. There was no itch way up inside her cunt that ached to be fulfilled.
She wasn't thawing. She knew she was still thinking rationally, instead of emotionally. The groping hands turned her off instead of on. She was selling herself-she was a whore.
The truck came to a jerky stop and the motor shut down. Terry heard Mike get out of the van and knew he'd gone for a walk. She was alone with the three boys, and she felt like crying.
The boys were ready. The quarterback stretched out on his back and motioned for Terry to kneel over him. She swung her legs over his hips and guided his cock into the yielding flesh of her cunt.
Taking a dab of hand lotion he'd brought along for the purpose, the halfback coated his cock and, to Terry's dismay, rubbed some across her crinkled asshole. Straddling the other boy's legs, he pushed Terry down farther, spread the cheeks of her ass and pushed his big prick against her tight, defenseless brownie.
Terry, her cunt already filled with a seven-inch cock, felt the fiery sensation of the boy brutally corking her shitter. The muscle between her cunt and asshole compressed. Chuck shoved his meat into her butt all the way to his balls and, resting on top, massaged her tits for all he was worth. The third boy straddled the quarterback's head and, lifting Terry's face, pushed his drooling dick into her mouth.
To Mike, who was standing outside the van, it looked like a couple of wrestling bears had been turned loose inside. The heavy paneled vehicle rocked and swayed with their action on the lonely, shielded turnout.
Inside, below the posters, and lighted by the sun streaming through the single side porthole, the four kids did their thing. The halfback let go of Terry's tits and the guest took them over. The girl was glossy with sweat. The halfback's face was contorted with ecstasy and his chest flushed with excitement as his stiff prick raced back and forth inside her tight asshole. The quarterback's powerful legs knotted and twitched as he arched from underneath to continue fucking her cunt until he popped his nuts. The boy in front handled the girl's boobs roughly in an attempt to support her head and shoulders as well as getting his share of pleasure from the knockers.
Terry felt as if she were being torn apart from a dozen different angles. Having both holes fucked at once could have been an exciting experience had it been done right, but the boys weren't interested in helping her. All three of them were jabbing her at different times with different rhythms, and all it managed to do for her was completely confuse her body's normal reactions.
The tight perineum between the two cocks was stretched taut. She could feel the cocks as they occasionally fucked in unison, but it was so seldom she couldn't get a charge out of it.
Her tits ached and her neck and lower back felt like they'd break at any second. She wanted to complain but the one boy's cock was lodged so deeply in her mouth that her nose was being tickled by his crotch hair. Several times she had to fight back the impulse to panic and concentrate on breathing.
The halfback's shitty spear was straining and bucking as it jerked in and out of the girl's tight brownie. He'd never fucked a girl in the ass before and had found it delightfully novel once he learned to ignore the powerful odor which drifted up from her abused bung. He hadn't had any pussy in some time, so when the meat heated, it boiled. A fierce jolt of pleasure tightened every muscle from his belly-button to his knees. His chest, shoulders, neck and face strained and he exploded. His hips surged forward, slamming his spurting dick into her ass with such force that he drove her onto the thick cock in her mouth.
While the halfback was filling her bowels with great gobs of fuck juice, Terry was trying to back off the spear which had lodged itself deep in her throat. It was tough to do. The boy coming in her asshole was blocking her way back and the one she was blowing was getting such a big kick out of it that he didn't care if she suffocated on his prick or not.
Chuck finished corn-holing her and pulled away, slapping her on the ass and laughing as she farted. Terry pulled far enough back she could breathe, but her relief was short-lived. Larry grabbed her now free hips and, before the few shining drops of jizz clinging between the cheeks of her ass could begin to run, had started manipulating her body so it was doing the work to make him climax.
She felt her legs slipping out from under her, and suddenly she had all seven inches of his cock wedged inside her twat. Most of the weight of her torso was supported by her aching arms and the other boy's pawing hands. In desperation she struggled to hurry his come so she could get out of the torturous position.
Terry ground her hips up and down and from side to side. Her back arched forward and her muscles felt like they were going to lock or let her spine snap in half. Her arms held her weight desperately so the boy in front wouldn't pull her tits off. She concentrated completely on fucking the quarterback and ignored the rugged hard-on pistoning in her mouth.
The explosion of male cream in her mouth came as a complete surprise and she nearly choked as the foamy jizz mingled with the air she was trying to breathe and almost drowned her. Then the boy let go of her tits and pulled his cock out of her flooded mouth.
Terry's arms gave out and she fell across Larry, mashing her ample boobs into him. He wrapped his arms around the exhausted girl, rolled them over and began fucking her furiously. Terry felt his big prick hammer against the end of her cunt, jerk rapidly back to nearly break free of her gash, then smash back to the end of her cunt again.
Grabbing her ankles and drawing them up past her shoulders, where he could watch, he pushed his cock balls deep into her cunt again and she cried out in pain. Larry didn't pay any attention but gasped and growled as he watched her tits bounce up and down along her chest as his shiny meat fucked in and out of her aching hole.
Just when Terry thought she wouldn't be able to take it another second, the huge cock filled and released its geyser, putting out his fire and ending her agony.
When it was all over and the boys had been dropped off, Terry arranged for Mike to drive her home so she could clean up. She wasn't interested in seeing him but promised to go out around four. That would give her plenty of time to slip over and be comforted by her lesbian friend.
* * *
George, pleased that Susan had broken off her friendship with Terry, and more in love with her now than ever, picked her up at the same time Mike was getting Terry. She was still in a lot of pain and limped, bent over, keeping her legs as close together as she could.
Getting in on the driver's side of the car, he patted her hand, laid the album between them and started off for the gravel pit.
"You should have asked Mike to take me," Susan said nervously.
"Why? You're my girl, not his."
"Yeah-but I don't know what they plan to do up there and I'm liable to get you hurt," Susan choked.
"I don't think so. Patty has to be there to verify all the pictures, and I don't think she'll let them hurt either one of us," he said, directing the car cautiously towards the hill on the other side of town.
* * *
Patty sat quietly with Gordon in his mother's car. Two large envelopes of Polaroid pictures lay unopened on her lap. Gordon had looked them over and suggested that she didn't.
Patty's mind was whirling. The gang had gotten everyone but Terry. Gordon wanted to know if she wanted them to get her or not, and she couldn't make up her mind. She was curious to see if the gang had done a good job or not. She'd know whether or not to ask the boys across the crater to do it after she met with Susan or Mike.
George's car turned into the pit, and Patty watched as it came to a halt and Susan got out, limping slowly and painfully, the album in her hand. Any doubt that she'd suffered enough was erased from Patty's mind as she watched the broken figure struggle to reach her. Tears of pity welled in her eyes and she shuddered at the pain mirrored in the other girl's face. There would be no more attacks.
There was no bravado left in Susan. She made no attempt to be bold. She hurt too bad and wanted nothing more than to get it over with. Patty got out of the car with the envelopes and met the other girl.
"I..." Susan began, "I ... I want to apologize for what I did to you. I've grown up a lot. I felt bad about it even before yesterday. I guess I had it coming," she choked, handing the girl the album.
Patty quickly checked through the book. The memory of her own humiliation at the other's hands filled her mind again, but she'd lost her anger.
"I'm sorry, too, Susan," she said softly and handed her the envelopes. "Truce?"
"Truce," Susan nodded. "I want you to know that Terry's going to play by the rules but I'm not going to see her any more."
"It's a shame you had to suffer for her," Patty sighed.
"Yeah-but it was as much my fault as hers."
Patricia turned and got Gordon's cigarette lighter. Together the girls destroyed the album and envelopes. Making sure they were all charred beyond any possible recognition, the girls got back in their cars and the gravel pit quickly emptied.
* * *
Meanwhile Terry cleaned up and made a hurried trip to the bus stop and across town.
"I ... I have to see you," Terry begged when her teacher grudgingly opened the door.
"All right," Miss Wallace said dryly and let her in.
"Please make love to me!" Terry begged openly as she sat down.
The attractive woman felt her stomach knot. Something was really wrong. This girl was bad trouble. If she let the relationship continue, it would only lead to disaster for herself.
"Go jack off," the woman said, making up her mind.
"Please . . ." the girl sobbed.
"Strip!" the woman ordered.
Terry meekly obeyed. Standing up, she slipped quickly from her clothes, reddening a little when she realized the crotch of her panties was wet from her cunt juice.
"Now jack off!" the woman ordered.
Standing in front of her lover with tears flowing down her cheeks, she spread her fur piece apart with one hand. With the other she began teasing her clit.
Miss Wallace sat smugly back, laced her hands behind her head and crossed her legs mannishly, exposing the white vee of her panties beneath her short skirt. She smirked as the girl humiliated herself as ordered.
Terry rubbed and rubbed her clit and cuntlips, trying to raise a tingling high between her thighs. Nothing happened. She stood in front of the woman for five minutes, diddling her box, struggling for a peak. She managed to get her pussy to slobber and her nipples even pouted for a couple of seconds but she couldn't get her cunt to quake.
Miss Wallace tired of her little game and, grinning, got up and instructed the girl to undress her. Terry, relieved and certain the woman was going to satisfy her quickly, did as she was told. Her hands were shaking so badly she nearly tore the woman's blouse.
When the woman was standing in front of her nude, she was instructed to kneel and eat her cunt. Terry complied. Her neck still ached and felt stiff from the three-way fuck earlier that morning, but she ignored it. Tilting her head upward, she sucked the woman's cunt flaps between her soft lips and began to excite them with the tip of her tongue.
The teacher sighed delightedly. Watching the little cunt finger-fuck had turned her on, and her own pussy was already well-oiled. The thrill of the girl's slender tongue rubbing the sensitive nerves of her cunt, and the fact this had to be the last time, heightened her arousal and made her eager to consummate her climax.
In a desperate effort to please the older woman, Terry released the cuntlips and let her tongue dance and flick around the circumference of her box. Then she slid her slick, warm licker into the cunt hole and lapped her twat syrup away, cleaning it thoroughly before running it back to her clit.
Terry wrapped her arms around the woman's smooth, rounded hips and let her fingers trail up and down, lightly caressing the cleft between the two tightly compressed buns.
Miss Wallace felt the lava flowing inside her snatch and couldn't stop her hands from stroking the young girl's head. Her cunt flowed and melted, electricity charged her body and she lost control. Her hips pounded a regular tattoo against the girl's unprotected face, rubbing her abundance of curly snatch hair roughly against the girl's cheeks and nose.
Terry inhaled the sweat scent of the woman's perfumed crotch and prayed that the gift of pleasure she was giving her lover would be repaid. She thrilled as the body she was tasting shuddered violently and the hips slowed before finally stopping against her.
"Thank you, Terry. Now get your clothes on and get out!"
"B-But-" Terry stammered.
"No! It's over! I can't risk everything to see you. You're trouble, kid-bad trouble! Everything you touch turns to shit, and I can't afford to go down with you!"
"Please ..." Terry sobbed out of frustration and hurt.
"No-this is the only way. I'm going to go take a piss, and when I come out, you'd better be long gone!" the woman growled and, spinning on her heel, left the room.
Terry wiped her eyes on her shorts and hopelessly re-dressed. She was hurt and horny. She felt alone and utterly lost with no one to turn to. Leaving the apartment, she headed for the bus stop. She needed to be loved. Shep hadn't done any good the last time she'd fucked him and she didn't really want a man.
Turning at the last minute, she walked away from the approaching bus and wandered aimlessly down the street. At first she was desperate, but the longer she walked the more her head cleared. She'd made some bad mistakes, but if she could get her sexual problems straightened out, there might still be a chance to see her dream become a reality. Turning towards home, she felt confident that she'd be able to think of something. She'd make her dreams come true and get her head on straight if she had to get fucked by every man on earth!
