A teacher's role in holding society together is a most significant one. The young people look up to her for guidance. In a world where uncertainty is certain, young people need strong leadership more than ever before.
That is what makes it so tragic when a teacher brings his personal frustrations to the classroom, for the students have enough problems of their own, without adding any more.
Yet, human nature being what it is, when a sex-starved, well-endowed young female teacher is preyed upon by her young male charges for sexual favors-trouble can result.
Such was the case with Jill, whose beautiful body had the power to turn her students on in ways she little dreamt. She wanted desperately to stick to the standards her superiors had set for her in the school's administrative offices. And when she'd deserted teaching to become a school counselor, she realized as never before just how vital it was that she adhere to the rules.
However, as she constantly counseled young male students concerning their problems, she quickly discovered "sex frustration" was heading the list. The young men whose hot eyes burned for her body, would use every tactic they could think of, they get what they wanted from her sexually. Soon, she gave-in. From there her life became a sexual merry-go-round. In no time at all, she was the most popular school counselor of all. Her young students were eager to have sex with her, and she was just as eager to supply their fantasies with reality.
As she became the most popular school counselor on the high school campus, suspicion mounted as to why she was cornering the virile, young male students.
These suspicions led to an investigation, and finally what she was doing was discovered, and she was through-all because she'd failed to apply ethics, and self-control to her counseling post at the high school. It was a bitter pill for her to swallow, to be dismissed, and stripped of her credentials. But, it was nevertheless necessary to protect the young people from her lustful needs.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER I
Jill had made her mind up that she was going to do no more teaching. When she went into the principal's office, he was grim.
"I hate to see you quit teaching," he said earnestly. "We need good teachers like you, Jill."
"I'm sorry," she explained, "I can't take it anymore. I'm tired of all the fights, the foul words, and all the other you-know-what that a teacher has to take."
The principal nodded.
"Won't you come back?" he implored one more time.
"No way," Jill insisted, "my mind is made up. I'm going to be a counselor."
"A counselor?" he asked her. "Since when did you decide on that?"
"About a week ago," Jill smiled, "and I already have a place in mind."
"Good luck," he said, "we hate to lose you in the middle of a school year. But if that's the way you want it, that's the way it's got to be."
When Jill began her second semester at Farrell High School, she was pleased with her new office and new position. No longer would she have to face a classroom of fifty students every hour on the hour. This would be simple she thought to herself, as she began her school day. She had a young man named Freddie, who was going to see her about a problem. He wouldn't tell anyone in the administration what it was, but simply said he had to see the school counselor.
"Good morning, Freddie," Jill began. "And what can I do to help you?"
"You're gonna hate me when I finish telling you my problem," Freddie said seriously.
Suddenly, the boy went into a silence, that she could not break. Jill had learned that it was better not to force the issue, and figured she should wait until he wanted to talk. Finally, when he refused to continue she simply told him, "I have someone else who wants to see me in about fifteen minutes, Freddie. If you can tell me what your problem is, we can continue."
Shifting about, Freddie got to his feet.
"I don't want nobody coming in on us," he said nervously, "when I tell you what my problem is."
She agreed for him to lock the door, so he could have privacy to disclose what obviously to him was a momentous problem.
When the handsome broad-shouldered muscular dark-haired young man went back to his chair, he didn't sit down. Instead, Freddie unzipped his fly.
"What are you trying to do?" Jill said, trying to remain calm. She knew the door was locked, and Freddie was apparently eager to expose himself. She had heard about young men who got a charge out of exposing their genitals to a teacher. However, she didn't think she would ever face such a situation on her first day as a school counselor. Nevertheless, it was happening, and she tried to remain calm.
"Freddie, if you're trying to impress me, forget it," she said softly, trying not to let him know how angry she was.
Freddie reached in, and fumbled around with his shorts and finally pulled out his huge male penis.
"So what does it prove?" she said tensely, "that you have poor taste? Doing a thing like this, is forbidden. You know that and so do I."
"It tastes good," Freddie smiled, "try me."
The young boy was stroking his penis now, and reaching down pulled out his balls.
Her eyes bugged out as she saw the size of his balls, and how his penis was lengthening.
"You see," Freddie smiled smugly, "I've got a real big problem. An eight-and-a-half-inch problem!"
Not knowing what to do next, the counselor reached in her drawer for a tissue. Pulling it out, she handed it to him.
"If you must masturbate," she said, "please don't splash your sperm all over my carpet."
Freddie grinned, as the counselor began reading a book in front of him.
"What's happening here is a lot more interesting than anything in the pages of that book," Freddie assured her.
She deliberately paid no attention, as she continued reading. Nevertheless, as she would glance up she could occasionally glimpse his huge penis pumping vigorously. She was afraid that the principal might try to get in the door. If it was locked, she knew there would be problems. For she would have to explain what was happening. She thought perhaps that would send a shock-wave of fear through Freddie if she told him someone might come to the door at any moment.
"It's all right with me, Freddie," she said, "but what if someone comes to the door?"
"I'm not worried," the boy said menacingly, momentarily dropping his hands from his cock.
Walking over to the counselor, he pulled the book away from her and threw it on the floor with a loud clatter.
"Get on your knees," he insisted, "and suck my cock off."
Jill was startled now. She was only five-foot-two, and weighed a little more than a hundred pounds. Freddie, was a sixteen-year-old boy with the muscular force of a football player. Glaring up at him she said, "You make me."
"Sure I will," he said, "that should be easy."
Grabbing her with both hands, he forced her to the floor.
"Grab my prick," he said, "and start licking."
Even though it was the most offensive thing possible, she knew that she had to follow through. It tortured and tormented her, to think that Freddie had her in a position like this. But what could she do? She was overpowered.
Freddie was enjoying himself immensely. For he had forced his huge shaft to the counselor's lips. When she refused to open her mouth, he assisted her.
"Need a little help, honey?" he smiled with a sinister look forming around his lips.
Reaching down to her jaws, he pressed his hands tightly.
"Open up," he nodded as he jabbed forward when her mouth opened mechanically.
His hard hot cock stabbed into her mouth and he demanded, "Wrap your lips around it tight. Don't let any of the sperm splash out."
To her amazement, Jill was enjoying herself. The taste of his sperm which was about to shoot in her mouth, goaded her on.
"Suck it," he panted, "suck, teacher, suck. That's what I want you to do. Suck my cock off!"
Even though it was the last thing, she ever imagined she could do, she was discovering pleasure, with the young boy's pulsating penis in her mouth.
"Eat me," he begged, "eat my prick. That's what I want, baby, eat it."
The hot cock exploded in her mouth. Creamy cum surged down her throat. The counselor could taste him, and the thick sperm tasted good to her.
"Suck it," Freddie panted, "suck my prick. That's it, teacher, stick my cock off!"
When she had finished eating him, she was red-faced and embarrassed. Rising, she realized she would be through at the school if anyone knew.
"What's wrong, Teach?" Freddie asked, as he put his limp prick back in his shorts and zipped up his fly.
"It's all over," she said.
"What are you talking about?" Freddie smiled. "You and me are just beginning. I dig you, Teach. You're lucky. I know how to make any woman happy."
"No, Freddie," Jill said softly, "I'm not lucky. We have done something, that could destroy me and hurt you.
"Why?" he said. "As long as nobody knows about it, we're safe."
"Yes, Freddie," she said, "we're safe until they find out."
"I'm not gonna tell anybody," he insisted, going over to the door and unlocking it.
Before she could say another word to him, Freddie turned away and strode out the door.
As Freddie walked out the door, Jill felt her heart sink. Was it all over?
The next student came in. It was a young girl, who wanted to reveal her problem.
"My problem is real personal," Marianne began.
"They all are," Jill said anxiously. "Tell me what it is."
"I don't know who the father will be," Marianne said, looking at her directly.
"Father of what?" the counselor asked, stunned.
"My child," she exclaimed, "you are the first to know."
"That's nice," Jill said, "I am glad to be of help to you. But I'm sure you know who the father of your child is better than I would."
"But there were four fellows I was having sex with," she said.
"That does make it difficult," Jill said.
Finally, Marianne asked the counselor, "What am I to do?"
"I can't help you that's for sure unless you tell me who you have had sex with."
Marianne got to her feet.
"I'm sorry, I could never do that," she announced abruptly.
She left the room, and the counselor sat there in shock.
Just then the principal came in.
"How goes it?" he smiled.
"Just fine," she assured him, "just fine."
It was painfully obvious to him something was troubling her. And it was equally obvious that she was not about to reveal what bothered her.
Sitting down in the chair that Freddie had sat in only half an hour before, the principal apologized.
"Perhaps I should have told you about some of the problems you face in this school," he apologized.
"It might have helped," she told him frankly.
"We have a real problem with sex and drugs," he commented. "That's why we began the pregnancy class."
"We have a new candidate for the pregnancy class," she announced, "a girl named Marianne Carson. She just told me she was pregnant."
"We don't have room for all those girls in that class," the principal boomed. "We'll have to get another school bond."
"I suppose that you have problems with VD, too," she said, scratching the side of her face.
"How did you guess it?" the principal asked.
"It was easy," Jill said. "Do you mind if I go out for coffee?"
"Coffee is all right," he said, "but don't go out for a drink."
"Do I look like an alcoholic?"
"It isn't that," he explained, "but the school counselor before you became an alcoholic."
"What an inspiration," Jill said, "I wonder what will happen to me. Maybe I will take the drug trip."
"With all the pushers in this school," the principal said sadly, "I imagine it wouldn't be difficult to get a fix."
"I don't know what's going to happen to us," she said, "I really don't. Last week in the papers, I read that fifty percent or more of the kids are on drugs. Now, I find out about all the problems here."
"It's much more than just these kids," he insisted. "I think society is crumbling. It's taken a long time to get to this point, but it's here now. The collapse of everything!"
Jill looked at him, and said sternly, "We won't collapse. We've got to stand for something."
"Right on," the principal enthused. "That's why we need teachers to develop moral fiber. I've been very unfortunate, to find some teachers would get so carried away with what the students were doing, they would get involved. I had to dismiss two teachers last year because they sexually involved sexually with a couple of students. Can you imagine a horrible thing like that?"
Instantly feeling guilt, she shook her head.
"That is difficult to conceive of," she said, "I just wonder what kind of a teacher would stoop to such a thing."
Just then Freddie stuck his head in the door and declared, "I've got to see you."
"I'll buzz off now," the principal said. "I see you have students to take care of."
When Freddie came in, his face was aglow.
"What's up Freddie?"
"I broke up with my girl, Teach," he smiled.
"Is that something to get excited about?" she asked, not understanding why he was so happy.
"Yes," he said, "you don't know what she made me go through for a few fucks. Now that I've got you, I figured I could dump her."
Jill's heart sank. Slumping into her chair, she looked up at him.
"We are going steady, aren't we?" Freddie asked the school counselor.
"I didn't know," she said abruptly. "You came in here, and raped me, remember?"
"That's a lie and you know it," Freddie said as he barged out.
Now Jill was shook up. She knew she needed more than coffee to calm her nerves. As she went out of her door, the principal smiled at her.
"That's what I like to see," he smiled approval, "good communication. When students come back to you, and speak to you as a friend, then you are doing your duty."
"Thanks a lot," she nodded.
CHAPTER 2
The afternoon, proved almost as impossible as the morning. One problem was heaped upon another, but she got the biggest jolt when school was dismissed. Freddie was there to see her again.
"You can't see me so many times in one day," she warned him.
"Give me your phone number," he said, "I want to come over to your place."
"Oh, Freddie," she said, "can't we end it?"
"No way," he told her.
It was obvious she had to do something and quick. She jotted down her number on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"All right, Freddie," she told him, "let's get together. Here's my phone number, I know you are dying to come over and talk to me."
She emphasized the word "talk," and Freddie chuckled.
"Yeah," he grinned, "I'm dying to talk to you."
He said it in his sensuous manner, that somehow did excite her. Try as she would, she couldn't get Freddie out of her mind. She was grateful when he left her office, and she was eager to leave herself. However, at the moment she was signing out the principal was at the front desk.
"Could I see you a moment in my office?" he asked her.
"Certainly," she replied.
Going to his office, she sat down.
"I was wondering," he said, "if you could give us a little talk at the faculty meeting, on the topic of ethics."
"Ethics?" she exclaimed, "What do you mean?"
"As I was telling you this morning," he explained, "I had two teachers last semester who betrayed me. They had sex with students, and I fired them. This semester, I figured the wise thing to do was have a couple of lectures on ethics by fellow teachers. Of course, I could give the talk, but it wouldn't have half the impact that it might have if the school counselor would give it."
"Certainly," she agreed, "I'll be most happy to accommodate your request."
She said it so mechanically, that it surprised him. However, she was thinking in terms of a legal brief. For she was grimly aware, of what a hypocrite she was being.
"Thank you," she said as she left, "I appreciate your asking me. It's an honor."
"It's a trust," he sighed.
As she left his office, she realized she was betraying his trust. However, she felt propelled to do what she must do. She was only too glad to get home, and pour herself a shot of booze. That might help she thought. However, she didn't have long to relax for the phone was ringing.
"Hello," she began as she answered.
"Hi, Teach," a youthful voice began.
"Freddie," she said, "I want to talk to you about today."
"Be right over," he told her.
"No way," she said, "I'm busy."
"Make time for me," he begged, "or maybe you won't be working as a school counselor much longer."
"Are you threatening me?" she demanded angrily.
Freddie didn't reply.
"Where do you live?" he demanded.
Seeing no way out, above or around her situation, she finally gave him her address.
Half an hour later, Freddie was rapping on her door. When she answered, she was stoned.
"I wish you'd drop dead," she told him.
"It's not nice," he smiled smugly, "you shouldn't wish bad to nobody."
"You're causing me a lot of headaches," she said.
"Why don't you just take your clothes off and go in there on the bed?" he insisted.
"All right," she said, "I'll go in there, but it's the last fuck you're ever going to get with me."
Jill was amazed, at the words that poured out of her now. She had always been a sedate, shy type. However, faced with the frustrating circumstances that she was now, as the young boy demanded sex, sex and more sex, she found that she could use words that would make a sailor blush.
Freddie came into the bedroom, and began unbuttoning his shirt as he watched her slip out of her dress. Coming over to her quickly he insisted, "Let me help you out of your bra. I'd like to free those gorgeous boobs."
Freddie's hands unclasped her bra hook. When he got his first glimpse of her beautiful naked bosoms with the large red nipples, his mouth watered to suck on them.
"Go ahead if you want to so much," she said.
It was amazing to her, how she felt completely different when she was naked. Dressed, it seemed impossible to carry on with the student. However, when she was naked and Freddie was bare ass naked, too, she realized she was getting back to animal lust, an instinctive emotion.
"I'll just pull your panties off," Freddie smiled, reaching down and tugging the elastic waistband on her pink panties, as he pulled them off.
Looking at her beautiful ass cheeks, and her fantastic mound, he smiled.
"You're gorgeous," he grinned. I'm gonna give you love like you never knew existed before."
Freddie arranged himself, so his penis was even with the counselor's face, and his lips were over her crotch.
"Jack me off," he suggested. "And, I'll eat your pussy."
His hot tongue whipped around her moist vagina lips, as he stimulated her.
Suddenly, he stabbed his tongue inside of her vagina and began licking her velvety vagina walls.
He decided it would be fun to straddle her, raising his body so his penis was dangling over her face. She played with his ass cheeks with one hand, while she pulled on his hard penis with the other.
"Keep it up," he begged, "I like it. Play with my ass. Pull on my prick."
The teacher got a charge out of watching Freddie's prick enlarge as she pulled on it. It was right over her mouth now. She saw no reason why she shouldn't let her tongue lash out and lightly lick the head of it. As she did so, she tasted a drop of crystal cum. At the same instant, Freddie's teeth were nibbling on her clit. The double sensation, of being sucked while she was sucking, added to her pleasure enormously.
"Keep it up," Freddie told her, "I want you to blow me now."
At this angle, he had good access to her mouth. Plunging his pecker down her mouth, she closed her lips around it lovingly and sucked. She built up a suction in the head of his shaft, while he made his mouth work diligently over her hot juicing mound. The tongue, was bringing her there in multiple orgasms. His teeth nibbling at her clit, brought her all the way around. Freddie's hands grasped her ass cheeks, as he ate her pussy.
At the same time, he felt himself exploding in her mouth.
She gobbled his creamy cum, and the taste of him was exciting to her mouth. When he had finished unloading, she slid off. At the same time, he pulled his mouth off her pussy.
"That's what you call sixty-nine," Freddie smiled. "Do you ever sixty-nine with anyone else?"
Jill shook her head, as she never had made it with anybody this way before. It was startling to her, how she could become so uninhibited with her young student. Yet she knew the reason why, all too well. Sex was a game to Freddie. He was in it, like a competition for an athletic sport. As far as delicate emotions, and all of the sensitivity that should be included in such an act, it was missing and he didn't care.
Freddie proudly got to his feet, with his huge cock still hard, dangling between his legs.
"Got something to drink around here, Teach?" he chuckled, "besides pussy juice."
"Certainly, Freddie," she said, "you can have some orange juice or milk."
"Milk," he said, "the only milk I want is from sucking titties. I want some booze."
"You shouldn't drink," she insisted.
"And why the hell not?" he demanded.
"You're too young," she remonstrated him.
"If I'm old enough to fuck you," he said, "and eat your snatch, I guess I'm old enough to drink your booze."
She had to admit it was true. She didn't like to let him drink hard liquor, but once again she found herself with no alternative.
Pouring herself a bourbon and Seven, she poured one for him, as well. As they sat on the edge of the bed, sipping their drinks, he laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" she asked him.
"I was just thinking how funny it would have been," he chuckled, "if I forgot to lock the door and the principal caught you blowing me."
"That's not funny," she insisted.
"It would be funny," he said. "People don't have a sense of humor any more."
It was obvious to her, that Freddie could not understand how much trouble she would get in if it was ever discovered that they were carrying on. Therefore, she decided she would clue him in.
"What do you think would happen to yourself, if you got caught?' she asked him.
"They'd ship me down to Juvenile," he laughed, "and I'd get me some more fucks down there."
"That would be fine, real fine, Freddie, but what would happen to me?"
"They'd throw your ass in jail," he chuckled.
"It's not funny, Freddie," the teacher told him.
As he looked at her, he was getting hotter for another fuck.
"Know something?" he smiled, "I haven't stuck my cock in your cunt."
"Don't call it a cunt," she complained.
"Now, baby," he soothed her, "I never said said you were a cunt. I just said I wanted to fuck it!"
Going back to the bedroom, she lay on her back. She was curious to know what Freddie's big tool would feel like slipping into her. She wasn't curious for long. For Freddie straddled her and guided himself into her hot mound.
"Fuck it," he begged, "come on, teacher, fuck."
As he jabbed forward, she felt her vagina muscles gripping his penis.
Massaging his cock with her pussy, the best she knew how. Freddie was getting more turned on every minute.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck. Come on, baby, fuck it."
Locking her legs around him, Jill pushed her pelvis back to meet his advancing cock stabs. She let her hands wander up and down his back as he continued pounding into her.
"That's the way I like it," she panted, "fuck me, baby. Give it to me. I want it. Every fucking inch of it."
His hot cock slammed into her with fierce force. She was becoming more excited every second as Freddie continued giving her a wild work-out.
"Fuck," he panted, "yes, baby, give it to me. I want it. Just like that. Now you're doing it. Fuck!"
She brushed her breasts across his chest, as he continued pumping. Her hands, reached down to his buttocks. She massaged and kneaded his ass cheeks, while he went on pumping. She enjoyed the feeling of his ass, as she loved the flexing muscles.
"Fuck me," he begged, "fuck me! Just like that. That's what I want, baby, fuck me!"
It was amazing to her, how much pleasure she could have feeling of his most intimate parts as he went on giving her sex as she had never known it before. Freddie didn't just press his lips against hers, he bit her lower lip so hard it began bleeding slightly. That didn't get her angry, it only stimulated her some more.
"Fuck it," he begged, "come on baby, fuck. That's it, fuck it!"
Freddie was determined, to give her such a fantastic fuck, so that she would beg for it. She was equally eager, to keep him turned on. Gingerly parting his ass cheeks, she slid a finger up his tight hot ass-hole. The feel of her finger massaging his prostate gland stimulated him all the more.
"Fuck me," he begged, "I like that. Oh, yes, teacher, stick your finger way up there."
Their two bodies were sweating now, and he was slapping down hard on her. But she only enjoyed it all the more.
"That's the way I like it," she told him, "now you're fucking, Freddie. Keep it up. Come on, baby, fuck me."
The hot action continued until he climaxed. As he exploded within her, she felt his creamy cum splashing against her vagina walls. At the same instant, his explosion triggered hers. She came in one urgent gush.
"That's the way I like it," he panted, "oh, baby, milk me! Grab me with your pussy muscles and get the juice out of it."
The juice flooded from his cock as he shot some more.
"Oh, sweetheart," she panted, "you don't know how good that feels to me."
"I have a pretty good idea, honey," he said. "From the way you're wiggling I'd say you were having a ball."
Finishing the fuck, Freddie kissed her once more and then slowly pulled his penis out of her pussy.
As he lay there, he put his arm around her and threw one leg over her.
"You're my gal," he smiled.
"You shouldn't say that, Freddie," she said, "there's a big age gap between us."
"How old are you?" he asked curiously.
"I'm twenty-five," Jill admitted.
"That's not so many years," he told her, "I'm sixteen. Just nine years."
"Some people would say it's an awful lot," she said sadly.
"We don't have to worry about what people say anymore, do we?"
"No, Freddie," Jill said, getting lost in his lusty demands, "we're above all that."
"Have you ever been to one of those fuck motels?" he asked the school counselor.
"No, Freddie, I haven't," she answered.
He looked at her, and then he placed his tongue over her nipple and started licking. She stroked his head, as he licked her breast.
"You want to go to one of those motels, Freddie?" she suggested.
"I'd love that," he admitted, "I'd like to see people fucking on the tevee screen while we're fucking. It would be like an orgy."
"Have you ever been to an orgy, Freddie?"
"Couple of times," he admitted.
Freddie was licking all over her body now.
"I once knew a guy who fucked a whore in her armpits," he said.
"Armpits?" Jill said, having never heard of such a thing.
"Sure," Freddie said, "Armpit fucking is really something. Want to try that?"
"I don't know whether I do or not," she admitted.
Freddie was determined to teach Jill everything he knew about sex.
"The object is to raise your armpit up and down while I fuck it," he explained.
"I don't know whether you'd get me to do that or not," Jill smiled.
Freddie took the initiative. Seizing her arm, he raised it up. Then straddling her there, he let his balls bounce on her right breast as he drove his pecker into her armpit.
"Now keep your arm moving up and down," he said, "that's it. Oh, yes, I like it. Oh, baby, keep that up."
It did seem strange, to the school counselor, to be letting her young problem student fuck her armpit. Nevertheless, if this was what turned Freddie on, she determined she would give him the best armpit screw he had ever had.
Hastily letting her arm go back and forth, the armpit closed and opened up like an accordion. At the same time, the young boy's penis pumped into her armpits vigorously.
"Wow!" Freddie panted, "that's fantastic! Oh, ah, yes, yes, I love it."
Jill could tell from the excited way that he was jabbing her, he would be climaxing soon. She didn't like the idea of all of that cum splashing into her armpit and onto the sheet. It was abnormal she thought to herself, to let her student do this.
"Hurry up and get your gun off," she told him flatly.
"Don't be that way about it," he complained. "I don't enjoy being fucked everywhere," she said.
"I haven't fucked anywhere," he smiled, "compared to what I am gonna fuck before I get through with your body, baby."
Freddie frightened her talking like that.
"Fuck it," he said, "faster. like that! Yes, more, yes, yes, keep that up."
She continued making her accordion-like arm movements, hoping that he would get his armpit screw over with as quickly as possible. Suddenly, she felt his balls trembling as his cock exploded.
The hot creamy cum surged into her armpit as Freddie finished fucking her there.
The cum splashed down her armpit and onto the bed just as she feared it would.
"You're cuming all over the sheets," she complained.
"Lick it up," the boy smiled at her.
That was the last thing she intended to do as she got off the bed to go get a towel.
But Freddie was angry. Grabbing the teacher, he shoved her face down in his cum and made her lick it up off the sheet.
"Go ahead," he demanded angrily, "lick my cum. That's it. Lick it off the sheet."
Disgusting as it was to her, she knew she had no alternative. It did taste good, but she didn't care for it being served in this haughty manner.
When she finally turned over and lay there, Freddie's face had a broad smile. He got on top of her, straddling her, letting his buttocks rest gently on her bosoms.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Was I supposed to?" Jill asked the student calmly. "I thought only your enjoyment mattered."
"I'm sorry," Freddie said, "I didn't mean it that way."
She enjoyed the feel of his buttocks resting on her bosoms, and he knew how to gently massage them by sliding up and down.
"Freddie," she said, "you do think a lot of me, don't you?"
"You bet your sweet ass I do," he told her as he bent over and kissed her.
A moment or two later, Freddie got off her and she got off the bed herself.
She went to the bathroom, and decided a cold shower would help revive her. She had been through so much steamed-up sweaty fucking, she felt the need of a shower.
Freddie decided to join her, and they washed each other off and made jokes as they showered.
"You're beautiful," he said, "all over. "I could lick you, and suck you and love you everywhere."
Wrapping their arms around each other, the refreshing shower water continued to spray across their naked bodies.
CHAPTER 3
After her affair with Freddie, Jill felt guilty as all get out to get up and give a talk on ethics. Nevertheless, she made notes and did some research and when the principal presented her, gave as good a talk as she could.
"Faculty," she began, "there is one thing that we should always remember, when dealing with young people. We should remember to set a good example. We have no right to expect them to toe the line, when we don't. It is important, for example, that we do not smoke around the students. If we expect them, to refrain from smoking, teachers' smoking must be confined to the faculty lounge."
She rambled on, for a couple more minutes and then sat down. There was a smattering of applause, as it was evident to everyone that she found it difficult to give her talk on ethics. After the faculty meeting was through, she was about to leave when one of the fellow teachers spoke with her.
"I'm Brad," he smiled, "and you're the new school counselor."
"Yes, Brad," she said, "have you got a problem I can help you with?"
"You bet I have," he said, "how about talking it over with me over drinks?"
"It doesn't sound like a legitimate problem," she said crisply, letting him know that she was on to his game.
"Come on," he insisted, "don't be difficult. You need some relaxation and so do I."
"Are you sure it isn't exercise that you want?" she asked cagily.
"My muscles all need some," he admitted.
Brad had a most appealing way about him, and she felt she did need some friends on the faculty. They went to a bar, not far from where he lived and after a couple of drinks, ordered dinner.
"I didn't say I expected you to get me dinner," she told him.
"That's all right," he told her. "I was just going to go home alone. I'm happy to be able to have dinner with you."
As they talked more together, Brad and she had a delightful opportunity to exchange viewpoints on the school.
"How do you like your job?" he asked her frankly.
"It's not too bad," she said.
"Kids today sure have a lot of problems we didn't have in our day," Brad shook his head.
"Maybe we just swept them under the rug."
Brad laughed. He was pressing his thigh against hers now, and placing his hand over near her leg.
"Would you please remove your hand," she said, allowing a small smile.
"If you insist."
"I insist," she told him.
"I want you to counsel me in the ways of making love," Brad suggested.
"What makes you think I would know how to make love?" she asked.
"Because you're built like a love goddess," he told her.
"Well that's awfully nice of you, Brad. What am I supposed to do now? Engage in a sixty-nine session for that compliment?"
"That's the way I like to hear a girl talk," he said. "Lay it right on the line, baby. It's the only way to do. Yes, I would love to go down on you while you go down on me. Fair enough?"
She laughed, as she ordered another drink.
"You see, baby," he told her, "these drinks have a wonderful way of flexing the morals."
"How did you know I was against it in the first place?" she laughed.
"So I'm out three drinks and one dinner," he chuckled.
"Maybe you are," she said, "maybe I don't need you."
"Got a steady lover?" he asked anxiously.
"I haven't but I could use one," she said.
Brad then told her bluntly, "I expect to go back with my wife next week. I figured I could fill in the gap with some fun. We're both separated now, so it's perfectly legitimate."
"All right," she agreed, "your place or mine?"
"It better be your place," he laughed, "cause I am confined to a dingy hotel room. I don't want to take a woman up to my room because who knows what the desk clerk is reporting back to my wife."
They left the bar, and went to Jill's apartment.
"You've got a nice place here," Brad observed, as he glanced around.
"It'll do on a school counselor's salary," she observed. "You want a drink?"
"I don't think I need another drink," he told her. "I want my joint to go up. If I drink too much I have problems that way."
She began undressing, and it felt good to be with an adult. She was removed from any feeling of guilt or fear, and that was something she couldn't enjoy when she was having sex with a student. Brad's eyes bugged out as he got a look at her beautiful bosoms.
"They look like thirty-sevens, honey," he said, "and now let me pull off those panties."
When he peeled off her panties, he got a wild idea.
"I'd like to shave your pussy," he told her, "and then I want to eat you on the kitchen table."
"You're wild," she said. "Tell me why on earth you must shave my pussy."
"I have a thing about shaved boxes," he said. "Maybe it's because I like to see what I'm eating."
Jill decided that she might as well let Brad have his way.
"Have it your way," she said. "I'll go to the bathroom and get the shaver."
Going to the bathroom, she got the shaver and then she wondered if she was doing the right thing. She glanced in the floor-length mirror, and admired her fur-trimmed triangle. It did seem a pity to shave it off. Coming back she shrugged, "You sure you want to shave my box?"
"Right on, baby," he said. "You're gonna enjoy this."
She wasn't as sure as he was she would enjoy it. Nevertheless, she didn't want to discourage him.
He began shaving her pussy and she felt the tug of the hairs hurting her.
"Easy does it, Brad," she complained, "maybe you should let me do it."
Convincing him that she would do it better than he could, she took the shaver into her own hand and started shaving herself. When it was completed, Brad got to his knees and pulled her pussy lips apart.
"You're beautiful," he told her.
Pressing his lips against her, he kissed her mound passionately. Then rising, he took her in his arms and carried her into the kitchen.
"Sit in the middle of the table," he told her "and spread wide. You've got nothing to hide."
Slipping his hands under her smooth ass cheeks, he brought his mouth even with her pussy.
"What if someone should come in?" she asked nervously.
"I would invite them to join us for lunch," he smiled.
Putting his mouth closer to her crotch, he suddenly let his tongue surge into her vagina. He flipped his tongue over her velvety vagina walls, enjoying it more every moment.
"Keep it up," she begged him. "Yes, baby, that's what I like. Oh, honey, do me."
It was amazing to Jill, what fantastic sensations could be derived from being on the kitchen table, and watching Brad go down on her pussy. Reaching out, she gripped his head, guiding him.
"A little to the left," she begged. "Lash it there. Oh, yes! like that! I love it!"
Brad kept his eyes open, enjoying the view from here. He tickled her vagina, with the tip of his tongue and then feverishly lashed up and down her clit. He was getting her there and she was eager to cum. Nibbling at her clit, she suddenly gushed. Pressing his mouth tightly over her pussy, he managed to suck her juices.
"Oh, wow!" she panted as she felt him licking away at her snatch. Finishing, he withdrew his tongue. "Let's go back to the bedroom," he smiled.
"I'm gonna teach you the fine art of ass-eating."
She grimaced as she heard him say that. She had no idea what that lesson involved. However, once in the bedroom, Brad has his entire strategy laid out.
"First, I want you to rub my back," he told her, "and use some oil on your bosoms, too. Then I want you to brush those gorgeous knockers of yours over my ass cheeks."
She got some oil, and poured some into her hands. Then she massaged the nerve centers up and down his spine. Brad loved the tingling sensation of her fingers pressing him there. Next, she massaged the oil all over his behind. Using some oil for her bosoms, she crushed them down over his firm round ass cheeks. He wiggled, as he felt her breasts pressing him there.
"That's sensational," he told her, "keep that up, baby. Yes, you have no idea how much I like that. Oh, baby, more!"
She added something, that he hadn't counted on. She gently eased a finger up his ass-hole, massaging his prostate gland. His ass was wiggling all over the bed now, and she suggested quietly, "What is it that you want to teach me about ass-eating?"
"Just use your tongue all over my ass," he explained. "Go ahead. Don't be bashful."
While she was using her finger to excite his tight anal channel, she managed to use her lips effectively to press over his ass cheeks. He loved the sensation of her lips pressing on him there.
"Use your tongue, too, honey," he suggested.
Suddenly, arching his ass up she managed to slide her tongue to his tight anal opening.
"Stiffen your tongue, honey," he told Jill. "And stab it right up there and while you're doing that, play with my balls."
She used her fingers effectively to manipulate his testicles. He loved the sensation of her tongue sliding up his ass-hole while her fingers played with his balls. At the same time, Brad pressed down hard on the bed. She could easily tell how much pleasure he was deriving from her action.
"Oh, keep that up, baby," he panted. "Yes. I love that. Keep it up!"
He was determined, to give her just what she wanted. With her tongue lashing gingerly all around his ass, he felt his penis starting to juice.
"Get under me, honey," he told her, "and play with my ass while you suck my cock off."
Jill knew it was time to obey his command. Slipping her tongue from his tight hot twisting ass-hole, she got underneath him. Effectively using her hands, she massaged his ass cheeks, while he brought his cock even with her mouth.
"Open up, baby," he told her, "and give me a good suck!"
She opened her mouth, taking his huge cock in. Wrapping her lips around his penis shaft, she sucked vigorously. At the same time, she spared nothing in using her hands. She was massaging his ass playfully now, and he loved the feel of it.
"Finger-fuck my ass-hole," he suggested.
Gingerly slipping her finger to his tight anal opening, she eased up there and plunged forward. As her finger fucked his ass-hole, her mouth sucked his cock. Brad's balls were riding her chin. He was starting to sweat now as he came closer to a gushing, rushing climax.
"Eat me, baby," he panted, "oh, honey, eat that cock! That's what I want. Eat my prick!"
She was determined to give him a suck that he would never forget. She enjoyed this thick pulsating penis plunging down her throat.
"Oh, wow!" Brad panted. "Eat my dick. Come on, baby, suck the cock. Suck it off. That's what I want. Suck my cock off."
The dick exploded in her mouth, and she got a good load of creamy cum. She enjoyed the taste of his sperm, and was more determined than ever before to have more sex with him.
When she had completed the act of sucking his cock off, she pulled away.
"Thank you, baby," Brad smiled, "that was a wild ride."
"Any time, honey," she said, "that is before you go back to your wife."
CHAPTER 4
At school the next day, she had more students to counsel. And the problems seemed so similar. There was one young man who came to her with a peculiar request.
"I was wondering if you could help me with my girl," he asked her.
"Help you?" the school counselor asked. "How do you mean help?"
She looked at Marvin as he said that, with a strange look on his face.
"It's hard to say this," he said, "but I just got to have some sex. I can't go with Cindy any longer, if she won't give out. You know what I mean?"
Startled that he would be so bold, she nodded but said nothing.
"I bet you think I'm awful to tell you this," he told her. "Don't you?"
"At least you're honest," she said, "no, I don't think you're terrible."
What happened next did surprise the teacher.
"You know," he suddenly smiled, "I'd like to ball you."
"Because Cindy won't give you sex, I'm supposed to give out?"
"Not just her," Marvin admitted. "I've had the hots for you ever since I've seen you. I've never seen a school counselor stacked like you."
This upset her. She got to her feet, and headed for the door. However, the young student beat her to the door. Locking it, he stood there protectively.
"You'd better let me out of here," she warned him.
"You'd better let me fuck you," he said, as he reached down and started to slowly unzip his fly.
Strangely, curiosity seized the school counselor. She recognized it was becoming a compulsion for her to have sex and this bothered her. She wanted to scream out, yet she wanted to see his cock.
"Take a look at it," he smiled proudly, "and get set for a great fuck."
Reaching over to her, he pulled her dress up and pulled her panties down. Then saying nothing more, he grabbed her and stabbed his cock into her vagina. She let out a small howl, as he did so and he clapped his hand over her mouth.
"Do you want to tell everyone at school we're fucking?" he demanded. "Just keep your tail moving, it won't take me long. I'm hot, baby, real hot!"
Indeed he was, she could tell, from the way he jabbed it into her. And she was enjoying it, almost as much as he was.
"Fuck it," he panted, "put some action into it, baby. That's it, honey, grind your hips."
Grinding around, she pleased him all the more. He went on pounding his cock into her and she got so hot for it she began kissing him.
As their lips met, her mouth opened and his tongue slid eagerly into her mouth. At this point, the student was driving his tongue in and out of the counselor's mouth with such precision, it was almost as if he was fucking her there. With a hard final thrust, he exploded. She came seconds later, and he continued stabbing his hard cock into her joy hole.
"What a fuck," Marvin smiled. "We've got to get together again!"
He pulled out of her, and she reached down to pull up her panties.
"I guess that's taking care of your problem," she smiled, going back to the desk.
He shook his head and grinned.
"I want some more action," he told her. "I want to fuck you all over. Just let me know where you live, and I'll be over and ball you."
"I'm afraid that would be impossible," she said, thinking of the other student that she was having sex with already.
"Why?" he asked, "don't tell me anybody can give you a better screw than I can."
"It isn't that," she said quickly.
"What is it then?" Marvin demanded as he zipped up his fly.
"You know we could get into a lot of trouble," she told him.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "Everybody's worried about getting in trouble. My philosophy is, fuck and don't worry."
Before he left the school counselor's office, he wormed her phone number out of her.
"I'll get you later," he said, as he winked, opened up the door and walked away.
She was worried, as she didn't care to get involved.
"Could I see you a moment?" the office secretary asked her a moment later when she stepped into the main office.
"Certainly," she nodded, going over to her desk.
"You are never to have the door locked when you have a student in your office," she warned.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm afraid you do, dear," the principal's secretary insisted. "I tried to get into your office, to hand you the daily bulletin. I found the door locked. I heard strange noises in your office, and I wondered if you were all right."
"Yes, I'm all right," she said evenly.
"I'm glad to know that, dear," she told her. "In the future, please follow that important regulation."
"I'm sure it is," she said, "all the rules around here are very important. I'll try to follow them. I'm sorry." Her voice was heavy with sarcasm.
"Don't get sarcastic with me," the principal's secretary said with a smirk. "I saved your neck, because what was going on in that room wasn't decent"
"Are you suggesting something?" the school counselor demanded.
"I am," she said emphatically, "and I would take care if I were you."
"Don't suggest anything," she spit back. "I simply didn't realize the door was locked."
"A-likely story," the principal's secretary smiled without humor as she walked away.
Realizing that someone was watching her, she suddenly felt as if all the eyes of the school officials were on her. They were looking at her, and shaking their heads in despair and disgust. And she could hear the principal saying, "What a school counselor you are!"
She turned away, and went back to her office. She was grateful, that she had nothing more to worry about. That night, however, she got a jolt. When her phone rang, a young voice answered she knew she'd never heard before.
"Who is that?" she asked.
"I'm one of the students," he said, "and I'd like to see you at your place."
"Would you mind telling me how you got my phone number?"
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I want to come over. My name is Jimmie."
"I'm going to hang up on you," she told him flatly, "if you don't tell me who gave you my number."
"Catch you later," he said and he hung up on her.
Pacing the floor back and forth, Jill tried to calm her nerves. She didn't know what she would do when Jimmie came. About half an hour later, she heard the doorbell. She wasn't laughing when she answered it. However, she did get a surprise when she looked up at a very handsome young man.
"To what do I owe this honor?" she asked sarcastically.
Jimmy grinned at her and said, "We can discuss that in your place."
"I don't know as I should let you in," the school counselor insisted.
Her stunning beauty made Jimmie tingle from head to foot. He could hardly wait to get into her apartment. He knew what wonderful things he could do with her body if he could just get her in her bedroom with her clothes off.
"Let me in," he insisted.
She obliged, by opening the door and letting him come in. As he devoured her with greedy eyes, she sat down on the sofa.
"I can't give you much time," she said, "because I'm expecting someone."
The boy looked at her and said eagerly, "What I have to do won't take much time."
"What are you talking about?" she insisted.
"All I want you to do is take your clothes off and get on the bed and let me ball you," he insisted.
He was so disturbed now he could hardly stand it.
"Look," she told him, "I'm not going to take much more of this. Do you understand?"
Jimmie shook his head in wonder and amazement.
"I want you," he said.
She continued undressing, and once he got a look at her beautiful bosoms, and glanced down to see her mound hidden under her panties, he could hardly stand it.
Going over to her, he pulled her sheer panties down over the gentle swells of her hips to her feet. When the school counselor straightened up again, he marveled at the magnificence of her completely naked young body.
"I can do a lot of things with you," he insisted.
She looked down at him, leering intently. She had a feeling of embarrassment, that he would dare do all of this to her. However, this was what Jimmie wanted more than anything in his life. To have her completely unclothed.
He unfastened her bra, allowing her bosoms to come into view. As he saw them, he became more excited. Bending over, he started licking first at one breast while he massaged the other.
"Stop that, Jimmie," she complained.
Jimmie didn't stop. Instead, he got out of his clothes so quickly, she could hardly believe it. Suddenly, he pulled down his tight-fitting cotton shorts, exposing his huge penis to view.
"Come on, sweetheart," he told her, "we're gonna have a lot of fun."
She went over to the bed, and lay there. She moaned as she felt a new wave of pleasure come over her as Jimmie started sucking on her bosoms and playing with her pussy. She relaxed her inner thighs, to grant him greater access to her and he then felt her reaching for his cock.
"Jerk me," he told her.
With each stroke she could feel Jimmie's maleness coming to greater hardness. She was so stimulated and excited now, she wanted to go down on him.
"Why don't we do a sixty-nine?" Jimmie suggested.
It didn't take her long to arrange her body so she was looking at his balls, his cock and his ass.
"Where should I begin?" she asked innocently.
He looked at her and smiled.
"Just do what you did to Freddie, suck my ass. When Freddie told me about that I knew I had to come over to see you."
Jimmie's voice was husky now as the passionate desires tormented him. Suddenly, the teacher crouched over his behind and let her tongue lash out. As her hot tongue swept over the crevice of his ass, he got more and more stimulated.
"Oh, yes," Jimmie panted, "just like that. Do my ass!"
The teacher spared nothing. She played with his balls, while she ate his ass out. At the same time Jimmie decided the only fair thing to do was to plunge a finger in her pussy and suck on her ass at the same time.
Glancing into the mirror, he could see very easily what an erotic picture they made together. There she was, falling over his ass, plunging her pink tongue up his tight ass-hole. At the same time, she was reaching for his manhood and pumping vigorously. He determined he would give her a finger-fucking, and an ass-fuck she would never forget. His tongue fucked up her ass-hole and she loved it. She was wiggling back and forth on his tongue as if it were a small penis. It pleased Jimmie that he could excite a glamorous woman like the school counselor.
When he could stand it no more, he knew what he had to do. He had to pump his tongue into her pussy. Pulling out of her ass-hole, he licked along her slit and suddenly stabbed into her.
Jill immediately knew she had to suck his cock off and quickly. He was dribbling cum.
Licking to the top of his shaft she suddenly slid her mouth over him and sucked away on his penis while he ate her pussy. Their sweating bodies slapped against each other as they built up their own super sex rhythm. It was interesting for Jill to observe how he could pick up her pace. When she moved her mouth faster up and down the length of his shaft, he used his tongue at the same tempo in her vagina. She was delighted that he was uninhibited as she was. Even though she didn't like his approach, or the fact that Freddie had never mentioned Jimmie to her, she was happy to take Jimmie on, too. Why not spread it around?
The school counselor and the young student were solving Jimmie's sex problems. Solving them in a unique manner.
Suddenly, Jimmie's cock erupted in her mouth. As he gushed, she ate him, holding her lips tight around the shaft so she wouldn't lose one drop of his precious cum. His shooting, triggered hers and she came. Licking the pussy juice, Jimmie gripped her ass tightly and held on.
It was a momentous moment for both of them, as they came together. The passionate pleasure that they had experienced together was so stimulating, Jimmie still had a hard-on.
"I want to fuck your pussy," he told her.
"If you want to, Jimmie," she agreed nervously.
Jimmie straddled her, and she took a quick look at his still erect cock.
"You've sure got a good one," she smiled.
"Guide me in," he grinned.
Flashing him a knowing smile, Jill gripped his erect penis and stroked it a couple of times. Then she pulled it to her pussy and thrust her pelvis forward. As she did so, his penis plunged inside of her and she vigorously gripped it and massaged.
"Fuck me, Jimmie," she begged, "fuck me, baby. I want it. Every inch. That's the way I want it. Oh, Jimmie, give it to me. Fuck it!"
While Jimmie was pounding into her, her hands were gently sliding up and down his back. She was enjoying the feel of the gentle swells of his behind. More than that, she figured she would finger his ass-hole. Carefully slipping her hand between his ass cheeks she let her finger ease over to his tight puckered-up anus. Jimmie winced, as he felt her finger slide up his ass-hole.
"What are you trying to do to me?" he smiled down at the school counselor.
"I want to give you a good fucking," she said.
"If you fuck my ass," he smiled, "I'm gonna fuck yours."
"Well you've only got one cock, Jimmie," she reminded him.
"But it'll get hard again," he told her. "And when I finish giving you a good pussy fuck, I want to slip it to you from behind. Freddie is wild about ass-fucking, and I can't get my girl to let me stick it up there."
"What makes you think I will?" Jill asked him.
"Because, baby," he said, "let's face it, you're oversexed."
"Oversexed?" she laughed as she went on pumping her finger up her young student's ass-hole. "Maybe I am."
She thought about it, as her legs locked over his and she continued pumping her pelvis forward to receive his driving cock stabs.
She gripped his cock tightly in her vagina and squeezed.
"I like snapping pussy," he told her, "you know how to snap it all right."
She realized she was giving Jimmie what he wanted, and she wasn't going to stop now.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," she begged. "Oh, Jimmie, you're there, baby. Oh, I know you're cuming."
Jimmie's jaw hung slack, as his eyes blazed with sexual ecstasy as he rode into her. Suddenly, he plunged in as far as he could go and exploded.
"I'm cuming," he cried excitedly. "Oh, yes, baby, I made it."
She was as excited as he was that he had made it in her. She was eager to give him the sexual excitement he sought so badly.
"Jimmie, baby," she told him, "I enjoyed that. It was a lot of fun."
He knew that she was telling the truth for she was cuming now, too.
The added lubrication made it more pleasure for him to continue stabbing his cock into her.
Slowly he withdrew, and the teacher marveled at the amount of juice on his penis.
"Jimmie," she exclaimed happily, "you've still got a hard-on."
"Yes," he smiled excitedly, "and it's coated with cum. Nice and slick, so I can stab it up your ass-hole. Throw your legs up over my shoulders."
It was easy for her to do anything he asked at this time, as he had gotten her so turned on she was hot for any kind of sex. Throwing her legs up over the young boy's shoulders, she watched him guiding his slippery cock between her ass cheeks.
"This'll hurt for a minute or two," Jimmie admitted. "But you'll love it later."
Saying no more, he thrust away with the slippery cock and got it up her.
"You're splitting me in two, Jimmie," Jill complained.
"Oh, that feels good," he said in a low, erotic voice.
"I guess it does from the way you're screwing," she told him.
It was evident that Jimmie was enjoying this immensely, as he stroked at a quick pace.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck. That's it! Twist your ass. Oh, baby, churn that ass for me. Now you're fucking. That's the way I like it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, do you feel my balls bouncing on your ass?"
She nodded, as she looked up at him. "Give it to me, Jimmie," she cried out enthusiastically. "Give it to me. I want it up my ass. Yes, Jimmie. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
He looked at her, and was delighted to see her reflecting his enthusiasm for ass fucking.
"Some women don't like this," he complained. "But you love it. That's why I like screwing with you. You're not afraid to try everything."
Jimmie's hands reached out, as he massaged her breasts. He loved seeing her face flush as he pinched her nipples and fucked vigorously.
"Give it to me," he begged, "like that. Twist your tail. Now you're doing it. Yes, baby, fuck me."
She was equally ecstatic, and anxious for him to unload his juice. She enjoyed seeing him get this turned on.
"Fuck off," she begged, "fuck it. Give me that juice, baby. I want it. I want it all the way up my ass-hole. Oh, Jimmie, baby, fuck me. Fuck me."
Plunging it into her, with all of his might, he knew that he wouldn't be much longer in making it.
"Sock it to me," she begged him, "that's it, baby, sock it to me!"
All at once she felt him cuming again.
"I'm juicing," he smiled ecstatically. "I'm cuming. Grab it. Milk my cock. That's it. Wrap your pussy around it."
She tightly massaged his cock and she felt herself cuming, too. He slid in her juices and his, and bent over and kissed her.
It gave her a strange feeling, to have a young man like Jimmie kissing her. Pulling her finger from his ass-hole, she clutched his ass cheeks and kneaded and massaged his buttocks while he continued kissing her. Jimmie enjoyed having his ass played with, while he French-kissed her. .
Pulling his tongue out of her mouth, he smiled at her.
"If I was a little older," he said, "or you were a little younger, we might get serious."
"That's true, Jimmie," she said, "we sort of go together."
She brushed her bosoms over his chest, as he gradually moved away.
Pulling out from her, he lay beside her and continued talking to her.
"How come you get hung-up on kids like us?" he asked her bluntly.
"That's a good question, Jimmie," she admitted. "I don't know. Maybe it's because I didn't play around much."
"You've got to be kidding," he said. "I'll bet you were a real swinger in college," he said.
"That's just it, Jimmie," she explained. "I wasn't a real swinger. As a matter-of-fact, I used to be a shy girl who was afraid to get involved sexually."
"That's hard to believe," he said. "I figured you had a lot of sex mileage."
"Sorry to disappoint you, Jimmie," she laughed.
"Oh, you don't disappoint me," he told her, "you've got a fresh clean pussy. It's nice and tight, I'll tell you that. I've fucked some older women, twenty-five and thirty and their cunts were no good anymore."
"How do you mean, Jimmie?"
"It's like fucking in a boxcar," he said, "you know, a loose-goose fuck. That's no fun. It's how tight it is that makes it tremendous!"
CHAPTER 5
The very next morning the principal called Jill into his office.
"I've been meaning to speak to you for some time," he began. "We are having some difficulty with some high school pushers. And I want to know if you can help us."
"I will do all in my power," she agreed.
"Good," he told her, "that's the type of cooperation I need. It seems that nowadays, the youngsters don't care to smoke cigarettes. They want to be on the weed. They don't want to drink like we used to do to get high, but they want a fix. What's the world coming to?"
"It's up to us," the school counselor said, "to set a fine example of what not to do. I'm giving up smoking."
"Good for you," the principal smiled.
When Jill left his office, she felt confident that he was impressed with her skill at dealing diplomatically with problem young people. She was surprised, however, when a beautiful redhead came into her office about an hour later to discuss her problems.
"Rita," she began, "the only thing I want you to do is level."
Rita threw her head back and laughed.
"Level?" she said. "I'm afraid that might be difficult."
"Go ahead," she insisted.
Rita found it difficult to find words to tell her story. Nevertheless, she finally blurted it out.
"I've got a real problem," she said softly. "And I've read up about it. I've checked it out in a dictionary. And it's an awful thing."
"What precisely is your problem, Rita?"
"I'm a nymphomaniac," the young girl said sadly. "All I can think of is getting screwed."
"I wish you wouldn't use those crude words, Rita," the school counselor said as diplomatically as she knew how.
"I'm sorry," Rita said, "but I get carried away. You see it all began "with Ben. He was the boy who lived next door, and he introduced me to sex."
"How did it happen?" Jill asked, leaning back and listening.
"I went over to Ben's place," she explained, "and I walked into his room without knocking. A girl should never do that with a young boy. I found out, when I saw Ben sitting on the edge of his bed looking at a centerfold. He was grabbing his cock in his hand, and pumping his penis as fast as he could. Isn't that disgusting?"
"Continue," the school counselor said, not wanting to comment quite yet.
"What was I to do?" Rita asked innocently. "Except to volunteer. I didn't want him to continue that dreadful bad habit."
"And what did you do to divert him?"
"I sucked his cock off," she said sadly.
"I wonder if you did anything else," the school counselor asked her.
"Yes," she admitted, "Ben had a brother. And he brought his little brother in and told him I should blow him, too."
"You mean you took both of them on?"
Rita didn't exactly know whether or not the school counselor was making mental notes and would cause her trouble later. She found it difficult to continue until she had elicited a promise of secrecy.
"You won't tell nobody, will you?" she asked.
"What you say to me," the school counselor informed her, "will be held in strictest confidence."
"Good," she said, "because that was the beginning of my life with Ben and his brother, Dale."
"Tell me more," she asked.
"Well, Ben and Dale liked to do all sorts of things. They wanted to put it in my pussy and I was afraid I would get pregnant. So I suggested they try the back door."
"Of course you are referring to anal sex?" Jill asked.
"Yes," the girl said. "But that got bore-some and so I thought I would let them try the other place."
"In other words, you had regular normal intercourse with them."
"I don't know how normal it was," the girl said, "because when one brother finished, the other would begin. Then something awful happened."
"What?"
"Ben needed some money," she explained. "And how did he get it?" Jill asked curiously.
"He sold me," she said. "I think you would call him a white slaver or something."
"How do you mean?"
"I began blowing guys for ten dollars each. That wasn't so bad, but then I began letting them fuck me too. That's when I got in trouble. Now, I need to know if you could find a convenient abortionist."
"What do you mean?" Jill asked her.
"I don't want my baby," she said flatly.
"How do you know you're going to have one?"
"I'm afraid I am," the girl explained.
"I would recommend you go to a physician," Jill suggested. "I'll give you the name of a lady doctor who will be very sympathetic to your plight. Don't you worry about a thing, Rita. In the meantime, I would suggest that you do everything you can to control yourself. I don't think you're a nymphomaniac at all. Rather I think you are a young girl who was using very poor judgment in becoming involved with so many young boys."
"I can't thank you enough," Rita said, getting to her feet.
"That's what I'm here for," the school counselor smiled warmly, as she handed the young girl the slip of paper with the woman physician's name on it.
After she was alone a few moments, Jill got to thinking. It was really terribly wrong for her to ever become involved with these students. She could rationalize all she wanted to, but that didn't change a thing. It bothered her to think that she was falling victim to her own lustful desires. However, she forgot all about that when a handsome dark-haired young man with flashing brown eyes came in, about ten minutes later. He sat across from her and she couldn't keep her eyes off his crotch. For his crotch was bulging and she could tell he was hot for action.
"I hear you're pretty good at helping students out with their problems," he grinned knowingly.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied nervously.
"I think you do," he said.
There was a painful pause as she looked at the young boy, wondering what would happen next.
"I'll just lock the door," he smiled.
"I don't even know your name," she objected.
"Jeff," he smiled.
"Jeff," she insisted, "I want you to leave this room immediately."
"Freddie told me all about you," he continued, "and I want to take off all of my clothes and lie up on your desk and let you lick me all over."
"Freddie is lying," she insisted.
"Freddie isn't lying," he told her flatly. "Now take off your clothes, too. I want to feel those nice big boobs pressing around my pecker."
At this point Jill wanted to make a run for it. She wanted to pick up the telephone on her desk and ask the principal to save her. However, if she had Freddie and Jeff and perhaps a couple other students lined up against her, she had no chance.
"Jeff," she objected, "I won't do it."
"Yes, you will," the young boy nodded, as he took off his clothes. When he had removed his shirt and his pants and shoes and socks, he stood there in his shorts, gloating.
"Come over here and pull off my shorts," he demanded. "I've got a big surprise for you."
The last thing she wanted to do was to pull down his shorts. But he had made such a fuss about it, that she felt perhaps she should. Going over to him, she tugged them down, allowing his gigantic male member came into view. As she feasted her eyes on his huge cock, she became excited. She touched it, and a drop of crystal cum surfaced.
"You're a big boy, aren't you, Jeff?" she said quietly.
"Yes, Teach," he said. "Big enough to put in your mouth."
Going over to her desk, he waited for her to strip. He took everything off of her desk, including the phone. Then he got up on the large size desk and, lying on his back and spread his legs for her. Reaching down, he began stroking his penis while he closely watched her strip.
"It's a good strip show," he said, "that's it. Wow! have you got a nice set of knockers! Yes, I'm gonna enjoy this. If there was room enough on this desk we could sixty-nine. But I'm afraid there's only room for you to go down on me."
Jeff was eager at this point to grab her head and force her mouth down over his rigid penis.
He didn't have long to wait, for when she pulled off her panties she came over to her desk and looked at him. Pulling his cock away from him, she figured she would give him even more than he bargained for. For at this point she was feeling erotic hot urges to do everything with this handsome well-formed young male body. Grasping his penis in her hand, she took it away from him and began pumping it herself.
"You shouldn't do this," she smiled, "you should let me do it, while I do some licking."
"Go ahead, I love it," he told her.
She didn't miss a beat with her hand as she brought her mouth even with his ass.
"Oh, lick me," the boy panted, as the school counselor licked around his ass-hole.
Her hot tongue lashed excited him so much he could hardly stand it. Suddenly, the tongue jabbed up his ass-hole. As she stiffened and stabbed in his ass-hole, she increased the tempo of her hand pumping on his penis.
"Give it to me," he begged, "that's the way I like it. Pump my pecker. Eat my ass. Suck me. Suck my ass-hole!"
He was flipping out, as his body wiggled around on the desk. It was a unique experience, and she found herself enjoying it more every moment.
"Suck ass," he said, in a soft voice. "Suck my ass-hole. Oh, ah, I never thought anybody could do this. This is what I've wanted. This is the ultimate thrill. Eat my ass out. Pull on my dick!"
The combined pleasure of the teacher's hand on his pulsating penis pumping rhythmically while her hot tongue was stabbing in an increasing pace, produced such pleasure he trembled all over.
"Suck my prick," he begged, "suck it quick. I'm gonna shoot my rocks off if you don't."
Realizing that she had brought him to the brink, she pulled her tongue out of his tight ass-hole, and licked up the length of his cock.
"Eat me," he begged, "eat me."
He was heaving his body forward, as she went up and down on the huge cock between his legs. Whimpering sounds came from his throat and his legs stiffened at the unbelievable pleasure. He was straining every muscle in his body now, as his ass muscles flexed and he fucked her face, building toward a tremendous climax. The school counselor was happy to be between his legs. She was beside herself with joy, as her young stud student wiggled excitedly each time his shaft buried itself in her mouth. She was eager to swallow every inch of it. Her head moved back and forth, faster and faster, as one of her hands reached up and squeezed his scrotum. She was eager to get all of the joy out of his balls, as she applied pressure to his swollen bag. Suddenly, the young student rolled his eyes upward, until only the whites were visible. He made an effort to tense himself, then he jabbed his cock down her throat and shot.
"I'm cuming," he panted, "I'm cuming!"
The school counselor felt herself climaxing as he shot her his load. Pulling farther back so she could obtain the sperm in her mouth, she sucked.
"Suck it," he told her, "suck it. Oh, sweetheart, suck the juice out of my prick. That's the way to do it. Suck it, baby, suck it!"
At this point, her hands gripped his ass cheeks and she squeezed them while her mouth continued sucking on the head of his shaft.
"Swallow my cum," he begged, "swallow me. Oh, baby, suck, suck, eat me."
When she'd finished she pulled off and looked at him in a dazed way.
"Oh, wow!" he smiled. "You are too much. I've got to have you."
He got off the desk, and let her lie on her back. She spread her legs in wide and eager invitation for him to make love to her.
"Do it, baby," she begged. "Let me feel that tongue stabbing up there. Oh, yes, Jeff. Play with my breasts."
Jeff's hands reached up for the school counselor's bosoms as his tongue continued lashing inside of her velvety vagina. She loved it most when he nibbled at her clit.
"Do my love button, Jeff," she begged him. "Oh, yes, baby. That's what I want. Do me!"
Jeff was determined to give her as exciting a time as she had given him. With no inhibitions, he buried his face in her crotch and sucked on her pussy.
Pressing his mouth tightly to her vagina, he greedily sucked her pussy juices.
He didn't pull off, until he had completed licking all of her.
"Oh, wow!" Jeff smiled. "Were you delicious."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jeff darling," she said, "and as long as it's just between you and me I guess we've hurt nobody."
As he looked at her, he was so excited he could hardly stand it.
"I've got to meet you away from here," he said, "where I can do all kinds of things to you."
Jeff put on his shirt and his pants. She watched him dress and when he was finished, she went over to him and put her arms around him. She was dressed now, too, and he still looked at her with hot lusty desire.
"Tonight," he exclaimed, "tonight I've got to come over and make it with you."
CHAPTER 6
By the time the school day was over, she was aware that she could not carry on like this. She had spoken to an attractive blonde teacher who taught in the gym. The teacher told her, "You've got something bothering you. Maybe I can help you. What is it, dear?"
"I don't know," she told her, "how did you guess?"
As the two teachers sat there in the lounge, the gym teacher, Gloria, nodded.
"How many cigarettes have you smoked since you came in here?"
"I guess that was a giveaway," she admitted.
"It certainly was, dear," she said, "and I know how many problems you must listen to all day long. It's a wonder that you keep your sanity. I'll be happy to listen to yours if you buy me a drink."
Buying the gym teacher, Gloria, a drink was one thing. But buying her all the drinks she wanted was quite another. That afternoon, by the time they had finished four drinks, it was evident to Jill that she had gotten more than she had bargained for.
"How about dinner at my place?" Gloria suggested. "You bought all these drinks, I owe you a dinner. I've got steaks in the freezer, and I'll broil them for us."
"All right," Jill told her.
She followed her in her car down the Freeway to her apartment. She couldn't help observe that Gloria lived in a very plush place.
"I like your apartment," she complimented her, as she walked in the door.
"Thank you, Jill," Gloria smiled.
Gloria suddenly started taking off all her clothes and this puzzled Jill.
"What are you taking your clothes off for?" the school counselor asked the gym teacher.
"I always parade around in the nude," she admitted. "Clothes confine me."
As the gym teacher stripped, it was evident to her that she had a beautiful body.
"You don't wear a bra, do you?" she observed.
"How can I?" she asked. "My bosoms are so big I can't find my bra size."
"You're putting me on," Jill laughed.
Jill sat down and began looking at the evening paper instead of undressing. That did not please her girlfriend at all. When Gloria had pulled off her panties, and stood before her stark naked, she demanded, "Why have you still got your clothes on?"
"Am I supposed to take my clothes off, too?" Jill asked her.
"Certainly, dear," she insisted, "it's the only way to fly. Go ahead, strip for me."
It gave Jill strange feelings when another woman was asking her to undress. It seemed normal to have sex with a young boy that she had counseled. However, it would be abnormal to do anything with another woman. She wanted to cling to what moral strength she had left and shook her head.
"Oh, I couldn't do that," she objected.
"Why on earth not?" Gloria asked, as she sat down beside her and put her arm around her.
"You might be a lesbian," Jill explained. "That's not my hang-up."
"What is your hang-up?" she smiled. "I don't have any," Jill said, pretending innocence.
"That's funny," Gloria laughed. "Jeff told me that you were a great fuck. Was he lying or are you lying?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," the school counselor insisted.
"Oh, yes, you do," she smiled smugly. "Jeff and I have been having an affair for some time. I told him I thought you were available."
"My God," she exclaimed. "Do you mean to tell me there is someone in that school as bad as I am?"
"Worse, love," Gloria smiled, as she began reaching over to unfasten the buttons on Jill's blouse. It didn't take Gloria's hand long to slip inside of her blouse and feel of her bra-confined bosoms.
"You don't want all these clothes on," Gloria said. "Hurry up and undress, honey, while I get the steaks out of the freezer."
It was as if she was being sucked down in a whirlpool of sex. She had no say-so and she knew it. Yet, to defy Gloria, who had the goods on her, would not be a wise thing. She began undressing, in spite of her dislike of disrobing before another woman.
She had no sooner taken off her bra, than
Gloria hustled back into the living room and nodded "Let me do the honors. The great unveiling."
"You sound like this is a regular procedure," Jill told her flatly.
"I have had a few experiences with delicious women," she admitted.
"That's nice," Jill said, as she watched Gloria sliding off her panties and pressing her lips against her mound. To her enormous surprise she was starting to moisten around her vagina.
"You will taste good, honey," she said. "How would you like to sixty-nine before dinner?" Jill shook her head.
"I need something to drink," she shrugged. "A big drink."
"Certainly," she agreed, "what will you have?"
"What have you got?" she asked.
"Well you can see for yourself I don't have too many kinds of liquor. I just have Vodka and whiskey. What'll it be?"
"Do you have orange juice?"
"Certainly, dear, a screw driver is my favorite drink too. I take it you want the same?"
"Yes, I'd appreciate one," she nodded. "If I get bombed out, I can do anything."
"What a nice way to put it," Gloria said sarcastically.
It was evident to her that it was not going to be any easy procedure. And she was grateful she could have some booze to get drunk on. Two screw drivers later, Jill was ready to go along with anything. It was a good thing as Gloria had vanished for a moment to search for her dildo. Coming back into the living room, she gave Jill a big jolt.
"Why are you wearing that dildo?" she asked her bluntly.
"The easier to screw you with," she smiled seductively.
It seemed strange for another woman to be standing before her with her mouth watering for sex as she stroked a plastic penis.
"We can have a sixty-nine another time," she said. "I thought it would be great sport to give you a balling. Is your pussy tight?"
"Is your cock hard?" Jill teased.
"As hard as you'll need it, honey," she chuckled. "Come into the bedroom and let me take you for a cock ride."
Wearing the dildo seemed to do something for the personality of the gym teacher. She had changed the moment she slipped it on. She was more masculine now and terribly dominating. It worried Jill as she hated to do something abnormal. Nevertheless, she felt that she must. She went into the bedroom, got on the bed and spread her legs invitingly.
"You look so nice lying there waiting for me," Gloria told her.
"Do you want it bad, baby?" she asked quietly.
"More than you can imagine," she told her.
It wasn't going to take her long now to get into the act. Straddling the attractive young school counselor, the gym teacher guided her dildo smoothly into her vagina. As it slipped into her slit, Jill let out a small squeal of delight.
"I like it," she smiled, "feels good. Fuck me. Give me that cock!"
"That's the spirit, honey," Gloria smiled, as she bent over, letting her generous size bosoms brush softly over Jill's great breasts.
As their nipples touched, both women felt electrical charges of sexual excitement surging through them.
"Fuck," Gloria commanded, "fuck, baby. Put some action into it. That's the way I like it. Don't be a dead cunt."
She pressed her lips on Jill's and soon they were French kissing while they were fucking.
It seemed almost like being fucked by a man. The way that Gloria drove the dildo compared very favorably with some of the best students that she had taken on during her counseling days.
"Fuck it, baby," she said, "use your pussy. This is a great pussy muscle developer. You will give men better fucks once you have gotten used to this."
"How do you know so much about all this?" Jill asked shyly.
"I've learned a lot, honey," she said. "I was using a pussy muscle exerciser and then I decided why not try this ? An authentic copy of an actual penis."
"Whose cock is it, do you know?" she asked.
"I only wish I did," she said quietly. "The man at the sex shop were I bought it said that it was a copy of a black athlete's big cock. That was good enough for me, so I bought it."
"It sure feels good. I'd love to fuck the stud whose cock it was copied after," Jill teased.
Gloria went on jabbing into her and she was enjoying it more every exciting second.
"Fuck it," she panted, "fuck, baby. That's what I dig. Fuck me."
Gloria had many ideas about making fucking more exciting. She wasn't afraid to tell her female lover what she wanted.
"I like an enthusiastic broad," she smiled in a masculine manner. "Throw your legs up and over, honey and press your thighs to me. That's the way to do it. Oh, baby, you'll have me juicing."
It wasn't taking Jill long to pick up her body sex beat. Soon their bodies were pitching and thrusting as one rhythmic unit.
"Fuck it," she panted, "grab it. That's it. Oh, baby, now we're doing it."
Suddenly, Jill felt herself juicing. At the same instant her lover came, too. As the two women gushed, they pressed their pussies hard against each other, wiggling and struggling to derive every possible carnal pleasure from their climax.
Gloria pressed her lips hard against Jill's mouth. Jill felt edgy kissing with a woman. However, when she discovered the excellent tongue action of Gloria, she didn't object. It felt good to have Gloria sucking on her lower lip.
When Gloria pulled the dripping dildo out of her mound, she figured she might as well suggest something.
"How would it be if we invited Jeff to join us?" she smiled.
"What a delicious idea," Gloria admitted, as she unstrapped the dildo.
"Have you got any ideas on positions?" Jill teased.
"Certainly," she replied, "how would it be if I let you lie on your back. Jeff could straddle you and fuck your cunt. While he's fucking your pussy, I can be giving his ass-hole a good screwing."
"Sounds like a lot of fun," she admitted.
"Don't you ever worry about getting caught?" Jill asked her curiously.
"Why should I?" she said. "With all that's going on at that school, honey, a little fuck is nothing. Those kids are hopped up. About half of them are anyway. No wonder they can't do their school work. If I was tripping out on drugs, I couldn't do my school work either."
Jill found it difficult to reconcile the fact that the students were minors. More than that, she felt especially guilty figuring that she was hired to counsel them. Finding someone who is involved with students sexually just like she was, was an oasis. She could speak her mind at last.
"Do you ever get guilty feelings?" she asked seriously.
"Those young men and young women need sex education," Gloria explained. "If they don't get it one way, they will get it another. I remember one girl who told me she was making it with a dog, of all things."
"What did you do about that?"
"I told her to quit and come over and visit me," she smiled. "Isn't a dildo a lot better for her than a dog's prick?"
"I suppose it's all relative, isn't it?" Jill observed.
"Of course it is," she insisted. "They used to have religious rites at those ancient temples where people would go down on each other. The woman's pussy was sacred. Wasn't that wonderful?"
"I suppose so," Jill shrugged.
"I mean the ability to be uninhibited, is wonderful. People shouldn't feel that their sex organs are dirty. They get all that from the bible. It's that horrid Adam and Eve story. Adam and Eve were tripping around in the Garden in the buff until Eve listened to that no good serpent. Then you recall God came along and asked them if they were bare-assed naked. And Eve said something about a fig leaf and Adam grabbed the big leaf away from her ... oh, I don't remember it all, but the long and short of it was we've been wearing clothes ever since, damn it."
"You really are in rebellion against clothes, aren't you?" Jill asked.
"Certainly," she continued, "clothes are half the trouble with this old world. Those boys and girls are simply curious. They have every right to know what the opposite sex looks like. They get bored with their own naked body, and tired of seeing other people of the same sex naked, too. Naturally, they yearn for a little diversion. Why shouldn't a boy want to see as many gorgeous naked women as he can ? I'm doing my share to help."
"Now don't give yourself accolades," Jill laughed. "I need another drink. After listening to the way you think, I need something!"
"Certainly," she told her.
She fixed her another screw driver and then they got to talking again.
"We used to have a Friday Fuck Club," Gloria informed her.
"I got this young girl to bring me her well hung boyfriends. Wasn't that super?"
"It's amazing you haven't been caught," she said quietly.
"I've had a few close scrapes, I'll admit," she said, "but I've always managed to slide by, if you know what I mean."
"Let's get together for that orgy you spoke of with Jeff next Saturday. I would enjoy seeing his response to having two women. I'm sure Jeff's creative imagination will invent all sorts of positions for both of us."
"Jeff is a marvelous lover," she agreed. "I've had him shoot it off nine times. That set a record."
"You know Gloria, you sound almost as if you are possessed."
"Horrors," she said, "are you suggesting that I'm possessed like that little child in The Exorcist?"
"Maybe," she suggested. "Who knows how the devil works when it comes to sex?"
"As far as I'm concerned," she insisted, "anything between two human beings is beautiful. It's when they want to make it with the fucking animal kingdom, it gets sick--sick. I've heard of women wanting to take on a pony or a horse. Can you imagine such a thing?"
"I'll try not to," Jill said. "I'll be throwing up if I think of anything that revolting.
"Don't throw up in your drink, dear," she said, "liquor costs plenty. And it's got up higher with inflation."
As Jill leaned back on the bed, Gloria rested her head on her creamy thighs.
"I like to look at you from down here," she smiled. "Your fur-trimmed pussy looks so pretty. I hope you don't mind."
Feeling edgy and uneasy, Jill nevertheless managed to say, "Of course not. If it makes you happy, honey."
"You're adorable," she told her. "You really are. I wish more people were broadminded like you."
While she lay there, she began licking all around her snatch.
"I've got to get some strawberry pussy jelly," she suggested.
"Does it come in flavors?" Jill asked.
Rising up as if completely surprised by the fact her girl friend didn't know about the pussy jellies, she commented, "Where have you been all your life? It's the rage. Everybody's dipping the jelly into their pussy. Comes in fabulous flavors. Lemon, raspberry, strawberry, blueberry, you name it, honey. It's so much fun to lick a juicy jelly pussy."
"We'll have to try that when we do our sixty-nine," she suggested.
"Jeff would love to watch us sixty-nine," she giggled. "One time I did it with his girl friend. He jacked-off while we sucked each other's snatch. It was a beautiful erotic pleasure for him."
"It sounds delicious," Jill assured her. Jill was determined not to have her make love again.
"Do you mind if I get up a minute?" she asked Gloria.
"Not at all, honey," she replied. "When nature calls!"
Jill was glad for a break. Once in the bathroom, she took a long look at herself. She didn't look any different, and she wondered why. Having done so many strange and evil things she thought she would show at least a trace of sin. But it didn't show. If anything, she looked even more radiant, more beautiful. For her blood was running fast with all of the sexual excitement she had been experiencing.
CHAPTER 7
The next day in her office, Jill wondered how in the world she could reach Jeff. She hated to send for him, but she wanted him so desperately to know about the orgy that she was planning with the gym teacher, Gloria, that she saw no alternative but to send a student messenger with a note to his class room. When she looked up the class that he would be in, the office secretary curiously asked her, in a confidential tone, "Can I help you? Apparently you're looking for somebody."
"I'll find what I'm looking for," she said. "Thank you so much."
"Don't mention it," the secretary said, stealing a sly glance at the names as she thumbed through the card catalogue. She finally found Jeff's name and wrote it down and the class period that he would be in at this moment. Returning to her office, she wondered if she had closed the card file. Going back, she didn't have to wonder, for she saw the girls' vice principal talking to the principal's secretary as they stood over the file where precisely she had been.
"Can I see you?" the girls' vice principal asked, when she saw Jill come into view.
"Certainly," she said, in a casual tone, playing as innocent as she knew how.
Going into the girls' vice principal's office was like walking to the guillotine. For it was evident to her that she had something on her mind and it wasn't good. For a moment the girls' vice principal just looked at her. It was a stony stare, trying to break her down. She didn't react.
"I thought you wanted to see me," she said nonchalantly.
"I think it would be a good idea if you would tell me everything that has gone on when you have talked to some of your students."
"That would be very difficult," she replied, in her most business-like professional manner. "Every student is different. Every problem is different. And my approach to each problem is unique, just as each student is unique unto himself."
"Sounds like you memorized, that out of a rule book," the girls' vice principal glared. "I can't put my finger on it, but something annoys me. There is something that isn't right."
"I don't understand," she said quietly.
"We are suddenly having a run of young male students who want to talk to you. That doesn't add up, or does it?"
"I should be flattered," Jill defended herself quickly. "For apparently I have helped enough students to where they choose me. I hope there isn't any professional jealousy going on around here?"
That got the girls' vice principal so angry she got to her feet. "I should say not," she exclaimed indignantly. "I would never be jealous of any of my staff. My only concern is that they fulfill their duties without getting into difficulties.
"I read you," Jill said, as she got up and turned around and left her office, slamming the door indifferently behind her.
She knew she shouldn't have slammed the door. That was a giveaway. Everything had been carried off so well until then. However, she knew she must be very careful now. When she got back to her office, the school messenger was there with Jeff.
"Jeff, I want to see you a moment," she told him.
As soon as he was in her office, she began whispering.
"Jeff, they're suspicious. Don't say anything to anyone. It could be bad for us all."
"I'm not talking," he said.
"How would you like a three-way?" she suggested with a wink. "Another sexy woman and me. We could make sweet music."
"We could have an orgy," he chuckled.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about," she smiled. "Here is my phone number and address. Next Saturday night, around 7:30 or 8, come over. I promise you, we'll have a wonderful time. Best if we never see each other around school again. I've just been called on the carpet because I'm too popular. Apparently, I'm doing too good a job."
"You're not having sex with everybody that you counsel, are you?" Jeff asked honestly.
"Of course not, silly," she said. "What kind of counselor do you think I would be?"
"I was just wondering," he said shyly.
He turned around and thanked her and left. When he was gone, she stepped out of her office and looked down the hall. The principal's secretary was at the other end of the hall watching. It gave her a feeling of being spied upon and she was uptight. Walking directly down the hall, she noticed the principal's secretary wheeled around quickly and went into the office. By this time she had lost her cool. She went into the office and looked at her tightly.
"What were you doing standing down the hall?" she demanded.
"I was just checking," she said, "to see whether or not any students were skipping class or late."
"Is that another one of your duties?" Jill asked her.
She didn't answer as she turned around. However, it was becoming more and more evident to Jill that she was going to have problems.
As she listened to various students go through their troubles and traumas that day, she thought it would be a mercy when it was over. She was becoming exhausted listening to all of their agonies and hoped she could find release somehow.
Before the day was over, she found herself falling for a good-looking boy named Hank. Hank was telling her what a lot of trouble he had with broken hearts. He claimed that his problem existed when one girl would tell another girl about him. His voice stopped for a moment as he thought about it.
"Go on, Hank," she told him.
"It's difficult for me," he explained, "I'm just afraid that some chick is going to commit suicide over me sometime."
Hank's voice clouded as he thought about all of the possibilities.
"You must have an awful lot to offer," she said.
"I do," Hank said. "About nine inches." She shook her head.
"You shouldn't speak so boldly to me," she snapped.
"Let's quit the hypocrisy," he said, giving her his dazzling smile. "I think you want a good time with me just as much as I need a good time with you."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jill pretended.
"Oh, yes, you do," he said. "Freddie is telling me the truth."
She smiled as she looked at him and shook her head.
"Freddie does a lot of talking," she countered.
"Just put the lock on the door," he told her, "and you come over here and get on your knees and bend over me."
"You've got to be out of your mind to think I would do anything here, Hank," she said.
"All I need is a quickie blow job," the young boy pleaded.
Hank got up and locked the counselor's office door. Then going back to his chair, he sat down.
"Come over here." he said, "the word is you give great head."
Jill's heart was pounding rapidly as she looked at the boy's tell-tale bulging crotch. Hank was a nice-looking young man with brown wavy hair and penetrating brown eyes. His olive smooth skin promised he would have a beautiful nude body. Suddenly, she was possessed with a desire to see all of him.
"If you want to so bad," she said, "you can at least voluntarily take your pants down for me."
That made Hank smile once more, as he got to his feet. Unfastening his belt slowly, he looked at her with sensuous desire burning in his balls.
"I need a good fast suck," he said, "and I can hardly wait for you to suck me off."
When he let his pants drop, she got a closer view of his huge cock. The next thing she did was go over to him and pull his shorts down quickly. His huge penis came into view. She seized it and stroked it.
"How does this feel, Hank?" she asked, in a husky voice.
"You've got a good handgrip, honey," he told her. "Keep it up."
She continued pumping as he got hotter. Then his hands were all over her.
"Just let me see those bosoms," he blurted, "I must look at them."
While she pumped on his penis with one hand, she unfastened her blouse with the other. Hank's hand reached over and he stroked her breasts. He disliked the fact they were confined with a bra. Nevertheless, they were bulging at the top and his finger could trace along the soft flesh, while her hand vigorously pumped his hard prick.
"You'd better get down there quick," he told her, "cause I'm gonna shoot."
The counselor got to her knees. With one hand she pulled the penis to her mouth and with the other she played with his balls.
"Wow!" the boy panted, as she brought it even with her mouth and let her tongue slip over the head of it. She could taste him starting to juice through the small slit, and she figured it would be more fun to tantalize him with her tongue and make him beg for it, than to instantly slip her mouth over it.
"You're too much," he exclaimed, "oh, teacher, I love that. I hear you're great at eating ass, too. How about eating my ass?"
She pulled away from his penis, and then he squatted. She got behind him and massaged his flexing ass cheeks, while she let her tongue slip all around his behind.
"Oh, wow!" Hank said again. "You don't know what you're doing to me, Teach. I love it. Lick my ass!"
All at once she got down on the floor and lay there while Hank straddled her. She was looking up at his behind while he pumped his penis.
"That's what I dig," he said. "I want you to suck on my ass-hole."
She gave Hank exactly what he wanted. It didn't bother her one bit that she was on the floor and he was straddling her. At the same time, he was playing with her breasts with one hand, while he pumped his penis with the other.
"Suck my ass," he panted as he pumped his behind up and down on her stabbing tongue. She let her hands grip his ass cheeks and squeezed and kneaded them while he stayed on his knees over her. She was not aware of anything now except his handsome young body.
She wanted to give the young boy every thrill that he had imagined when he was jacking-off. This was her opportunity to let him experience wild sex. It was strange how she delighted in introducing young boys to sexual pleasure. Perhaps it was as if she was taking them on a trip to an erotic fantasy land.
"Suck it," he panted, "suck ass. Suck it. Yes. Keep that up!"
She continued her ass licking, while he went on pumping. Soon Hank had to get in a position so he could feed his cock to her face. He swung his hips around, and then presented her with his penis. As his balls were pulled over her nose, she sniffed. The aroma of his sweaty balls appealed to her. There was nothing about the intimacy of sex that was revolting to her, as she was so .strung up on young boys' bodies.
"I have nine solid inches," he panted. "Measuring from under my balls, it's nine inches, Teach."
"Good, Hank," she exclaimed, "feed me a few."
It made Hank all the more excited to watch her mouth slowly slipping over his cock. Her cheeks sucked in and her face became red as. her heart pounded fast. His balls bounced on her chin as he felt the warmth of her mouth exciting and stimulating him.
"Suck my cock," he told her as he thrust into her face. "Suck it. That's it. Suck my cock!"
While she was licking at his prick, her hands were massaging his buttocks. He loved the feel of her hot hands on his behind. And he determined to give her a cock suck she would never forget. He knew his balls were loaded, as he hadn't made it in a week. He was eager to show her what thick delicious cream he had.
"Eat me," he begged, "eat my cock. You're gonna get it! That's it, eat my prick."
The school counselor couldn't help wonder if she could accommodate him completely as he forcefully jabbed his huge cock to the back of her throat and massaged it up and down there.
"I'm gonna deep throat fuck you," he smiled. "Oh, yes, you're gonna love it. Hold it there. Oh, just a minute more. That's it. Hang on, baby!"
She was gripping his ass cheeks so tightly now that he could feel her fingernails clawing.
"Suck it off," he panted as he exploded. "Suck the juice. Get it."
Hank knew enough to pull back so he could explode his hot creamy cum in her mouth.
Eagerly she sucked, greedy for every last drop of him.
"Eat it," he told her, "swallow my sperm. Eat my dick!"
Just as she was finishing, she slid a finger up his tight ass-hole and massaged his prostate, hoping it would produce more juice in her mouth. It did seem as if he shot some more and she sucked hungrily.
When she had finished eating him, she pulled off. She looked up at him with new knowledge. She knew what he tasted like now, and he tasted very good to her. More than that, she knew what his stroking rhythm pace was. This excited her. She had enjoyed the feel of his balls bouncing on her chin as she let him push his cock farther into her.
He got up off the floor and looked at her.
"You're pretty damn good," he smiled. "Freddie knew what he was talking about."
She got up off the floor herself and buttoned up her blouse.
"Tell Freddie for me," she said, "that I want him to keep his lip zipped."
"That will be all right with Freddie," he chuckled, "just as you don't tell him to keep his fly zipped."
Zipping up his own fly, Hank turned around and went to the door and unlocked it. He walked out, as he turned back to give her a shy smile.
It was becoming more and more evident to Jill that she was walking a tightrope. How long she could continue carrying on with her young charges was a problem to her.
Just as she was going back to her desk, a young girl came to the door and asked to see her.
"Certainly," she smiled nervously, "come right in."
The girl introduced herself as Susie Adams. She began going into a long detailed problem that she was having with her boyfriend. Finally, she blurted something out that shocked Jill to her bones.
"Maybe you could tell me how to make out so I could hang onto my boyfriend," she said quietly.
"How on earth would I know what to tell you?" Jill asked, feeling her heart pound rapidly as the guilt got to her.
"I hear you're quite a swinging school counselor," Susie said evenly.
"Do you always believe everything you hear, Susie?" she asked her.
"From my sources, I do," she nodded emphatically. "They say you are great when it comes to making love. That's how you hang onto a man."
"What you do, Susie, is your business. However, these comments that you were making, I cannot tolerate."
She felt as though she had succeeded in fooling someone when she got to her feet and gestured for Susie to leave.
"If that's the way you're gonna be," Susie stammered, "the hell with you."
Susie abruptly left her alone and she couldn't help but wonder if she had done the right thing. The last thing she needed was to make an enemy of Susie.
CHAPTER 8
Jill was grateful when the weekend came. The hurly-burly of the school week was something that had her exhausted. Saturday morning she was sleeping in when the phone rang. Groggily, she answered it.
"Hello."
"Hi there, baby," a syrupy voice began. "Who is this?"
"Gloria," the voice replied. "Remember me."
"Oh, yes, Gloria," she replied, "What's up."
"Just checking on our Saturday night party. You did invite Jeff, didn't you."
"He accepted," she said, straightening up in bed and coming to life again.
"Fine," she answered. "We are going to have a really super time tonight. I've bought a few goodies at the sex boutique where I shop. I'm sure you will be quite pleased."
"I'm sure I will," she replied.
After a few more moments of small talk, she hung up. It was eighty-thirty and time for her to be getting up anyway. However, she wasn't overly glad that Gloria had phoned. For it reminded her that she was getting deeper and deeper into problems that she might not be able to solve herself. It was strange, she thought, how the young students were coming to her for counseling. In reality, it was she who needed counseling the most.
When she went shopping that day it was amazing to her how she noticed the young boys at the check-out counter. There was one young boy that really turned her on. He was giving her the eye and she felt that he was hot for her body.
"Could you take my groceries to my car?" she asked him.
"Sure," he smiled, "any time."
When she got out to the parking lot, she looked at him longingly and said quietly, "What do you do during your lunch break?"
He looked at her and caught on instantly what she wanted.
"Have sex," he said. "Interested?"
"You betcha," she said. "How about today?"
He nodded and told her he had just forty-five minutes.
"I live just a block from here," she explained.
"Right," he said, "I could be fifteen minutes late getting back if I had to. It'll only take us an hour."
"Beautiful," she smiled. "Here is my address."
She gave the young boy her address and then she suddenly realized she didn't even know his name.
"What is your name?" she asked him.
"My name is Carlos," he smiled.
"Get you later, Carlos," she nodded as he walked away.
She went home and didn't worry for one minute about the fact that Carlos was a total stranger. All she knew was that he was a handsome dark-skinned young man. She was developing a thing for Latin lovers and she could hardly wait to meet him.
She hastily cleaned up the house and then she took a shower bath. When she dried off, she applied some lemon splash cologne to her body. She wanted to smell wonderful all over. She was eager for Carlos to give her some action. She figured that if she slipped into a filmy blue negligee, it would save undressing time. When he walked in, she would be ready.
She rested for awhile as she wanted to be ready when Carlos came to get right into the act.
Five minutes after twelve, she heard the doorbell ring. Going to the door, she answered it.
"How nice you look," he told her.
"Just waiting for you, baby," she said.
She went over to the bar and immediately asked him what he wanted to drink.
"Anything," he told her.
"How would a bourbon and Seven be?" she smiled.
"I'd like that," he said.
"Around the house," she smiled, "I usually run around in the nude."
She let the blue negligee slip to the floor and then she sat on the sofa stark naked. Carlos got the point and began undressing immediately.
"I guess I might as well undress, too," he said as he took off everything. When she saw his male sex organ, she recognized she had made a very wise decision. For Carlos had a long cock which was getting harder every moment.
"That needs some loving, doesn't it, baby?" she smiled at him. "You said it."
She went over to the sofa, reaching for his pulsating penis. She massaged his swelling balls as she pulled gently on his penis.
"That's it," he nodded, "stroke me. When you get it nice and hard I want to ride it up your ass-hole."
"Maybe I can lick it to the point where you get a tremendous hard-on first," she suggested, eager to see if she could taste him.
She began licking on the head of his shaft and she observed the huge cock quiver.
"It feels groovy," he told her. "Keep that up!"
She figured she might as well give him the full treatment. Bending over his penis head, she moved her lips up and down. He loved the feeling of her mouth slipping over his cock as she went from the top of it to the base. At the same time she continued massaging his balls.
"Wow!" he panted. "You sure know how to move your mouth, don't you baby?"
She could taste the first trickle of his cum and wanted desperately to continue. But he insisted that she get off.
"I don't want you to suck it off," he said, "I want to slip it up your ass-hole."
As she pulled her mouth off him she asked him why he liked anal sex so much.
"My chick won't let me ball her ass," he explained.
"All right," she said, "if that's what you want, I'll let you do it."
She got to her feet and as she strode across the room to the bedroom, he watched carefully.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "get on the bed on all fours."
When she was on the bed on all fours he got behind her and was about to flip his cock into her ashole when she realized he needed some lubrication.
"Let me get something for your pecker," she said, "I don't want you riding that big cock up my ass without some lubrication."
Going to the bathroom she found a container of petroleum jelly. Returning, she took his cock in one hand and applied the petroleum jelly with the other.
"Now I'm ready," he said. "On your knees, baby."
The school counselor got on her knees and watched the young boy.
"I want you at the edge of the bed," he insisted. "I want to stand while I give you this fuck. I can get a better thrust."
"You sound like an old pro at doing this," she smiled back at him, as he stood at the edge of her bed as he gripped her buttocks.
"I've done it before," he admitted proudly.
Carlos parted her behind and then he stabbed into her ass-hole.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck. That's it. Push back to me."
She pushed her behind back to meet his advancing cock stabs. All the time that he was screwing her she realized it would be fun to have him feeling of her bosoms.
"Bend over, baby," she said, "I want your hands on my tits."
Carlos bent over as his cock stabbed in her ass-hole. He gripped her bosoms and massaged them while he fucked.
"Beautiful," he told her, "that's what I want. Oh, baby, fuck me."
She continued pressing back as he pinched her nipples.
"Fuck me," she begged as the excitement stimulated her more. "I want it, baby. Every inch of you."
Inch by inch he rammed his thick cock into her. She loved the feel of him as he fucked with fierce thrusts.
"Keep that up," she told him, "all the way, baby. I love it."
Instinctively she knew how to churn her ass around while he went wild.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her, "you really know how to put action in your ass."
She continued grinding her hips around and he got more and more stimulated.
"I'm almost there," he told her. "Keep it up. Just like that!"
As he continued pounding his cock up her ass-hole, she wished that he would put his hands on her pussy.
"Play with my pussy," she begged him.
Reaching down, he felt of her vagina. She loved the feel of his fingers sliding along her slit. Finally, he jabbed two fingers into her vagina as he continued thrusting in her ass-hole.
"I'm cuming," he panted, "I made it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, I'm there!"
As the hot creamy juice gushed into her, she milked his cock.
"Fuck me," she begged, "give it to me. Every inch, baby. That's the way to do it. Fuck it!"
Finishing shooting his cum up her ass-hole, he slipped his cock out of her cum-slickened behind. She looked at him, and rolled over on the bed.
"What about me?" she asked. "How about eating my pussy?"
Jill spread her legs in open invitation, hoping he would take her up on what she wanted.
"There's one way I like to do it," he said. "I like to have you over my face. Then I can play with your ass while I'm eating your cunt."
"Certainly, Carlos," she said.
Carlos got on the bed on his back and motioned for her to come up and straddle his face.
When she was over his face and pressing her pussy at his mouth, he played with her ass cheeks.
"Eat my pussy," she begged, "eat me, Carlos."
Carlos happily flipped his tongue inside of her velvety vagina. Licking her clit, he started nibbling. Then he stiffened his tongue and pumped it into her as if it were a small penis. She loved the feel of his tongue doing its thing. At the same time she got a surprise when she felt him parting her behind with his finger. All at once she felt his finger sliding up her ass-hole.
"Oh, I love that," she panted. "Fuck my ass. Eat my cunt. Come on, Carlos, love me."
Carlos' finger continued stabbing up her ass-hole while his tongue licked the walls of her velvety vagina which was moistening.
"Eat my pussy," she panted, "that's it. Love it like that. Carlos, baby, love me."
Carlos never found a woman who was so turned on with his tongue. It excited him that she was that eager to receive him. He was doing everything in his power now to give her pleasure. It was amazing how his finger could add to her delight and it was marvelous how his tongue could stimulate her to where she was juicing.
As the hot juicy pussy gushed in his mouth, Carlos pressed his lips tight to her twat. He didn't want to miss a drop of her delicious liquid, as he went on eating.
Finishing her, he slid his finger out of her ass-hole and gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them. Smiling up at her he nodded.
"You're good pussy eating," he told her.
"Oh, Carlos," she said, "I can't tell you how much I needed it this morning."
"We can get together some more, baby," he told her.
"I don't know whether we can or not," she told him. "But today I had to have you."
Carlos was taking a shower and as he did so she looked at the penis dangling between his legs. She wanted it more than ever before.
"Let me suck that cock," she said, "I want to see what you taste like, Carlos. I still don't know."
"All right, if it means so much to you," he said, "but you've got to hurry. I've got to get back to work at the store."
She dried him off and got to her knees. She knew it would be a quickie but she didn't care. Carlos stood there, putting one leg up on the toilet seat, while he stood watching her grip his penis and lick. It was springing to life quickly as her tongue lashed the head of it. With a sudden hard jab, he rode it down her throat.
"Suck it," he told her, "suck that cock. Yes, suck it."
She played with his balls while her other hand held his pulsating penis and her mouth moved over the head of his shaft.
"Suck me," he begged, "suck my cock. Suck. Suck!"
She loved hearing him demanding his cock to be sucked. It was exciting to have a young stud beg for it. Carlos was enjoying every moment of it as she massaged his balls vigorously and sucked his cock spiritedly.
"There's more juice in those balls," he assured her. "I'm gonna shoot my cream in your mouth in a minute. Keep sucking. That's it. Just like that, baby. Oh, I like it when you lick around the head of it. Oh, yes, take it in your mouth like a toothbrush. Oh, suck me. Come on, baby eat me."
Carlos jabbed into the back of her throat. He loved the feel of the velvety head of his cock massaging against her throat. His balls were on her chin as he pulled way out and thrust it way in.
"Suck my cock off," he told her. "Suck it. Get the juice. That's what I want you to do, baby. Eat my prick."
Carlos pulled his cock out of her throat so he could shoot his wad in her mouth.
"Eat it," he begged, "eat my cock."
The hot sperm tasted marvelous to her. Carlos had a distinct bitter taste. Nevertheless, it was tangy and she loved it. It did bother her a little to think she was developing a taste for sperm. His creamy thick goodness appealed to her as she recognized he was in his prime. Finishing devouring him, she slid her mouth off and asked him confidentially, "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," he told her. "Old enough to fuck."
"I gathered as much," she said, getting to her feet.
Carlos had to wrap his arms around her and press his chest hard against her bosoms. "Come back to my grocery store," he said, "whenever you want some action. I'm ready."
His penis didn't go down and she could tell Carlos was a man with a repeater peter.
"There're so many things that we could do," she told him quietly, "and I would like to do them all with you."
Carlos grinned and his shy youthful smile tugged at her.
"I could do wild things to you," she told him. "Things you wouldn't believe."
"Even eat my ass?" he winked.
"I'm good at ass eating," she grinned. "Every man wants his ass sucked, but he's afraid to admit it. I'm not afraid to tell you I enjoy it."
"I'm not afraid of nothing," he said, "except afraid you won't ask me over again."
"I will," she assured him.
"What about tonight?"
"Tonight I'm tied up," she told him.
Carlos turned away and went to the bedroom to pick up his shorts. Slipping into them he hastily put on his pants, his shoes, socks and shirt, telling her how much he enjoyed it once more. Then he turned away and walked out of her apartment.
When she was left alone, she had time to think. Lying on the bed she relived in her imagination the fantastic sexual adventure she had had with the check-out boy from the grocery store. It was bothering her that she was developing such wild desires that whenever she saw a young man anywhere she was eager to play with him and experience sexual thrills. Maybe she was in the wrong business, she thought to herself. No doubt she would do better at a massage parlor that doubled for sex.
CHAPTER 9
Jill was indeed excited about the orgy. She could picture all sorts of things that Jeff she and Gloria could do. She was delighted that Gloria had practically no inhibitions. When Gloria arrived early, she decided to demonstrate some of her techniques.
"Sweetheart," Gloria smiled, "I want to show you something that will drive him wild. It's called the suck and fuck."
"Do you think you can really do both at the same time?" she teased.
"With a little help from a marvelous invention," she explained, "I know I can. I must admit it requires patience."
With that Gloria began undressing.
"You really do like to parade around in the nude, don't you?" Jill observed.
"I told you I feel comfortable without my clothes on," she laughed.
"It makes my pussy itch watching you," Jill admitted.
"Just as I thought, dear," she said, "you do have a thing for me. I know I have for you."
Gloria's voice quavered as she watched her girl friend strip.
"Shouldn't we go to the bedroom to take off our clothes?"
"Why be formal ? " Gloria laughed as she continued stripping.
It didn't take long for her to slide out of her clothes as she wore no panties or bra.
"What gives with this no-bra bit?"
"I hate to waste time," she giggled, as she picked up her dildo and strapped it on.
"Honey," she smiled, "this idea I have is too much. Let's go into the bedroom and I'll illustrate."
It was obvious that the demo fuck was simply an opportunity to get into her. Even though she wasn't overly eager to have sex with a woman again, she was curious to know precisely what Gloria had in mind.
"Now, honey," she told her, "you just lie on your back and throw your legs up like you were going to accept some big stud."
"With that giant size dildo you're sporting," Jill told her, "it's almost like having sex with a stud."
Gloria slipped a pillow under her girl friend's behind as she arranged her knees under her ass cheeks.
"I'm gonna show you, sweetheart," she said, "how it's done. I'll put a little of this lubrication on the dildo and slip it up your ass-hole."
"I don't want that," Jill complained.
"You'll love it once I get it in," Gloria assured her as she continued coating the plastic penis with lubrication.
Without giving Jill an opportunity to complain anymore, she suddenly stabbed the plastic penis up her behind. It almost tore her as she felt it stabbing into her tight ass-hole.
"Fuck, baby," Gloria insisted, as she rammed it in an even pace.
It was evident to Jill that Gloria was obtaining a sadistic pleasure in watching her in pain.
"Enjoy yourself," she quipped with heavy sarcasm.
"I alivays do," Gloria smiled knowingly. As she continued ramming away, it was obvious she was trying to get her into an acrobatic fuck position.
"What are you trying to do?" Jill demanded, not understanding at all what she was attempting to do.
"If I can get your pussy a little higher, honey, I can lick it while I fuck your ass-hole. How does that sound?"
"Go ahead, if you can," Jill said, cooperating by thrusting her pelvis forward as far as she could. Suddenly, she realized it was next to impossible and she wanted desperately to give up.
"It can't be done," she complained.
"That's what you think, honey," Gloria smiled as she suddenly got her tongue even with her snatch. She wished she could pump it into her, but she couldn't. The position was simply too confining. However, Jill felt her body trembling as Gloria's tongue lashed lightly over her slit. At the same instant Gloria's hands reached up to grip her bosoms. Now she was getting it everywhere. Her pussy was being licked, while her ass was being fucked. At the same time her bosoms were being toyed with.
"Keep it up," Jill enthused, throwing her legs out and pushing forward as far as she could.
The electrical thrills that shot up and down her body proved to her Gloria knew how to give erotic kicks.
Gloria in the meantime reached from her bosoms to her buttocks. She squeezed her ass cheeks as she continued her bent-over acrobat suck and ass fuck position.
Finally, she pulled out and got to her feet and strode across the room as she unstrapped the dildo.
"What did I tell you, honey?" she smiled. "Isn't that a fabulous way to make it?"
"You bet it is, baby," she agreed.
A moment or two later when she had taken off the dildo and washed it, she came back and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I'm teaching you these things, honey," she said, "so you can participate in the orgy and be sophisticated. I'm sure that Jeff would appreciate your being trained. He'd love to get his cock sucked while he's getting his ass fucked. I will get my charge watching."
"I guess you're a voyeur," Jill said, remembering what she had read about people getting turned on watching.
"A voyeur among other things," Gloria giggled. "You name it, honey, I've got it."
"The whole encyclopedia of sex hang-ups," Jill laughed. "When I finish learning what you are teaching me I will probably be as strung up on sex of all kinds as you are."
"Oh, you're so beautiful," Gloria said softly. "Why don't you just lie there on the edge of the bed and throw your legs up for me, I'll kneel beside the bed and play with your ass while I lick your cunt. I brought some jelly, that I want to apply to your pussy."
"Jelly?" she asked her.
"Certainly, dear," she said, "Don't you remember I told you pussy jelly comes in seven delicious flavors. Raspberry, strawberry, lemon, chocolate, peach, lime, blueberry, take your pick."
"Strawberry would be delicious," Jill suggested.
To her surprise, she came back with a small plastic container holding small size jars of pussy jelly.
"This is fantastic," she laughed, as she looked at the small bottle marked with a big P and a J.
"Pussy Jelly is outselling the regular kind," she said. "They should call it Fucker's Jelly, shouldn't they?"
"No, angel," Jill giggled, "they should call it Sucker's Jelly. Get it?"
"I sure do," she laughed, "and you're going to get this strawberry jelly right up your pussy.
Spread, for me, honey."
Gloria was wasting no time applying the sticky jelly to her vagina. At the same time Jill was enjoying the view from the mirror. She was glad to look at the other woman with her head buried in her crotch, licking away at her strawberry jelly-filled pussy.
"Eat my pussy," she panted, "eat me. Yes, baby, eat my pussy."
The hot tongue surged inside her vagina. Flipping it all around she became more and more stimulated.
"Lick it," Jill demanded, "lick my pretty pussy. Lick it. Get all the strawberry."
Gloria always found eating a woman's snatch one of her most erotic pleasures. She spared nothing as she licked. She was determined that they were going to give Jeff a good time, too. For she was AC/DC. She enjoyed sex both ways and was happy that she could experience all sensations.
Suddenly, she felt her vagina walls gushing. Eagerly licking and lapping she continued until she gushed in her face.
"I'm cuming," she gasped excitedly. "I'm cuming. Eat my pussy. Eat me."
It didn't take long for her to climax three times in a row. Greedily, gladly, Gloria sucked. When she had finished, she licked her lips and smiled.
"Strawberry with pussy juice is a delicious combination," she smiled as she patted her girl friend on the rear.
"We'd better stop this," Jill told her. "We want to be fresh for Jeff, don't we?"
"Certainly, dear," she smiled, "why don't we take a shower together?"
The two women got in the shower together. As Gloria and Jill washed each other down, they giggled and laughed and joked.
"And to think I was one of the most inhibited girls in college," Jill laughed.
"You can't say that anymore," Gloria told her. "I really brought you out, baby. Wasn't it fun?"
"Oh, yes," she agreed. "I'm so grateful you helped me discover myself."
"Funny how we all try to hide from the pleasures that we have every right to enjoy," Gloria told her. "I have dyke friends who are a lot of fun to ball with. But, sad to say they confine their sex to each other. How absurd!"
"Of course," Jill agreed. "The whole sex spectrum is a ball. The more you can do, the more fun you can have."
When the two women had finished showering, they dusted each other off with dusting powder and body cologne.
"We're going to smell like French whores," Jill giggled.
It was good that they had completed their shower and drying off, for the doorbell was ringing.
"I'll get it," Gloria smiled.
"Put some clothes on," Jill insisted.
"I'll open up just an inch," she said, as she hurried to the front door.
Opening it just a crack and leaving the latch on, she put her head to the side and smiled up at Jeff.
"Who is it?" she asked, pretending she didn't know who it was.
"Mr. Stud," he said, "are you ready to take on nine inches?"
"You bet I am," she said, "and you'd better not be lying to me either."
Pulling the latch off the night lock, she let the door swing open. She knew enough to stay behind the door so no one could see her. Once Jeff was in, she locked the door again.
"Jill is getting ready for our party," she explained.
"She doesn't have to dress up," he smiled. "I like it when a gal parades in the buff, like you, baby."
"You don't have to worry about me none," Jill smiled, "I'm as naked as a jay bird."
"I'll take off my clothes, too," Jeff said eagerly.
The school counselor and the gym teacher went over to the young stud and helped him strip.
"Hey, I'm getting a lot of help around here," he laughed.
"You bet your sweet ass you are," she told him. "And why not? You deserve the best. It isn't every day a woman has an opportunity to have sex with someone like you, baby."
They each tugged at his shorts as they undressed him completely. Standing naked before them, he smiled proudly.
"Let's go in the bedroom," he smiled, "and get on the bed and have some good sucks."
Jeff was enjoined to take a shower.
"I'll take a shower," he said, "if you chicks insist."
When Jeff had completed his shower, the girls were eager to explore his body. He got on the bed and at this point Gloria decided she would use some of the pussy jelly.
"I've got a swell idea," she exclaimed, "I'm going to eat your ass out. What kind of pussy jelly would you like me to put up your ass-hole?"
"I don't want any pussy jelly up my ass-hole."
"You'll just have to take it, Jeff," she explained, "they haven't advanced to making ass-hole jelly yet, but they will, in time."
The young boy was amazed when he looked at the various small containers marked PJ. He examined the strawberry and lime and he had difficulty deciding between thgse two and the others.
"I think I'd like the lime," he smiled.
He got on the bed and knew exactly what to do. Parting his legs, he threw them up in the air and immediately Gloria applied some of the lime pussy jelly to his ass-hole with the plastic ladle provided for the pussy.
"It tickles," he complained, as he felt the plastic ladle on his behind.
"I'm almost finished," she told him.
Next, she decided that it wouldn't hurt to apply a bit of strawberry pussy jelly to his cock.
"We both want something sweet to eat," she smiled as she completed preparing him.
"You dames are too much," he chuckled. "You really are."
He was as eager to get his ass sucked out as they were to suck on him.
"Oh, baby," he begged, "hurry up!"
The school counselor and the gym teacher looked at each other. Jill shrugged.
"Which part of him do you want?" she asked.
"Take your pick, dear," she said, "I love his ass and I adore his prick."
It made Jeff beam to have his body made over so much.
"I know it's a very difficult decision, girls," he said, "but hurry up. My prick is ready to explode. My balls can't hold the juice forever."
Just then the phone rang.
"Don't answer it," Gloria told her.
"It might be somebody important," she suggested.
Picking up the phone, she asked, "Hello, who is this?"
"You've just won a year's supply of pet food," a voice said. "That is if you can tell us how much money Grandma Moses made when she sold her first painting."
"Go to hell," she said, "and take your pet food along with you."
She hung up as both Jeff and Gloria sat there, curious to know who she had spoken to on the phone.
"Who was that?" Jeff asked her.
"Just somebody wanting to know how much money Grandma Moses made from selling her first painting," she said. "I would get a year's supply of pet food if I'd known the answer."
"I wouldn't know that," Gloria admitted, "but if they would ask me what Elvis Presley is doing when he is wiggling his pelvis, I could have told them that."
CHAPTER 10
The school counselor, the gym teacher and the stud student were eager for action.
"I'll eat your ass out," Jill smiled, as she got beneath him.
"And I'll suck your cock, honey," Gloria giggled as she straddled his face, pushing her pussy over his mouth.
"This should be fun," he smiled, "I get to eat pussy while my cock is being sucked. And, baby, I hope you enjoy the dessert in my ass."
Jill held his buttocks apart while she brought her face even with his behind. She let her hot tongue lightly lick all around his testicles, stimulating him. In the meantime, Gloria was licking the head of his shaft. Not only did she lick the head of the penis, but she licked up and down the sides of it. As her hot tongue swept this way and that, Jeff wasted nothing in using his tongue on her snatch. He massaged her behind and licked quickly. She loved the feeling of his sticky tongue plunging in and out of her pussy. He was becoming more and more excited every second. He enjoyed the view from where he was. Looking up he could see the crack in her ass and the shape of her. He loved to use his hands on her bottom gingerly gripping her ass cheeks and squeezing and loving them. At the same time he liked to tickle her twat with his tongue. He enjoyed getting her pussy so stimulated she was starting to juice. As the hot tongue surged inside of her juicy vagina, his pace quickened.
"Oh, sweetheart," Gloria told him, "I love it when you flick your tongue across my clit just like that. Lick it, lover, lick it!"
He spared nothing in letting his tongue lash over her clit. His teeth bore down as he gently nibbled.
"Wow!" she panted, "does that ever feel good, baby!" It was obvious to Jill that she had some competition. She decided to combat her competition with a strong defensive action. Licking quickly around his tight anal opening, she suddenly decided she was going to have a taste of him. Plunging her tongue up his ass-hole she could taste the delicious pussy jelly.
"Eat my ass out," Jeff panted, pulling his tongue out of the gym teacher's twat for a moment to tell her. "It feels good when my ass is being sucked, baby. Do me."
The trio was having the time of their lives as they licked and loved and suck on each other's sex organs. Jeff was enjoying it most of all. For he was getting it three ways. His ass being sucked while his cock was being licked and his tongue was slashing deliriously into Gloria's cunt. Every moment brought them all closer to climax. It was not difficult for Jill to see Gloria was getting the best of the deal. She would be getting her mouth full of his thick juicy creamy cum while her own pussy was planted plop over his face. It disturbed her to think she wasn't getting more of the action. However, she controlled herself with the knowledge that soon she would be giving Jeff the suck and fuck action he sought so much. So she contented herself eating out his ass, contemplating the moment when she would be stabbing it with the dildo. She only hoped
Jeff would go along with her request.
Her hot plunging tongue licked all of the pussy jelly from his ass-hole as he began to shoot his thick load into Gloria's sucking mouth. Gloria's cheeks sucked in as she swallowed Jeff's creamy sperm load. It was delicious to her taste and triggered her own cuming. As her pussy juice gushed into his mouth he pressed tightly over her so he wouldn't miss a drop. His hands clasped her ass cheeks as he sucked.
Some of Jeff's cock juice trickled down his long prick. This gave her an opportunity to lick up his joy stick. It was a time of passionate delight for her and she made the most of it.
At last Gloria felt she deserved some sucking, too. Moving her mouth off his cock, she invited her to join him as she went down on his balls and let Jill have his prick in her mouth. There was no reason why she couldn't get some more juice out of his cock if she sucked quickly, she figured. She was correct. For Jeff was eager to make it a double-header.
Plunging forward, he let his cock stab to the back of her throat. Soon he was shooting some more and she was gulping greedily.
All the while that she was sucking his cock, he continued letting his tongue lash away at Gloria's wiggling vagina. Gloria was cuming in multiple orgasms much to his passionate pleasure.
When she had completed sucking off his cock, she moved off.
"That was a lot of fun," Jill laughed.
"I enjoyed it, too," Jeff said. "Orgy action is the most. I feel every young fellow ought to find out how much fun this is."
Gloria felt that it was time for something to eat, which had nothing to do with sex.
"I hope you've got something in the refrigerator," she suggested. "It takes a lot of energy to do all this screwing."
"Sure," she told her, "I've got plenty of food out there."
Jill went to the kitchen and found some cold cuts and salad. She spread them out along with drinks and it was amazing to watch Jeff wolf the food down.
"You sure can eat a lot, Jeff," she laughed.
"Well you sucked the protein out of me," he told her frankly.
"You've got a point there," she agreed.
"I've got a hard-on now," he smiled, "and balls that are going to get loaded once more. How about some more fucking?"
"Just what I had in mind," she assured him.
"Let's adjourn to the bedroom," Gloria suggested, as she was the first one to rise and start walking to the other room.
"She's got a great ass, hasn't she?" Jeff smiled.
"Yes," she replied. "Does it ever tempt you?"
"All the time," he admitted.
Following Gloria, he slapped her buttocks as if he wanted to play there.
"That's a no-no now," Gloria giggled. "I think Jill has some other activity in mind, don't you, Jill?"
Instantly, Jill knew what she was doing. She was setting him up for his ass fuck and his cock suck.
Going into the bedroom, she pulled out the dildo and tossed it to Jill. Jill took it and began strapping it on nonchalantly. Jeff's eyes widened.
"What's that for?" he asked, scratching his head.
"That is for you," Jill smiled.
"For me?" he questioned. "No thanks!"
"You'll love it," she assured him. "That's what you think," he told her with emphasis.
"Be a good sport," Gloria insisted. "Jill has something interesting for you to try. If you'll just flip your legs up so she can stab that plastic prick up your ass-hole, you'll be amazed at how much fun it can be."
"I would be amazed."
He was looking at her as if he was frightened. It amused Jill and Gloria to see the shy, embarrassed and frightened look forming on his face.
"I won't hurt you," she smiled.
Putting his hands protectively about his buttocks he objected.
"Forget it," he demanded. "This is going too far."
"No it isn't lover," Gloria insisted. "Remember how much you've enjoyed screwing my ass-hole?"
"That is different," he told her quickly. "It isn't normal for a guy to get his ass-hole fucked with a dildo."
"Some say it isn't normal for a woman to get it," Gloria giggled. "But we don't pay attention to all of them, do we?"
"Yes," he agreed, "we don't, do we?"
By this time the young boy was so puzzled he was obliged to do most anything. Getting on the bed he finally did as Gloria instructed.
"Just lie on your back, baby," she purred, "and throw those legs up in the air. That's how you do it, honey. Throw them up."
Gloria then instructed Jill to get in position.
"Jill, baby," she suggested, "if you will just move up there and let him throw his legs on your shoulders so you can feed that nice plastic prick to him."
"Certainly," Jill said agreeably.
It became frightfully obvious to him that Gloria was directing.
"What are you gonna get out of this?" he said, turning to look at her as he accommodated by throwing his legs over Jill's shoulders.
"I get to watch an exhibition," she laughed, "and that turns me on."
He looked at her and shook his head.
"I feel like a side-show fucker," he complained, "you know what I mean. Fuck freaks who do anything when they get paid. I don't like it at all."
"You'll just love it when I slip this up there," the school counselor assured the young student as she slid the coated plastic penis into his ass-hole. With a sudden hard jab, it rode all the way up his unwilling rectum.
"Easy does it," she smiled. "That's how it's done."
As the huge plastic penis glided up his tight anal channel he let out a painful groan.
"Did it hurt?" Gloria teased, knowing full well it did hurt and delighted in the fact it did.
"No," he said, "why should it?"
Wincing in pain, his forehead creasing, it was painfully obvious he was not enjoying it at all.
"Relax," Gloria insisted. "You'll enjoy it later."
He didn't reply as he held his breath to ease the pain of the vicious cock stabs. As the dildo continued thrusting he got more and more turned-on.
"How does it feel now, baby?" she asked him.
"Groovy," he told her.
Finally, he discovered what Jill had in mind. She was grasping his penis and pulling it ever closer to her mouth.
"Gonna lick that," she smiled strangely.
He realized it was possible but it would be quite a pull for her to slip her mouth over his shaft. Nevertheless, that was precisely what she was determined to do.
He aided her by pushing forward. As her mouth slipped over his cock, he gasped in pleasure.
"Eat me," he panted, "eat my dick!"
Obeying him, she slid her mouth over his penis shaft and sucked with vigor. He was enjoying it and so was she. The fuck, suck action continued until she could taste his cum.
"Swallow me," he begged, "swallow me. Fuck my ass-hole. Eat my dick. That's it, cock-sucker, suck me. Fuck me!"
He was becoming more and more turned on and so was she.
"Beautiful," he moaned in delight, "just like I like it. Keep it up, baby."
Jill was determined to get her action just like she wanted it. And she held her lips firmly around his penis head while she continued sucking.
"Eat me," he begged, "eat my juicy dick."
Suddenly, his penis exploded in her mouth, sending a hot jet spray of thick creamy cum. Joyously, Jill sucked with vigor and pleasure.
"Eat it," he panted, "eat that juicy dick. That's what I want, baby. Eat my cock."
Jill spared nothing when it came to giving him pleasure. Her hands tugged on his balls as she finished sucking the cream out of his cock. At the same time, her girl friend Gloria amused herself by dipping her fingers in her gash. Going over to the young stud student, she lay down beside him.
"Why don't you play with me?" she smiled. "Your hands are free, honey."
Reaching over, he slid a couple of fingers in her pussy. It appealed to her to have him toy with her vagina like this. It was strange, she thought to herself, how much pleasure there was to be derived from this kind of sex. Nevertheless, she didn't question, she just enjoyed.
"Jab it up there," she panted excitedly. "That's what I want. Keep it going, baby. Don't stop now. More, baby, more."
He knew what she wanted as he had played with her pussy enough times to know. He pinched her clit and made her squeal with delight.
"You're hurting me," she panted, "but it hurts good, honey."
That's what he thought she'd say. He went on slipping his fingers back and forth over her clit, giving her the pleasure she sought so anxiously.
He knew that he would have her juicing soon and he was eager to eat her. However, a new idea dawned on him. Wouldn't it be fun, he thought to himself, to watch Jill eat Gloria's box.
"Eat her box, Jill baby," he smiled.
Pulling her mouth off his prick, Jill moved over to Gloria's snatch. Bowing her head over her vagina, she licked in sudden short strokes.
"Eat me, baby," she begged, "yes, baby. I love it. Eat me."
She enjoyed watching Jill lose all of her inhibitions and go down on her. Her hot tongue was pumping vigorously in her vagina, lashing at her clit like a pro.
"Nibble the love button, baby," she suggested softly. "Oh, yes, right there. More, baby, more. Keep that up. Yes, yes, I want that."
It was getting young Jeff's cock hard just watching. He knew what he wanted. He wanted Jill's behind. He had never fucked her ass-hole and he figured it would be nice and tight.
"I'm cuming," Gloria panted, as she gushed. "Suck my pussy. Suck me, baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep licking. Don't stop now."
Passionately, the tongue continued pumping into her. She was enjoying it so much now she could hardly stand it.
"Lick it," she demanded in a dyke voice. "Lick my pussy. Lick my juicy pussy."
How Jill licked Gloria's pussy. When she had finished she moved away and that was the time for young Jeff to move on top of her.
"I'm ready to roll," he said. "Roll over and let me do your ass."
Jill was on the defensive now.
"You're not going to put that big thing up my ass-hole," she complained. "No, Jeff, please no!"
"You rode that dildo up mine," he told her.
She had nothing to do now but turn over. He didn't even allow her time to unstrap the dildo she was wearing.
"Let me take this dildo off," she complained.
"No, I want it now," he insisted.
"You don't even have any grease on your cock," she complained. "Use some oil, use anything!"
"I'll use my own spit," he told the counselor.
Spitting in his hand he massaged it over his penis. Now he was ready and eager to give her something she would never forget. The slippery cock drove up between her ass cheeks and then Jeff stabbed forward without mercy.
"Fuck," he gasped excitedly, "fuck, baby. Fuck. That's it. Keep your tail twisting. Fuck it, baby. Fuck it."
Jill ground her hips around while Gloria watched. Gloria was enjoying every moment of it. She figured she had to get into the act, too and she slid underneath Jill. With her hands on her waist, she brought her mouth even with her pussy and licked her slit. In hot, fiery tongue lashes, she pumped back and forth. Gloria was enjoying it more every moment now.
"Keep it up," she begged him, "yes, baby, do it. like that. Now you're loving me. Oh, honey, I can't stand it."
With passionate frenzy, the two of them were going to town now. Young Jeff pumping his hard cock up the school counselor's ass-hole while the gym teacher ate her box. It was an exciting sight to watch as Jill glanced in the mirror. She found she was deriving great pleasure from seeing the three-way activity. She enjoyed the sight of the huge slick cock as it pulled way out of her ass-hole and pumped way back. She loved the feel of the bouncing balls as the young stud fucked.
"Fuck it," he gasped loudly. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Twist your tail. That's it! Now we're fucking."
His balls slapped rhythmically on her buttocks as she twisted and turned and churned to give him the thrills he wanted.
Meantime, the gym teacher, Gloria, was enjoying her position. Her hot tongue licked and lashed at her clit until she felt herself juicing. As she juiced, Jeff came, too.
"I'm shooting it up your ass-hole," he panted, as he pumped. "Grind it. Milk me. Milk my prick."
He didn't pull out of her behind until he had completed shooting his rocks off. Then he pulled much too quickly. It hurt.
"You don't have to be so mean about it," she complained. "It hurt like the devil when you took your prick out of me."
"Sorry, baby," he said in a joking tone, indicating he wasn't sorry at all.
Gloria pulled away from below her and lay there panting.
"What a good time we're having," she laughed. "This is what I call a real fucking, sucking orgy."
"You can say that again," Jeff smiled. "It's a shame the faculty couldn't watch us at playtime."
"That'll be the day," Gloria giggled. "They'd tar and feather us if they saw what we were doing with a young innocent boy like you."
Even though what Gloria was saying was in jest, it gave pause for thought to Jill.
"I don't think they would appreciate it," she said, going to fix herself a drink.
As she fixed her drink, Jeff asked for one, too.
"Remember me," Gloria chimed in. "I want some more booze."
CHAPTER ll
Sunday morning Jill was so stoned she could hardly get up. However, Gloria got up first and pulled up the window shade. The light seemed to blind her as it filtered through the curtains.
"Why did you have to do that in the middle of the night?" Jill complained.
"It isn't the middle of the night, doll face," she told her, "it's eleven-thirty."
"I'm going to miss going to church today," she said.
"You'd have a lot of confessing to do," Gloria laughed.
"Don't laugh," Jill said, "I may have a lot of confessing to do some day and I don't think it's funny."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I mean," Jill warned her. "Kids have a way of talking. Their egos get involved with what they do. You know that. Have you ever listened to men talk in a bar about their conquests?"
"Certainly I have," Gloria assured her. "It's terribly disgusting and boring. I'll never forget one man who used to brag about all of the women he had balled with. His name was Jimmie, and everyone suspected that Jimmie was a virgin. One day when a hustler came in, the men pooled their money and paid her a hundred dollars to tell Jimmie that he turned her on. They wanted her to report blow by blow everything that happened in bed with him. Jimmie fell for it and followed her to her apartment. When he got there she had to undress him. And when she pulled out his cock she couldn't bring it to life. The poor thing sucked on it, but Jimmie was a limp dick. I guess he was impotent or something. He made her promise that she would never tell. Of course, she had to as that's what she'd been paid to do. Jimmie almost committed suicide when the guys discovered he was indeed a virgin and now impotent."
"You have a warped sense of humor," Jill told her.
"You sound awfully grumpy this morning," Gloria told her. "You certainly were enjoying yourself last night. You haven't thanked me yet for arranging the orgy."
"I don't know whether to thank you or not," she told her flatly.
"Thank me, dear," she told her. "You can be glad that I did introduce you."
Gloria decided it was best td go fix some breakfast for her friend. It was obvious she wasn't feeling too well. When Jill smelled the coffee brewing, it did help matters. She called out to Gloria to bring some into the bedroom.
"Why should I wait on you?" Gloria kidded her. "You're not my lover. You're just a casual acquaintance."
"Does a gal have to be a lover of yours to rate a cup of coffee?" Jill asked seriously.
Bringing the coffee to her with the sugar and cream, Gloria observed, "You don't have any sense of humor at all. You should develop it."
"I'm developing every sex muscle," she smiled, "I suppose I should work on my funny bone, too."
After breakfast the two women parted. Jill decided that she had to speak with someone about her problem but she didn't know who to turn to. There was an old boyfriend, Howard Harver, that used to mean a lot to her. She decided to visit Howard if she could find him at home. Fortunately, he was home doing some work on his car.
"I'm really busy, baby," Howard told her.
"You don't know how much I need to talk to somebody," she informed him.
"All right," he agreed, "but I don't know how I can help you. You say you've got a problem and you are supposed to be a woman who knows the answers to all problems."
"Today the school counselor needs counseling," she told him.
"Sounds serious," he said. "You'd better come over."
She dressed up but not too much as she didn't want to turn Howard on. When she got to his place, it appeared he was expecting to solve her problems with booze and sex. For he had the bed all unturned and was sitting there in his shorts.
"Do you always yell 'Come in' to a woman when you're half naked?" she asked him.
"I'm horny as hell from not getting any sex last night," he complained.
"Too bad," she said. "It's funny how some people get too much and some people get too little."
As soon as she said too much, his ears perked up.
"Don't tell me you've been screwing around?" he said. "Remember what a prude you were in college?"
"Yes, I do, regretfully," she said.
"Why do you say regretfully?" he asked.
"Because I've discovered that it's worse to get too much than too little. It can pose awful problems."
"Who are you screwing with?" he laughed. "The principal?"
"No," she admitted, quite frankly. "Just everybody from the girls' gym teacher to all of the young well-hung boys that come to me for help."
"Wow!" he laughed.
"It's true," she said, "and I'm only telling you, Howard, because I've got to tell somebody. I will burst if I don't."
"Well I'll burst if you don't blow me," he said, "how'd it be if you gave me a cock suck and we could talk about this later?"
"Oh, you're all alike," she said nervously. "You can never think of anything except your sex organs. There are other things."
"But not as much fun," he insisted.
To his surprise, Howard meant what he was saying. He began pulling down his shorts and stroking himself.
"Stop that," she complained.
"You do it for me, honey," he said. "You could do it an awful lot better."
"Howard," she said, "I guess I might as well. I've been playing around with everyone else's cock, I might as well give you some fun, too."
"You actually went with a gym teacher?" he said. "Some lesbian dyke? That's really something."
"I guess it is," she said. "I need to go to a counselor."
"Don't go anywhere now except down on me," he smiled as she reached for his cock and began stroking. Howard suggested that he pull out of his shorts completely.
"Certainly," she said, "and I know what you'll want next."
"Mind reader," he teased her.
"You don't have to read tea leaves to tell what men want when they're sitting there bare ass naked with their big old cock flicking up in your face."
He was pleased that she could take it as calmly as she was. For many times Howard had tried to put the make on her in college. However, he had met with no success. He couldn't help admire the fact that Jill was giving him a great hand job.
"I like those rapid hand movements you're making on my pecker," he told her.
She was pumping vigorously now and he was becoming more and more excited.
"Keep that up," he begged her. "Yes, baby, just like that. Now you're doing it. Oh, yes, I love that."
Faster and faster her hand moved over his cock. She was enjoying herself enormously as he continued.
"Pull on it, baby," he panted, "that's the way to do it. Pull the pecker."
She enjoyed seeing the head of it get larger and swell as she pumped.
"Now lick it with your tongue," he enthused.
Bending over she let her pink tongue lash at his cock head. It quivered as her tongue flipped over its slippery surface.
"Eat me," he begged, "eat my prick!"
She sucked on his cock and she enjoyed it. However, she wanted to give Howard something wild, something different. Slipping her mouth off his cock, she asked him with an innocent expression, "Do you have any honey in the house?"
"Honey?" he said, "well sure I do. What do you want it for?"
"You'll find out, baby," she told him. "Go get the honey."
"Do you expect me to eat your pussy with honey in it?" he smiled broadly.
"Don't ask such questions," she chided him. "Just do as I say."
Howard got off the bed and went to the kitchen. While he was gone, she stripped. When he got a look at her well-formed bosoms which were developing more with more loving, he flipped out.
"You're a knock-out, babe," he said. "You're better looking than ever."
"Thank you, Howard," she smiled proudly. "I guess these bosoms are beautiful, aren't they?"
"You bet, baby," he assured her.
He was only too eager to lick them. However, she had other ideas.
"I will show you what a professional lover I am, if you'll give me the honey."
Handing her the honey, he marveled at the dictatorial way she had of telling him what to do.
"You're learning bad manners from that dyke you're running around with," he said. "I don't want you telling me what to do."
"But, baby," she caressed him with her voice. "All I want to do is eat your ass out with honey on it. Pretty please!"
"Wowie!" Howard enthused. "Any time, baby."
He got on the bed and surprised her. He bent over on all fours and told her to go ahead and stick the honey up his ass-hole and squeeze it.
Putting the plastic nozzle of the honey container up his behind, she squeezed. Then getting behind, she let her tongue lash around his tight anal opening.
"Do me," he begged, "do me with your tongue, baby. Yes. Eat my sweet ass out."
She vigorously licked all around his tight ass-hole and then stiffening, stabbed her tongue up his rectum. He loved the feel of the tongue jabbing up there.
"Oh, yes, baby," he panted, "I love it. Do it, Just like that, baby."
The hot tongue plunged up his ass-hole as her hands massaged his buttocks. He had never had a woman go so wild for him. Wiggling his butt, her tongue continued stabbing up his ass-hole, giving him the tongue fucking of his life.
"Now, sweetheart," she said as she pulled her tongue out of his ass-hole, "I want you on your back so I can give you an exceptional rim and jerk job."
He wasted no time in turning over. He wanted to give her a chance to do anything she could to excite and ignite his passion. As he lay on his backside, she reached up to grip a pillow and wad it up to slip it under his buttocks. Resting comfortably on the pillow, his ass was in place for more suck action. Her tongue swept around his ass-hole while her hand reached forward to grip his huge penis.
"Rim me," he demanded, "rim my ass, baby. Yes, baby, rim my hot ass-hole."
While her tongue lavishly swept around his behind, her hand gripped his pulsating penis and pulled with vigor and momentum.
"That's great," he enthused. "Keep that up. Don't stop for nothing, baby. Somebody sure has trained you good."
She would tell him later the details of her sexual adventures. However, she was going to confine her activity now to giving him her mouth action.
Pulling her tongue from his ass-hole she licked up to his balls. Then she let her mouth open and played with his balls with her tongue. He trembled to her tongue touch as she licked. She was keeping her eye on the top of his cock. That was her destiny. To cup his cock head with her mouth and find out what he tasted like.
"Put your mouth over it," he insisted. "I'm gonna explode, baby, if you don't."
That was the last thing she wanted to happen. She was eager to find out what he would taste like. Lavishly licking the shaft, she came to the top of his cock and swiftly slid her mouth over it.
"Suck me," he begged, "suck me!"
It excited her imagination to have him beg for it the way that he did.
"It's delicious, baby," he said, "full of vitamins. Keep it up, baby. It's cream. Straight from my cock."
She knew that. Brewed in his balls, and served steaming hot shot from his prick.
"Oh," he groaned as his body writhed on the bed. She had to hold his thighs to keep him still as she sucked away. Once her mouth slipped off his shaft and she was afraid his penis would explode. However, she grabbed his prick and slid her mouth over it quickly again saving that magic moment.
"I'm cuming," he gasped, as he felt her hot mouth over him once more. "Eat me. Eat my cock. Eat my juicy prick!"
His sperm tasted wonderful to her. Sweet and creamy and thick! She loved to sniff of his pubic hair and his loins as she took him in.
"You're a real nympho," he panted. "Eat my prick. Eat it. You're crawling all over me like a monkey. Suck it. Suck that cock load."
She got more juice out of his cock as she continued licking away.
Finishing, she slid off and slapped his behind playfully.
"I never had a woman go after me like that," he said.
"Glad you enjoyed it," she replied.
She rested her head on his thigh and enjoyed the view. Slipping her hand under his bottom she gripped him.
"You're a handsome man," she told him.
"I'm glad you're finding that out."
"I don't know what was wrong with me in college," she admitted.
"You were afraid," he said. "I guess it was that mother you had who was always telling you, you'd probably get pregnant."
"I didn't want to take the pill," she admitted.
"You don't have to worry about getting babies doing it the way you're doing it now," he teased her.
"Honey, I like it every which way," she said. "My sex spectrum is wide, if you know what I mean."
"I'm finding out fast," he assured her.
"Who taught you all this?" he asked curiously.
"I wasn't kidding," she told him flatly. "I've had sex with a lot of my students. They said they needed some action and I was there and I turned them on."
"You're kidding," he said seriously. "I can't believe it."
"I got carried away," she admitted.
"I should say you did. Did you ever think of the consequences?"
"No," she admitted, "I haven't thought of the consequences."
"Well it might do you good to take pause for thought," he warned her. "It could be serious."
"You mean if their parents found out."
"Not just parents," he said, "what about the principal? The school board? You're giving them a black eye."
"Am I really?" she asked. "In one sense I can understand what you're talking about. But in a deeper more meaningful sense, I'm doing them a service."
"A service?" he asked, wonder what strange detours her reasoning was taking from the truth of the fact she was a molester.
"Those boys must have some sexual outlet. They have three choices. Their own hand, which is boresome. Another fellow which is unthinkable. And getting some young girl pregnant, which is deplorable."
"I see what you've done," he laughed. "You've stacked the deck. You're saying that the only way that the boys at your school who are horny and hot can satisfy themselves is with you."
"Or some older woman like me," she said. "A sophisticated woman who can teach them the fine nuances of sex."
"All of the dirty tricks of sex," he laughed at her. "Jill, you're kidding yourself. You're looking at the world through rose-colored glasses."
"Am I?" she asked seriously.
"I'm afraid you are," he warned her, "and you'd better stop horsing around with molesting charges before it's too late."
CHAPTER 12
That was the last thing Jill cared to hear. She went home that evening and felt tormented. She was all alone now and could hardly stand it. She hated to be alone. Yet, there was no one she could reveal her troubled secrets to. For when she told them, they recoiled from her as if she was a leper. The only thing she could do was drink to forget. And drink she did. Pouring herself a double shot of bourbon she sadly recounted everything that had happened. She thought of the very first time when she might have resisted Fred. But Freddie was apparently her downfall. First one and then the other. It reminded her of a story she read about a murderer. A man who killed sixteen people. He said that the first one he killed was the only one that gave him a problem. After that, it was simple. He had to continue killing to cover up. It was the same with her, she thought to herself. She had to keep having sex to cover up what she was doing. This was hit home very forcefully the following week when a young student came in to talk to her.
"Good afternoon," he smiled shyly.
"Good afternoon, young man," she said quietly. "And your name is?"
"Alan," he said, "Alan Baker."
"Alan," she said, "what can I do for you ? "
"Plenty from what I've been hearing," he said in a soft voice that indicated exactly what he had in mind.
"I think we had better discuss this at another time, another place," she said quickly.
He nodded. "Will you give me your phone number?" he asked. "I can call you at home and set something up."
"Would you mind telling me who recommended me for giving you help?" Jill asked suspiciously.
Suddenly, she thought it might be a trap. This bothered her and she wanted to make sure it was one of her regular student lovers who had recommended her to Alan.
"Freddie," he said, "and Jeff is a buddy of mine, too."
"Apparently the grape vine is functioning very well around here," she smiled.
"I'll say it is," he told her.
He was getting so hot looking at her that she was worried. She was hoping that he wouldn't expect her to do something in her office. That had to end.
"I want to ask you something," she said, "what is really the talk about me?"
"They say you're a teacher who needs a lot of fucks. That you're looking for well-hung young studs. Some of the gals around here are getting jealous. They figure you're competition."
"We'd better discuss this later," she told him. She heaved a sigh of relief as Alan walked out.
The rest of the day went well. She was able to maintain a professional front and was grateful that no other students came to her asking for sex.
"Alan," she said, as she answered the phone, "I guess you want to come over."
"I sure do," he said. "Will you suck ass for me, too?"
"I don't like to talk about such things on the phone."
"I read you," he said. "Just give me your address and I'll come over."
She gave him her address and half an hour later Alan showed up at her door. She decided that she would try to talk him out of it if she could. She didn't slip into any negligee or sexy garment, but remained dressed.
"Why don't you have your clothes off?" he asked immediately.
"Why should I?" she insisted in knowing.
"You're not gonna treat me any different than the others, are you?"
"Do you believe all that gossip?" she asked, trying to lead him along.
"Sure I do," he said. "Jeff and Freddie don't lie to me."
"Let's not say they lie," she said, glancing away evasively, "let's say they exaggerate."
"Get your clothes off," he said, "we've got a lot of loving to do."
"When you ask for it like that," she said nervously her lower lip quivering, "it isn't love you're talking about. It's sex."
"You didn't fuck Freddie because you loved him," he exclaimed. "You made it with Freddie because he was well hung. And that's why you went down on Jeff and ate his ass out and everything."
"It's so nice of them to say things like that," she said, still trying to put up a defense. But Alan wasn't having any of it. He got to his feet and walked over to her chair and stood there smiling, as he slowly unzipped his fly. Reaching in, he pulled out his penis and slowly began stroking it.
"Does it get you hungry?" he smiled.
She glanced away, trying to pay no attention to him. But the boy was so insistent. He reached in and pulled out his balls and nodded.
"Let it all hang out, like the saying goes," he chuckled as he pulled back and forth.
Coming over to her chair he took his hand off his cock and it stood straight up stiffly.
"At least give me a hand job," he insisted.
Finally, reluctantly, she reached up and gripped his penis. The moment her hand touched it, she felt her heart pounding faster and the same old lusty desire surging through her. She had to have him. Bending over, she let her tongue sweep over the head of his cock shaft.
"Lick it," he insisted, "go ahead and lick my cock."
Her tongue swept over the head of his penis as the boy moved in closer. She loved the sight of his huge balls and she could hardly wait to suck him off.
"I'm gonna feed you," he said. "What do you want, baby ? You like to get fed cum, don't you?"
He gloated over the counselor who was moving back and forth over the length of his shaft.
"Oh, baby," he said, "you're a wild woman."
He let her do it a few moments and then he pulled away.
"Why did you do that?" she demanded.
"Cause I don't want you to quit," he said, "and once you get your mouth full of my cum maybe you won't do everything I ask you to. You're hooked on my sperm."
"Am I?" Jill asked her student lover.
"Sure you are," he said, "that's why you suck on my prick. You want to get your mouth full of my cum. Let's go into the bedroom."
Turning about, he walked to the bedroom. He was a strange looking sight with his cock standing in front of him as he walked away from her. Getting to her feet as if hypnotized by his words, she followed. Once in the bedroom, he began stripping. She watched him taking off his clothes and got more and more excited as more and more of his naked body came into view.
When he was completely naked, she was eager to get involved with him.
"You look so good," she said, "I just want to love you. I want to love you everywhere."
"I'm yours, baby," he smiled. "You know where I want you to love me first."
She knew only too well. He got on the bed and instantly she got him in the position she wanted him.
"Roll over on your stomach, sweetheart," she told him.
Alan rolled over on his stomach. Her hands began massaging his back while she brushed her bosoms back and forth across his ass cheeks. Alan loved the feel of her erect nipples as they stiffened while she brushed his buttocks.
"You've got talent," he said, "it's going to waste in that school counselor's job."
He was grinning at her now and she knew he was getting hotter and hotter.
"Lick my ass," he insisted.
Gripping his left buttock, the school counselor started tongue lashing her young student's behind. He loved the sensation of her tongue sweeping over his ass. She reached with her fingers to his prostate gland and massaged him there.
"Keep that up," he begged her. "I like that. Yes, keep doing that."
She let her tongue lick from one buttock to the other. Then she crushed her bosoms hard on his ass cheeks as she explained what she wanted him to do.
"I want you to arch your ass up and get on your knees. That will put me in a good position to eat your ass out."
"Sure, baby," he told her.
When he was on his knees with his upraised buttocks, she gripped him. She held onto his ass as she buried her face in his behind. Her tongue stiffened and stabbed and lashed around his ass-hole. With a quick thrust, she jabbed up him.
"Keep that up," he panted, as he felt her tongue fucking his ass-hole.
Reaching around him, she gripped his penis and began pulling. As she pulled his cock with a hard beat, she watched his balls swelling and jiggling. It was a delightful sight and it stimulated her to the point where she felt her pussy moistening.
"Fuck my ass," he panted, "stab your tongue up there. All the way. I want it. Keep doing it."
He was begging her now and she was only too glad to accommodate him.
"Eat my ass out," he begged. "Eat it. Suck ass. Keep that up, baby. Suck me. I want it. Yes. Eat my ass out."
He was going out of his mind with pleasure and passionate frenzy as she sucked away. It wouldn't be much longer now and she knew where she would move. She wanted to be under him with his eyes straddling her so she could play with his ass while he fucked her face. Pulling her tongue from his ass-hole she asked him to raise his leg so she could get underneath him.
"Sure," he said, "any time."
She gripped his thighs and held on while she watched his buttocks pumping up and down as he drove his dick into her mouth. She enjoyed the sight of his saliva-slickened cock as he pulled it way in and thrust it way back.
"Yes, baby," he begged. "Do me. All the way. Keep it up. Yes, that's what I want. Don't stop now. Keep it up."
She continued stimulating him with the tip of her tongue on the head of his cock. Then he could stand it no longer and knew he had to get his gun off. Ramming it with vigorous force he jabbed it down her throat.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly, "I'm cuming. Get me. Eat me."
The passionate frenzy with which he went after her was driving her out of her mind. She enjoyed the fact that his balls were bouncing on her chin. She liked the sight of his ass going up and down as he thrust. More than that, she enjoyed the fact he was uninhibited. Young, hot-blooded, and completely uninhibited. She was experiencing the kind of sex that could only satisfy her now. She wanted young horny boys. She enjoyed their thick creamy cum. It tasted better to her than older men whose cum was thin.
"Suck my meat," he panted, "go get my juice. Suck me. Suck that cock off. Suck it, baby, suck it."
He continued jabbing into her until his cock exploded.
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "I'm cuming. Eat my cock. Eat my prick!"
The hot white cream jetted down her throat as she gulped.
She squeezed his ass cheeks as she sucked his cock off. Finishing, she slid off. He rolled over and lay there.
"You were all they said you were and more."
"Glad you enjoyed it."
"I'm gonna make Lexie eat my ass yet," he said, "that is after I get her to go down on my dick."
Startled to hear that his girl friend wouldn't accommodate his lusty desires, she asked him why.
"It's a puzzle to me," he said. "She digs it when I eat her pussy. Why isn't it fair if she eats my dick."
"I should think so," the school counselor told the student. "That is alarming. Apparently, she is spoiled."
"How do you mean?"
"She loves to have her body licked and sucked on but she doesn't want to give you a fair exchange. If she did, she would be glad to go down on your cock and suck you off."
Turning away for a moment Alan mowed that over in his mind. Then he looked back to her and focused his eyes on hers.
"You're so right," he said. "Now I'm gonna tell her I won't eat her pussy any more if she won't suck my cock off. That's easy."
"You see I helped you," she said. "Usually a school counselor offers her answers to problems in an office. I supply mine on a bed."
He laughed as he looked at her. Reaching over, he began playing with her breasts and reached down with one hand to her pussy.
"My, but you're an explorer," she said, "you're all hands, aren't you, Alan?
"Most gals say I got four hands instead of two," he admitted.
"Well it's the truth," she said, "I don't think there's anywhere where you haven't felt."
"Your toes," he chuckled. "Hey, the toes, that reminds me. My brother who served in
Vietnam had a chick suck on his toes. He said it was tremendous. Had to pay more."
"I suppose it's rather humiliating to suck on toes," she said. "I haven't done that."
"Do you think it's beneath you to suck on my toes?" he asked.
"Not exactly," she said, "but there are a few portions of the anatomy that I haven't licked or sucked on."
"Well that's too bad," he said. "I want you to go down on my big toe. Isn't it sexy?"
"Yes, it is, now that you mention it," Jill said, putting him on.
Licking down his inner thigh and not neglecting his calf, she came to his foot. Making a tiny tongue trail to his large toe, she suddenly sucked it into her mouth. She sucked on it as if it were a penis about to explode. He did get a charge out of that and played with her breasts while she sucked on his toe.
"Eat my toe off," he chuckled, "eat it, baby. It's gonna explode like a pistol.
Sex had become a game to Alan. There wasn't anything that he didn't want to do.
"Keep it up," he said, "go down to the little toe."
Her mouth moved from the big toe to the little toe. She sucked on every one of them and started on the other foot. Alan was indeed enjoying himself. Then she lifted his leg and licked the underside of his calf, his inner thigh and back to his balls. Pulling his balls with her lower lip, she sucked on both of them. He loved the feeling of her mouth and tongue caressing his balls.
"Beautiful," he enthused, as the sexual ecstasy tingled up and down his spine.
When she released his balls, she looked up at him.
"The view from down here is great," she grinned.
"Why don't you hop on it?" he asked her. "Ride my prick."
Jill figured it might be fun. Gripping his cock, she straddled him and pushed her pussy down over his shaft. As she felt his penis slide into her pussy, she gripped it and squeezed.
"Keep it up," he begged, "like that. You're doing it now. Just like I like it. Keep it up."
It was an erotic moment for her. She was becoming more and more excited as he continued jabbing into her. As her breasts jiggled up and down while she pumped his penis in her pussy, Alan reached up to play with both of them.
"These fascinate me," he said. "I don't know why, but they do. I love the soft silky touch of them. And it's fun to watch the nipple get erect when you get stimulated."
"You're an instinctive Romeo," she chuckled. "Keep fucking, baby."
Alan's jabbing cock was about to explode.
"You're quite a pistol fucker," she laughed, as she vigorously gripped his sliding tool in her tight twat and pumped back as he thrust forward.
Suddenly, she felt herself gushing. "I'm cuming," she panted, "I'm there, baby. Oh, wow!"
As the hot juice shot into her, she was out of control with delight.
"Fuck it," she panted, "fuck, baby, fuck it. Fuck, fuck, fuck it!"
The hot juice trilled her. And when he shot his wad, she squeezed it, milking it. He was amazed what a fuck machine she was.
"Jill, baby," he panted, "you're a fucking machine. That's what you are. You should hire out."
"Maybe I should," she said, "you know put a hundred dollars in the cunt and it wiggles."
"That's what those gals get," he said, "and it's worth it, too. If I had a hundred bucks I'd pay it for a good screw with some dame."
"Sure, baby," she said, "and the ass suck is twenty-five bucks extra."
"I'd pay that, too, and I'd tip her," he said as he finished shooting his load.
When he had completed cuming, the school counselor slid off him.
"Would you like a drink, Alan?" she said.
"I sure would," he said. "Do you have any beer around here?"
"Sure do," she told him.
She fixed a bourbon and Seven for herself and handed him a beer when she returned a few moments later. As they sat there drinking, he told her what a fantastic fuck she was and it excited her to get complimented so completely.
"Nobody's that good," she said, "you were just hungry for some action."
"I mean it," he said. "I've fucked some swinging chicks. And I've made it with a couple teachers, too, but you've got the best action of all. There's nothing you won't do, is there?"
"I'm afraid there isn't," she said sadly, as she sipped her drink and looked down to the floor. The old guilt was surfacing now.
CHAPTER 13
At the end of the semester Jill receive a surprise. The principal called her to come into his office.
"I hope I'm not interrupting any student consultation," he began.
"As a matter-of-fact," she smiled, "I was free this period."
"Good," the principal continued, "I want to talk to you about something."
"Go right ahead," she said, trying to conceal her nervousness as best she could.
"It's been called to my attention that you are a very popular school counselor," he began.
"I'm happy to hear that," she said, forcing a smile.
"I'm puzzled," he said. "As a matter-of-fact it seems that more male students come to you for counseling help than any other counselor we've ever had."
"That's amazing," she said. "I don't know why."
"What is the secret of your success?" he finally asked, focusing his eyes on her.
"I'm sure I don't know," she said, adjusting her dress so that it covered her knees.
"You certainly dress modestly," he observed. "And you always seem to know the answers to their problems. For I haven't had any complaints. I have heard rumors."
She didn't say a word as she wanted him to do the talking. She was certain that it was just suspicion based on jealousy and she still felt safe and secure.
"It isn't pleasant to talk to you like this," he admitted.
"Go right ahead," she said. "I'm sure that the fact that I'm very popular might cause some people around here to be a little jealous. It's understandable. Human nature. As a counselor I understand that."
"Maybe it's more than jealousy," he said, sternly, getting down to business.
"I don't know what you mean."
"I hope you don't," he said quietly. "But if what I have heard from the student underground is true, you're in deep trouble."
"I tell all of the people I counsel not to listen to petty gossip."
That put the principal in his place and fast. She had zapped him and he knew it.
"Yes, of course," he said, realizing how futile it was to get the goods on her without actual evidence and only hearsay.
"Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?"
"For now," he said, giving her a knowing glance.
"Certainly," she replied.
It was becoming clear to her that she had to be more careful.
"I'd better run along now," she said, "because I do have an appointment slated."
"Yes, of course," he said, "I know you're very busy."
The way his eyebrows knitted in his forehead told her he was terribly suspicious She played it cool and was determined he would never find out. After all, she reasoned, the gym teacher, Gloria, had gotten by for some time. She could, too.
As she walked into the office, the principal's secretary looked at her with a strange smile.
"How goes it?" she asked evenly.
"Just fine, thank you," she said, never once betraying her disgust over the interview with the principal.
When she got to her appointment, she was surprised. For the girl who was waiting for her was glaring.
"What was your name, dear?" she asked her, having forgotten it momentarily.
"Laura," she said, "Laura Thompson."
"And what is your problem, Laura?" she asked her.
"My boyfriend," she said, "is expecting too much from me."
"That's too bad," she sympathized. "Would you explain?"
"Yes, I could," she said, "but I don't know as you will be able to help me."
"Try me," she smiled.
"It's a very difficult story for me to tell," Laura said quietly. "It's my boyfriend," she explained. "He is asking me to do things that no decent girl would do."
"like what?" the school counselor asked innocently.
"For one thing," she said, "he's been asking me to go down on him."
"I'm not sure I quite understand what you mean," Jill said quickly.
Jill studied the girl and wondered if she was trying to trap her. She felt that it would be better not to say that she knew what she was talking about. For then it might appear she was very loose in her moral outlook.
"Going down means sucking cock" she said.
"You did put that rather bluntly, didn't you?" the school counselor said, glancing nervously about.
"That's the only way to talk," she said. "We kids aren't hypocrites. Your generation is."
"I'm not that far from your generation, dear," she looked at the girl.
"I simply refused," she said, "my mother has taught me a thing or two about sex."
"Go on," she said, "it's nice to hear someone who has moral values."
"You can count on me for that," the girl continued, "but I wish I could count on some other women for a shred of moral fiber. He's found some woman who will not only suck his cock off and lick his balls, but eat his ass out, too. Can you imagine such a thin?? ? "
"Whisper," the school counselor said, "I'd hate to have anyone going by hear what you're saying."
"It is remarkable," she said, "that any woman would stoop to such a thing. Now, Alan is impossible. I wish I could find the bitch who went down on him."
All at once the school counselor realized the girl was speaking of her. Her heart pounded rapidly and she felt her forehead begin to perspire.
"This is a very intimate personal matter," she said quickly, "and I don't know what help I can offer."
"Well I thought maybe you could get him in here and try to zap him and find out who that woman is. If I knew who she was I could tear her eyes out or something."
"That wouldn't be the best thing to do at all," she said. "You have no right to think that way. If that woman and that young man want to have something to do together, isn't that their business?"
"Except for one thing," she laughed, "he's fucking some older woman and I want to put an end to it. He's a minor. She's taking advantage of him."
"Is she forcing him?" she asked defensively.
"Certainly," she replied, "she's luring him to her den of iniquity. My mother says so and so does the preacher."
"You've discussed this with your mother and the preacher, too?"
"What else could I do?" she said, pulling out a handkerchief and starting to cry. "I love him."
"I'm glad that you do," she said, "but apparently he doesn't feel the same urges that you feel. If this compulsion overtakes him he simply will have to express it with whomever."
"No, he doesn't," she said. "Alan and I are going steady."
"Are you?"
The school counselor raised an eyebrow as the girl pointed to a small pin that signified she was indeed going steady.
"Maybe you should break up with him," she suggested, trying to think of anything that she could to get the girl off her back.
"Never," she said, "who was it that said 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' I don't know, but it's true."
"You shouldn't take this so intensely, dear," the school counselor suggested. "You're far too serious about it all."
"Yes, I am," she said, "because he's quit dating me. He broke off with me."
"But you're still wearing the steady pin," she observed.
"Yes," she admitted, "because I wouldn't give it back to him."
"Oh, I see," she said, "now what is it exactly that you expect me to do?"
"You get him in here and find out who that woman is," she said, "then I'll know how good you are at your job. You're here to help us kids."
"That would be a very difficult thing to do," she said quickly.
"That's what I want you to do," she said, "because if you can find out for me I will know how to handle her. Now it's a shot in the dark. I don't know who it is. But it's driving me wacky because he says he's gonna go to her place tonight and have sex with her."
"I see," the school counselor said, knowing that Alan no doubt would be calling her.
"Can't you help me?" the girl sobbed.
"Yes," she said, "I will do everything in my power to find out from him. You just have to give matters like this time."
"I can't wait much longer," the girl said, "it's driving me buggy. Can't you see?"
"I can see you're upset," the school counselor observed. "Maybe you should go to a movie or something. But I wouldn't run around telling everyone the things that you're going through. It's not a pretty picture you paint, dear."
"It's not a pretty world we live in," she snapped, "a bitch like that taking advantage of a young boy. He's mine."
"Certainly he is," she said quickly, "and I will do everything in my power to get him back for you. Now if you would just run along I do have another appointment."
Laura Thompson got to her feet.
"You're not putting me on, are you?"
"Would I do a thing like that?" she asked, with a small laugh.
"I don't know," Laura said, giving her a penetrating look.
A shudder went through her, for at that moment she wondered if the girl was putting her on. She wondered if the girl was highly suspicious that she was the woman. It puzzled and perplexed her.
"Good luck, Laura," she said.
"Yeah," the girl replied. "I'll need it and so will some other people around here."
It was becoming more and more difficult for Jill to maintain the smile that she plastered on her face when she came to school in the morning. It was giving way now and then, cracking as the doubts and fears surfaced. However, when the next student came in and she discovered the problem was a minor one, she was grateful. She was determined that she was not going through more nightmares.
When the day was over, she went directly home and wasn't surprised when the phone rang.
"Hi, Alan," she began. "I'd like to talk to you."
"I'd like to eat you," he chuckled.
"Alan, do you know a girl named Laura Thompson?"
"Don't mention her," he said quickly. "She's a drag."
"She visited me today," she said.
"She visited you?" he asked, not quite understanding why.
"Yes," she said, "it seems that you told her you were having sex with an older woman who would do anything. And she asked me to find out who it was so she could tear her eyes out."
"That little bitch," he said, "you can't trust her farther than you can spit."
"Apparently she thinks she loves you," Jill told him frankly.
"I can't stand her," he said, "she's no good. I'm glad I broke up with her. I wish I could get my pin back."
"She's still wearing your steady pin," Jill informed him.
"Baby, keep your pussy warm because I'm gonna be over."
Alan didn't give Jill an opportunity to tell him no. He hung up and forty minutes later he was at her front door. For a moment she didn't want to answer, yet she knew she had to. Finally, she opened the door.
"What took you so long?" he asked. "Anybody else here?"
"Certainly not," she said, "what kind of school counselor do you think I am?"
He laughed as he wacked her on the fanny.
"You want me to answer that?" he grinned.
Once he was in her apartment he began undressing.
"I don't think you should take off your clothes," she said, "because we're not going to have sex together."
"What do you mean we're not gonna have sex together?"
"I don't feel like it," she said, "I'm not in the mood for love. You understand?"
"I understand you're not in the mood for love," he said, "but I'm in the mood for some fucking."
Nothing that she could say changed him one bit. He walked into her bedroom and started undressing. As he took off his clothes she observed he did have a mammoth hard-on.
"Alan," she said, "if I would give you a fast fuck, would you split the scene then?"
"I'll buzz off after I ball you," he told her.
"All right," she said, "but it's the last time you're going to come over without my permission. I can't have people running in here like this."
He was naked now and stroking himself as he watched her take off her clothes. When she bent over and he caught sight of her behind through her sheer panties, he knew he had to have that, too.
"How would it be if I fucked your ass tonight?" he asked her.
"Do you have to?" she turned to look at him with terror and disgust.
"I've got to fuck that ass," he said, as he patted her there.
"Just a minute," she said evenly as she turned around and went to the bathroom. Returning to him, she poured some baby oil into her hand and then applied it to his cock.
"Now easy does it," she reminded him. "I've got a tender ass-hole."
"You're gonna enjoy this," he said, "every fucking inch of it."
She got on the bed on all fours. Bending over, she prepared for the invasion of his mammoth cock. The slippery penis slid in smoothly as he held her ass cheeks tightly.
"Fuck it, baby," he said as he jabbed forward. "Fuck. That's it. Oh, baby, that feels good. Fuck it."
Bending over he felt of her bosoms. While he played with her bosoms he stabbed in an even pace.
"Watch us in the mirror, baby," he exclaimed. "Doesn't that look good when I pull it out and stab it way back. Fuck, baby, fuck it!"
Alan's enthusiasm triggered hers. "Put your fingers in my pussy," she panted, "I want to feel you."
Bending over so his chest touched her back, he moved one hand down to her pussy while he continued playing with her bosoms with his other hand. She loved the feel of his hot fingers sliding into her cunt as his cock continued stabbing up her ass-hole.
Both of them were enjoying themselves so much that they didn't notice when the door suddenly opened.
"There the bitch is," Laura Thompson cried angrily. "Look at them. Take a picture of them."
The school principal, accompanied by the manager of the apartment house, stood there.
"How dare you!" the school counselor exclaimed as she saw them flashing pictures of her young lover thrusting his cock up her behind.
The principal took four pictures and then went over to the young boy and demanded, "Get off her."
"Who's gonna make me?" he demanded, as he continued jabbing into her. "Can't you wait till I'm finished?"
The principal was so flustered he let the boy finish.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Grab it!"
The apartment house manager was so disgusted he turned around and walked out of the place.
"Back in my day," he exclaimed, "we'd never let a kid get by with anything like this!"
His voice trailed off as Laura Thompson began sobbing so loud that the principal had to stop her.
"Stop it, Laura," he complained, "we've got to do something about these two."
Going over to the phone, he called the police and Juvenile Hall. He gave them both details of what was going on and the address.
When Alan finally pulled his dripping-with-cum cock out of the teacher's behind, he did show some embarrassment.
"Not nice to catch a guy with his pants down," he complained.
"Bastard!" Laura Thompson shrieked as she continued sobbing.
"Well you wouldn't let me do it to you," he said, "so I had to find somebody."
"I'm sorry," Jill said.
"So am I," the principal shrugged.
It was a good thing the school counselor was stoned out of her gourd that night as she might have tried to kill herself. She realized later just how sorry she was for her conduct.
Her teaching certificate was revoked, and she had to serve time. When she was let out, she realized she couldn't use her post as a school counselor for a recommend anywhere except a Nevada whorehouse. The price she had to pay for sex with her student lovers was greater than she bargained for.
She got a job as a waitress in a restaurant a hundred miles from the town where she had worked as a school counselor. When anyone asked her about the past, she went silent. Now and then she would go out with a customer who would slap her behind or wink at her. However, she never felt the allure that she had previously felt toward young male minors. Yet, now and then she couldn't help recall Freddie or Jeff or Alan. She wondered what they thought of her. She was afraid it wasn't much.
