"You're a God damn cunt!" hollered Carl. "If I'd known you were gonna pull this kind of shit two years ago I'd have never even considered marrying you." He stormed-out from under the covers, ripped the top sheet off the bed and grabbed his wife by the wrist. "Get the fuck out of my bed!"
"Let go of me," moaned Candy. "You're hurting!"
They were both nude and their bodies were red, heated, from anger, from sex. Carl yanked Candy forward, onto her feet. "Get the fuck out of here!"
She hesitated and looked at her wrist. There was an imprint from Carl's clasp. He pushed her forward toward the open bedroom door. "Get going, bitch!" He shoved her with both hands. She stumbled forward, lost her balance and smashed to the floor.
"Get up, cunt!" It looked like he might kick her. Candy had a look of absolute and total fear on her face. She crawled out of reach of the threatening leg, to the frame of the door. When it looked she might be momentarily safe, she stood up.
"Move!" shouted Carl. He slammed the door behind her.
She stood breathless, frightened, her heart pounding, her flesh sweating, on the other side of what had been, until seconds before, her bedroom. She knew, even naked and fearful and alone, that she would never return to the room and bed behind her. She heard a click and the slit of light at her feet disappeared.
She took another minute to collect herself, to figure out her next move. There were enough clothes in the hall closet to last her for a few days. She could pack them in a simple leather satchel that her brother had made for her.
She wanted to move quickly, before Carl decided on any further violence. She hurried to the closet across the room and pulled on the string inside. A dim yellow light allowed her to pack what few things she needed.
In front of the living room mirror she dressed quickly and quietly. She didn't bother with a bra, just a blouse over her cream colored breasts. No underwear, either, just a pair of tight levies over her long slender legs. She slipped into an old pair of heeled sandals. She put out the closet light, grabbed her purse from the kitchen table and in the dark made her way out of the apartment.
Out of habit, she started to lock the door and pocket her keys. But that didn't matter anymore, it was no concern of hers. She slid the key off the chain, pulled her wedding ring off her finger, and opened the front door. She dropped both on the inside of the apartment and shut the door.
Ten minutes later Candy Hobart had downed two neat scotches. She sat at a neighborhood bar, The Yellow Moon, taking stock of her situation. She had just figured out that she needed a place to stay, that she had about sixty dollars until her next pay check, that she was horny-the argument with Carl had come in the middle of sex. She was about to get up and call Sherry, a friend from Harper High, when the fellow next to her looked her way.
"Hiya, sweetheart," he said, slightly mocking himself. He had dark hair, a mustache and chiseled features. He wore a coat and a loose tie, and maybe he'd had one or two drinks too many. But Candy noted that there was something nice about him. "I'm doing an inventory on occupations, see," said the man, joking and really just trying to get to know her, "what's yours?"
"I'm a teacher," said Candy. "I teach high school biology."
"You're kidding," said the man. "My name's Ed. What's yours."
"Candy Hobart."
"You look too young to be a teacher." Ed slid his hand along Candy's neat thigh. "And too pretty."
She watched his hand travel from her knee to her hip. "You know," she said, "it must be your lucky night."
"How's that?" asked Ed, leaving his hand on Candy's leg.
She took his hand with her own and with a quick look around the bar to make sure no one was watching, she guided him into her crotch. "That's how," she whispered. "Let's go."
"You said it, baby!" Ed threw down the money to cover the drinks and ten minutes later he had Candy undressing in his bedroom. "You want to tell me about it?" asked Ed, undressing quickly.
"Sure," said Candy, taking off her blouse. Her full pear-shaped breasts, led by cherry nipples, hung slightly to the side and pointed outwards. "I had a fight with my husband." She unbuckled her levies.
Ed was undressed and he came over and slid his hands around Candy's trim hips. "Mmmmmm," he moaned. "You're a find."
"Don't get attached," said Candy, slipping out of her levies. "This is for tonight only."
"Yeah, Miss Teacher," said Ed. "Just plain old Biology, eh?"
"Right," said Candy. She fell to her knees and palmed Ed's soft cock. She slid the glowing mushroom head into her hot wet mouth.
"Oh, yeah," moaned Ed. "That must have been some fight you and your husband had."
Candy paid no attention. She wanted to forget the fight and sex was the best way. She ran her hands up along Ed's hairy loins. Her mouth took care of his firming cock. The bigger he got, the more meat she took into her face. She used her hands to palm his hairy buttocks, to push his groin closer to her mouth.
"Wow!" he groaned. "You're good, honey." He held her by the back of the head, at the nape of her blonde neck. She had soft silky hair. He watched her use her tongue. She licked his shaft from nut nest to tip, along the sides, especially the rim and underside of his mushroom cap. He swelled instantly to full strength. "You're good," he said. "I never knew Biology could be so much fun."
Candy hated the jokes, but she loved the cock and the balls and the feel of a man's ass. Especially she liked to feel the spongy meat of a man's pecker firming in her mouth. That was the best, to feel the blooming penis head fill with heat. It made her lusty, breathless. She could moan and groan just to feel that tender meat. She pulled Ed's cock out of her face and took a quick breather. She held him by the base of his dick.
"I think I'd like to return the favor," said Ed. He pulled on her erect nipples, tugged just slightly. She came up, rubbing her chest along his cock and balls, rubbing her breasts into his groin, along his hairy muscular belly, up against his chest. She kissed him here and there on the way. She loved men. She loved their bodies, their muscles, their shapes and their deep voices. She arrived at his face and gave him all of her long narrow tongue. He sucked and kissed her back, hard and long. It looked like she'd get what she wanted, a good fuck and a place to stay.
"Over here," directed Ed. He watched Candy lay down on the bed. Her slender tanned thighs had a thin fur of blonde from just above the knees. The peach fuzz disappeared into the slit between her legs. There she was damp, and the pubic hair glistened with the sheer of clit juice. He could smell her female aroma fill the room.
"Come on," she whispered. He reached for the lamp, turned off the light. Only the moon illuminated their flesh. They didn't need much light.
He squatted over her face, hung his balls over her mouth. She reached up and slid a finger along his ass-crease. He spread out for her and slipped down her trim belly, followed the scent like a bloodhound. The lips of her vagina folded open like the petals of a blossoming flower. He slid his fingers along the slippery folds of skin.
"Mmmmmm," hummed Cindy, unable to say anything else. She had his cock in her face and sucked on the mushroom head, rocked her face around the prick. Her succulent lips surrounded the heart-shaped crown and softly clasped the flesh behind the rim. She pulled, slid forward, pulled again and slipped her mouth off of the dick. She licked the head, twice with the broadside of her wet tongue, then the shaft.
"Nice," mumbled Ed, talking into Cindy's sweet twat. "Very nice." He liked the licking on his dick, the soft feel of a moist mouth muscle sloshing along, making his penis slippery. He loved it when she went for his balls, kissed the hairy nut nest. She used her hands, too, to rub his ass-cheeks. She spread open his rectum's cheeks, plied the anus muscle with one wet finger-probably from her mouth was where she got the lubricant-and she twirled that digit, down into his bunghole. "Nice," he muttered again.
He had her pussy to deal with. The lips were open. Her clit begged for satisfaction. He could see the slippery pink flesh, a button of sensitized meat, ready for his eating and licking. He slid his tongue into the sex hole, sucked on the vaginal lips and then concentrated on Candy's twat cock.
"Ahhh," she hummed in his ass. "now you've got me.
He swabbed her clit with his tongue, then made himself a lip and clitoris sandwich. He sucked the little hair-trigger between his lips and tongued the tip. When he had a good hold he wagged his head back and forth, tugging the meaty and now erect clit into action.
"Oh, God!" moaned Candy. "More of that. Rub harder!"
He rubbed harder. His tongue, the broadside, swiped and swatted at the little piece of meat. Her cunt juiced profusely. Her odor improved, filled her nostrils with the scent of ease juice. He slid his hands up and down, along her smooth blonde loins. They were slick, hot, a bit moist. "Mmmmmm," he hummed into the liquid twat. "You're hot."
"I want it now," she said, her legs shivering. She folded her loins around his face. "Give it to me now!" She couldn't concentrate on his cock or his ass-hole. She had to have him fucking her. She opened her legs and pleaded: "Give me this cock in my pussy!"
Ed pulled his tongue out. He turned around, crawled up Candy's heated body. He kissed her belly and sucked on her titties. They were soft, contoured affairs, fruit-shaped like pears. They hung out to the side with cherry red nipples firm and hungry to be licked. He went down on one tit, kissed the puddle of brown cap and then sucked on the nipples. Candy's pelvis rocked beneath his own. Her pussy slid sideways, trying to get him in.
"Give it to me," she repeated. She didn't wait for him. She reached down with her hand and took hold of the slippery, saliva covered shaft. She found a good grip below the mushroom head and guided the prick, the way she might have used a tool or a dildo, into her pulsing wet twat. "Aaaahhhh," she sighed with relief. "Now that's something!"
Ed came up with his mouth and his tongue moved in coordination with his cock. He buried his tongue in Candy's sweet mouth and his pecker, steely and hard and hot, in her pussy, down deep. Her twat muscles clamped closed, squeezed the hot shaft, gripped the slippery wet meat as it eased in and out and in again. Her legs went instinctively up and open, over his shoulders. Ed pushed on the backs of her thighs with his hands, held her bent on her spin. Her hole widened, opened up for the length of his rod, tightened on his shaft.
"Oh, God damn," he moaned. "You Biology teachers happen to know a thing or two, don't you."
She was oblivious to him. Her face was all heat and sweat. She sighed and groaned, grunted: "Ugh, ahhhh, mmmmm," as she pressed her palms to the back of his ass and pulled him tight into her juicing tube.
"Oh wow!" cried Ed. "That's really nice, honey." His cock penetrated the cylinder of flesh, filled Candy with all the meat she needed. Her pussy gushed ease juice, ooze filled what little room remained in her liquid twat. "God damn!" exclaimed Ed.
Candy came like a house on fire. It was a surging, . explosive relief. She jerked her legs up and off of Ed's shoulders, planted her feet in the mattress and used her hands and legs to arch her belly and pussy upwards. She bounced him, used her body and her cunt like a flesh trampoline. He jerked five times in succession, quickly pumping his boiling jism into her pussy. The flooding soon ceased. He rolled off her like a log.
"Hot damn," said Ed. "That was something!" He looked down on the strange lovely lady, probably no older than twenty-two or twenty-three. She was a beautiful creature with love eyes. She was breathing heavily, catching her breath. He wanted to fuck her again. "Listen, teacher," he said. "Once isn't enough."
She smiled, her face clown red, tender, satisfied. "Mmmmm," she said.
He plowed her five minutes later. It took him ten minutes to pump his second load of jism into her fine canal. Candy thought about things while Ed pumped her with his prick. She thought about how she'd never see her husband again, about how nice it was to have a meaty joy ride and no fighting, how it had been so simple to pick up Ed and fuck her brains out with him.
Toward the end of the second fuck her hips rolled, quaked with orgasmic energy. She shook like a jelly bag, her soft loins shimmering and sucking Ed's groin closer to her wet pulsing bush. "Hot damn!" she thought to herself. "Life is going to be so easy from now on." Some idea had crystallized in her relaxing brain. She looked forward to teaching school the next day, to being on her own without Carl pestering her. She looked forward to a great deal of fucking and sucking and eating and using her cunt any way she pleased after being tied down in a rotten early marriage for four years.
When Ed had shot his wad again, Candy rolled over and fell immediately to sleep.
The next morning, when Ed woke up, the incredible woman Candy and her fine long legs and her luscious tits and her soft sucking lips (and her small leather pouch)-everything was gone.
He cursed himself for not having gotten her last name, her phone number, where she worked. Then he lay back in bed and wondered how he'd been so incredibly lucky the night before.
CHAPTER TWO
For a lot of reasons the day at school was hectic. Candy stored her leather satchel under her desk in her classroom. She used the bathroom at Ed's, but she wanted to make sure, she didn't wake him up. As a result, she'd come to school feeling a little harried and unkempt. But her students, who saw her in front of the classroom wearing her usual short skirt and blouse didn't even notice that she wore no bra.
Except for one, a tall muscular senior who'd had an eye out for sexy Candy Hobart since the beginning of the year. His name was Andy and he was a fairly good student. He'd met Carl Hobart at a teacher student party and hadn't like the man. On one occasion he'd been so brazen as to tell Candy that if she ever divorced her husband, he'd marry her in a minute. It sounded to Candy, at the time, like the big talk that goes with a small crush.
But that afternoon, as she was packing a book into her satchel, Andy pressed close to Candy's desk. "You know," he said, scratching his ear, "I think something's up with you, Mrs. Hobart."
"Oh," said Candy, leaning forward to finish with her packing. Her breasts fell softly in plain view of Andy's appreciative eyes. He could see the erect nipples, the firm lines, both full tits.
"Yes," he said. "For one thing, you're not wearing your wedding ring."
Candy glanced at her hand. "That's very observant."
"For another," he said, moving closer, "you don't have your bra on today." He blushed after he said that and it was probably this more than anything that convinced Candy that she would have a good time with this student if she cared to. In any event, she accepted his invitation for dinner that night at his parents' house.
And to her delight, when she arrived, Andy explained that his mother and father were on a two week vacation. The student and the teacher had the house to themselves.
It didn't take long for Andy to make his pass. It was after dinner on the living room sofa. He slid his hand along Candy's bare leg, up to the hem in her short skirt. "I've always liked your class."
"Mmmmmm," she said. "Maybe we should have more students like you, Andy," she smiled. Her eyes encouraged him to go further with his hand. She could feel his nervous palm sweating on her leg. "Listen," she said. "You're grown up enough, Andy, to do exactly what you're thinking about doing."
Andy blushed. His teacher took his hand and directed him down to her crotch. She placed his anxious fingers, at least one of them, on her bare snatch.
"You're not wearing any underwear, Mrs. Hobart."
"Never again," she said. "Do you like that?"
"You bet I do." Andy smiled and began to fondle his teacher's tender trap. He slid his finger up into the canal. It was wet and filled quickly with liquid, with clit juice. He could feel the small circles of muscle already going to work on his young finger. "Wow!" he said, when she folded her legs closed.
"It's nice in there, hey, Andy?"
"Is it ever!"
"What about here?" She took his free hand and placed it under the collar of her blouse. Naturally, his hand slid down along the slope of Candy's creamy breast. When he came to the nipple he stopped and not knowing exactly what to do with it, Candy suggested: "Squeeze, just a little."
He tugged on the nipple as directed. "Just right," said Candy, smiling her best teacher's grin. "Isn't that nice?"
"Oh, God, yes," muttered Andy. "Very nice!"
Candy reached up and while her student continued to fondle her breast, she unbuttoned the remainder of her blouse. Soon she had the blouse open all the way and Andy could see his teacher's fine large breasts in the open., "Oh, my God," he said softly. His other hand came out from between Candy's legs and he placed it on the other tit. "They're so soft. And so big."
The blood rushed to his face. The rest seemed to come naturally. He leaned forward and kissed pretty Candy Hobart on the lips. While he concentrated on sucking up her tongue, or nibbling on her lips, she worked her hands down to his levies and the belt buckle there. She had the clasp undone and her experienced young hands reached into her student's feverish sweaty groin. "Mmmmm-m," she said, trying to encourage him, "you have a fine cock here, Andy." She smiled again and Andy pulled away. He watched her work his dick into a flesh lather.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned. "I never knew how good it could be." Candy's hands worked quickly and efficiently. She had the boy's pants down around his ankles and his shirt out of the way. She had him sit up on the couch and spread his legs. She went down on his stiff young meat, the member pulsing with excitement.
"Did any of your girlfriends ever do this, Andy?" she asked.
"No," he said nervously. "Nobody."
"What about jerking you off?" She held his meat in one small fist, at the base of the joint.
"Oh, when I got really lucky," he said, unable to keep his eyes off the tits and her hands at his crotch. He was shaking with excitement.
"Well," she said. "You get yourself a real lesson in human biology, then." She opened her hot hungry mouth and scooped, with her lower lip, the pleasant teenage cock into her face. Her lips collided on his meat. "Mmmmm," she hummed, wanting to be sure to bring him along. "Very, very nice, Andy." She slid up and down his slippery joint. The meat had stiffened to a steely blue. Wet and slippery and hot, he was ready to fire seconds later.
"I'm gonna come," he said. "It's gonna happen fast."
Candy Hobart merely continued to suck. She rode his rod with her mouth. Her lips could descend just about to his nut nest, still with the meat in her face. Then she pulled her face up the slick piece of joint. At the head, with the mushroom cap sliding under the deft stimulation of her long wet tongue, she felt him begin to pulse. "Mmmmmm," she creamed. But in fact it was the young student who was creaming. His hot jism shot into his teacher's oral cavity. She swallowed quickly. Not a drop was wasted. Her mouth did all the work that any cunt could expect to do. She had him gracefully into orgasm.
"Oh, God!" he gasped. He grabbed her by the side of the head and jammed her face down hard on his jerking meat. His joy stick filled Candy's mouth with hot ejaculating meat. The jism continued to spill down Candy's throat. When Andy had finished, he started to pull away.
"Not yet," said Mrs. Hobart. She smiled and licked the rod clean. From stem to stern she took off every bit of wetness with her tongue. She left a thin residue of saliva coating the stiff joy stick. "There you go," she said. "Your first blow job is done. How'd you like it?"
"It was wonderful, Candy," he said. "Really terrific." He was blushing. "I'm sorry," he said, hanging his head, "that there wasn't much in it for you."
"We'll do it again. But in bed. Where's your parents' room?"
"In the back," said Andy. "You want to go in there?"
"I sure do," said Mrs. Hobart. "I think it's a necessity." She smiled and he led the way to his parents' bedroom. "Sure is nice they're away," he commented, pulling down the sheets.
"Yes," said Candy. "It certainly is. Why don't you just lie down there and I'll take care of everything."
"You're the teacher," he said. He spread out on the bed, belly up.
He had a questioning look on his face, but after all, she was his teacher. He turned over.
Candy smiled to see such a nice young ass covered with lovely dark hair. She immediately knew that she was going to enjoy herself between those fine firm cheeks. "Get ready," she said, slipping out of her skirt and blouse all together. She climbed up between his legs and ran her hands lightly along the backs of his thighs. When she arrived, sitting on her knees, at his firm buttocks, she palmed them, one in each hand. She spread out the ass so that she had a perfect access to his rectum. She dipped her index finger into her honey pot and with sufficient ease juice greased the ass crease.
"Oh, that's nice," said Andy.
"For me, too," said Mrs. Hobart. She thought back to how miserable she'd been with her husband Carl who's ass cheeks had been flabby and hairless ever since she met him. "This is going to feel good for you." She spread his butt open and slid one lubricated finger into his ass-hole.
"Oh, God!" he cried. "It's tight there, hey?"
Candy reached her other hand around to the boy's softened cock. He instantly came up on his hands and knees. With the new access, Candy was able to rub her student's prick and balls with one hand, and with the other continue to work his anus muscle.
"Shit!" said Andy. "I never had anything like this before." He looked back and saw Mrs. Hobart leaning down to kiss his ass. He waited for the soft feel of her lips on his butt. Sure enough she spread long tender kisses here and there on his hairy buttocks. "Oh, boy, Mrs. Hobart, I'm never gonna play hooky again."
She finished with his rectum and had him turn over. "Now it's time to get a good stiff joint going. After all, it's only fair that I get that big wonderful meat of yours into my pussy."
"Only fair," said Andy softly. "Yes.
She went down on his dick. The thing had a drip of come on the tip. She licked it away and then licked his shaft, up and down, to the nut nest, all around. The slippery saliva spread easily along the meaty shaft. Soon the boy was covered with lubricant, willingly supplied from Candy's honey pot and from her wet lips and mouth.
"Look at that," he exclaimed, sitting up on his elbows, "I'm hard all over again!" He watched Mrs. Hobart working her way up and down his long pogo stick meat. She could move quickly, from the base of the joint with her lips glued to the shaft, up to the mushroom head. There she would slosh her tongue along the rim and spongy tissue of the meaty head. There was no stopping her. She licked everything, liked everything. Her tongue seemed to be all encompassing. If she wasn't dealing a neat sword like slop to one side of the shaft, she was sucking on a ball. If she wasn't swallowing on the meaty head, she was nibbling on the shaft. She had the most amazing tongue and lips that the boy would ever see. And she loved her work, loved hot cock. Maybe that was why she was so good.
"There you are," she said finally, "a big firm banana for my cunt!"
"Oh, yea, Mrs. Hobart," said Andy. "What now?"
"What now?"
"I never screwed anyone before."
"Oh, in that case," said Candy, "I'm going to do all the work for you."
She climbed up near his joy stick. She gave a quick couple of perfunctory strokes with her hands and then took the joint at the base. She slid her pussy up to the underside of the shaft and spread her legs. With a good grip on his tool, she pushed, aimed, and finally rubbed the boy's meaty dick head against the inside flesh of her pussy, right up alongside of her heated, feverish clit. With fervor, she applied his stick to the slippery insides of her liquid canal. "How's that feel?"
"Perfect!" shouted the reclining boy. All he had to do was lay perfectly still. Mrs. Hobart, his biology teacher, was taking care of everything. His cock slid in and out like the well greased piston in a finely tuned expensive sports car. She had his cock lodged high inside, but it bunched against her clit. He could feel the slippery wedge of clit meat flicking back and forth against the rim of his cock head.
"Ahhhh, ooooh, uuuuuh," sighed Mrs. Hobart. "That's really just the way I like it." She let loose of the base of his meat and pressed her legs down hard. She was in the saddle now, and vice versa. She rode up, down, up, down, the firming stiff piece of meat always clicking and slipping along the clit. Her ride was beginning peacefully, but soon she'd throb with the lust of orgasmic high. "Good," she said, guiding his hips with her hands. "That's just right."
He rode his dick up into her pussy, drilled upwards in the canal. What had once been virgin meat was now pumping joy stick. What once had been an empty canal needing to be filled, was now clinching and sucking on a piece of hefty teenage cock meat. There was no stopping either of them.
"God damn," cried Candy. "You learn quick, kid."
Andy smiled. He was happy to have his prick stuffing his teacher. Her tits bobbed in front of him. He reached up and while his cock continued to plow upwards, his hands caressed the lovely curves of Candy's full titties and erect nipples. "M-mmmm, boy," she laughed and giggled, "this is the way it should always be. Delicious!" She loved to see him feeling her breasts that way, tugging on her nipples and fucking her up the cunt. She reached down, put her hands on his chest and tweaked his manly titties. "You like that?"
"Yes," he groaned. "I like it all!"
Candy thrust her hips down onto the lad's rod. There was no way for her to stop with only part of his pogo stick rod up her cunt. She wanted it all. She spread out her smooth ample thighs and the tender trap of her snatch latched closed around his long dick. "God damn!" she exclaimed. "Here we go!
Her cunt muscles contracted quickly, in a furious attempt to bolt onto the sex muscle. The tube squirted a plentiful supply of juice and Candy's orgasm began. "Oh, shit, fuck!" she wailed. "This is it!" She rode down hard, taking the length of meat into her pussy. The whole thing was in now, rubbing against and into every crack and crevice of her soft vagina. The lips were wide open and her loins sweated with heat. "Yiow!" she screeched. His cock hit the back wall and fired off. Jism went careening up and then dripped down inside along his shaft, along her tube. Jism and juice flooded his crotch and hers. She leaned down, bent his shaft, kissed him on the-lips, gave him her tongue and pressed her mouth into his. He ate it all and she rolled off of him.
"My God," said Andy. "That was really something!" He was all smiles and good cheer. "Really, Candy, that was terrific!"
She finished him off by licking down his cock and balls. She made sure that his tender loins were clean, too. She sucked out the last bit of come and swallowed it down. When she'd finished licking she picked up a stray pubic hair and kissed his nut nest one last time.
"We better rest," she said finally. "Tomorrow's a school day."
"Yes," said Andy. "We'd better rest."
He watched his teacher fall softly to sleep. He looked at her breasts. Even as she slept, young Candy's tits were soft, creamy and firm, and her nipples were cherry and erect. Her long slender legs, soft and slick to the touch, were worth an orgasm themselves. Andy smiled to himself: he'd done it. Finally he'd fucked a woman. And not just any woman. He'd fucked Candy Hobart, his biology teacher at Harper High.
"Just wait until the guys hear about this," he said to himself. "They won't believe it!" He stroked Candy's long thighs and lay back to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning, Candy was sure to leave before her student woke up. She drove to school exuberant with the discovery that her students at Harper High might well prove to be the source of hot sucking and fucking she needed to survive without her husband.
Her classes went especially well that day. During lunch, Candy called a friend, another teacher, Claire. She explained the situation with Carl, her husband, and how it was absolutely necessary that she have a place to stay and how she would never get back together with "that bastard even if my life depended on it."
Claire said she understood and they made arrangements to meet at her apartment that night.
After lunch, Candy returned to teach the last two classes of the day. Everything, she felt, was in order. Except for the fact that she didn't have a fuck lined up for that night. Her new found freedom knew no bounds; she determined to find a strong young man, someone from Harper High, who would fuck her brains out that night.
It didn't take long. Young Andy had spread the word among his buddies during gym class and when Candy arrived at her car in the faculty parking lot, Joe Vanner was waiting for her. He leaned on the hood wearing a leather jacket.
Joe was instantly attractive to Candy. He had long black sideburns, a drop curl, greased hair. His boots were pointed and shined like chrome. He had a long thin nose and a dimple in the middle of his chin. But even though Candy wanted the young man, a Harper High Senior, she didn't let on right off. "Young man," she said, an unavoidable glint in her eye, "you've got your elbows on the hood of my car.
"That's right, Candy," said tough Joe Vanner. "What's the matter with my elbows, anyhow?"
"Mrs. Hobart is my name, not Candy." She pretended to be angry as she opened the car door, but she was also sure to give him a good view of her pendular tits and erect nipples as she leaned in to sit down.
"Mrs. Hobart?" said Joe, coming around to her side of the car. "What Joe?"
"You've got awfully nice titties." He smiled slyly.
Candy blushed. "Why thank you, Joe."
"That's all? Thank you?" persisted the young hooligan. "I'd have expected more from a woman like you."
"Like what?" asked Candy. She started the car.
"Like a ride, for openers."
Candy smiled. "Hop in."
Joe Vanner laughed and went around to the other side of the car. He hadn't even finished sitting down when he ran his hand up Candy's long thigh. He stopped just short of her damp bush. "Very nice, Mrs. Hobart. Very, very nice." He smiled at her, as if to say, "I know you want my hot cock stuffing your cunt and we're going to have a good time doing it, too."
Candy smiled back. This time she didn't blush.
They parked in a remote part of town, high up above Harper High. Vanner was all action and no ' talk. It was sunset over the city. They sat on the grass and Joe went right to work on the horny teacher.
"Mmmmmm," sighed Mrs. Hobart, as Joe's hands . roved her legs and torso. "You don't fool around, eh?"
"No," said Joe. "I like women and fucking and that's why we're here, isn't it?" He stuffed her pussy with his middle finger. She rocked backwards, her skirt riding up high around her hips. Her bush was exposed and sucked on his digit. He finger fucked her like that, hovering over her, for a good twenty strokes. She clamped her legs down after that and said: "I like the way you do that, but
I think you can do better."
Joe blushed. The teacher was unabashed. He would be glad to do better. He pushed her down on her back. He slid his hands between her legs, pushed her skirt up and back, so that it covered none of her lower body. Candy's ample thighs and sweet honey pot were totally exposed. Joe used his hands to knead the soft flesh of her loins. He worked slowly, deliberately, up the length of lovely flesh. When he arrived at the edge of Candy's pussy, he pulled open the flaps surrounding her vagina, one on either side. He looked down the canal as far as he could see. It was wet and slippery and maybe even hot.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said. "Just want to see what I'm getting into." With that he buried his tongue in the soft cunt channel. His mouth muscle wandered for a moment or two. Candy spread her luscious comely thighs and directed Joe's tongue toward her clit meat. Seconds later he had the thing flicking back and forth. The biology teacher squirmed under the passionate stimulation of her clit tissue.
"Oooooh, aaaah, oooooh," she moaned, her pussy gushing and clamping down on Joe's tongue and mouth. "Mmmmm."
"You like that?" asked Joe, taking a momentary breather. He didn't stop rubbing her thighs.
"You know I do," said Candy. "Why'd you stop?"
Joe leaned back down, buried his tongue in the cunt hole. "Mmmmmm," he muttered into the teacher's pussy. "This is nice." The liquid began to ooze. Her thighs shook softly and she sweated a bit. A heat started in her cunt and worked up her belly, along her soft titties, and into a nice steady blush in her face.
"Ahhhh," sighed Candy. She pushed her legs up and wrapped them around the young man's face, he kept licking, sticking his tongue in and out of her pussy, concentrating on the clit.
"Come up here," moaned Candy. "Give me that cock of yours."
Joe turned around. While he did, Candy took off her blouse. When he arrived over her face, his pants were down around his ankles. His soft cock fell between his teacher's fine lips. She sucked him right up, took the meat in her face and used her tongue to wet down the entire shaft and nut nest. Her tongue moved quickly and efficiently, so much so that seconds later Joe Vanner's cock had turned into a healthy hard-on. His prick cap was steamy red and his throbbing muscular cock shaft was shiny with saliva. "Ahhhh," gasped Mrs. Hobart, "that's the kind of a dick that gets good grades."
"Yeah!" exclaimed Joe. He pressed his face between Candy's lovely legs. The bush opened and he dipped down into the now familiar puddle of ease juice. "Ahhhh," he sighed. "Here we go." His tongue plowed inward, dug out the knob of clit flesh, and flipped it around and around.
"Oh, God!" cried Candy. "That's perfect. You do that just right, Joe. You have no idea." She held his cock in one hand while she spoke. Between sentences she licked the shaft of his rod, or the cap, or kissed the balls. "You have no idea," she said, "how nice that feels. I love it when a man gets hold of my clit. It sends me like nothing else." She sucked for a minute or two on the steaming mushroom head. The spongy tissue was hot and flaming, ready for fucking. "You know," she said, still overwhelmed by the mouthwatering prick in her hand and by the great stimulation to her pussy, "I think you highschoolers really know a thing or two."
Joe smiled and rested for a minute. His hands slid nicely up and down Candy's sweet legs. He could feel her tits up against his thighs. "You have a nice body, Candy Hobart," he said rather formally. "It's good for eating." With that he began licking and sucking on her legs and on her belly. He worked backwards, pulling his dick out of her hands and moving up her body. From above her head he worked on her tits. He tongued the fine shapes and mounds of breasts flesh. At just the right moment he squeezed the base of one tit and the nipple and brown cap popped into his mouth. He sucked on the tittie, tongued the nipple and kissed one side of the lovely boob. Then he came to her mouth and buried his tongue there.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, taking his tongue far down into her mouth cavity. "That's good."
He came around and laid down on top of her. Now all of his clothes were off. They were both naked and burning to fuck. He rubbed his dick along her belly. The smooth flesh and tender warmth made his dick grow even larger. He came up between her tits with his meat muscle. She pushed her tits up against the sides of the shaft, saying, "Rub in there a little."
Joe Vanner was only too happy to rub. He pressed down the titties, one on either side of his dick, and kept his meat rod running back and forth between the creamy breasts. The nipples ran smoothly along his hairy muscular stomach.
"Mmmmmm," sighed Candy. "That's good."
Joe arrived at her mouth again. She sucked him off a bit and then pushed him down between her legs. He was only too happy to climb in. His cock slid forward, to the edge of the hairy cunt. Candy reached down and peeled her lips open, took the head of the dick and pushed it in the right direction. Down into the liquid canal floated Joe's monster pecker.
"Ahhhh," she grunted. "That's just right. Keep it coming."
Joe shoved hard. He wasn't yet all the way in. Candy's hips helped get him going. She rocked up, spread her nubile thighs, and Joe's slippery TNT cock slipped down the distance of the tube. "Mmmmm," he sighed. "Perfect."
"Yes, indeed," said Mrs. Hobart. Her legs spread even wider and she propped up her knees. "Just perfect." She bounced up, and Joe's cock took to flying in and out of the easy hole.
"God damn!" he shouted. "What a cunt!"
The slippery insides of Candy's pussy felt like lubricated velvet. She squeezed with her twat muscles. The hairs on the outside of her cunt rubbed gently on the shaft of his hot meat. "This is nice," he whispered in her ear, his breath filling up her warm little neck and ear canal. "Mmmmm."
Candy rocked backwards, onto the base of her spine. Joe's dick floated down into the hot wet liquid channel. "Mmmmm," he hummed. "That's what I call nice service."
"You like that, eh?" she asked weaving her hips and grinding her pussy against the top of his meaty shaft. "Try this!" She pumped her muscles closed and open and closed again on his thick rod. "How do you like that?"
"Just right," he said. His dick was getting milked for everything he had. "It's the way it should be." Suddenly, he felt himself begin to spill. It was sudden. Candy's jerking muscles and squeezing cunt had pulled him off in seconds. The jism flew up the length of the canal and landed in the back wall.
"Hot damn!" creamed Candy. "Nice!" She sprayed back at him, her juice flowing down along his rod and ending up in his nut nest. "Ahhhh," she grunted. "Give it to me harder!"
Joe pounded his meaty flesh into her open cunt organ. There was no way to stop their gyrating, undulating, pounding sex flesh from heating and firing off again and again. The jism and juice mingled and the orgasm took them both over. When it was all done, Candy spread out her luscious thighs and her bush folded out. Joe's cock slipped from the once tight canal and fell limp and soft between his legs. "That was good," he said. "I mean a really hot fuck."
"Yeah," said Candy. To tell the truth she'd been a little disappointed. But, she decided, that didn't have to be a permanent state of affairs. She took him by the hand and suggested: "Why don't you have dinner with a friend of mine and I?"
"Sure," said Joe. "Why not?"
Candy smiled and went down on Joe's hog. She licked the temporarily spent meat and cleansed it. She made sure to suck off all the slime and jism and juice that she could find. When she was finished there she even made sure to have him roll over. Then she sucked slightly on his ass-hole and gave him a mild reaming.
"Wow," said Joe Vanner, "I never had it so good."
"Oh, yeah?" said Candy. "Just wait until tonight."
At Claire's apartment, Candy made introductions. Claire knew immediately what was up and took Candy off into the bedroom for a pow-wow. "Listen," she said, combing her soft brown hair, "who is that guy?"
"Joe? He's a student at Harper High," said Candy. "What do you think of Mm?"
"I think he's a lot nicer and a lot younger than Carl."
Claire had known Carl and Candy for a few years. She was one of the first people to suggest to Candy that she get rid of Carl Hobart. She knew when she first met him that he would be no good for Candy. But, like most teachers her age, she wasn't very forceful at the time.
"Listen," said Claire, "I'm having some problems of my own." While she changed clothes she told Candy how she'd recently split up with her boyfriend, that she was horny and frustrated. She slipped from her school work clothes into a pair of cotton white shorts and a halter top. She, like Candy, wore no bra. She had long legs, too, but they were fuller, more ample. Her tits were big, too, but melon shaped, round globes of perfect creamy flesh. "Anyhow, what I wanted to ask you was..."
The door to the bedroom swung open. Joe Vanner stood there. "You girls having a secret conference, or can I listen in?"
Candy smiled and Claire did too. In fact, she was about to ask Candy if she thought this Joe Vanner would go for a troil. It looked obvious now that he would.
"Sit down, Joe," said Candy. She pointed to the bed. "I think Claire and I want to ask you a couple of quick questions."
"Look at those legs!" said Joe. "Wow!" He was staring at Claire's shapely calves and nubile thighs. "Not bad at all!"
"Why thank you," said Claire, thinking to herself that maybe her horny problems would soon be over.
"You know, Candy," said Joe, "you teachers sure do stick together. I mean all you beautiful teachers." He couldn't believe that he was sitting in a room with two of the prettiest teachers he'd ever seen and that any minute now they were going to seduce him.
Claire was the one who made the first move. "You really like my legs?" she asked, sitting down next to Joe on the edge of the bed. "You wouldn't kid me now, would you?" Claire winked at Candy who smiled, in on the approach.
"Not me," said Vanner. He slipped out of his leather coat. "You know," he said, sliding one hand onto Claire's lovely thigh, "you've got the kind of legs that I used to dream about, when I was a youngster."
Both girls laughed. Here was a high school senior feeling one of them up and saying he used to be a kid. "Mmmmmm," sighed Claire, "and what did you dream about doing when you found these perfect legs."
Joe smiled. "Well," he said, standing up, "I used to dream about doing this." He took Claire's ankles, from the floor and pulled her up and open. She fell backwards on the bed and he climbed into the breach. "You see, Claire, I always wanted to get right on in there." He was on top of her, rubbing his groin in against her cotton shorts. He had one hand sliding up along her thigh and hip. "I see," he said, "that like Candy you don't wear a bra."
"No," said Claire, "and for a good reason, too."
"What's that?"
She took his hand and placed it on one of her full tits. "That's why." Joe could feel the silky mound of breast flesh tighten as he automatically took to massaging it. He ended up tweaking one nipple and then laying off. "Listen," he said, "let's stop fucking around and. get this orgy started."
"Alright!" exclaimed Claire and Candy both at once. "I'll lock the door," added Candy. Claire stood up and took off her clothes. When Candy returned to the bedroom she found Claire and Joe both naked. She quickly took off her own clothes and joined the nude couple on the bed.
"We have to figure out some sort of order to go in," said Claire." Her big melon shaped tits shook and her pussy leaked ease juice. She was hot and lusty already. Joe could tell by the flush in her pink complexion. "Well?"
"Well?" said Joe. They all three sat cross legged waiting for the next person to make the first move. "I'll tell you what," said the student finally. He looked down at his cock. "Who wants to suck my joint?"
Claire moved forward and spread out in front of Joe's lap. "I guess," he said, "that means you do."
"I guess it does," she said. She reached into his crotch and pulled out his pecker. The muscle was soft but longer than it would have been if he were not alone with two lovely nude women.
"You know," he said, "Candy, I think you'll get bored if you don't have something to do."
"Don't worry about me," said Candy. She climbed down the backs of Claire's legs and took to working on her friend's buttocks. She used her hands to massage the soft firm pieces of ass-flesh.
Meanwhile, Claire worked to get Joe's joint into good shape.
"Now," said Joe, "this is more like it."
The two teachers were getting hot and bothered. After all, Claire was sucking up Joe's young teenage dick and Candy was working feverishly on her girlfriend's ass-hole. Pretty soon Claire looked up. "It's nice and stiff," she said, examining the blossomed mushroom cock head. "Look at that."
Candy gave up her position between Claire's ass-cheeks to investigate the huge pecker rod. "Mmmmm-m," she said, "lemme get a couple of licks in on that thing." She pushed Claire gently aside and sucked up the cock into her mouth. Her tongue worked ardently and soon she bad the cock pulsing in the back of her mouth. "O.k., " she said, removing Joe's joint from her face. "Now you."
Claire leaned forward and though she had a different set of lips, she did the same thing. She sucked the cock head into her face. She worked at tugging it with her lips. Up and down the shaft she slid her succulent wet lips. The cock turned steely blue, tough as iron, ready to fuck.
Joe picked up her face. "Look, baby," he said,. "and you too, Candy. I'm gonna fuck you both. So let's get it on."
Claire leaned back and spread out her lovely legs. Her melon tits were firm and cherry, ready for a good licking. Joe landed between her luscious thighs and slid his hot meat into her pussy. Then he leaned his face down to her erect nipples and gave them each a good tonguing. "Hot damn!" moaned Claire. "That's what I've been needing for a long time."
She felt his powerful rod steamroll into her. His muscular pelvis rolled and swayed above her crotch. He plowed his cock down deep into the sex puddle, into the hole of flesh. "Oh, God damn," she shouted relived. "There it is!" She propped her legs up and her canal lengthened. Naturally, Joe's massive pecker filled the gap. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "give it to me!"
He jammed his hog harder. He pushed and shoved and penetrated, nailing the woman to the mattress. Pretty soon she couldn't think or talk. All she could do was moan inarticulately, "Ooooh, ahhhh, oooooh." Her hips ground against his, and her cunt began to suck on his throbbing hefty piece of cock meat.
"Hot damn!" hollered Joe. "That's the way to go, baby."
She began to come. Her pelvis gyrated, rolled and swayed in ecstasy. Her orgasm was going to be short-lived but intense. He could feel the insides of her pussy begin to roll across the steaming meat of his dick. He felt her back wall pump forward and jam on his cock. He knew that she couldn't make him come no matter how hard she tried. Soon it would be over for her. He reached around and jammed one finger up her bunghole. She didn't have a chance. The more he twirled his finger up her hole, the more she juiced in her pussy and the more she thrust her weight up onto his cock. Pretty soon she was panting breathlessly. She had no idea how the young man could fuck her so easily and make her come without himself shooting off. She soon gave up trying to milk him of his jism and rested, content to have come herself. "Oh, God," she moaned as Joe yanked his cock out of her swollen pussy, "that was really something."
"Yeah," he said. "That wasn't bad." His cock was dripping clit juice, but no jism.
"You didn't come," said Candy. "How come?"
"I'm saving that for you, sweetheart."
"Get him," said Candy. "He's all heart."
"You know I am," said Joe Vanner. "Don't you just love it?"
Candy leaned down and took her student's dick into her face. She palmed it and the TNT stick slid up into her mouth. She licked the sides and the balls and then made him turn around. With his hairy ass cheeks in her face, she started licking. She kissed his buttocks and then spread open the cheeks. She found his ass-hole muscle and drilled it with her fierce tongue. "You know," said Joe, "you're really a pretty good teacher, Mrs. Hobart."
"Mmmmmm," hummed Candy, concentrating on reaming out the young man's ass-hole. "And you really have a nice little sphincter there."
She drilled his shit tube with her long narrow tongue. Her thick lips pressed up against the fleshy pieces of skin around his anal entrance. Her tongue penetrated nicely, up into the rectal cavity.
"Ahhhh," sighed Joe Vanner. "That's nice, teach. Very nice."
"Good," said Candy. She looked over at Claire who was still recovering from orgasm. Then she pressed her lips into the fold between Joe's ass-cheeks and slobbered there with her tongue. "Hummmm," she hummed. "Good."
Her hands traveled around the sides of his body and converged on-his cock. She pulled on his penis, stroked the hefty meat while her tongue continued to drill his ass-hole. "Very good," said Joe, beginning to feel his slippery meat harden even more. "You do a nice job, Candy."
"Mmmmmm."
Claire sat up. She couldn't believe that she was just laying back while such a huge piece of dick was springing up before her. She watched Candy's hands slide up and down Joe's slippery cock muscle, "mmmmm," she gasped, "I want some of that."
She crawled over in front of the young man and slid her mouth over .the cap of his sex muscle. Her lips took care to wet down just the tip of that hefty meat. Candy rubbed her hands up and down inside Joe's legs while Claire sucked off the huge prick.
"That a way, ladies!" hollered Joe. "Do me up right!"
He watched Candy's hands float between his legs. Claire rolled her lips down his pulsing shaft. His prick throbbed and she swallowed even more of his muscle into her face. Candy, meanwhile, continued to massage his ass-hole with her tongue.
"Oh, boy!" he exclaimed, "this is gonna be something!" His hips rolled forward and his cock led the way deep into Claire's sucking mouth. Her lips were thick and juicy on his tough member. She took the dick out of her face and worked from the side, nibbling and gnawing and licking the shaft of his cock. Then she leaned down and kissed his balls while she rubbed the meaty Organ against her soft cheek. "Oooooh," she sighed, "what a heavenly piece of meat you have, Joe. I wish I had a student like you in one of my classes. Mmmmm."
"Well, baby," said Joe Vanner, the compliment going to his head; "Not everybody can be as lucky as Candy."
"Speaking of Candy," said Candy, "what about a little eat out action, Joe."
"Only too happy to supply you with my tongue, dear." He looked down at Claire. "If you don't mind, I'll take my cock for a moment." He yanked his prick out of her face and turned around to Candy who had spread herself out on the bed. He climbed down between her legs and supplied her with his hot hungry tongue. Her pussy was wide open and took every bit of the muscle. He found her clit in no time at all, and soon she was pulsing. Her rolling cunt muscles were contracting and expanding rapidly. The juice flowed steadily onto Joe's face and down his neck. His tongue worked feverishly, ardently, to make sure that the clit meat went throbbing. Sure enough, a moment later, Candy flung her legs upward in wild abandon, spread out her tender thighs and deepened her flesh trap. Joe's tongue flapped madly and wildly in the juicing pussy. He couldn't keep from eating out his teacher with plenty of passion. She had a perfect cunt, the kind of juicing hole that makes the mouth water and the dick firm.
"God damn," he cried, looking into the throbbing sex hole, "that's a really good pussy." He dove back in, drilled the clit member, and sucked up the lips around her vagina. He loved the feel of her damp pubic hairs rubbing around his lips and nose and he especially liked the smell of her fresh cunt juice. He knew for sure that this was going to be a great fuck. "Oh, God," he moaned, feeling some wet pressure in his bunghole, "what the hell?! "
He looked back and sure enough Claire was burying her tongue in his ass-hole. She had his buns split open and her mouth wrapped around the entrance to his shit canyon. "Yeah, baby," he said, "go to it."
The more ardently Claire's sucking up his ass-hole became, the more feverish became Joe's eat out in Candy's pussy. Candy herself began to wobble with delight. Her hips shook and trembled, her skin crawled with goose bumps, her tits were firm and the nipples erect. "Shit," she wailed, "I think it's time that you fucked me up right!! "
"Yeah, baby, sure thing," said Joe. "Coming right up."
"Take your time," said Candy. "No quickie action. I want something that lasts for a long time, eh?"
"I'll give you a fuck you can remember me by," promised Joe. "So's when you see me in class tomorrow you'll be able to smile and think about my cock instead of frogs or bull weavils."
"Less talk and more action," commanded Candy. "Get to the fucking part."
"Sure," said Joe. He climbed up between Candy's soft legs.
She reached down and pulled on the base of his joint. The head of the cock went forward between her vaginal lips and landed with a direct hit on her steamy clitoris. The meat was slippery, he could feel it sliding beneath his cock head. She let loose of his joint, and, since he had the right area, he continued to work slowly on the sensitized piece of flesh. His cock eased back and forth, the head rubbing down the clit meat.
"Mmmmmm," she said, "that's just right. If you keep that up for five minutes you'll get an A in Biology."
"All right," said Joe. "You get your fucking just the way you want it, Mrs. Hobart. Just the way you want it."
He kept his dick floating across the clit meat. Candy's hips rolled and rocked in a gentle fever. She pushed her twat hole up around more and more of Joe's big dick. The mushroom head slipped by the clit, the rim snagging and giving a special thrill. He landed deep in the flesh valley, his entire piece of cock buried to the hilt in his high school teacher's pussy.
"Yiowzer," shouted Candy. "That's the way, honey." She shoved her hips upwards and grabbed him around the back. Her hands slid down to his hairy ass-cheeks and she pressed him into her crotch. His dick lunged forward, penetrated every nook, cranny, crevice, slit and fold of pussy flesh. There was meat in places inside Candy Hobart's cunt that she didn't know could be filled. She was hot and lusty and ready to come. "It's gonna be soon," she shouted. "Keep going."
Joe rubbed hard. His cock drilled her to the bed, nailed her at the spine. She couldn't move except to rock on his cock. "God damn," she yelled, pulling his butt open and closed. "Keep me going, baby! Keep me going!"
He fucked her harder, faster. Soon his dick flew at the most incredible pace in and out of her sucking hole. She began to pant, to gasp, to try to catch her breath. Her passionate wails and screaming even scared Claire a little. "Oh, God, fuck!" cried Candy. "That is one hell of a piece of meat!"
"Uuuumph," grunted Joe. "Here's some more." He pumped forward, plowed his cock down deep, gave her all the flesh she could possible handle.
"Oh, Christ!" wailed the Biology teacher. "That did it!" Her legs flew open in wild contortions. Her pelvis rolled left and right. Her legs shook and trembled, like an earthquake had begun in her pussy. She sweated beads of perspiration on her forehead and her long blonde hair matted up against her red cheeks. She was feverish with heat and sex and lusty. Joe's cock never stopped rolling down into her pussy. "Fuck me!" she cried ecstatically. "Fuck me hard!"
He jammed down, hammered her cunt with his powerhouse, TNT prick. There was no stopping him now. Suddenly, at one precise moment, he let fly his jism. "Oooooh," he groaned. "Ahhhhh."
The boiling sperm juice shot upwards and started off and finished off, all at once, Candy's orgasm. She came quickly, sprayed juice everywhere in her flooding channel, and rolled her pussy muscles up and down Joe Vanner's cock muscle. She milked him for the last drop of jism, squeezed and pressed his meat like bread dough. "Oh, shit," she moaned, "That's what I call a good fuck."
"Me, too," grunted Joe. He yanked his prick out of the puddle of clit juice and jism. The steely blue rod pulsed with blood, dripped juice of all sorts. Candy crawled down between his legs and sucked up the meat, into her face. Her curled lips, fleshy, soft, succulent, took care of milking the rest of his juice out of him. She cleansed his rod and made sure that he was comfortable. "For a young man," she said finally, leaning back and admiring her work, "you have a very nice penis."
"Thank you," said Joe Vanner. "For a teacher," he added, "you have a very nice twat." He smiled and laid back.
And so the night passed, with Claire and Candy fucking their brains out with the sixteen-year-old student from Harper Senior High School.
CHAPTER FOUR
The following day at school was a rough one for Candy Hobart. She'd spent the night sucking and fucking young Joe Vanner. He seemed to have a relentless strength, the ability to make his cock hard at will. He fucked both Candy and Claire until they were both so totally exhausted that Claire literally fell asleep with Joe's cock up her cunt.
So it was going to be a long day teaching Biology. By mid-morning Candy was half-asleep on her feet and in this mood accepted the invitation of Harper High's more aggressive Juniors. He wanted to take her hiking on a nature outing the next day, Saturday, and said that he would be pleased if she would join him. She agreed and they met the following day, downstairs, in front of Claire's apartment.
It was then that Candy realized what the young man looked like. He had a strong chest and large biceps, especially so for a Junior in High School. He looked like the kind of innocent young blonde man who would someday sell life insurance. But his cool blue eyes and his love of things natural permeated his disposition. He smiled and said: "I'm glad you decided to join me."
Despite the boy's youth, he drove a car in which they traveled some distance to reach the foothills in a nearby valley. When Candy asked young Dave Arnold about his driving without a license, he merely replied that he did "a great many things that other boys my age don't do."
Candy liked the youth's fresh spirit and determined right then and there to make sure she got a good hold of his young cock before the day was over. She found her opportunity when two hours later they stopped to rest in a grassy knoll.
"You know," she said, saddling up alongside the youth, "I was wondering what other things you do that other young men don't." She slid her band along his leg.
"Yes," he said, "I understand your curiosity." He took hold of her hand. "Perhaps you'd like to know what a young hiker's cock feels like." He placed her palm in the sweaty crotch of his hiking shorts. "You see," explained the young intellectual, "I have a special knowledge of things natural." His cock was bulging.
"I bet you do," said Candy, beginning to wonder what kind of young man David Arnold really was.
She rubbed his crotch, tentatively, and watched the blood run to his face. "You're blushing."
"I'm horny."
"Let me help." She reached to his pants, undid the belt, and had his shorts down below his knees. He wore a jock strap, probably because of the hiking, and Candy had a little bit of trouble removing the tight elastic cup. But once she did she was surprised and delighted to find that young David Arnold, intellectual, snob, slightly esthete, was also the proud owner of one of the largest penis muscles she'd ever seen.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, much in the manner that a gold digger might well have hollered with ecstasy when he struck his pick into a vein of metal worth a million dollars. "This is going to be a great hike!" She stroked the monstrous organ, and watched it take shape. like a worm stretching out in accordion fashion, the incredible meat lengthened and thickened into a firm post of penis flesh. "I've seen cocks this long," said Candy Hobart, "but none so fat and thick like that." She smiled.
"I take it this will be a satisfying organ for you," said David Arnold, the young intellectual from Harper High.
"We shall see," said Candy, blushing wildly. "It's gonna be fun, that's for sure." She smiled and stroked the organ of her dreams. "Just look at that thing grow!" she exclaimed.
The massive prick now stood out from the young boy's loins. It was impressively fat. The mushroom head had filled it's spongy tissue with fresh hot blood. It looked, by the size of it, that it would barely fit in Candy's luscious mouth. But she was a trooper and went down between David's hairy thighs with fervor.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed still aghast at the size of the incredible cock. "Here we go!" It took her one long lick and one short lick just to wet down the side of the shaft. She took to licking with the broadside of her long narrow tongue. A few moments later, the young boy's cock was covered with saliva. It pulsed red in the tip, steely blue in the thick shaft. It was hot, slippery meat.
"Hot damn," wailed Candy. "Look at that thing go!" She leaned down close and sucked the entire prick into her face. The mushroom cap bulged in the side of her slippery cheek. "Mmmmmm," she hummed. "Mmmmmm."
The vibrations traveled up the young boy's rod. "Wow!" he said, suddenly not intellectual at all. "Mrs. Hobart!" He watched the meat disappear into his teacher's loving lips. The entire cock was swallowed up. Her curling lips sucked and flapped, slid up and down the giant pecker. "Hot shit!" he grunted. He reached down into her chest, under the blouse. "Ooooh," he moaned, feeling her tender breasts. They were heated, soft and firm. The nipples were erect. He took hold of one of the titties, tugged gently. Mrs. Hobart came up alongside the young boy's face and pressed her tongue into his mouth.
"Ahhhh," he moaned, kissing her back hard and fast. "Mmmmm."
She spread small kisses along David's neck, on his shoulder. She undressed him, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off of him. They fell to the ground and groveled there while David struggled to remove his Biology teacher's clothes. Finally, they rolled nude in the grass.
Candy's lovely blonde body, her comely thighs and smooth legs and creamy tits rubbed against David's chest. Soon she had him under her and her snatch, wet and filled with leaking juice, rubbed his cock shaft. "Ahhh," she moaned, feeling the lovely dick sliding along the lips of her vagina, "that's a nice feel."
She hovered up above him, rubbing her snatch lightly along his stiff cock. She draped her tits down along his chest, rubbed the nipples lightly so as to caress herself on his body. "Mmmmm," she sighed, now stimulating both her pussy and her tender nipples on the boy's body. "You're a very good climber," she said.
"Oooooh, nice," moaned David. "Mrs. Hobart, this is very nice." He pushed his hips up so that his cock rubbed harder against her wet pussy. The bush seemed to make a grab for the thick mushroom head. The cap of his cock landed squarely within the slit. "Hot damn," he gasped. "There it is!"
"Mmmmm," she sighed. "Ugh." At first the prick had felt solidly in, but then, because of the incredible breadth of the thing, Candy felt her pussy being spread open wider than she intended, split and sent asunder.
And into the breach David Arnold stuffed his thick meat. "Oh, Christ!" she cried. "That's a big tough meat!"
"Mmmmm," hummed David. "Just right!" His prick slid up the sex tube, gouging her out. "Mmmmm," he groaned again, feeling his thick teenage meat spreading out in her pussy. The juice leaked down his fuck stick and eased the entrance.
"Ahhhh," gasped Candy. "It's so fucking hot!"
"Yeah," said David. He pulled the prick out.
"Why'd you do that?"
"I wanna try something else." He pulled on her hips and she got the idea he wanted to turn over.
"Now wait a second," she protested. "A fuck up the pussy is one thing, but ... "
"Butt!" exclaimed David. "Exactly right." He shoved her onto her belly. Candy sighed but provided little or no resistance. David wandered his hands around on Candy's fine ass-cheeks. They were resilient half-moons, globes of creamy heaven. He split them apart and took his slippery rod for a slide up the ass crease.
"Mmmmm," said Candy. "So far so good."
"Don't worry about a thing," assured David. "It's going to be just right." He took the ass-cheeks and spread them with his hands. They had life of their own, a muscle kind of softness. When the creamy cheeks were wide open he used a finger to test out her sphincter. It was a tight little piece of curled muscle. The diameter was small. But he wiggled one digit in and then drilled with it. "Yes," he groaned in ecstasy. "This is going to be just right."
He greased the ass-hole entrance with juice from Candy's twat. She was on her hands and knees and all David had to do was reach down into her honey pot. He did that a couple of times, spread the heavenly oil here and there along the ass crack and made sure to get a nice puddle going in the bunghole itself. Finally, he wet down his gigantic cock stock and placed the head on the target area.
. "I can feel you getting ready," said Candy. "Are you sure you want to do this, David?"
He reached up and took hold of the nape of her silky neck. His other hand wrapped around her mid-section. Any effort on Candy's part to evade the coming attack, would thus be thwarted. He stuck the head of his cock up into the tight little muscle.
"Oh, God, no!" she wailed. She squirmed forward, tried to crawl away on the slippery grass. But David's clutch on her neck and around her waist was too much for her. He plowed his dick meat down heavy, into the shit canyon.
"Fucking-A!" gasped Candy. "It's too damn fucking big!"
"No it isn't," countered David Arnold. He slammed what remained exposed of his prick down into the shit hole. There was no stopping him now. "Ugh," he grunted, landing his cock for the kill. "How's that?"
"Christ almighty!" shouted Candy. "It hurts like hell!"
"Tough shit, baby," said David. He had a sadistic grin on his sweating young face. "This is what you've been waiting for, Candy Hobart. A nice hike in the woods and a nice hike up your ass-hole!" He jammed harder and deeper. His rod was buried in the young teacher's sweet rectum, to the hilt. He drilled his spike into the tube of Candy's anal cavity.
"Oh, Jesus," she complained. "Do you have to do that? It's too fucking big." Her rump ached with the tremendous pressure of the young boy's large pecker. He released her waist-continued to keep her head bent at the neck-and used his free hand to peel back her buttocks, to better see how deep he'd penetrated. "How's it look?" asked Candy.
"Not all the way in yet," said David. He shot forward, into Candy's crupper, and his dick now went the distance as Candy's plaintive screeches would have indicated: "Fucking-A! You ass-hole, you mother-fucker, you dirty no good cheap son of a bitch! Get that fang out of my ass-hole or I'll make sure you never graduate from Harper High! You hear me!" She wagged her hips in a constant battle with the tough prick. But her threat to have David in trouble at Harper seemed to have slowed him down.
"Now listen," he said. "If you flunk me out or get me in trouble," he continued, his spear still firmly lodged in the teacher's ass-hole muscle, "I'll spread it around how you fuck like a wasp." He jerked his meat out of her ass-hole.
"And I thought you were such a nice boy," said
Mrs. Hobart, trying to look into her own anal cavity to see what kind of damage had been done. "And you turn out to be an ordinary rape artist!"
"Oh, come off it," said David, in his most mature fifteen-year-old voice. "You love fucking."
"But not that way," said Mrs. Hobart. "At least not with a sword that size up my ass-hole."
"You want to fuck the regular way?"
"In a minute," she said.
David leaned forward and took a good grip on one erect nipple. He tugged lightly. "Mmmmmm," he groaned, appeased to have something to do while waiting for his teacher to recover. "This is a nice little tittie." He leaned down and pulled the cap of soft brown and cherry red nipple into his face. His tongue licked and lapped like a dog's at the mound of breast flesh. He went sucking here and there and traveled across with his snail-like mouth to the other titty. He found it equally ready for a good sucking and did his best to make sure the nipple was hot and bothered.
By then Candy was ready again for some real fucking. "No bullshit," she said. "Just a simple fuck, see?"
"Sure," said David. "Lay down."
Candy lay down on the soft grass and spread her lovely blonde thighs. David Arnold rubbed his hands along the inside of the heated loins. The flesh was soft, tender to the touch, a moist kind of flesh fur in the middle, her snatch, ready, willing and damp, hot to have a cock in it. "Mmmmmm," he moaned, feeling his way along the lips of the vagina. "Nice and easy." He could feel the slippery fur meat getting softer and hotter. He finger fucked her for a couple of good strokes and then climbed up between her legs. She ground her pussy upwards, along the shaft of his gigantic cock. The mushroom head fell neatly downwards, into the soft space and slippery insides of Candy's lovely twat hole. It was all liquid and satin, a special feel for David's plunging sword. "Oh, God!" he groaned, rolling his hips in a labored fever, "what a fucking cunt you have, Mrs. Hobart!" His lance had pierced her to the spine.
"Ugh," grunted Mrs. Hobart, "it's a mighty fat dick you have, David Arnold. Mighty fat!" She reared back up on her spine, flinging her legs onto the young man's shoulders. In this position she could take more of his cock without a strain. "Ahhhh, ooooh, mmmmm," she sighed. "That's the way."
David plunged his joy stick into the widened breach. "Mmmmmm, good," he grunted. His rod worked in and out, up and down and all around inside the gushing cunt. It was everything he'd asked for, and just a little more. "Hot damn!" he hollered on one particular sensual thrust. "Nice!"
"Yeah," moaned Candy. She was getting close to coming. Her pussy folded closed around the huge hog head. The muscles rolled up and down the length of shaft. The mighty mushroom head felt inside her twat like a blooming piece of sponge. It spread out and pulsed, ground into her cunt walls, absorbed juice while it penetrated, prodded, probed, and fucked her into oblivion and ecstasy. "Ahhhhhh!"
David felt something on his butt. Candy's long arms had reached down and around and she played lightly with his buttocks, tickling and fondling his hairy ass-cheeks. Her finger slid into the space between the flapping, bouncing, pounding cheeks and she managed to give him a knuckle's worth of twirling digit. David's cock leapt forward with a strength of its own, jammed the cunt full of himself, and sprayed jism everywhere. He filled up the mighty tight muscular pussy and flooded it with hot come.
The ejaculation shot off Candy's hair-trigger orgasm. Her pussy muscles squeezed and milked on the piece of meat. She sucked with her cunt, made sure to take in every drop of his juice. The sperm liquid mixed with the clit ease juice and boiled them both into a melting pile of steaming flesh.
"Shit!" wailed Candy. "That was good!" She started to pull her legs down but David continued to pump his cock in her twat. "Aren't you done yet?" she asked.
"No way," he said firmly. His meat was still hard and flashing, maybe not coming or squirting, but flying in and out of the liquid hole. He jammed harder, stiffer, into her twat space. The walls were rubbed in every direction by his powerful ramrod meat.
"Oh, God," grunted Candy. "I'm gonna come again!" She rolled and swayed with his gyrating hips. His rhythm was contagious. She sucked up the dick with her now involuntarily squeezing pussy muscles. Her insides were working like a soft flesh hand, an automatic tube that could milk any cock in the world. "Oh, fuck me!" she cried.
"Uuuuuummmmph," grunted David, sending his cock forward another three inches, into the lovely juicing twat channel. "Garuuumph." His prick opened up fire again. He would now be coming again. The sperm juice splattered on the back wall, and again Candy's pussy forcefully milked the massive meat bone for all she could get from it. When it was over this time, they both rolled over and spread out their spent flesh bodies. Candy's nipples were still erect, the tits still firm and crawling with goose flesh and chill. She was flashing in her face, hot and cold but she was done fucking. Her body was shaking with post-orgasmic chills.
"That was nice," said David, who appeared to recover much faster. "Very nice."
"Yes," groaned Candy. Her legs were spread wide open and the pussy leaked the brackish liquid mixture of come and jism. David investigated. He saw the open pussy, with the spread lips of the vagina, the folding clit, now resting, easing down from erection and disappearing into the slippery mysterious cunt canyon. He could see a muscle twitch every now and then. He took to rubbing Candy's incredible thighs and her belly. "You're very nice to me, David," she said. "I like you."
"Me too," said David.
Candy sat up and took a good hold on the base of David's now bent cock. She held the slippery piece of snake at the base and licked off the slime of jism and juice. "Mmmmm," she groaned, "this is nice meat to suck off. I just want to get you clean." But the more she sucked the harder David became.
"If you keep sucking like that," said David, "I'm going to get hard again and have to fuck you all over."
"That wouldn't be so bad," said Candy, "except that my pussy feels like a full ashtray right now."
She continued to lick him clean. He came up hard fast. She took his dick between her tits and he blushed. She rubbed his dick between her fine titties and then sucked some more on the head of his meat. Finally, he came another time and that seemed to finish him all together. He lay back moaning and groaning, mumbling inarticulately about his favorite kinds of candy, the best, of course, being his high school teacher, Mrs. Candy Hobart.
"Mmmmm," sighed Candy, "that's nice." Later they hiked back to the car and drove home. It had been one hell of an outing for both of them.
CHAPTER FIVE
Naturally, Candy couldn't let David go just like that. She wanted to pass on the boy with the hefty meat to her new roommate, Claire. So when David and Candy arrived back at the apartment, she invited him upstairs.
Claire sat sipping tea in the living room. Candy made the introductions and told Claire the most important factor: "David here has the largest cock I've ever seen."
"Oh?" said Claire. She patted the couch space next to her. "Have a seat, David. Let me see."
David Arnold blushed and sat down next to Claire. She put her tea down and unbuckled his belt. "What's that?"
"It's a jock strap," said Candy. "We were hiking."
"Oh," said Claire. She tugged on the elastic underwear and pulled out a portion of David's monster organ. "It is big," she said with a fresh greedy smile. "Can I suck it, David?"
"I don't know," he said, shy, high schoolish. "Mrs. Hobart is really my friend and all, but we never met, you know, and..."
Candy quickly suggested: "Claire's my favorite friend, David. You should let her."
"In that case," said David, "alright." He pulled his pants down around his ankles. His mighty prick, slightly pink from use, fell out.
"Oh, my God," exclaimed Claire. "Look at that thing!"
"Don't you just want to eat it all up?" said Candy.
"You know I do," said Claire, stroking the lovely penis muscle.
"You can, you know," said David, smiling and taking off his shirt. "Just go ahead."
"Mmmmm," moaned Claire. She knelt between his legs and palmed the underside of the hefty snake-like meat. She ran one finger up and down the length of the shaft. "It's nice and warm," she said. "Very nice and very warm." Her creamy face was blushing bright red. "I'm going to suck you off, David,"
"Good luck," said Candy.
Claire bent down to the head. She licked the spongy skin and the large rim. Her long narrow tongue wet down the entire shaft. Kissing the balls and the insides of his thighs, she used her hands to pull the meat out of the way. Holding it up like a flesh bat, she worked her way around his groin and finally, back up to the shaft of the pecker. When she finished, young David's prick was soaked with saliva, firm as a steel pole.
"Wow!" hollered Claire. "It's gonna be a hot fuck!"
David smiled. "May I feel your tits?"
"Well," kidded Claire. "I don't know." But she smiled and unbuttoned a part of her blouse. David reached a hand into the moon-shaped titties. He tugged slightly on the erect nipples. "Mmmmm," moaned Claire. "He knows how to touch."
"Yes," said Candy, sitting down opposite Claire and David, on the carpet. "He knows how to fuck, now, too."
"Oh?" asked Claire, while David played with her chest, "that's good."
David reached both hands into Claire's ample chest. He had one tit in each hand. Meanwhile the teacher continued to massage his prick. She rubbed it like a piece of wormy dough between her wet palms. The slippery dick rolled back and forth between Claire's long fingers and soft palms. The head was clearly getting bigger and hotter.
"Mmmmmm," hummed David. "You have a different touch than Candy.
"I do?" asked Claire. "How's that?"
"It just feels different, that's all." He smiled and gave her nipples a little tweaking.
Claire could no longer control herself. She was blushing heavily and she stood up to undress. She took her pants off first. While she started to finish undressing by taking off her blouse, David reached his hands up between her lovely thighs. He rubbed the already heated loin tissue and fingered her wet bush. When he located one digit up in the canal, Claire twittered and shook her titties. "Mmmmmm, boy," she gasped, "this is going to be good."
David pulled the big, voluptuous woman down beside him. He kissed her heartily on the lips, driving his tongue down her throat. "Mmmmmm," sucked Claire, giving him much of her tongue. "Nice."
David's hands wandered around on Claire's chest. He found that the titties went taut with goose bumps and chills. She was flashing hot and cold when he arrived, kissing and sucking, at her belly. "Hot damn!" exclaimed Claire. "Give it to me nice!"
David's hands worked along the tops of Claire's smooth thighs. He dipped in and kneaded the flesh around her pussy. It was soft, firm loin flesh, smooth and nice to touch. He spread out the lips surrounding the vagina and fingered the clitoris meat within. "It's going to be a nice cunt to fuck," he commented. "I'm going to like this."
"Me too," moaned Claire. She laid back on the sofa and spread her legs.
David worked along the tops of the thighs again. He was kissing each leg with his lips. He started at the knee and worked his way up. When he arrived at the place where Claire's ample smooth thigh ran into her hip, he crossed the area of pelvis and groin and went down, kissing and licking and sucking, the other leg. Then he started kissing her snatch and kissed the outsides of her vagina. The lips were smooth and slippery, wet with ease juice, folded open.
"Ahhhh," sighed Claire. "Get to my clit, buddy." She put her stretched out arms and hands around his head and drove his face down into her pussy. He had no choice but to drill her cunt with his long tongue. "Good," she said. "That a way!"
David's strong tongue searched the dark flesh corridor for active clit meat. He found the pulsing button of sensitized flesh. His tongue swabbed it, pushed it back and forth, and Claire squealed: "Oh, God, that's it! That's it!" She squirmed under his deft tongue drilling, her legs folded open and her knees bent upwards. Her pussy was all his, to do with as he pleased. He sucked and licked and tongued the ease juice out of it until Claire was shaking with anticipation.
"O.K., " she yelled. "Alright, give me that cock, now! I want it now!"
David switched positions. He now straddled Claire's face with her dick hanging down in her mouth. She took much of the monster meat into her teacher mouth. "Mmmmm," she hummed, delighted at last to have a portion of the big cock to deal with. It was in her cunt that she wanted him to place it, but this would do for the time being. She licked the penis head, the pecker shaft, and the nut nest. She nibbled on the sides of the cock, making sure, as she did, to wet him down thoroughly. She wanted the cock good and hot and wet. She wanted to make sure that the lovely hog meat slid right down into her twat tube with no complications. And to make sure that this happened, she licked and sucked and ate the massive red meat, the steely blue boner, until she herself turned blue in the face.
Meanwhile, David was busily preparing the teacher's pussy by licking and eating it. He had pushed her legs apart even wider and the soft flesh of her loins shimmered and shook while he applied a furious drilling to the incredible soft sex hole. "Mmmmmm," he hummed. The vibrations shook the gentle cunt walls. The jelly inside came sliding out and down. David was happy. "Mmmmm," he said. "I think you're almost ready."
Claire's hips bounced upwards into David's face. "Hot shit!" she wailed. "This is gonna be good!"
"You're fucking-A right," said David. All of his intellectual pretense had long since passed. He was a fucker now, no longer a virgin. He was a hot shit, a stud. He jammed his prick against the teacher's pussy meat. He found the clit and nibbled against the teacher's pussy meat. He found the clit and nibbled it up between his lips, sucking and thrusting his tongue as often as possible.
"Oh, nice," grunted Claire. "That's just right."
"Good," muttered David, talking into the liquid hole. "Good." His tongue landed another quick lick at the clit meat. Claire's legs spread again, bounced open. Her pussy was pulsing and ready, hot for a nice prick up there.
"Come on," she moaned, "I want that prick up in me." She pushed his prick down, away from her face and between her tits. David slid down, his cock dragging behind him. He turned around and fell between Claire's lovely nubile thighs. The skin was so soft and smooth and warm that he considered jerking himself off between her legs instead of going in for her pussy.
But Claire had ideas of her own. She slid her hands down to David's ass-cheeks and rubbed soft circles into the hairy firm cheeks. She used her palms to press him down between her legs. His cock ended up between the lips of her vagina. "Ahhhh," she sighed, happy to feel the huge mushroom head rubbing up along her soft clit and hairy pussy in general. "That's the kind of treatment that teacher--likes. Keep it up!"
"Don't worry," said David, drilling and pressing, pumping and grinding. He pushed his cock down into the liquid channel.
"Oh, shit, fuck, Christ!" moaned Claire. "That's a fucking large penis you got there!"
"Yeah," said David. "All the better to fuck you with, eh?"
"Mmmmmm," she said, feeling the thick hot meat spread open her tight little tube. The juice started to work to lubricate the narrow pathway. "Aoooohh," she cried. "Give it to me good! Run that dick up into me!"
David complied. He jabbed his dick harder and faster than he had intended. The meat penetrated, mushroom head first, down into the pussy cavity.
The juice had done a fine job of making the fuck possible. Everything was slippery and heated, though slightly tight.
He pulled and pried, in order to open the channel a bit. "Hot damn!" wailed Claire. "That cock is a big shaft jerking me around! I don't believe it's so tough and meaty!"
"Yeah," grunted David. "Tough and meaty." He smiled and poked harder. His dick went down a good three inches further, into the mesh of tender wet flesh. "Ahhhh," he groaned. "There's the back wall."
"Oooooh," moaned Claire. "That hot prick is in, credible!" She shoved her hips into his groin and sucked with her canal on the hefty piece of prick meat. Her legs rode up in a natural motion, over his shoulders where her feet dangled on his back. She rocked her pussy up and took all of his meat into her widening pool of clit juice. His prick floated in and out of the delightful puddle of juice. "Ahhhh," she screamed. "Give it to me! Fuck me up good! I love that meat!"
She pushed her hips up into his crotch. His cock jabbed harder, penetrated the most remote canyons of her snatch, and, finally, she began to shudder with delight. "Mmmmm," she screamed under her breath, beginning to pant and gasp, "it's such a big cock!" She was grunting and moaning when David began to weave an incredible pattern with his hips. His cock rubbed along one wall, then along the other, then back to the end of the canal, then out and finally, like a drill press, he rubbed relentlessly forward.
"Oh, yeah!" shouted Claire. "That's the way!" He jabbed hard and slid his hands down to the teacher's ass-hole. He spread out the flapping cheeks of ass. He used one digit to run a soft imaginary line from the base of her spine to her pussy, along the ass crease. Then he returned, bringing with him a wet, lubricated index finger, and pulled open the circle of anus sphincter flesh in her rectum. His finger drifted upwards, into the shit hole.
"Oh, Christ!" yelled Claire. "It's too fucking much!"
David probed with his finger and his dick at the same time.
"Ah, shit!" hollered Claire. "That's hard!" .
He twirled his digit and she jammed her groin up into his, in order to avoid the pain in her ass-hole. Her pussy sucked up another delicious inch of his hot mushroom-headed prick. "Fucking-A!" she screeched. "That's perfect!"
He got ready for her orgasm. He was sure that any minute now the woman would shoot her spray everywhere. He smiled and kissed her on the mouth. Her lips were open and ready, and when he pulled away she had that look of concentration on her gasping face that meant that any second now she would enter the land of orgasmic oblivion.
"Fuck!" she screeched at the top of her lungs. Her pussy contracted around his cock. The smooth slippery muscles of her twat milked his jerking penis. The back wall seemed to float open. He went in another inch or two and poured in his sperm juice.
His pulsing rod pulled the hair-trigger of her orgasm. Claire began to come.
"Oh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her hips gyrated, her pussy squeezed she milked his come into her twat-her ass opened and his digit slid in another knuckle's worth. "Hot fucking damn!" she cried. "It's a good fuck for my twat, alright! A damn good fuck for my twat!"
"Mmmmm," creamed David, almost out of jism. His cock was still sputtering every last drop of come from him. He shoved his stiff dick down the liquid hole where her deep muscles pulled and tugged and demanded to be satisfied by his massive cock head. "Hot shit!" he groaned. "That was good!"
He rolled off of her like a log. But, thinking he was done and not expecting it, he practically jumped off the couch when Candy slid her hands up his loins and took to cleansing his rod.
Take it easy," she said. "Why are you so jumpy?" She sucked his prick down into her face. She wanted to clean him first. Just watching him fuck with her friend had made Candy horny again. She wanted to make sure that she got her commission on the fine dick meat. She licked it up and down and took to kissing the very hot nut nest. So, David, rather than falling limp as he might have expected to, was instead heading for another erection. The thought occurred to him that he might very well end up fucking himself to death that way. But, he considered, what better way to go. He lay back and watched Candy work.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed scraping the juice off his thick meat, "what a cock we've discovered, eh, Claire?"
"Really," said Claire, still catching her breath from the wonderful fuck with David. "He's so young, too."
"Yeah," said Candy. "That's wonderful too, isn't it. I mean, I think I'd rather fuck a teenager any day, wouldn't you?"
"He's so hot!" she said. "I'd fuck anything that hot!"
Both girls laughed. But Candy continued to work on David's firming prick. The pecker had begun to stretch upwards again, the mushroom head had begun to take on the heart-shaped form that Candy loved, and the big blue vein on the top of the meat was jerking with fresh blood, a reservoir to keep the hot come at the right temperature. Soon, they'd be hot and at it again.
"How's that feel?" asked Candy. "Is everything alright? Does it feel the way you like it?"
David looked down at the lovely blonde face in his crotch, between his legs. Her lips were thick and wet. Her tongue stretched forward and licked the shaft. He was slippery wet and hot all over. "It feels fine," said David. "What about, though, just a little more licking."
"Sure," said young Candy Hobart. She licked the shaft with her long tongue. "like that?"
"Start from the bottom," directed David.
She placed her tongue at the base of his shaft and licked upwards, as though attacking a popsicle.
"How's that?" she asked when she had finished by licking back and forth across the broad span of his spongy mushroom head.
"That was good," said David. He took her head in his hands. Her hair was soft to the touch, silky and blonde. He pushed her face down on his meat. "Now," he said, "I want you to take all of my pecker between those lovely lips of yours." He pushed some of her hair back and out of the way.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, sliding down on his pecker. "What a delicious cock meat!" Her lips folded around the slippery pole. It was stiff and hot and long.
"Oh, God," moaned David. "That's just right, Candy." He watched his prick disappear into his teacher's mouth. "You get that whole thing in there, and I'll be amazed."
Candy accepted the challenge. She reached her lips far down to the base of young David Arnold's prick. She had the whole hog in her face and she actively sucked it. "Mmmmmm," she hummed sending vibrations down his cock shaft and into his hot nut nest. "What a prick!" The words were garbled by the thick prong of penis in her face.
"Good," said David. "Really good."
Candy rubbed her palms along the inside of David's thighs. She pushed and pressed her hands up and down his heated loins. He loved the feel of her fresh hands doing him justice. Her prick suck was just the thing David needed. He loved to have his cock buried in her face while she used her hands to stimulate the rest of his body and his nut nest.
"You're good," he said, still holding onto her face. "Mmmmmm," she sighed.
He took a good hold of her face and slid her up and down on his rod. He was the piston, her mouth was the cylinder. They slid back and forth like that, with Candy sucking, with David pulsing, for some time. Claire looked on in a state of passionate jealousy. Though she'd come once, she was now ready to try it again. "Listen," she said, "I'd like to get in on the act."
"Sure," said Candy. She held David's cock out of her face. While she spoke, she rubbed the soft flesh of her face against the head of his dick. "We'll move to the floor. David will get on top. I'll suck him and you play with anything else you want."
"Terrific," said Claire, ecstatic with the idea. Everyone moved to the floor. David took his position on all fours and Candy slid her lovely smooth body underneath him. His cock fell nicely into her face. Her tits, when he leaned down, rubbed up against his balls and stimulated even more of his hot groin.
Claire chose to begin her joyful work by playing with David's ass-hole. She spread out his cheeks and rubbed her face down the ass-crease. Her tongue landed neatly in his bunghole muscle. The curled piece of flesh opened for her and she plunged her tongue into the space.
"Ahhhh," grinded David. His meat shot forward, down into Candy's mouth. "That's perfect, Claire. The more you do that the better I feel."
"Yes," said Candy. "The more you ream out his ass-hole, the more cock he gives my mouth, too!"
The threesome were all happy with their work and their pleasure. Soon Claire took to spreading out David's cheeks even more. She was able to get her tongue darting, in and out of his smooth little shit hole.
"Hot damn!" wailed David. "That's great!" He pushed his dick down into Candy's delicious oral cavity. She used her lips to make a kind of suction chamber. So, every time David moved, his prick was sucked on by the thick hot lips. He was wet all over his joy stick. And his nut nest was firm with anticipation, ready for the ejaculation that would soon be coming.
"Ahhhh," moaned Claire. "Nothing like a fresh little ass-hole to eat out!" She loved his butt. She was the kind of a teacher, who, though she'd never before done it with students until Candy helped her. out, had always dreamed of eating out the young men, giving their cocks the kind of pleasure they loved, sucking on their nuts and kissing them all over. Fucking of course, was the final wish. "Mm," she grunted, looking down his spread shit tube, "what a fine morsel of meat you have for me, David."-
He swayed his butt from side to side, as if to say: "Baby, my rectum is all yours."
She dove back into the hole, drilled him with her tongue, and came up smiling. "You know," she said, "I'm tired of this particular ass-hole. Let's switch positions."
Candy loved the idea. She slid out from under
David, leaving his big cock slippery and cold, hanging. She assumed the position between his buttocks provided him with a long narrow tongue, and began eating and reaming the shit canyon. "Yum, yum, yum," she hummed. "Just right!"
Meanwhile, Claire slid her full melon tits right under David's cock and balls. She wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled his crotch down into her face. His balls rubbed softly, at first, against her tits. Then she slid forward and his nuts dangled on her chin. Most importantly, his cock slid down into her mouth. "Mmmmmm," she panted. "Perfect." She took to sucking him off.
"That's just right," he said to both women at once. "Just the way it should be."
Candy wrapped her hands around him, and while she ate his ass-hole, she also rubbed his chest. She had a perfect angle for pulling on his masculine titties. She tweaked them, tugged a little, gently, and then licked some more of his butt chamber. "Ah, God damn," moaned David Arnold. "I never would have believed it could happen!"
"Mmmmmm," creamed Claire, "isn't it amazing what three people can do together?"
"You know it," said David, jamming his cock back into the-teacher's face. She sucked him down into her long narrow throat. "Ahhhh," said David. "Just right."
"It's time for a little fucking," said Candy, removing her mouth from David's shit hole. "I want that hog into a cunt right away."
"Yeah," said David. "I'll buy that."
"I didn't figure," said Candy, "that you young teenagers could keep fucking as long as you do. It's nice."
"Really," said Claire. "Who's first."
"Me," said Candy. "I want that cock up my cunt right now."
"You couldn't go for a little eating first?" suggested Claire.
"Well, now that you mention it...." Candy spread out on the living room floor. Her legs were covered with small goose bumps. The flesh was silvery, blonde, beautiful. She had the nicest legs imaginable, and Claire was only too happy to flop her face down between those fine legs and take to eating out the succulent cunt.
"Mmmmmm," moaned Candy, thrilled to have her teacher friend's tongue humming madly in her wet pussy. "Just so fine!" she wailed.
Claire had located Candy's clit within seconds after her tongue landed in the twat channel. "It's perfect and lovely and I love eating you," she moaned. Then she dove back into the twat hole.
David watched the two women in oral intercourse. Pretty soon Claire changed positions so that her cunt would hang in Candy's face while she ate. Now both women moaned and groaned while they ate each other's vaginas.
"Mmmmmm," hummed Candy, her tongue flopping this way and that inside her friend's twat hole. "I love to eat you, Claire." Her tits were rubbing against Claire's belly. They made a lovely flesh sandwich while they ate each other out.
'Well," said David, "that doesn't leave much for me to do."
Claire was on top and she was the one who said, "That's not true. You can play with my ass-hole, if you like."
"Good," said David. "I like to oblige." He came over and sat down beside the two women. They were pumping ferociously at each other's bodies. David slid a hand into Claire's ass crease. The plump buttocks folded open. There was her ass-hole ready and willing for whatever use he had in mind. He slid a finger down into Candy's cunt, where Claire nibbled on her friend's pussy and clit. He came up with., a nice wet digit which he promptly applied to Claire's bunghole. "How's that?"
"Lovely," moaned Claire. "Just a little harder though, if you don't mind."
"Certainly," said David. He stuffed Claire's rectum and the curled sphincter spread open with the pressure of his digit. The finger sank down into the shit flesh.
"Ahhhh," grunted Claire. She waved her hips from side to side and continued to drill Candy's pussy with her tongue.
"Mmmmmm," moaned Candy. "Don't you think it's time?"
"Yeah," said Claire. "Let's go to it!"
The two teachers rolled apart. Candy made herself available for David. He landed nicely between her comely legs. His cock slid up into the hairy wet hole. She was soaking with plenty of ease juice. The smooth tunnel was well lubricated and an easy make, even for his gigantic meaty rod. "
"Ahhhh," sighed Candy. "There it is!" The pole penetrated her pulsing wet pussy. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, grinding her groin into his crotch. "Give it to me, honey."
David caught his breath and shoved hard. His cock went searching the canyon for a proper angle and resting place. Candy swirled her hips. The pattern she wove stimulated and rubbed every portion of his thick shaft. "Hot damn," he chortled, "this is a good fucking!" He screwed her tail to the floor, pinned her down good, kept his rod shaft shoved way back into her pussy.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, the mighty pole now fully inside her narrow twat channel. "It's delicious!"
Her pussy took to eating up, gobbling down the meat. "Mmmmmm, ahhhh, oooooh," she panted. "What a fucking!" She rolled her hips and the muscles in her pussy did the same. She was juicing his cock, milking him, grabbing his penis meat shaft the way a good soft hand might have, only slippery, heated, wet.
"Uuuuuumph," grunted David, shoving his prick even harder. He took to running his sword-like phallus in and out of her hole.
She grunted back, stuffed her cunt with his hot cock. "It's so good!" she yelled to Claire. "It's the best yet!" Her pussy leaked a steady river of ease juice. David's cock floated in and out of the canal. He began to use a steam rolling technique, flattening her out by his relentless pounding. "Fuck!! " she wailed. "Give it to me!"
"Mmmmmm," he hummed.
She lifted her belly up into his, pushing him up off the floor. His body was suspended on the flesh trampoline of her belly and cunt and legs. He continued to push forward, in and out of the liquid channel, and five strokes later, he was thrusting through orgasm.
"Oh, damn!" she cried. "I can feel that hot jism boiling in my pussy pot!"
"Good," said David. "Have some more!" He jerked his rod in and out and the yanking and throbbing caused his cock to spread juice all along the walls and floor of the twat channel.
"Oh, shit!" cried Candy. "Here I go!" Her tender pussy trap muscles squeezed and milked. She could feel the cartilage in the bone of his sex muscle. "Mmmmmm," she said, taking the grinding cock with everything her cunt could provide. She wanted the sex flesh to send ripples of muscular contraction up and down her loins, her pussy, her belly and chest. She loved the feel of a tough hot meat sending her into ecstasy. "Christ!" she wailed. "There it is!"
He felt her juices pouring out, spraying him with ease liquid. "You're coming!" he shouted. "Good for you!" He pumped his prick down into her pelvis. She couldn't let go of his penis now. Her hands slapped down on his fanny, held him close, into her pelvic girdle. The heated flesh sweated as the contractions took over, sucking his dick, milking him for everything he had. "Hot fucking damn!" he yelled.
Candy eased down off of his rod. "Mmmmmm," she sighed, out of breath and panting, "that was good."
"Yeah," said David, rolling over on his back and smiling with delight. "That was the best yet!"
Claire looked on in dumbfounded agony. She knew, just by looking at her friend Candy and the boy David, that neither of them could give her an orgasm now. She was lonely and needed to be satisfied. "What about me?" she asked.
"You're gonna have to wait," said David. Candy said nothing.
Claire picked herself up and came over to David who lay on his back, panting and spent. "Mmmmmm," she said. "What about if I just finish you off with a quick cleaning?" She thought that if she sucked him up pretty good he might get hard again. Then she too could have a delightful fuck and would have a nice orgasm.
"Sure," said David. "You can clean me off, but no more fucking for a while."
"Sure," said Claire. She bent down and took to licking the limp penis meat. It was bent over like an old worm. But it was hot meat, anyhow. She licked it up good, sucked the head into her face. But soon it looked clean, but not hard. She kissed the nuts. Nothing, no reaction at all, came from David's used crotch. Claire sat back. "Fuck!" she said angrily. "I got nothing out of that round."
"Jerk yourself off," David suggested. "We don't mind."
"Sure," said Candy. "Go ahead. I'll tweak your titties and you can get a little masturbation action going."
"Alright," said Claire. "What the hell?"
"That's the spirit," said the young high school boy. "Go to it."
He watched while Claire took to fondling and tweaking her own clitoris. Meanwhile, Candy sucked on Claire's titties and made sure the nipples got a bit of stimulation and licking. Within a few tense moments, Claire was coming. Her finger came out of her pussy wet and tired, but she'd had a mini-orgasm from masturbating. She stretched out and recovered her breath a few moments later.
That night, the three of them, two lovely high school teachers and the young junior from Harper High, slept together in Claire's bed. Young David Arnold had the best night's sleep ever. And why not? On one side of him was the lovely voluptuous Claire, and on the other, her tits shaped like creamy pears, her pussy always warm and leaking, was the incredible body of his high school biology teacher, Candy Hobart. He had the sweetest dreams ever that night, and never forgot the wonderful times he spent with those two women.
CHAPTER SIX
Nor did Claire and Candy ever forget young David Arnold and his super-cock. But as the weeks of fucking and sucking with teenagers continued, both teachers grew bored with just one cock.
In that spirit, then, on a night when David was not expected, Candy invited George Potter, a Senior at Harper High, over for dinner. Her excuse was "tutorial conference," but her method was the "basic seduction."
After a great dinner, prepared by Claire, Candy suggested that they all three move to the sofa for a little after dinner drink. Naturally, George suspected nothing and graciously accepted the cordial invitation. Seated between the two lovely teachers, however, George found himself somewhat more comfortable than he expected. Candy's hand ran gracefully up his left thigh, Claire's along his right.
"My, my," he said. "I didn't know dinner with teachers would be so much fun."
George had sandy blonde hair. He was built like a football player, a center or half-back. He was, in fact, Harper High's left back. But when it came to women, George was his very own quarterback.
He took both women's hands and placed one on each of his nuts. "Oh, ho," giggled Candy. "He's a forward fellow, alright!"
"Yes, indeedy," laughed Claire, getting a good feel of George's nut sack. "You know just how get us started, young George. Yes indeedy."
Deliberating over his next move, George suddenly felt a soft palm sliding across his hairy chest. He looked down and discovered Candy's slick hand and arm between the buttons of his shirt. She had a long tanned arm, soft and smooth, and her fingers were busy inside his shirt, on his chest, teasing his masculine titties. She tweaked one, tugged the other, rubbed at the fur on his chest.
"Oh, that's very nice, Mrs. Hobart," he commented.
"What about this?" asked Claire. She leaned down between his legs and rubbed the insides of his legs with her soft hands. She caressed the loins and worked slowly but surely back to his balls. When she arrived at the nut nest, she went up to his zipper and pulled open the fly. Her fingers slid into the small metallic opening and fetched out the penis within. The mushroom head lopped out into the open. "Mmmmm," hummed Claire, playing with the exposed portion of George's meat with her fingers. "What about that?! "
"It's pretty," said Candy. "It's very nice." Her face glowed with warmth. There, in front of her, finally, was a new meat with which to deal. She'd become so bored with David's prick that any new phallus would have satisfied her. "Just look at that thing. This is going to be fun!" She watched Claire working on the prick cap.
"Mmmmmm," smiled George. "You two are a couple of the strangest teachers I ever met."
"That's because we tell the truth about our feelings," said Claire.
"What's that?"
"like for example, I want you," began Claire, "to undo your belt and give me your whole cock and nuts to suck on. That kind of truth."
George had a perplexed look on his large face. "You mean it, don't you?"
"She sure does," said Candy, reaching fox George's belt. She undid the buckle and tugged on the hips of his pants. "Come on George," said Candy, "never keep a lady waiting."
George hoisted his seat off the couch. His pants slid easily down below his knees. Flying in his crotch was the splendid member that Candy wanted, along with Claire, to fuck with. "Hot shit!" exclaimed Claire, "look at that!"
"Really," said Candy. "I can hardly wait."
Both girls were sitting back on their knees staring at the curled piece of prick flesh. The sack rested below, a kind of double bumped pedestal for the penis. "Well?" asked George. "Who first?"
The two young women conferred on this matter. "Now, listen," said Claire, quietly eyeing George's pecker over Candy's shoulder. "I think I should eat him, you know, lick it up good, and you should eat out his ass-hole. Then we'll switch. Then hell fuck you first."
"Or you first," suggested Candy. "It doesn't matter to me."
"O.k., " said Claire, taking off her blouse and pants. Now she spoke out aloud: "George, I'm going to suck you off first and then, well, never mind. Claire and Candy will take care of everything. You just stand up and undress completely and come over here on the living room floor."
While young anxious George undressed, Candy and Claire warmed each other up with a couple of quick lickings. Then Claire insisted on a quick little ream out for Candy's ass-hole. So Candy sat down on her hands and knees and spread out her rectum for Claire. The buns seemed to float open. The anus muscle was twisting wider and wider. Claire's tongue dove for the space and drilled softly at the shit canyon below. "Mmmmmm," moaned Candy. "Very nice. Very, very nice." She shifted her weight a little when she saw young George waiting. She nodded to him and George, without Claire noticing, laid down in front of Candy:
Claire continued to work on Candy's ass-hole, and meanwhile, Candy sucked on George's fresh rod.
"Ahhhh," sighed the football player, "that's the kind of sucking a kid should get all the time."
Hearing this, Claire yanked her tongue out of Candy's ass-hole and looked up front. "So," she said, excited and beside herself with joy, "it's cock time again!"
"Yup," said Candy, letting George's penis slip from her mouth. The thing was hard and flashed red and blue, steely like a hot poker. "He's nearly ready for fucking, too," added Candy.
Claire came around and examined the big dick. Thus both of the teachers were on their hands and knees around the young man's nude body. On one side of him George could see the hanging melon-styled fruits, Claire's breasts, and on the other side, the floating, pear-shaped titties, Candy's lovely tits. He could not believe his good luck.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned, reaching up one hand between each set. "What a day!" He had a good feel of each girl's titty when one of them, Claire, went down on his cock. She sucked up the head, between her thick succulent lips, and George continued to play with her erect and cherry nipples.
"Ahhhh, oooooh," moaned the girl, while George's hand roved around between her tits and along her belly. "It's so nice to be touched by you young people," smiled Claire. Then she sucked up the dick into her face again, and licked the mushroom head as though she'd not seen a good cock in some years.
Meanwhile, Candy came around to the front. She leaned over George's hungry mouth with her own. At just the right moment, she bent down close to him and brushed her lips slightly along his own.
"Mmmmmm," hummed George, "so soft and nice."
"Yes," said Candy. "There's more to high school than Biology, eh?" She smiled and kissed George along the side of the neck. "Mmmmmm," she cooed afterwards. She let her face float along his furry chest.
"Nice," said George. "Very nice." He had the double sensations of someone sucking on his dick and someone else working on his chest.
Candy located one of his nipples and tongue it with her mouth and lips and mouth muscle. "Mmmmmm," she creamed, crouched over his masculine titty with her mouth, her tits rubbing against the near tit, her mouth taking in the far one, "what a nice man you are, George."
The word "man" melted George. No one, not even the Harper High Football Coach had called him a man, let alone a nice man. His cock flew up into Claire's mouth.
"I don't know what did it," said Claire. "But his cock is a mile long now! Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Yum, yum, yum." She went down on the elongated dick and licked the hairy shaft, the nut nest, the cap and head. "Mmmmmm," she grunted. "It's so big and hard and soft at the same time." She smiled and laughed a bit, but then returned to concentrating on keeping the cock well-concealed in her hot wet face.
"Ahhhh," groaned George, feeling his prick well up with fresh hot blood and excitement. "Mmmmmm-mmm.
Candy took to pulling and tugging on his tits. She pulled one with her mouth, the other with her fingers. But, bored with working on George's chest, she crawled around to the other side where she could get a nice angle on Claire's ass-hole.
George watched Candy move. She slid one hand along the other woman's ass-crease. She located the tiny hole below, too. Then she dropped a knuckle's worth of index finger into the wet shit cavity.
"Hot damn!" wailed Claire. She let loose of George's cock and held onto it only with her hand. She squeezed the base of the meat for a moment, and the prick slid between her fingers as she rode her palm up and down the thick meaty pecker. But her real interest was in the activity in her ass-hole.
"Is it nice?" asked Candy. "Am I doing alright?"
"Alright?" asked Claire. "You're doing perfect!"
"Mmmmmm," smiled Candy, pleased to know that her work on her friend's ass-hole was heading for success. She dove back into Claire's rectum, shot the length of her narrow mouth muscle down into Claire's bunghole and left it there for a moment.
Claire wiggled left and right with the tongue stuffing her ass-hole. She couldn't believe how well her shit canyon had been penetrated. "Oh, God, fuck!" she wailed. "That's so nice!"
"Good," said Cathy, pulling her tongue out of Claire's ass-hole. "Just you wait until we really get things rolling!" Candy leaned to one of the round half-globes. She gave it a good wet smack and then sat back on her haunches.
Claire swung around and slid her mouth onto one of Candy's big boobs. She licked the puddle of brown and the pink nipple in the middle.
"Mmmmmm," grunted Candy. She took hold of Claire's face and pressed her hard against her own bosom. "I love to be kissed on my titties. It makes me so happy."
George, having been momentarily discarded, sat up on his knees. There remained one tit for his mouth. He took hold of Candy's open breast and sucked the nipple into his face. Thus, Claire sucked on one nipple, licked that breast, and George worked feverishly on the other.
"Oh, God," creamed Candy. "It's so nice to have you two people working on my tits like this!" Her face was red and sweaty. She was moving quickly to a state of aroused and passionate frenzy.
George spit out the nipple for a moment. He took to holding the entire breast with his two hands. He pushed the nipple upwards and licked at it, like an ant-eater would lick at a mound of insects. But he did so relentlessly, stroke after stroke.
Soon Candy complained of over stimulation to that breast. "No," she moaned. "It's too much. Stop! Oh, God!"
She took George's head in her hands and brought his open mouth up to her own face. She dropped her tongue down into his succulent oral cavity and they both French kissed for a moment. "Mmmmmm," hummed Candy. "That's so nice!"
"Yes," said the younger man, pulling his mouth away. He slid down, between Claire's sucking body and Candy's smooth belly, and landed his face between Candy's spread haunches. He had his tongue within range of her cunt.
"Oh, God," cried Candy, watching George move, "it's going to be delicious." She laid back so that he would have a better angle.
Claire took to laying down, too, but she was spread out with her face on top of Candy's right tit. George had his face between Candy's soft nubile thighs which were spread out wide and bent at the knees.
"Mmmmmm," hummed George, investigating the sex hole. The honey pot leaked a plentiful supply of ease juice. George followed the rivulet of juice up into the hole, licking it and sucking as he went. He kissed Candy's soft pearly thighs and then licked her vaginal lips. He found the opening to her pussy large enough for two fingers.
"Hot damn," moaned Candy from her back, "one friend on my tit, the other in my cunt. What could be nicer?" She smiled and watched George licking her cunt and Claire sucking her tit. "Oh, God," she groaned. "Give it to me good, George. Really good."
George was doing his best. He had located Candy's little clit meat and had taken to sucking the thing up between his lips. Simultaneously he used his hands to stroke her slender smooth hips and thighs, and occasionally her one available breast. But mostly, he kept his cock-like tongue lapping her pussy.
"Oh, nice," grunted Candy on a particularly deft stroke at her snatch. "Very, very nice."
George kissed his way up Candy's body. He worked himself up and out of her pussy. He kissed the soft streak of flesh between her hips, the area around her navel, the space between her tits and he shoved Claire down and out of the way. He kissed the vacated tit left behind, the other tit, sucked them both, and then he stroked, with his tongue, Candy's lovely neck and face. He finally placed his tongue deep in Candy's lovely face and mouth and landed his cock, at the same time, in one long stroke, way into her pussy.
"Oh, God, fuck!" she moaned, the football player's cock streaming down into her twat hole, "how'd you do that?"
George rocked to and fro on top of the Biology teacher's smooth fresh body. He pummeled his penis into her pussy. Relentlessly, he stroked her cunt with his cock. He never let loose of her body. He had his arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled, hugged her groin into his. Driving his cock in this manner, he penetrated her twat channel and landed at the back cavern in no time at all.
"Oh, shit!" cried Candy. "It's big and it's good!"
"Yeah, baby," said George. "Big and good!"
"Mmmmmm," she creamed, rocking her hips up into his. "How do you like that?"
"I like that fine. How do you like this?" He stroked his prick down into the fine deep cunt. The tip of his mushroom head landed along the back wall.
"Ouch," she wailed. "It's too hard. Go easy."
George picked her up around the waist and tilted her pussy downwards. His cock flew up the hole and wedged a good piece of ass for himself. He used his other hand to stimulate Candy's luscious ass-hole.
"Hot damn!" she cried. His digit traveled up her anus muscle, into the desiring shit canyon. "Really, George,"-she falsely protested. "I just don't know about you young students!"
"Oh?" asked George.
But all of the protest was gone. She had melted in his arms. The digit twirling her sphincter muscle, the sex muscle jamming her cunt open, his tight hold around her sweating waist-all of this combined to send Candy into a boiling rage of sexual lust. She leapt for more of his cock, her pussy opening and closing, milking him, demanding that he shoot his jism into her canal.
"Give it to me," she begged. "I want that hot come!"
"In a minute," said George. "You go first."
"No," she said. "You. I want to feel that hot come. Then I'll come all over the place."
He wouldn't take no for an answer. He picked her up around the waist and jammed and jabbed his prick head into her cunt hole. The juice started flowing quickly and easily. She couldn't control herself and began breathing heavily. Every stroke of his mighty sex wand was a step toward orgasm.
"Ahhh, fuck!" cried Candy. "It's gonna blow me apart! Wide open!" Her hips ground against his, her pussy pulled and tugged on his cock, her face was red and blushing with heat. She was seconds away from having a nice orgasm.
George pulled his cock back, like a man cocking a bow and arrow. He let loose quickly and jabbed his sword-like phallus the length of Candy's hot cunt.
The results were terrific. She started steaming and streaming. The juice literally poured out of her. A mini-earthquake shook her body. She trembled and shook with fright and sex and lust and her own heat.
"Oh, Christ!" she wailed. "Don't stop now! Just don't stop! Fuck me! Just keep fucking me up the cunt! I don't want you to stop now!"
George had no intentions of stopping. He was jabbing his cock too fast and too hard into too much of a good thing in order to be able to stop. He kept doing so, too. He plunged his phallus upwards and was sure to rub up and down on the steadily flapping little piece of clit meat. Candy's holster was a juicy thrill.
"Oh, Christ!" wailed Candy. She was juicing terrifically. Her cunt muscles began to squeeze and expand on George's cock. There was a terrific milking action, especially around the head of his meat. "Oh, Jesus," cried Candy. "Give me that jism! I want the jism now!"
"You got enough juice in there," said George, his cock floating in the spray foam of her orgasm. "If I add any more to that hole of yours, it's gonna be like going swimming."
"Please," she begged.
"No," he said finally. "I'll come inside your buddy, but not now, not in you now."
"Fuck," she cried, like a little girl. The fact was that her orgasm couldn't have been any better. George would have been wasting his come if he shot off now. He had to fuck old Claire, too, he remembered, and if he came just now it might make things difficult a few minutes later. So he held off and soon Candy accepted the fact. She rolled off of his dick and admitted: "I'm pretty much satisfied, anyhow." She smiled and tried to catch her breath.
The minute that Claire espied George's big stiff rod, she nearly leapt across the room in order to get at it George lay back and spread his loins and crotch open. His giant steely blue cock stuck up in the air like a spike.
"Oh, God!" gasped Claire. "This is going to be fun!"
The big wedge of meat was covered with loose juice. It was a cool glue on the shaft, and deep pink on the heart-shaped prick head.
"What a nice pecker," said Claire as she slid her hands along the slippery shaft. She took the piece of pecker with both of her little fists, one on top of the other, and slid her hands up and down the greasy pole. She sat off to the side jerking George's meat up and down. Her hands slid easily along the shaft and meaty mushroom cock head. There was plenty of juice everywhere.
"Mmmmmm," hummed George. "Claire, we're off to a good beginning." He smiled and watched her work.
She used one hand to pull and tug on the skin, the other to slide up and down the wet shaft. The meat was getting to that point where a cock feels like it vibrates with anticipation. At one point, Claire used one hand to tug on George's titties. She pulled on the mushroom head, the spongy part of the pecker and tugged on his tit at the same time.
"Ahhh, ooooh, uuuumph," grunted young George. "That's nice." He watched the strange teacher running her hands along his body. Her palms were smooth, tender, warm. The feel of her hands on his body was enough to make him come already. He was putting off the inevitable orgasm, the juicing that might put them all away for the evening.
Claire looked down at George's meat. "I'm going to lick you up good," she said, "just you wait and see."
George laid back on his elbows, his head against the base of the couch, and watched Claire carry out her promise. She used only her tongue. Up and down his cock shaft traveled her mouth muscle. When she began with his hot nut nest, she worked her way around and up, like the red stripe on a barber shop pole, and finished off at the cap, licking and swabbing the mushroom tip. When she began at the tip, working her wet way downwards on the shaft, she would end up licking and kissing the hot nuts at the base of the dick.
Either method met with George's approval. He moaned, "Oh, fuck!" or "Jesus Christ! What head!" or "Fuck me around, babe! You are good!" He watched her swirling lips, her agile narrow wet tongue, her blushing face as she scrubbed his meat with her mouth muscle and soft cheeks. "Mmmmmm," he creamed. "Delicious, eh?"
"Oh, yes," grunted Claire. "Delicious!"
Candy caught her breath and watched Claire work on George's meat. "That's wild," she commented. "I love to see your tongue working like that."
"Me too," said George. "It's a real pleasure."
Claire moved with thrilling accuracy to stimulate the shaft of George's mighty pecker. She slid her tongue up along one side of the slippery prick, and down the other. She kissed the hot nut nest, she licked the insides of his heated loins, she sucked up the neat stiff joint. The entire cock landed between, her lips, buried in her mouth. "Mmmmm," hummed Claire, in heaven now because she had a nice young prick to suck. "Mmmmm."
"Yeah, really," said George. "It's nice. But don't you think you could go a little faster?"
She looked up, with the edge of his cock still in her mouth. "How's that?"
"like this. Let me show you." He took her head by the sides of her face and moved her mouth up and down on his wet slippery joint. Her mouth acted like a mobile pussy. He pulled her up and down on his prick, sliding her mouth along his shaft. She sucked her lips closed and the suction action on the sides of his pecker was exactly what he loved. Up and down he slid her face, all along his meaty pecker. "Ahhhh," he groaned, using Claire's face and hot moist mouth to masturbate his own joint, "that's the way I like it!"
"Uuuuuuuh," she complained, unable to catch a decent breath. "What about fucking now?" She was hot and turned on and she didn't like having her face and mouth used that way.
"Sure," agreed George. He let loose of her face and spread his legs. "Hop on!"
She smiled and climbed up along his furry body. He was hot and wet, between his legs, along his thighs, on his belly, and the hairs on his chest were matted down from stimulating caresses and leaking pussies. "You're perspiring," she commented objectively.
"Yeah," he said. "Babe, I'm hot and horny for you!"
"Mmmmmm," she ground against his cock. Her cunt crushed his mushroom head down and then she slid in the other direction, dragging her wet bush up along the thick sensitized flesh of the shaft.
"Oh, nice," moaned George, every inch of his meat in heaven. "I can feel that juicy twat sliding along my prick. It's just right."
"Good," said Claire. " 'Cause I'm gonna keep moving like this until we get lucky."
"What do ya mean, lucky?" asked Candy.
"I mean," said Claire, "until his dick just slips right in."
"Mmmmmm," said George, tilting his hips upward slightly. His cock slid neatly into the beginning of the cunt tube.
"Oh, shit," moaned Claire, "there it is already."
"Mmmmm," hummed Candy. "I see what you mean."
Slowly but surely, George's penis was disappearing up into the twat channel. His cock head led the way, parting the vaginal lips, burrowing into the sex hole. The liquid from Claire's twat greased the runway. He was going to make a perfect landing with his giant phallus.
"Oh, Christ!" she moaned. "Give it to me, George. Give it to me good!"
George took his time. He wanted to slowly slide into place. There was no need to hurry. The mushroom head bulldozed in slow motion, plowing the furrow open and ready, splitting the cunt space apart. He moved relentlessly up and into her cunt space. "Mmmmmm," he hummed. "Just right."
Claire helped the slow fuck pace. She let her pussy drift downward on the penis. She could have very easily jammed her cunt onto the stiff joint and thereby crushed the penis into her hole. But instead she moved steadily onto the spike at just the right speed. "Mmmmmm," she said, feeling the muscle of sex massaging her insides. "It's good and fat."
"Yeah," said George, quite simply. "You like it like that, eh?"
"You know I do," said Claire. "I like it a lot like that." She smiled and let her hips float downward around the hefty meat. Her pussy slipped along the thick meaty shaft and sucked the mushroom head high up into her pelvis. "Oh, God," she moaned, feeling the thick spongy head rolling into her back cavern. "It's good!"
"Yeah," said George, "very good!" He rolled his groin high into Claire's cunt.
"Ahhhh, ooooh, nice," she grunted. "Rub hard now." She was on top of him, stuffing her wet juicing cunt with his big long penis.
"Here you go, honey," said the younger man, "just the kind of rubbing you want." He straightened out his back and his cock poked upwards. He prodded the pussy meat, stuffed the canal, and shot off into the backyard of Claire's suburban pussy.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "It's boiling in there!" She wove a pattern down onto his dick, sucking up more and more of the hefty pogo stick rod. "Rub it up good," she wailed.
She rode his rod like a merry-go-round pony. She held on to his titties, leaned down on his chest and rubbed her cunt up and down on his squirting shaft. She panted and gasped for breath as the hot come shot up into her canal. "Fuck me!" she hollered. "Fuck me up good!"
"Anything you want, honey," agreed George with a big smile. "Anything at all." He hiked his penis up into her flaming pussy. She rode him for everything he had to give her, milking his sputtering rod of every last drop of his sperm juice.
"Oh, boy," she said, grabbing on tight with her trained pussy muscles. "Teacher never had such a good joy ride like this! Delicious!"
"Glad to be of service," grunted George. "After all, you are a friend of Candy's." He yanked his spent prick out of Claire's pussy. "There you go, honey. Just the way you like it."
"Wait a second," said Claire. "I was just about to come."
"Aw, come on," complained George. "Don't give me that shit. You'd ride me like that all day long. I got things to do."
"No, you don't understand," she said. "I'll be horny for a week if you don't finish me off." She grabbed at his shoulders and pulled the big football player back into her arms. "Please?"
"Oh, alright," said young George. "But I haven't got much of a hard-on at all anymore."
"I'll take care of that," said Candy. "You eat up what's inside Claire's pussy while I eat your cock."
"Oh yeah?" asked George.
"Yeah," said Candy. "Then when you're hot enough, you'll turn around and fuck Claire. Got it?"
"Yeah, but I just shot off in there. I don't want to eat my own jism!" complained George.
"You should have thought about that before," said Candy. "But now it's not your decision."
"And what if I don't do it," said George. "How you gonna make me?"
"Well," said Candy, looking at her fingernails, "I know that physically we can't make you eat out Claire, but on the other hand, word might get out that you were failing Biology and that you weren't going to be able to play football this year."
"I get it," said George. "Blackmail."
"Now, now," smiled Claire. "Why not just be a good boy and start eating."
Reluctantly, George leaned down to Claire's cunt where he had recently popped off a load. He laid sideways and ate her pussy, especially the clitoris meat.
Simultaneously, Candy took to sucking off his meaty powerhouse rod. Five strokes from her deft tongue brought him up strong and stiff. "You're ready," said Candy."
"Yeah," said George, seeing his boner. "I sure am.
"Me, too," said Claire. "Get that cock into me."
"And make sure she comes," said Candy Hobart. "Or your career on the football squad is somewhat limited, at best."
George grimaced and hopped onto the pussy. His spike of meaty flesh jammed down deep into Claire's cunt. She screamed like a banshee, but she began to come immediately. Her pussy was all liquid in no time at all. Her slippery insides gripped a tight hold on George's penis and she didn't let go until she'd come for five minutes in a row.
"God damn," said George, "I had no idea how much sex she had left in her."
"Yeah," said Candy. "And you wanted to leave her like that."
He continued to grind his pecker down into the teacher's hot liquid canal. The hole was steaming with juice. A steady river of clit liquid poured along the shaft of his meat. He found himself anxious to come again. But just as he was approaching orgasm, Claire rolled out from under him, saying as she did, "Thanks a lot, George. I'm sorry about the trap we had to use to get you to fuck me like that, but I really needed it. Thanks again."
But George was himself now in the same position he'd earlier left the teacher in. "You know," he said, "I really sympathize with the problem you were having. I wonder if you feel the same way with me?"
"What do you mean?" asked-Candy, glancing down at George's big stiff meat. "You want another fuck with teacher, eh?" She stroked the length of his slippery shaft. Her finger ran smoothly from the tip of his mushroom head to the back of the hilt of the rod. "Is that it, George? Another fuck?"
"Yeah," he said. "You catch on real fast."
"Alright," said Candy. "But make it fast."
To George's surprise, Candy leaned down on all fours. She spread out her legs. He couldn't be sure, but the thought crossed his mind that Candy Hobart wanted his cock up her ass-hole, not in her pussy. But he approached her from the rear, pretending that he felt she wanted it up her cunt, just from behind. But when he arrived at the site of the penetration he'd planned, Candy said, "Oh, no, George. This quickie is gonna be up the old bunghole. Understand?"
"Yeah," said George. "I think I guessed that."
"Good," said Candy. "Just get to it."
George felt a little like a slave. No matter what he did, the two teachers could trap him into any behavior they wanted, always threatening to get him kicked out of sports if he misbehaved. He threw his weight into the fuck up Mrs. Hobart's ass-hole.
His cock head inserted, he began to thrust his stiff rod with relentless force and pressure.
"Oh, God damn shit fucker!" cried Candy. "It's too rough."
George let up a little. He pecked and poked and used his hand to manipulate his teacher's little clit meat. This was his last fuck, he figured, and he'd better make the coming for himself, anyhow, just about perfect. He jabbed his sword deeper into the shit canyon.
"Oh, God!" groaned Candy. "That's one hell of a meat, George!"
"Yeah," he complained softly at her somehow ridiculous comment. "This is one hell of a bunghole, too!"
"Uuuuumph," she groaned. "Good shot."
George pushed his meat down deeper into the hole. He was a stroke or two away from filling the shit canyon with plenty of hot come. It was what he wanted, simple and plain. He hoped that Candy Hobart would accept this fuck for what it was.
"Ahhhh, ooooh," she gasped, as George let his prick fly in and out of her ass-hole. "That's perfect, George. Keep it up."
He thrust harder, faster, into the small shit space. Candy's anal canyon grabbed hold of his meat. He stuffed harder and soon he was squirting jism into the sucking rectal space.
"Oh, God," she cried. "Nice hot pudding!"
"Yeah," groaned George. "Just right."
"You must be the center on the football team," she said. "That's why you send it up the center of my ass-hole."
"Bullshit," he said yanking his cock out of her bunghole. "I put it up your shit trap because you asked me to." He started to dress. Claire came over, though and licked him up and down. She cleansed his rod with her long narrow wet tongue. When she was finished she smiled and apologized again for the blackmail.
"That's alright," said George, "I'd have done the same thing myself if I were in that situation. Horny and powerful."
"Yeah," said Candy. "Well, good night."
George left the apartment with a hollow feeling in his guts. He didn't know why, but he thought that the teachers were up to no good.
Candy looked at Claire after the door closed. "Do you realize," she asked, "that you and I can get all the young penis we want from now on?"
"How?" asked Claire.
"Just by the rules at Harper High. See, every guy and gal has to take Biology. Which I teach. Which means that whatever sport the dude plays, I can blackmail him into fucking me by telling him if he doesn't perform, well, he's going to flunk my class: fuck or flunk. And if he flunks instead of fucking or sucking, well then he's off the team."
Claire smiled and then laughed out loud: "That's perfect. What a great trap!"
They kissed each other good night and went to sleep dreaming hot and lusty fantasies about all the young meat they were going to be getting from Harper High.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Listen to me, Mrs. Hobart," began the Principal of Harper High School. "The word is out that you and your students have been up to some fairly indiscreet kinds of behavior."
"I'm not sure what you're talking about," said Candy. She crossed her legs and her skirt rode up high, to the middle of one of her luscious thighs.
"What I'm talking about," said the older Principal, Higgins, "is that if any more vicious rumors about sexual habits circulate the school, I'll be forced to ask for your resignation."
"I never heard of such a thing," protested Candy Hobart. "Tried and judged and executed without so much as a bit of anyone's testimony."
"I don't need testimony," said Principal Higgins.
"Do I make myself clear?"
Candy Hobart stood up and said, "Quite clear." She shook her healthy rump on the way out of Higgins' office.
He smiled and said to himself: "If I were the age of these youngsters, I'd be out there sucking and fucking with the best of them. And she's one of the best. No doubt about that."
Candy strolled leisurely along the pathway leading to the lunchtime mall. She wondered if any more rumors about her indiscreet sexual acts were presently circulating. She was about to take a seat when a firm hand smacked her on the behind and took her by the arm.
"Don't sit down," said a young man who she had never met. "I want you to come with me."
"Well, I'm afraid..."
"Don't be," said the young man. "My name is Jake Higgins. My father is the Principal of the school. Now do you recognize me?"
Candy inspected the boy's clean blue eyes, his chiseled features and handsome jaw bones. He had the lean muscular look of a modern day executive. "You're the Principal's son?"
"That's right," said Jake. "And no matter what we do together, we're safe. Understand?"
"Oh, I get it," said Candy. They made their way down the A-Corridor.
"Listen," said Jake, "you don't have to do a thing with me if you don't want to. But if you do, it'll be on your side. And that can't be bad, eh?" He pulled a ring of keys from his pocket and looked from left to right. They'd stopped in front of an unmarked door in the corridor of classrooms. When he saw that the coast was clear, Jake lifted the key to the hole and opened the lock. The door opened and he took Candy by the hand. "Come on," he said, "you can make up your mind in here."
He pulled her in and shut the door. They ended up sitting on a couple of piles of stacked towels, the laundry room for the school. "See," began Jake, "I've always wanted to make it with you, Candy. And if you did it with me, well, then when my father tried to boot you off the faculty, you could always say that Jake Higgins was one of the students you did it with. Get it?"
"Yeah," said Candy Hobart, blushing and heated with desire for the young boy. He was the first young man who had acted like a hero toward her. "You know," she said, "I kind of like your idea. But you know what else?"
"No," he said. "What else?"
"I like you." She leaned forward with her lips parted. Her mouth pressed against his. Their breath was hot and moist, flaming with desire. They worked quickly, trenching each other, their hands wandering here and there about each others' bodies. Soon Jake had his hand inside Mrs. Hobart's blouse. He bad her tits red and raring to go. He wanted to suck her nipples.
Candy, for her part, had a good tugging on Jake's cock in progress. Soon she would have the meat out of his trousers and into her mouth. "You know," she whispered with a hot lusty breath in his ear, "we should get undressed."
"Mmmmmm," said Jake, taking his hands off his teacher's tits. "You're right."
They stood up and took off all of their clothes.
"How much time have we got?" asked Jake. "Do you have a class?"
"I have the next period free," said Mrs. Hobart. "What about you?"
"Don't worry about me," said the young man. "I can straighten out everything with Pop."
"Mmmmmm," said Mrs. Hobart, looking down at Jake's exposed member. "It's so pretty."
She couldn't help but palm the penis. She stroked it from the top with her other hand. "Mm mm," she hummed again. Her soft legs bent at the knees and she knelt between the student's spread loins. "Lemme have some of this meat for my face," she said.
Jake pushed forward. His prick landed on target, between Candy's luscious lips. She opened wide. His cock went smoothly sailing down her long throat. "Mmmmmm," they both hummed at once.
"Nice," said Jake. He watched the young and beautiful teacher's mouth surround and suck up his cock. She had lips that were thick like pieces of liver, and her tongue worked on the inside to massage and caress him into stiff lust. "Ahhhh," he grunted.
"Ooooh," she gasped, sucking his stiff meat up good. She took the young man's cock out of her face and held the slippery base. Every now and then she waved the meat from side to side, or slid her little slippery fist up and down the thick shaft. "Mmmmm," she said, "I'm very glad we met, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes," he said, watching her place his prick next to her soft cheek; She rubbed the rim of the mushroom head along the bottom of her blonde jaw bone. Then she stroked him up and down with her small slippery fist wrapped around his thick sex muscle. "That's sweet," he said.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "I like a nice hot thick cock like yours." She smiled and slid the big shaft and sucked up a nice vacuum around his meat. Up and down went her face. He held her by the ear and slid her along his shaft.
"Oh, good," he grunted. "You give good head, Candy. It's nice!"
"Yeah," she mumbled, the prick still in her face. "Mmmmmm." She wondered to herself if she might not do something just a little different with this particular prick. She took it out of her face and looked up at young Jake Higgins. She slid the cock under her arm, into the pit, and played with the balls for a moment or two with her free hand. Then she took the penis back from her arm pit and sucked on it again.
"Oh, shit," wailed Jake, "that's amazing!" He felt good all over. Chills ran from his stiff pecker up to his belly. From there the chills went around his waist and up his spine. But while the goose bumps went up his spine, Mrs. Hobart's hands went down and in circles around his ass-cheeks.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed as she played with Jake's hairy buttocks. "I know this is going to be a nice one now." She smiled and looked up at him, sliding the cock back into her face again.
"Oh, yeah," said Jake, watching her work. His penis slid into her face, between her lips which finally gathered at the base of his dick. She held all of his meat in her mouth and she held his buttocks, one by one, in her massaging palms. "Oh, God," he grunted. "It's good to be with a real woman."
Candy Hobart used her knowledge of Biology, which she taught every day, to make sure that young Jake Higgins got the best satisfaction from her that he could ever imagine. She rubbed his muscular ass-cheeks and ran the side of her hand up and down the crack. "How's that?" she asked. "Pleasant?"
"You know it is," he said softly.
"Yeah," she said. She slid her finger out of his ass and into her mouth, along with his dick. Then she went down and dipped her willing digit into her pussy. Once the finger was soaked with clit juice and saliva, she reapplied it to the bunghole in Jake's ass.
"Hot damn!" he groaned, jumping forward as she shoved her finger up his ass-hole. "That's incredible!"
His cock shot forward into Candy's lovely face. The mushroom head landed somewhere in the back of her face, enough to gag her. "Arrgh," she grunted, trying to get a better angle on the big meat. "Maybe if you moved a little more slowly?"
He shot a look down at her, as if to say: "Maybe if you didn't jab so hard with your finger in my ass-hole!"
She understood and released the pressure of her finger in his bunghole. She twirled lightly instead, and this kind of stimulation worked better for both of them. She kept her finger moving lightly in and out of his ass-hole and he kept his cock sliding nicely in and out of her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, on a particularly adept stroking of her face.
Or, "Oooooh," he might cry when Candy's lips provided just exactly the kind of sucking he wished for.
They enjoyed the sucking and ass licking and playing for some time. Finally, however, Candy wanted something more for herself and she suggested to Jake that he eat her for a while.
"Certainly," he said. "Why not?"
They readjusted their positions in the laundry room. Jake checked the lock on the door just to make sure that no one would inadvertently find their way into the private love den.
Then he spread himself out on a few bundles of towels and made his cock and mouth both completely available.
"Nice," said Candy, inspecting his long blonde body. "This is gonna be fun."
She positioned herself over his body. Her pussy rested on his mouth and chin, her head between his hairy thighs. She had her slender cute knees on the laundry on either side of his hips. Her long thighs stretched downward around his face. He could reach her pussy easily with his long wet tongue. She could eat him so nicely with her mouth.
"Ahhhh," she sighed, "this is more like it, eh?"
"Yeah," mumbled Jake into the pussy above him. If he had wanted to, he could have supplied her ass-hole with plenty of meaty tongue as well. But his choice was to eat her cunt. He slobbered away at her clit meat. The button of flesh was easy to find. It stuck right up, raring to go, and flipped of its own accord. Jake applied his tongue to the powerful piece of cunt flesh.
"Mmmmm," moaned Candy. "Rub harder. Really get that clit of mine going."
"Yeah," he mumbled again. He took the little piece of sensitive, sensuous flesh and rubbed it up between her lips. When he had a secure enough hold on the slippery piece of clitoris, he ran his tongue along its tip. This particular action sent Candy into the throes of ecstasy.
"Oh, God!" she wailed. "That's it! That's perfect! Don't stop!"
She was so taken with the fucking to her clit that she forgot entirely about sucking on Jake's cock which flopped indelicately in her face, flogging her on the cheek.
"What about me?" asked Jake. "Aren't you going to suck me off a little bit? Just for fun?" He looked up over her ass-cheeks to Candy's reaction.
"Of course," she said. She picked up his cock and slid it into her mouth. He dutifully returned to sucking off her clit-penis. "Ooooh," she cried again, letting his meat go flopping about. "Ahhhh!"
"Concentrate!" he commanded her loudly. "Otherwise it's no good for me. Understand?"
"Oh, yes," she said, quickly grabbing his hefty prick again. She slid it into her face and as was implied by his command, sucked the head of his dick into a good lather.
"Ahhh," he moaned. "That's much better." He continued to nibble on her little sensitive cunt penis. "Mmmmm," he moaned, bringing her close to orgasm already. "This is going to be just right."
He ran his hands up the length of her legs and landed on her buttocks. Her rectum was soft and pliant, ready for his stiff finger. He kept his tongue and lips working on her clit. But his fingers went about a more coarse task: reaming out Candy's ass-hole.
"Oh, shit!" she moaned, when Jake's finger plunged downward into the bunghole cavem. "Oh, God damn fuck!" she wailed.
But all of her obscenity and screaming merely served to spur him on. He drilled her ass tube with his diligent finger. She wobbled on his handsome face as his finger worked down into her shit canyon, as his tongue worked about on her clit meat.
"Oh, God, fuck!" she gasped. "It's too much! Too fucking-much!"
"Now, now," he said, letting up on her cunt and continuing to drill her ass-hole. "You know you can handle all of this. After all!"
"Yes," she said, feeling a bit relieved to have a young man giving her so much confidence. "I suppose I can." With that she went back to sucking him off again. She sucked up the meaty head of his pecker. Her tongue curled around the rim of the heart-shaped tip. Her mouth could contain him, but she chose to tease a bit just now. She kissed his balls, nibbled on the side of the shaft, as though it were a cob of corn. She wanted him to turn over, too.
"Ho, ho, ho," he laughed. "I wonder what you have in mind." But he turned over.
She went about the job of reaming out his ass-hole with her tongue. She wasn't afraid of his shit or the tube around the shit either. She went down deep. Her tongue gave him a special thrill.
"Ahhhh, oooooh, geee," he moaned aloud. "That's very nice work you do, Candy. Very nice."
"Thank you," she said, taking a brief breather. She smiled and played with the space between his buttocks while she relaxed from eating his rectum. "You have a very sweet ass-hole there, young Mr. Higgins. It's been a pleasure to ream it."
"Good," he said. "I can recommend you to a friend or two, in that case."
"Mmmmmm," she smiled, wondering what he meant by that. She didn't want the reputation business to be starting up. In fact, that had been one reason why she'd gone with the Principal's son. But she would deal later with that. Right now, she decided it would be best to suck this young man up into a nice stiff boner and then to ride him into orgasm. "You ready?"
"You know I am," he said smugly. "Just get those tender teacher lips going again, and I'm your man!"
Obediently, the teacher re-arranged herself and sucked up Jake's cock. Her lips tugged on the rim of the splendid mushroom head. "What a cock you have!" she exclaimed at one moment. And then later she said: "It's so stiff and excited!"
"Mmmmmm," hummed Jake. He watched Candy's lips roll down the length of his meat. She sucked and licked and sucked some more. When she reached the base of his meat, and his entire pecker existed now inside her hot moist mouth, she reached forward with her lips and attempted to grab at his hot nuts. "Ahhhhh," moaned Jake, watching her incredible efforts. "Candy, you are totally amazing!"
"Why thank you," she said, holding his dick out of her face. She rubbed the meaty thing against the side of her face.
The buzzing in Jake's ears told him he was ready to fuck. "You know," he said, "I think it's time for a little real action. Enough of this sucking around, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean," agreed Candy Hobart. "It's time for a little cock and cunt action."
"Yeah," said Jake. "So what do ya say you lay down and spread 'em for me, eh?"
"Yeah, baby," she said. The teacher took the student's position on the piles of laundry. She spread out her legs, open and wide. Her face was blushing considerably, but her pussy was hot and wet and open. Her clit bounced lightly inside. "I'm ready," she smiled. "Give it to me."
"Yeah," he uttered under his breath. "Here you go!" He brought his steel pecker into position outside of her pussy. He landed the head of the fine penis meat at the opening and prepared to stab the cock shaft into her. "Here you go," he said. "Ready?"
"Go slow," she requested. "Just to be sure."
He lowered himself into her cunt, like a crane dropping a cannon. His cock head landed smoothly in the bottom wall of her hot wet pussy. The tube was all liquid ease juice, a veritable swimming pool for his penis.
"Mmmmmm," he panted. "It's nice and soft in there." Her legs were wide open and up and ready. The insides of her thighs were as smooth and slippery as the insides of her cunt. He ran his hands up and down her legs while simultaneously he lowered his dick into her breach. The gap accepted him, sucked on his meat, drew him in further.
"It's a nice fit," she said softly. "You know what I mean?"
"Do I ever," be grunted back. He continued to provide her vagina with more and more of his penis. "How's that?"
"Good," she said. "The more cock the better. Don't worry about giving me too much of that lovely prick. I can take a lot of it."
"Good," said Jake. He lunged forward. His prick led the way, like a battering ram. He landed his meat far back into her and she reeled up, forward, grabbing him around the neck and pulling him down on top of her. Her hips rode up, into his groin, and she took the rest of the cock he had to offer.
"Oh, God!" she wailed, rubbing her tits into his chest. "That's what I want, alright. Give me more of that!"
Jabbing his cock deep into her pussy, he whispered, "You are really hot, Candy. I mean really hot!"
"Yeah, babe," she said. "I love it. You know? I really do love it."
He sweated in his loins, above his cock, below his navel, where their two bodies twisted and squirmed together in coitus. "It's nice," she said, "sweating like this." They clamped their bodies together, the sex carrying them away with lust and passion. It sounded like a small theater of applauding people. Their bodies slapped against each other, sweating and screwing and sucking on each other's ears and necks. They were making terrific love, passionately, furiously.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned, on one fine stroke of his meat into her pussy, "you know you have a delicious cunt. It's lined with velvet or satin or something."
"Yeah," she said. "And you make me come with it, too."
It was true. She was squeezing his cock, milking him with her terrific muscles, just the way she would have were she coming. But she'd given him no indication that she would soon be orgasmic. So he was totally surprised to find out that she was now juicing furiously, spreading juice everywhere all over his cock.
"Oh, wow, shit!" she wailed. "That's lovely. Don't stop!"
Jake had no intention of stopping. Nor did he know what Candy regarded as lovely. The fact of the matter was that she was in a stage of passionate frenzy. Her hips shook, her legs trembled, her thighs were like jelly bags or Mexican jumping beans. She was wiping her brow every five seconds and thrusting her loins up into Jake's pelvis. She was coming like a house on fire, gasping and panting and trying to catch her breath between passionate obscene wails like: "Fuck me up the cunt, mother-fucker!" or "Give me that dirty fucking prick spike and I'll eat you till doomsday, ass-hole!" or "Shit! Fuck! Piss! Cunt!" Mrs. Hobart was truly carried away with a kind of oblivious lust.
"Hot damn!" shouted Jake. "You're coming really fast!" The river of juice made his last statement irrelevant. There was so much juice coming out of her cunt, that Candy's pussy was like a clit river water faucet. Jake's penis was not a plug, either. The juice came out in buckets, rolled along his cock and down his balls, soaked the pile of laundry.
Mrs. Hobart's plaintive screams came in cadence with each squirt of ease juice. She humped and ground her hips up into Jake's groin, sucking more and more of his cock, milking him for everything he had to give. He shoved on her pussy back wall and nailed her to the pile of laundry. Her cunt soaked up his cock, absorbed his flying jism.
"Hot damn!" she cried. "Hot fucking damn! You're shooting me up! Keep it coming, young Higgins. Keep it coming!"
"Wow!" cried Jake. "It's a damn good fuck, this one is! Damn good!"
"Uuuuumph," grinded and grunted Candy. "You're telling me!" Her pussy filled up with juice, was flooded with jism, and rolled with muscular activity. The more of Jake's cock that penetrated her, the more she felt like he was rubbing her down like she'd never had it before. "Oh, Christ!" she moaned. "Harder!"
He jabbed his phallus-like sword down deep, into her cunt hole. "Uuuumph." He swirled the piece of sex meat, like he was stirring a cup of tea. "Ooooh." He pulled out fast, the way a man drawing a sword or a gun unsheathe or unholsters his weapon. It was a quick draw, and then an even faster plunge back into the liquid hole.
"Oh, God," cried Mrs. Hobart, "I think it's almost over now."
"Yeah," said Jake. "Unfortunately." He smiled and pulled out his still stiff, but spent piece of cock muscle.
"Yeah," she said, "over but not done with." She licked it. She used only her tongue. She made long strokes up and down his huge shaft. The rim responded with vibrations, the shaft with powerful throbs.
"You know," said Jake, "too much of that and I'll turn to boiling come again."
"Yeah," said Mrs. Hobart, "isn't that a thought?!!?"
When she'd thoroughly cleansed him they made arrangements to meet that night at Clare's apartment. Then, singly, they snuck out of the linen closet and went their separate ways at Harper Senior High School.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"There he is!" exclaimed Candy in response to the door bell at Claire's apartment. She made a last minute mad dash to the living room minor, arranged a stray lock of her lovely blonde hair, patted down the bun in back, and then casually opened the door. "Hello Jake," she said warmly. "How are you?"
"Fine," said the Principal's son. "Just fine." He followed her guiding hand into the apartment where, after closing and locking the door, Candy made the appropriate introductions. "Clare, this is Jake. Jake, this is Claire."
Claire and Jake shook hands and everyone gathered on the living room floor. Both Claire and Candy wore low-cut v-neck halter tops. Their big bosoms, supported neither by bra nor slip, were in full view each time that one of the girls leaned forward for more wine or chips and dip.
Jake loved the sight of naked tits. Especially when Candy's were the tits involved. Each time that she leaned toward him he could get a full view of both large pear-shaped creamy tits. One hung out to one side, the other, naturally, to the other side. Delicate, erect cherry nipples were standing in the centers of the boobies, centers made of chocolate brown half-dollar caps. "Incredible," uttered Jake Higgins. "Absolutely incredible!"
"What's that?" asked Claire.
Coming to his senses-when Candy leaned upright-Jake said, "Oh, nothing. Just nothing." He was in the middle of a full blush. He knew that Candy and Claire had shared secrets about himself. He also knew that soon he would be obliged to fuck them both, and that he would be happy to do so. But he hated the waiting. It was lucky for him that Claire wore shorts. Her tits showed nicely, and so did her legs. She had on the kind of shorts that girls who don't wear skirts when they play tennis might wear. They were white cotton and they ended just short of her crotch. A few stray pubic hairs protruded from between her legs.
"Mmmmmm," moaned Jake, noticing the lovely damp splotch between Claire's legs, in the white cotton. He could hardly contain himself. Her legs were shaped like the spindles from a finely carved Big Ben, or like the arms of a classic Victorian chair. They were perfect: smoothly shaven, clean, supple, contoured. They fell in where they led up to the heavenly bush. "Mmmmmm," he mumbled to himself again. He was imagining himself licking those comely thighs.
"What's the matter, Jake?" asked Candy. "You've hardly said anything at all and you're just sitting there."
"I know, Mrs. Hobart," said Jake, "but you two are such lovely teachers. Sometimes I just don't know what to do."
"Well," said Claire, "I have an idea. You can raise your hand."
"Raising things," said Candy, with an eye to Jake's crotch, "is not the big problem." There was a clear bulge in Jake's trousers.
"Yes, quite right," he agreed, shifting his legs. "The problem is when they raise and where to put them."
"Mmmmmm," said Claire. "I'll tell you what. You can put the particular bulge under consideration right over here." She indicated her hand and saddled up alongside him. "We have a saying in the classes I teach, Jake," said Claire, sliding her band into his crotch: "Know thyself!"
"Ooooooh," moaned Jake, as the young teacher slid her pretty hand down between his legs and rubbed his growing erection. "That's a very nice saying."
"Mmmmmm," moaned Claire. "I think so too." She now attacked his trousers and the bulge in his crotch with both hands. He didn't have much of a chance. Falling backwards, he felt her lovely fingers already working away on his zipper and pulling to get out his cock. "Give it to me," she said. "Come on."
But Jake had begun to laugh a little, and the assault on his cock made him think things even funnier. Suddenly, he felt Candy's hands working on his biceps to hold him down. He looked up at her lovely blue eyes and her clear blonde face. She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips. Her tongue meandered down his oral cavity, along his own tongue, and then past it.
"Oh, God," groaned Jake, when the tongue came out of his throat. He was moaning because his pants were now off and Claire worked feverishly at his balls and cock. She licked the sides of his dick and made sure to cover adequately his penis mushroom head with saliva. He was slippery and wet, sliding all over Claire's face.
"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned. "I love this prick. It's got a lot of life in it!"
"Didn't I tell you so?! " commented Candy. "He's really a sweetheart."
"Yup," said Claire. "I love it." Jake looked down and saw that she worked in the nude. Her melon-shaped tits hung down loosely and grazed in his crotch. There she pointed her big nipples and made sure that the tips of the teats ran up into his heated nut nest while her tongue worked lazily around his cock shaft. "Mmmmm," she hummed, grinding her tongue into his cock shaft. "Very, very nice."
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," said Jake. He watched her slippery tongue travel up the side of her cock. She landed on the mushroom head where she applied a bit more pressure, a bit more suck. "Mmmmmm," moaned Jake. "Just right."
Candy came up to his chest where she sucked on his titties. "I just want to make sure," she said, "that you get really good and hot. Know what I mean?" She leaned her succulent lips down to his titties and sucked one nipple up into her face. Her tongue made sure to lick every inch of his tit. She used her hands to massage small circles along his belly, to rub the space above his cock, and to hold his face close to hers when she wanted to kiss him.
"Hot fucking damn!" exclaimed Jake. "This is the life I've been looking for."
"Oh?" asked Candy. "How's that?"
"I mean two lovely girls, working me over. What could be nicer?"
"Three girls?" asked Claire, holding his cock aside from her mouth for a moment. . "Four girls?"
"No," said Jake. "Two is just right. Three is too many. Four is a crowd, a really large crowd. But two is something that makes sense. You know what I mean?"
Both Claire and Candy nodded to indicate that they understood. Then Candy whispered in Claire's ear. Claire moved on her hands and knees away from Jake's crotch. When she was in the middle of the living room, she wagged her ass, like a tail, at Jake Higgins. "Come on," she said. "It's time for a little ass fucking, Jake."
"But first," added Candy, "you need that ass-hole reamed. Just to make sure you fit right in, eh?"
Candy leapt across the room and landed between Claire's neat legs. Her hands moved quickly to open up the rectal space. She applied pressure to first one buttock and then to the other. When the hole was wide open and ready, she slid her tongue down the tube.
"Oh, Christ!" moaned Claire. "That's so nice!" She waved her ass for more stimulation. "Give it to me," she pleaded. "Make it hot and ready!"
Candy licked the tough little ass-hole place. She applied her tongue with full force to the corridor leading to the colon. She wondered how far in she would have to go to reach shit. She drilled long and hard, sloppy, too, to make sure that she reamed the girl the way that would turn her on. "There you go," she said, finishing, "how's that?"
"Mmmmmm," sighed Claire, "just perfect!"
Candy leaned forward, before leaving the rear cavity all together, and applied her tweaking digits to Claire's hungry teats. She pulled and tugged and jerked on the small nipples. Soon they were much larger, redder and ready to go. "Mmmmmm," hummed Candy, "you ready for a nice hot cock up your ass-hole, Claire? Ready to do some nice fucking?"
"You bet I am!" said Claire. She shook her ass left and then right. She used her own hands to part her buns. "Just look at that ass-hole! Don't you think that little hole needs to be fucked?! "
"I sure do," said Jake. He came leaping off the sofa. "Lemme in there," he ordered. "I want to do some nice fucking up that little hole."
He found his way into the space between Claire's two firm buttocks. His fingers gouged out the circle of fleshy muscle. He opened up the anus cavity and plunged one digit downward, into the previously well-lubricated buggering hole. "Mmmmmm," he cooed, "this is a nice hole!"
"Yeah," said Claire. "You be careful to leave it that way, eh?"
"Don't you worry," said Jake. He smiled and lifted his sword-like penis up to the entrance. "Get ready, honey," he cautioned. He reached under, into her twat, and gathered some juice with which to wet down his own tool. He spread some of the ease juice along his dick. When the head was good and wet, he shot his penis meat forward, lunged for the ass-hole entrance.
"Oh, God damn fuck!" cried Claire as the painful entrance was made. "That's too fucking much meat up there!"
"Now, now," said Candy, coming around and giving Claire a little stroke or two, "you know how it is when you first start. It takes a minute or two. Give young Jake a stroke or two to get going. Then if you don't like it, he'll stop all together. Now isn't that fair?"
Claire was blushing and turning deep, beet red. Not with passion, but pain. All the time that Candy spoke, Jake rammed his cock further and deeper into the ass-hole muscle. He had, by the time Candy finished speaking, buried most of his cock in Claire's butt.
"Oh, shit! Fuck! Piss! Cunt! Asshole! Whore!
Bitch! Bastard!" She continued to wail all the time that Jake kept his cock in her ass-hole. No amount of talking would convince her to keep quiet.
Jake continued to thrust his sword-like penis into the fine little ass-hole muscle. He was having a good time, and it didn't really matter at all to him how much the teacher, Claire, screamed. For one thing that he remembered was that it was her ass-hole, not his, that was being stretched and used.
"Oh, fucking-A," cried Claire, tears coming to her eyes while Jake plunged his meat into her butt. "It hurts so much. Can't you stop just for a little while. Let me get used to it and then do it?"
"No, baby," said Jake. He. was cold and calculating just then. He figured that the bitch teacher really did like the hot piece of pecker meat up her ass-hole, but that she wouldn't admit it, no matter what. He smiled and shoved his cock harder into the shit hole. "Mmmmmm," he grunted.
She tried to move away from him, to escape. He flattened her out, shoving her to the ground and jamming his prick further into her bowels. She couldn't move. Most of his body was between the backs of her slender, smooth legs. She had lovely thighs and he made sure to rub up between them while he worked his way up her ass-hole with his cock muscle.
"Oh, shit, Candy, get him off of me!"
"I can't," said Candy. "He's too big for me to move him. Besides, he'll try it on me if I shove him off now."
"That's right," cried Jake triumphantly riding
Claire's ass-hole into the ground. His cock muscle sped through to her colon, bolted her to the floor, left her no room to do anything but squirm.
"Oh, fuck" she wailed. "Pleaseeeeees!"
Jake couldn't stand to hear the girl's bloody screaming. So he popped his prick out of the teacher's ass-hole and smiled down on the closing hole. "Mmmmm-mmm," he sighed. "It's really a shame, you know? She had such a fine little fanny, too!"
"Oh, God!" sighed Claire. "What a relief! I thought you'd never stop."
"Oh, I'd have stopped alright," said Jake, feeling around on the girl's cheeks. "I'd have just waited until I filled you up with jism first." He slid his hands around her waist and didn't bother stopping until his fingers had plucked out her clitoris meat for a proper stimulation. He rubbed the little clit back and forth and gave it the kind of rubbing it deserved.
"Mmmmmm," moaned the teacher, "that's the kind of fucking I like."
"Good," said Jake. "I don't mind doing it any way you want it done."
"See?" cried Candy. "Didn't I tell you he's the most cooperative of all the young boys I ever met?"
"Yes, that's what you said," confirmed Claire while Jake reached into her wet canal. "You said he would do anything and then some."
"Yup," said Jake. "That's me alright." He rubbed down Claire's fine melon-shaped tits. The nipples were fully erect now and well in need of a good tug and a good lick. He flipped her body over without even thinking about it.
"Uuuuumph," grunted Claire. "You don't have to be so brutal about it."
"I wasn't trying to be so brutal," he said. "I'm just trying to get you right side up so's I can suck off your titties. Get it?"
"Well, go to it," said Claire. "Don't let me stop you." She smiled and watched Jake lean down to her bosom. He licked first one tit, then that nipple, then he sucked on the brown cap. Finally, he sucked the whole nipple and cap into his face and used his tongue, inside, to tickle the fine titty. "Mmmmm, good," moaned Clair. "That's the way to please me, alright."
She watched him move on to the other tit. There Jake showed even more passion. He rubbed the rough side of his unshaven face against her titty. When he was finished doing that, he slid his index finger and his thumb around the nipple and pinched it up, the way he would have pushed a pimple, into his mouth. He sucked on the nipple until it was a bright cherry red.
"Oh, God," cried Claire. "It feels like he's going to bite it off."
"No way," said Jake. "If it wasn't attached to that lovely breast of yours, what God damn good would it be?" He chortled and didn't wait for the young teacher, Claire, to answer. He placed his lips on top of hers and kissed her hard and long. His tongue floated down into her liquid oral space, filling her mouth with everything his tongue could give.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, "just right." Then she sucked his tongue down further into her face and ground her hips up into his crotch. She humped and bumped and ground away on his cock with her hefty wet bush. "Mmmmmm, good."
"Yeah," he moaned back. "Just right, alright. Just fucking right."
While Jake was busily balling Claire, his ass was getting a proper ream from Candy. She'd entered while he was on top of Claire, humping her. He had his buns flying and he could feel Candy's gentle fingers opening up his bunghole and tantalizing him with a gentle feel. When she'd tired of running just a finger or a portion of her hand up and down his ass-crease, she'd taken to actually gouging her finger down into the bunghole itself.
"Holy shit!" wailed Jake. "Do it to me, Candy! I love it!" He humped up and down and the magic finger continued to prod him in the bunghole.
A moment later. Candy switched forms. She no longer used her digit to finger around with Jake's ass-hole. Now, instead, she used her tongue. She spread open the ass-hole entrance. She slid her tongue down along the ass-crease and when she was at that position in the crack where she was just above the shit hole, she dropped her tongue down into the tight little space.
"Hot fucking damn!" cried Jake. "That's the way to do it, honey," he wailed. "Give me that tongue right on up the old shit tube! Give Jake a pleasure he needs!"
The young high school senior sounded more and more like an old lech. "You know," said Candy, "I'm beginning to wonder about you, Jake."
"Ah, don't," he said casually rubbing his cock along Claire's pussy. "I'm just getting into this and you want to spoil the fun. No way." His dick now slid down into Claire's firm little tube of twat. "Mmmmmm," he grunted.
Candy stood up, out from between Jake's legs. She watched him hump Claire. His ass was going wildly and so did Claire's moaning indicate: "Oh, fuck me!"
He kept his cock going faster and faster and finally, he was burying his giant sex muscle in the teacher's willing pussy about three times every second. His strokes were long and powerful. They continually took in the width and length of the entire tube. The liquid lubrication was not plentiful enough, though it flowed easily enough, to keep the space and the meat from over heating.
"Oh, God damn!" moaned Claire. "That's really something!" She arched her belly and tossed young Jake up in the air. This slowed the rate of his fucking, but increased the power of the thrust. He jabbed his cock into Claire's lovely cunt and sent her wailing and flailing for more. "Shit!" she screeched. "Give it to me, Jake! Give me that hot meat of yours!"
She bounced him up and on the return stroke, like a basketball up for grabs, his cock slid out of the basket. But Claire caught him again, with her open juicing cunt, and brought the balls and the joy stick, home and in for the score: "Oh, God damn," she cried and simpered. "That's the way, Jake! Give it to me good!"
Her cunt was rolling with orgasmic energy. Jake pulled out for a moment and, realizing that she had come already, decided to finish her off with a squirt of two of his own good sperm juice. But just as he was about to let go, he espied the lovely Candy Hobart sitting and watching him from the couch.
"Ahhhh," he moaned, pretending to be close to coming. Now he knew for sure that he would finish off Claire and then fuck Candy. That he could do it was no question at all. He just needed a few more quick thrusts into Claire's cunt, then he would move on to Candy. "Mmmmmm," he moaned, "that will be just right."
"God damn!" cried Claire. "I've had enough!" She rolled out from under Jake. Her pussy was red with orgasm, juicy and hot, leaking plenty of fluid. "Boy," she moaned, "that was really something."
"Mmmmmm," said Jake, looking down at his steel pecker. He was still hard, dripping and ready for action. The clit juice slid down his pogo stick meat and landed in his hot nut nest. There the pubic hairs were wet and matted and his balls were covered with the chills of sex. "You know," he said, looking directly at Candy, "I could go for a little more action, if you're up for it."
Candy smiled. She sat on the sofa with her hands wrapped around her folded knees. Her tits were pressed up against the tops of her thighs. "Mmmmm," she smiled, winking one of her blue eyes at Jake. "I guess I could handle a little something more myself."
"Good," said Jake, approaching the couch. "Let's start with some sucking action."
He arranged himself on the soft cushions of the couch. He was on his back and young Candy Hobart fell down between his legs. She pulled his dick with one hand, her tits falling on either side of his meaty muscle, and used her other hand to play with his hot testicles. "You know," she said, examining the lovely pecker meat, "you have the kind of a cock that drives me wild."
"Oh?"
"Yes," she said, stroking the meat in her palm and leaning closer. "It's just right for my face." She sucked the head of the pecker up into her face. It was soft and spongy in her mouth. She ran the broadside of her heated wet tongue furiously across the heart-shaped portion of the mushroom cap.
"Oh, God!" gasped Jake. "That's a nice little tongue you have there."
"It's not little at all," said Candy. "You know," she added. "You high school seniors really think you're hot shit, don't you?"
"Well? Aren't we?"
"Yeah," she said, looking at his dick. "I guess you are." She smiled and returned the object of her affection to the inside of her face.
"Mmmmmm," hummed Jake. That's a perfect little suck for my dick. Keep it up."
She rotated the penis in her mouth. She used her lips to rub up and down the shaft. "Mmmmmm," she sighed, running vibrations up and down the length of his penis. "It's so nice!" She smiled and continued to suck.
"You know," said Jake, watching his Biology teacher working on his cock, "I sure am glad we met."
"Me to," said Candy Hobart. She continued licking his meat.
"I mean, I'm glad we met and I'm glad that I'm going to be able to help you."
She licked his nuts and then kissed his heated loins. Instinctively, he wrapped his legs around her warm blonde face. "Mmmmmm," she hummed. "It's good," she mumbled, "that you're a Higgins, too. If that's what you mean."
"Yeah," said Jake, watching Candy work her lips up and down the shaft of his prick. "That's exactly what I mean." She had a nice tight grip with her mouth. She was working slowly up the length of his dick. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "just right." Her lips traveled back and forth along the mushroom cap head. "It's soft and hard, both at the same time," she said. "Just the way I like it." Her tongue traveled from one side of the cap to the other, a massive licking action.
"Oh, nice," groaned Jake. He grabbed her by the side of the face and shoved his prick up into her mouth. She didn't have a chance. "Hang on tight, babe," said the young high school student. "I'm going to stuff your face with cock!"
The teacher tried to rear back, away from the plunging sword of meat. Her mouth was the sheath.
But it was too late. Jake had her by the back of the neck where her skin and hair met in a soft nape. He jammed his pecker up into her mouth while pulling her face down into his crotch. Her slippery hot oral cavity worked feverishly on his penis.
"Mmmmmm," he hummed, "that's really good." He held on right to her, and ran her face up and down around his prick rod. "It's good that way. It's just right."
"Mmmmmm," she hummed back to him. "I'm glad you like it like that."
He pushed her back, after he was done using her face, and climbed up between her legs. His meat, slippery and hot as it was, twitched to be inside her pussy.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned, as he worked his way up closer to her cunt. "Give it to me hard, Jake. You know how I like it."
The student had been a more than willing pupil. His teacher had shown him how she liked it. He was prepared to give it to her just that way, just the ways she loved it.
"Oh, good," said Candy as he rubbed his cock into her pussy. The mushroom head and shaft ran along the hairy wet bush. He dipped his sword in the liquid trough and rubbed softly along the channel's hairs and lips. "Mmmmmm," sighed Candy. "That's the way!"
He made sure that his stiff cock head caught hold of the clit meat which stood erect and ready below. His rim snagged the little sensitized piece of meat, and jammed it up against the wall to which it was attached.
"Oh, Jesus!" she cried. "That's awfully good!" She rocked her hips up against his groin and rubbed her pussy back and forth against his pecker and balls. "It's hot and wet," she gasped. "It's just right!"
"Mmmmmm," he moaned back to her. "Try this out." He slid the head of his dick into the furry beginning of her channel.
"Oh, yeah," she pleaded for more. "Give it to me!"
He gave her more of the head of his prick. Slowly but surely he worked his way in and out of the lovely channel. He didn't use all of the liquid twat just yet, just a portion of the entrance, enough for the head of his dick to get a good feel of the satin soft smooth lining. The slippery muscles of Candy's twat began to work feverishly at milking the heated dick head.
"Oh, nice," gasped Jake. "That's the way, alright. It's perfect!"
"Yeah," grumbled Candy. "But I want more of that meat. Not just the head. Give it to me, Jake. Really rub it in."
"Sure," said Jake. "Anything you want." He rode his meat into her. He didn't stop until the entire shaft was covered with slippery cunt meat. He had the muscles grabbing at his cock shaft and trying to squeeze the come out of him when he began to run his cock faster and faster in and out of Candy's cunt.
"Oh, Jesus!" she yelled. "That's pretty damn hard!"
"Yeah," said Jake, humping and grinding, huffing and puffing, "isn't that the way you want it?"
"Sure," said Candy. "But a little slower."
He slowed down. She apparently wanted to be able to feel and clasp the meat at the same time while he moved in and out of her. So he went slowly. His prick was wrapped in cunt flesh. The pussy was wet and hot, slippery and squeezing.
"Mmmmmm," grunted Jake, "that's really nice for me, too."
"I thought you might like that," she said, raising her hips.
His cock floated down another league or two. "Mmmmmm," he sighed, covered with clit juice now. "I love the feel of your satin pussy."
"I love that stiff member of yours."
Claire was recovering from her earlier fuck. She started over toward the couple, but hearing their cooing, she decided to lay back and sleep. Within minutes, she was softly dreaming of her next fuck.
But Candy and Jake, by then, were hot and heavy into it. "Mmmmmm," she was moaning while his cock flashing in and out of her penetrated every hole, every crack and crevice. "Nice."
"Listen," he gurgled between thrusts, "I want to come now."
"Me too," said Candy Hobart, the high school teacher. "I want to come, too." She was breathless and her face perspired. "I want so bad to come." She raised her hips up into his crotch. "Give it to me so that I get really hot, Jake. Can you do that?"
"Yeah," he said. "Of course I can." He wasn't sure what she wanted, but he could feel her legs begin to pulse and shiver with excitement. 'It's gonna be good," he said to her.
She tossed her legs up around his shoulders and pushed herself back on her spine. Her pussy angled downwards now, a puddle and pool of delicious clit juice for his excited meat. "Nice, very nice," he moaned. "I like that."
His meat floated downwards into the tube of cunt insides. "Ahhh, oooooh, Jesus!" she wailed. "That's right! That's just right!" His cock was taking better than average care of her cunt prick. The meat was bouncing along stimulating the clit and fucking the insides of the pussy.
"Mmmmmm," he sighed. "Here you go!" He blasted her with his ejaculating cock. The sperm juice shot down and flooded the cunt canyon. Soon she was rolling in juice, too. She tightened her muscles in order to milk him of every last drop. "Gooooood!"
She wiggled her pelvis and put a little bitch into the jerking motion so that she would have his cock the way she wanted it. The head was bent up and back, into the rear cavern. She rode down on his meat, pulling the head, stretching the shaft, grabbing on with everything she had. "Give it to me," she moaned. "Give it to me hard."
"Yeah," complained Jake. "I know you want it hard, but hell! I been giving it that way."
"Don't worry," she said, kissing his neck and shoulders. "Here I go!"
She sprayed all along his cock shaft and he could feel the warm pulsing liquid cover his sensitive meat with a nice fresh ooze. "Oh, that's good!"
"Yeeeeessssss," she sighed. "Yeeeeeeesssssssss."
When it was over he rolled off of her and she licked him clean, up and down his shaft. She used her tongue like a vacuum cleaner and sucked up all the juice in sight. Then she, too, along with Jake Higgins, her student, lay back to dream about more sex, more loving.
Nobody woke up until the following morning.
CHAPTER NINE
A few days later Principal Higgins called Candy Hobart into his office again.
"Now, young lady," he began, "it's come up again about your sexual behavior. As a teacher, you must know that certain standards are advisable. These standards are adjusted to be in accord with the values of the community and..."
She didn't let him finish. "Listen," she said. "I want you to come over to the place where I'm living tonight. I want you to see some of what I do that gets the community so riled up." Candy crossed her long lovely thighs. One leg dangled on top of the other.
The Principal latched his eyes onto the firm and shapely calves, the running length of tanned leg, the beautiful trim hips. Her tits, he wondered about, but when she leaned forward to emphasize a point, he saw that he was right: they were the lovely pear-shaped affairs he'd imagined them to be. This Candy Hobart was the one teacher for whom Principal Higgins estimated he would make allowances for. Especially, he mumbled to himself, now that he had seen what luscious nipples she had. He smiled and said that he would be happy to come by her apartment that night. "What time?"
"Around eight," she said very formally. "See you then." She rose and waved her fanny as she parted from the Principal's office.
"Mmmmmm," sighed Principal Higgins. He pressed his intercom and shouted at his Secretary. "Get my wife on the phone. On second thought, just tell her I won't be home for dinner, a meeting." He clicked off and sat back in his big desk chair, twiddling his thumbs. Then, suddenly with a burst of energy uncommon to a man of his age, the Principal rousted himself out and about the office, combing his hair, straightening his tie, pulling pieces of lint off of his bat and coat. "My, my," he said, smiling at himself in his mirror. "This is going to be a nice night. That much is for sure."
At seven-forty-five, Principal Higgins proceeded up the stairs to Candy and Claire's apartment. He rang the doorbell and neatened his tie, one last time. "Mmmmm," he said slowly but softly and surely when the door opened to reveal Claire in a see-through knit. "Is Candy Hobart here?"
"Why yes," said Claire. "Yes, she is. You must be Principal Higgins."
"That's right," said the Principal, smiling as he noticed that one of Claire's nipples protruded from the knit dress. "My, my, my, what a lovely apartment," he said, twirling his hat.
"Ob, God, shit!" cried some muffled voice from the back of the living room.
"Oh," blushed Claire. "I'm sorry about that. Won't you come in."
She closed the door behind the Principal. "Noisy neighbors, you know."
"Mmmmmm, yes," agreed the Principal. "I don't believe Candy ever mentioned you."
"She didn't?" Claire shook her titties for Principal Higgins. "I'm a teacher too. But at a different school."
"Oh," said Higgins. He wanted to reach out and grab the lovely breasts. "You know," he said, watching Claire go about the job of preparing dinner, supposedly, "I can be of some help there. I'm quite a good cook."
"Oh?" asked Claire. "In that case," she said, leaning toward Higgins so that her tits were completely nude and available to his hungry purview, "maybe you'd help baste the chicken?"
"Of course," he said, reaching past her to the little table where the utensils were. But on the way, his friendly hand brushed her left titty.
"Oh, Mr. Higgins," she squeaked. "Such a nice touch!"
Higgins smiled and blushed. He reached his hand in a bold move, straight forward and cupped the knitted tit. "Mmmmmm," he said, giving the melon-shaped piece of breast a tight little squeeze, "what a fine breast."
"Oh, please," she said, "do the other, too?"
"Of course, my dear." She spread her tits apart and pushed them forward into his greedy palms. He pressed down on the nipples and gave her the feel she'd been waiting for. "Mmmmmm, nice," moaned Claire. "Very, very nice."
She took his hands and ran his aged fingers up into her chest. There he was in direct contact with the floating titties. He was able to play and fondle with the fine nipples, the mounds of pedestal like flesh, and he was able to indulge his every fantasy. "Oh, God," he said blushing and filling with heat, "Claire, you have the best tits in the world."
"Better even than Candy?"
He thought back to the pear-shaped titties that had hung delicately across from him in his office that morning. The creamy fruit like shapes appeared in his imagination. Finally, gracefully, he said: "One tit is like any other when they are both so beautiful, so big!" He cupped both of Claire's tits and sucked lightly on the nipples that protruded through the knitting. "Mmmmmm," he hummed. "Delicious!"
His hands wandered along the knit material and then, at the bottom of the dress, up Claire's nude thigh. "Oh," she moaned, "it's so nice to be touched by you, Mr. Higgins."
She swooned and fell to the couch. He ran his hands up along her smooth flesh. The skin on her thighs was slender and trim and supple, and he loved to feel the soft heat, slightly moist, between her loins. "Mmmmmm," he groaned. "Wake up, wake up."
"Oh," she smiled, "Mr. Higgins."
"Yes," he said. "You fainted."
"I did?"
He slid his hands up to her nice soft nipples, under the knit dress. He had a good tug on one tit going when he noticed that she wore no underwear. "Mmmmmm," he grunted. He gave up the titty and in exchange took on the bush below. "Ahhh," he sighed, sending his old finger up her young, teacher twat.
"Mmmmmm," groaned Claire. "You have such a nice touch, Mr. Higgins."
"Yes," he said. "All the better to finger fuck you with. Eh?"
"Yes," she sighed, propping her legs up and folding them open for him. "Get into that pie, why don't you?"
"Yes, dear," he gasped, feeling the open channel. Her pussy was all liquid and ready for his bony finger. He slid in and out of her young twat, smiling to himself about the incredible good luck. "Ahhhh, ooooooh," he jabbered while his finger worked away inside Claire's pussy. "What a nice soft treat this is for me."
"For me, too," said Claire. "I like that finger fucking of yours."
Principal Higgins began using his other hand to work out Claire's right breast. He got the thing hot and ready within a few seconds. He kept her pussy warm, too, by plying her clit and the insides of her pussy. "Mmmmmm," he grunted and groaned. "It's such a lovely smooth body you have."
"Why thank you," said Claire. She sat up and reached for Mr. Higgins's belt. "Let me just return the small favor." She had him undone and his podgy cock in her hands in no time at all. "Ahhh," she sighed. "That's what I've been looking for." She slid the meaty prick into her palm. "Very nice." Up and down she stroked the fat piece of meat. Soon it began to firm. "You know," she said, "it's such a pleasure to watch a good piece of hefty man's meat get stiff. I mean what could be nicer besides the fucking itself?"
"You're right," said Principal Higgins. "Absolutely right." He watched Claire's deft fingers work on his penis. She stroked the head of the dick and then tickled his balls. She fondled his nuts, too. Finally, she leaned down and sucked the head of his dick into her mouth. Her young lips and long narrow tongue took care of his hefty shaft and pulsing prick head. "Ahhhh, ooooh, uuuuuh," grunted Mr. Higgins. "That's so nice!"
"Mmmmm," she sighed and cooed. "What a nice cock!" She held the Principal's prick alongside her face. "I like to rub it like this." She pushed the hard meat against her heated cheeks and moist lips. "Ahhhh," she gasped. "What a nice feel!"
"Yes," moaned Principal Higgins.
Claire suddenly let loose of the cock and pulled her knit dress off. "I need to get some real loving done," she said. "Will you help me?"
"Of course, my dear. But of course." The Principal was only too happy to remove his shirt and pants. Soon both the teacher and he were standing and kissing in the nude. The Principal's cock rode up between the legs of the lovely teacher. Her tender loins trapped his cock in a flesh sandwich and she rubbed his meat back and forth, from side to side. "Mmmmmm," hummed the Principal. "Very nice."
His hands toured her firm ass-cheeks. She had nice soft flaps for buttocks. He parted the folding flesh and wandered with his accurate and trained fingers down into her ass-hole canal. "Mmmmmm," he groaned, locating her little sphincter muscle. "I want to put a digit in there."
She spread her legs apart, his cock falling down from the sandwich position. But now her ass-hole was wide open and ready for a little tingle of the touch of his finger. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, feeling his finger slide up into her bunghole. "That's very nice." His digit felt the shit below. "Ahhh," she grunted, pushing her pussy up against his crotch. "I want that cock of yours, Principal Higgins. Let me have it in my cunt!"
"Of course, my dear," said Mr. Higgins. He slid down on his knees. "First, though, I want to eat out your splendid little teacher twat hole. Eh? Mmmmm-mmm?"
He paid no attention to her answer which was, "Help yourself." He slid his hands up and down her tender thighs, the insides of her legs, and wandered around her buttocks. But most of all, he concentrated on providing her pussy with a good helping of his sloppy tongue. He slid in and out of her liquid canal with his narrow meaty mouth muscle, and the work he did provided her with a definite thrill. Her hips began to weave from side to side, her face filled with crimson, and her body gyrated slowly but surely around his face.
He located her clit with his tongue. He followed his tongue down to her clit, his lips sliding closer and closer. Then he nibbled on the sensitized button of sex flesh. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, vibrating the marvelous little appendage. "Very, very nice, eh?"
"Oh, God damn!" grunted Claire. "That is a nice little eat for my pussy. Very, very nice."
"Mmmmmm," hummed Principal Higgins. Now that he had the young girl going, he wanted to be sure and keep her there. He sloshed his tongue in and out of her slightly gushing cunt. "Ahhhhh," he sighed, noting the increase in fluid pouring from her slit. "This is going to be something very nice, eh?"
"You bet," she said, wiggling her fanny and her cunt, too. "Mmmmm, boy, this is going to be nice." She watched the educator working away on her pussy. His tongue rammed in and out of her cute cunt hole. His face was buried in the wet forest of pubic hair around the fluid twat. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Soooo nice!"
"Yeah," said Mr. Higgins, pulling out his tongue. His chin was drenched with clit juice. His face sparkled, content with the lovely contents of the cunt. "Mmmmmm," he hummed. "It's time for the real action." He rubbed his hands in an invisible soap and water. "Let's do it!"
"Yes," she said, spreading her comely thighs. "Give me that cock of yours, honey." Her bush beckoned to him. "Shove it right on up, Claire!"
He leaned into the breach. His cock drifted along the maiden head form of her pussy. "Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Stick it to me, Principal Higgins. Shove it right on in."
She opened her legs wide. She had the pleasant expression of a teacher who has just accomplished some difficult lesson with her class. "Mmmmmm. Good." His cock was in her now, the steely boner shoving down into her slippery cunt meat. "Good."
"Yeah," he groaned. "Good." He flipped his cock up and down, rubbed the entrance, the clit below, too. "Mmmmmm, I can feel that nice juice of yours getting going. It's gonna be a wham bam fuck."
"Oh, Mr. Higgins," she giggled.
"Yes," he said. "A real dilly." He plowed her furrow as fast as he could. His flabby ass-cheeks flipped and flopped this way and that while his big dick penetrated down deep. The meat wrapped around his cock and squeezed hard, pulled and tugged him down in. "You have a sweet hairy pussy," he muttered, talking to her tits. "I like it." He took to sucking her nipples up and down. His tongue wandered around on the soft brown cap of flesh. Her nipple was pink and red and ready. "Hee, hee, hee," he laughed. "What a delight!" He licked the nipples and the fresh breast tissue while Claire rocked her hot and furious pelvis into his groin. "Wow!"
"Yeah," she grunted. "Good fucking eh?"
"You bet," said Mr. Higgins. He slid his hands down between Claire's firm ass-cheeks. His quick left forefinger provided her bunghole with a sharp drilling. He pinned her up onto his cock. By pushing up her ass-hole with his finger, her pussy rode up along his cock shaft. "Oh, far out!" moaned the Principal. "Far fucking out!"
"I didn't know," said Claire, "that you knew words like that."
"Me either," said Mr. Higgins, his spent cock dripping come now. He bad yanked his penis from Claire's cunt. The steely rod was blue and red, but dripping juice. He bad come so quickly that he and the teacher didn't even know it. "I guess," said Mr. Higgins, "I must have heard my son saying those words."
"Yes," said Claire, "I guess so." She smiled and tapped her hand three times on the wall next to her. From the back room came Candy and Jake Higgins. Mr. Higgins looked up and was afraid.
A camera light flashed. He was caught with his dick trembling and dripping above Claire's wet open pussy. Her tits lay sideways, one of them sandwiched against his chest and her hand, obvious to the viewer, was between his hairy ass-cheeks.
"What's the meaning of this?" shouted Mr. Higgins at his son. "How can you, my own son, trap me like this?"
"Just hold on, Dad," said young Jake Higgins. "Just wait a minute."
"I should think you wouldn't mind waiting another minute, Mr. Higgins," said Claire. She smiled and stroked his belly and his cock.
"Why are you naked?" he asked Candy and Jake. "What are you doing here, anyhow?" . Jake put down the Polaroid camera. They waited for the snapshot to develop. "Well, when I heard what a hard time you were giving Candy-Mrs. Hobart-I decided to help her out. And by taking your picture with Claire-and here's one of me: it shows Candy and I making love-well, I figure that with all of this you won't be able to kick Candy out of school. Get it?"
"I get it," stormed Mr. Higgins. "My own son is a traitor!"
"No, no, no," said Candy, holding up the now developed photo. "Mmmmmm, look at this, Mr. Higgins." She held the photo within eyeshot of the Principal.
"Uuuuumph," he grunted. "Blackmail."
"Call it what you like," said Candy, saddling down alongside him, "but it's going to be more fun if you go along with us instead of rejecting all our naughty ideas." She slid her hand down one side of his thigh. She landed her fingers up in his crotch, along his testicles.
"Ooooh," he moaned.
Claire was making a similar move for his balls. She located the one remaining nut and pulled it softly. Then she took the meat and caressed it gently. She tugged on the mushroom head, jerked the base and shaft, and leaned down to lick off a portion of the spongy cap. "Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Such a piece of prick meat!"
"Ooooh, God damn!" moaned Mr. Higgins. "This is just unbelievable. What you people have done!"
"Isn't it nice?" said young Jake Higgins. "Really, Dad, tell the truth. Don't you really just love it?"
"Now, now," he said slowly. He was watching Candy and Claire, the two young teachers, going about the job of getting his old dick hard again. Soon, though, he had changed from being ornery and angry to smiling and excited. His meat straightened out, sprang up and filled with fresh blood and was ready to explode again. Candy rubbed her tits along his shoulder, and Claire had her breasts against his knee and thigh. "Ahhh," he grunted, feeling the tender flesh of the two women's breasts rubbing and bouncing like jelly against him. "Oooooh."
"Now, isn't that much nicer than talking about kicking people out of school?" asked Candy.
"Yes, yes," said Mr. Higgins.
Another flash went off.
"Jake," hollered Mr. Higgins. "What the hell are you doing, son? Don't you realize that those pictures in the wrong hands could cost you your college education?"
Jake picked up his dick and flapped it at his father and the two teachers. "Big deal," he said. "I got a nice hard prick here, and two lovely women to fuck, and you threaten that I'm not going to college! Ha, ha, ha! Boy, Dad, you got some sense of humor!"
Mr. Higgins looked at the two teachers. Both Candy and Claire laughed hysterically. "Isn't that funny?" said Mr. Higgins, sliding a finger into each twat. "Isn't it funny though?"
Both girls stopped laughing and began panting. Mr. Higgins's agile hands worked their cunts into a feverish lather. "Mmmmmm, ooooh, ahhhhh," they both sighed. "Mmmmm."
"Yes," said Mr. Higgins, concentrating just on Candy Hobart. "I'm going to fuck you silly, Mrs. Hobart. Then we shall see who does what kind of laughing."
A deep mysterious smile parted Candy's lips. "Ah-ha," she said. "You'll be the death of me yet, Mr. Higgins." She giggled and lay back.
The Principal swung his mighty phallus into position above the open twat. "Get ready," he steamed. "I'm gonna fuck you."
"Yeah," she said smiling. "Promises, promises, promises."
Mr. Higgins laughed to himself. Then he glided his missile like prick-rocket, into the landing chamber. It was a direct hit, a perfect score.
"Oh, God damn!" grunted Candy Hobart. "That's a really sharp pointer you got there, Mr. Higgins! Be careful! Be careful!" The teacher's twat pulsed open. "Oh, watch it," she begged. "Go slowly."
He did nothing of the kind. In fact, he poked his hog hard and fast down deep into the satin lined interior of Candy's incredibly soft pussy.
"Ahhhh," she moaned. "Oooohhhh."
"Yessssss," grunted Mr. Higgins. "I know."
She swung her hips up and took hold, with her pubic muscles and her twitching twat, of his dick. She squeezed and milked and grabbed on for dear life. "Ahhhh," she creamed, feeling his sticky ooze flow forth into her pussy. "That's the stuff, alright. Give it to me, Higgey! Fire away!"
And fire away old man Higgins, the Principal, did. He squirted so much come into Mrs. Candy Hobart that her cup-like pussy flooded with the pudding, and spilled over the edge, between her legs and onto the sofa.
"Jesus!" wailed Candy. "He won't stop pumping!"
Indeed. Mr. Higgins rolled his cock meat into and out of Candy Hobart's cunt so fast that no one present could believe it. "Oh, wow!" cried Candy. "It's a tough meat, that one."
She spread her legs to enable a better access by her newly discovered stud. "Uuuumph," she grunted. "Give it to me, Principal Higgins! Shove that cock all the way up!"
A few moments later be shot his wad. It was a five squirt orgasm that filled and flooded the twat canyon with jism and juice.
Candy moaned and groaned when it was over, and continued to holler about women's rights until
Jake Higgins stuffed her up good with his big boner. "Ahhhh," she squealed, "that's the way."
She wasn't surprised when she looked down her body and saw the young Higgins, not the elder. She wrapped her hands around his tight buttocks and pressed him down into her feisty groin. "Burn me up," she said. "Fuck me up right!"
His cock went flying in and out of her wet meaty pussy. "Ooooh, ahhhh, ooooh," they screamed and carried on. Their bodies were slapping together and they were both breathless, panting and gasping for air. "Yee Gods," shouted Principal Higgins, "I remember the days when I used to fuck that way."
"Do ya?" asked Claire, watching the student teacher team. "Ain't that something?"
"Why yes," said Mr. Higgins, sliding his hot hand down along Claire's bush.
"Now wait a second," said Claire. "Don't you think you have had enough?"
"Never enough," said old man Higgins, chasing after the young teacher. "Come on over here." He hobbled after her and landed his arms around her chest. He got a good couple of handfuls of her tits. He squeezed and rubbed the nipples until Claire was screaming with ecstasy.
When she fell to the floor in total delight, Mr. Higgins followed her down. He landed his dick between her comely thighs and spread open the lips of her vagina. "Yummmmm," he said, slopping a tongue down over the hole. He licked the vaginal lips and sucked on the clitoris which he easily found.
"Oh, fuck!" cried Claire.
Mr. Higgins went along the insides of her legs. Here and there he placed a pair of wet lips, kissed, and then moved on. He finally returned to the lovely bush and pussy below. He shot his tongue forward in a daring move to stimulate her cunt. He landed a direct hit on the clitoris meat and Claire's legs flew up into the air over his shoulders. He placed his dick inside the oozing breach.
"Hot shit!" shouted Claire. "This old guy knows his stuff!"
"I'll say he does," said Candy, now sucking off Jake's joint. "Mmmmmm."
Candy slid her mouth down around Jake's big fat base. The cock was all the way stuffed up her face. Her lips tightened and tugged on the mushroom head as he pulled her face up and off in the other direction.
"These Higgins men," she said, "they really give a good piece of meat for the money, you know."
"I'll say," said Claire. "Look at this!" She pulled open her legs and revealed that Mr. Higgins was slamming his powerhouse rod in and out of her pussy. The flashing blue boner was slick and covered with slimy juice as it penetrated in and out of the wet gushing cunt and pubic hairs.
"Hot shit," said Jake. "Keep her going, Dad! Get that pussy!"
It sounded like a B-Ball game. "Get that cunt! Get her good!" hollered Candy Hobart. "That's the way!"
Claire wrapped her legs around Mr. Higgins' face. Her deep tender loins pressed against his cheeks. "Mmmmmm," he muttered, continuing to fuck her nicely. "What a pleasure." He ran his hands down around the balls of her ass. "So soft," he sighed. "I love it."
"Oooopppsss," said Claire. 'I'll get it." She reached down and retrieved Principal Higgins's cock. She placed him back in the hole and they continued fucking.
"You know," said Jake to Candy, "I sure am glad we met."
"Me too," cooed Candy. She was slightly older,' by about six or seven years, but she knew that it didn't really matter that much for her and Jake. Age wasn't that important. She let him slip his cock back into her pussy again.
"Ooooh," groaned Jake. "It's so soft in there!"
"Yeah," she said, "and just for you!"
"Mmmmmm," he hummed. He began to pull his cock to the edge of her pussy, to the brink of the canyon. Then, when he was good and ready, he would slide the massive young phallus forward, into the liquid tube.
"Ahhhh," she sighed and gasped. "That's the way!"
His cock was securely lodged in her pussy. He jammed harder, fucked her harder than he had before. "Oh, fuck!" she screamed, "that's too hard!"
"I thought you liked it that way," he suggested. "That's what you said one time."
"It's tender down there," she said.
"Yeah," said Jake. "I'll bet."
"It is," protested Candy Hobart. "I was hurt there a while ago."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," she said. "My husband gave me a hard time one night."
"I didn't know that," said Jake. He slowed his pace. Now his cock rolled and rubbed slowly inside the tank. The slippery pieces of cunt meat were wrapping themselves like the tentacles of an octopus around his phallus. The prick responded nicely, sending waves of muscle contraction up and down the length of his shaft. This rippling effect sped up and down the tight little twat channel and spread vibrations and stimulation everywhere inside Candy Hobart's lovely twat muscle.
"Hot damn!" she cried. "I like that kind of action.'
"You do?"
She didn't answer except by pulling her legs wide open for him. Her tender thighs were soft and creamy, a special little thrill for his wandering hands and fingers. He ended up with one finger above his cock and stuffing, along with his cock, her pussy. The finger landed at the clit meat, so he was sure to plunge his dick into her cunt and to be able to flick her clit back and forth at the same time. "You know," he said, watching her cunt shake, her legs wobble and her face contract, "I think you're going to come pretty soon." He continued working his meat and her clit in unison.
Suddenly, she burst out with a sight of relief. Her legs opened again and she humped him up and down on her belly and hips. His cock rode her for the total distance. Her tube shut down around his dick, sucked him up into her satin smooth and soft vagina, and milked him of his jism.
Jake Higgins was only too happy to supply the hot pudding. His teacher sucked it all up from his cock. She soaked him with clit juice, spread the ooze along his cock and balls, and rode along with him as he sputtered and stopped and started, supplying her with a relatively constant supply of hot pudding.
"Oh, boy," she wailed. "I love sperm juice! You know I do!"
She waved her hips and milked him dry. When, they were done, he yanked his cock out of her hips. "Mmmmm," she smiled, "let me have that thing."
She went down on him, sucked up the fresh cock juke, and played his balk with fresh stimulation. She licked off the sides of his dick, kissed the hot nut nest, and rubbed his loins thoroughly. "Mmmmm," she cooed as she went. "What a sweetheart you are, darling Jake Higgins."
"My special teacher," muttered Jake, feeling up Candy's fine white breasts. "Oh, how I love to eat you and suck on your tits."
"You know what?" asked Candy, continuing to lick her favorite student's powerhouse rod. "We're going to have a great school year together." She smiled and opened her mouth.
Jake pushed his penis up into his teacher's lips. "Yup," he said, feeling her great sucking action on his firm fat prick, "I think you're right."
Over her naked shoulder Jake saw his father, the Principal of Harper High, dunking his rod in Claire's cunt. "Yup," he said again to himself: "I think this is going to be a great year."
With that he jerked his stiffened cock out of Candy's mouth and shoved her back against the sofa. Then he plowed his meat down into her, thinking about how wonderful it was to screw his Biology teacher, thinking about her tender trap. Then he smiled and began to wonder how many other highs school teachers he might fuck that year. Candy's pussy sucked him up good, into the land of fantasy.
