Though the contemplative life, the closed world of various institutions and orders, is seemingly totally removed from day-to-day events as most people know them, such is not always the case.
The same desires, physical sensations and everyday wants that affect us are also part of the makeup of some of today's established and respected institutions and professions. One has only to witness their increasing flight from cloister to hearth.
NAUGHTY TEACHERS is the story of several such individuals. Perhaps the products of stringent upbringing or swayed by the pressures of their occupations, they seek a release, though not one which is manifest in a conventional form-a cocktail party or weekend picnic or an evening at a movie. Instead, they pursue their most basic ambitions and desires, those of the flesh.
NAUGHTY TEACHERS-fiction, yes, but a story providing insight into some institutions and professions we may know less of than we think.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Herbert Moss, the Principal at Murdock High School, sat quietly behind his desk and rubbed the growing bulge in his crotch. Across from him, Ginger Barlow looked down at her hands, then said, "Gosh, Mr. Moss ... isn't there anything I can do to keep from being expelled again?"
Moss looked at the pretty teenager and licked his lips. It was the second time this month she had been referred to him for expulsion by her counselor. He looked at the girl's legs and a twinge of excitement caused him to squeeze his growing prick as he envisioned the portions of her thighs he could not see.
Clearing his throat, Moss asked the girl, "And what would you be willing to do, Ginger?"
The girl sensed something in the tone of the man's voice and she looked up hopefully. "I ... well that is, anything, Mr. Moss. If I get kicked outta school one more time, my father will kill me!"
Moss glanced at the wall clock; it was a few minutes past four and he knew most of the faculty would be gone. He looked at the girl's full tits beneath the thin shirt she wore and he felt that twinge again.
"Perhaps we can work this out," he told her. "If you would be willing to help me, there's a possibility that expulsion won't be necessary."
"Oh, golly, Mr. Moss!" Ginger exclaimed. "How can I help you?"
Smiling nervously, Moss gestured to the girl and told her, "Come here, child..."
Ginger stood slowly and walked to the corner of the desk. She knew what Moss had in mind, but she'd rather face that than go home and face her father with the news she'd been expelled again for cutting classes and for smoking on school grounds.
"Closer..." Moss told the girl and swiveled his chair slightly. As Ginger obeyed, he reached out and took hold of her hand, then told her, "As you know, Ginger, I'm not married ... and there are certain needs a man faces when he lives alone. Do you understand?"
"I ... I think so." Ginger said, suddenly enjoying the game.
"And you would have no objection to helping me a bit?" he asked apprehensively as he drew net nearer.
"Uh, uh ... not if you'd promise I wouldn't be expelled," she told him and shook her head.
Moss felt his pulse racing as he looked at the girl's pert features; her short red hair haloed her face and she looked far younger than her sixteen years. Releasing her hand, he moved his hand to her full hip and when she did not move away, he asked, "You're sure?"
Ginger licked her full lips and stood a bit closer as his hand moved around to rest on the swell of her ass. "I'm sure..." she said in a little girl voice.
With trembling fingers, Moss moved his hand downward, then beneath the hem of her short skirt. He thrilled as his fingers came in contact with the smooth, warm flesh of her thigh and he chilled slightly as he encountered her panty-clad ass.
Ginger felt the excitement rise in her body as she watched the man slip his hand beneath her skirt and she leaned into him. His fingers touched her pubic mound and she spread her legs slightly. Then, as he squeezed her ass softly, he moved his other hand up to her naked belly and slipped it inside her panties.
"Ohhhh," she moaned as his fingers touched her thick mat of pubic hair and she felt him drawing her panties down. She could feel his hands shaking as he pulled the panties down to her thighs. She looked down at the bulge in his pants. She could see the firm outline of his prick as it strained against his pantleg and she wondered how big he actually was.
Moss groaned lowly as he lifted the girl's skirt and gazed longingly at her soft mat of red pubic hair. Licking his lips, he drew the panties down to her knee,s and leaned forward to press his cheek against her naked belly. The softness of her skin tantalized him and he inhaled the fragrance of her body as he hugged her to him, his hands fondling the cheeks of her full ass.
"Ummmmmnnn," Ginger moaned as she looked down and saw him turn his face to her crotch. Then, as he kissed her softly, she chilled and arched her body to him. "That ... that feels good," she said as his lips nibbled the sensitive flesh near her pussy.
Moss felt his pulse pounding in his head as he pulled the girl's panties all the way off and spread her legs. He tilted his head closer and his tongue wormed into the hair-fringed lips of her pussy. As he did, he felt her hands on his head and he realized suddenly that the girl was enjoying the act as much as he.
"Ummmnnnnn ... yes, kiss it ... kiss it for me," Ginger said thickly as she felt his mouth on her pussy.
Twisting the girl around, he sat her on the edge of his desk, then buried his face between her legs. As his mouth closed over her soft, moist cunt, he fumbled with the zipper of his pants. Pulling his throbbing prick free, he stroked it with his right hand as his left moved to close over the girl's full tit.
Ginger thrilled as the principal ate her pussy. As he groped for her tits, she reached up and unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it free from the waist of her skirt. As his hand closed over her naked tit, she moaned and pressed her hand over his.
Moss could not believe the girl had been so easy, but now as he lapped her cunt wildly, he regretted not approaching her the last time she had been sent to his office. His prick jerked in his hand and he wondered just how far this lovely nymphet would allow him to go with her-but that was a question that would soon be answered, for he could feel her squirming excitedly as he found her clit with his tongue.
Ginger moaned as the man licked and sucked the lips of her pussy into his mouth. Of all the sex she enjoyed, she liked this best, for the feelings it gave her were like no others she had ever experienced. Taking hold of the man's head, she pulled him to her as she felt her passions rising; her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps and she knew that her orgasm was but a breath away.
"Ohhhh, yessss!" she gasped as she lifted her legs and looked down at the man's mouth on her cunt, "Eat me ... God, eat my pussy ... I'm commmmmmming!" And she arched to him as her body went rigid and the breath was driven from her lungs.
Moss felt his prick jerk as the girl's obscene
JO words came to him; he was but a stroke away from coming himself, but he did not want to waste it by jacking off. Letting go of his prick, he slipped both arms about the girl's body and pulled her to him as she stiffened and cried out again.
Finally, Ginger gasped and pushed the man's head away from her crotch. She had grown suddenly sensitive, but her passions had not lowered. Slipping out of her shirt, she unfastened the catch at her waist and as Moss sat back in his deep chair, Ginger let her skirt fall. Standing naked before him, she looked down at this throbbing prick and licked her lips.
"Would ... would you like for me to do that to you?" she asked as she licked her lips.
Moss could not believe his good fortune as the pretty young girl stood naked before him. He glanced at the clock and saw it was four-thirty. "Lock ... lock the door," he told her thickly. And as she padded across the carpeted office to obey him, he removed his shirt and tie, then unbuckled his pants and let them fall in a heap to the floor.
When Ginger returned, she looked at his body and felt a thrill go through her. She reached out and took hold of his pulsing prick, then sank to her knees before him. She rubbed the soft head of his prick over her face, then kissed him about the thighs and belly. She heard his groans and when his hands closed about her head, she flicked out her tongue and licked the swollen head of his cock.
"Oh, yes!" he gasped, "Lick it! Lick the head of my prick! God, but that feels good!"
Ginger did as the man begged, then opened her mouth widely and engulfed the head of his cock. She sucked him lavishly as he thrust his hips forward to bury more and more of his pulsing prick in her month. She held the base of his thick cock and fondled his hairy balls when thoughts about her father began to creep into her mind. t t t
As far back as Ginger could remember, she had been fascinated by the thought of a man's body and especially, that mysterious protrusion of flesh between their legs. She had lost her virginity when she was fourteen, but it had taken her awhile to learn about the other form of sex-in particular, sucking cock.
Often at home she would catch a glimpse of her father's prick, for since her mother's death when she was twelve, she had been both housekeeper and daughter to her beloved father. And it wasn't until a short time after her fifteenth birthday that she learned why he often avoided her late in the evening.
On the evening she learned, she had been lying in the den with the lights off watching TV in her nightgown. She heard her father come in the front door and as he closed it loudly, she realized that he had been drinking. Not wanting to see him when he was like that, Ginger merely closed her eyes and rolled to one side as she feigned sleep.
She heard her father enter the den, then she sensed him standing beside her where she lay in the recliner. When he spoke, she shivered, for the tone he used was unlike any she had heard from him before.
"Damn, but I love you, Ginger ... " he said thickly. "You are gettin so pretty I can't hardly stand it ... don't really know if I can trust myself around you anymore..." Then there was a pause and Ginger felt his hand on her brow. He stroked her head softly and said, "When I see you runnin' around in your nightgown, it's all I can do to keep my hands off of you." As he spoke, Ginger felt his hand leave her forehead and close softly about her tit. She thrilled at his touch and as her nipple grew .stiff, she fought to control her breathing.
"Oh, Sweet Jesus!" her father said and trailed his hand down her body to lift the hem of her gown. When his trembling fingers touched her pubic mound, he groaned aloud. "Just like your momma ... all that pretty red hair. God, but I've missed her, baby."
Ginger was at a loss as for what to do; she was both frightened and excited by her father's touching. She felt his finger ease between the lush folds of her pussy and she felt the impulse to spread her legs for him. But she dared not, for despite her own desires, she knew what he was doing was considered wrong and a single word formed in her mind: incest!
"And your mouth ... God, but it's just like your momma's ... the way she used to suck me off ... and she loved to do it ... loved to take all of my prick in her mouth and just suck me till I come."
Ginger tried to envision her mother doing that, but as she did, all she could think of was what it would feel like to take her father's prick in her own mouth! Then, she felt her father's hand leave her pussy and she heard him stumble from the room sobbing.
Opening her eyes, she found him gone, then she heard the door of his room close sharply. For a long time, Ginger sat there staring blankly at the TV, thinking about her father's words and his needs. She loved him deeply and she knew that she would do anything he asked of her if he asked. But obviously, he would not and she knew if she was going to do anything to help him, she would just have to do it!
Filled with a new determination, Ginger got up from the recliner and switched off the TV. As the room was plunged into darkness, she felt an unusual excitement rise in her young body and she padded barefoot to the door of her father's room. She eased it open and saw him lying on his back with only a sheet thrown over him. Slipping into the room, she walked to the side of the bed and saw his clothing scattered about. She knew that he slept naked and her excitement rose as she listened to the sound of his breathing.
Lifting the sheet cautiously, Ginger pulled it back and gazed down at her father's naked body. She trembled nervously as she sat on the side of the bed and reached for his soft prick. As her hand dosed about it, she thrilled as it began to swell. Glancing at his face apprehensively, Ginger leaned over and opened her mouth; she held her breath as she closed her lips about the head of his pulsing prick and licked softly with her tongue.
If this was all it took to make her father a happy man again, then she was determined to do it for him any time he wished. Slowly, she began an up and down movement with her head and as his prick grew, she was unable to get as much of it in her mouth as she had thought she could.
With her hand gripping the base of his prick firmly, she moved her mouth over just the head and found that somehow, she was actually enjoying the act. She licked him gently and found by leaning over further, she could get a bit more of his pulsing flesh into her mouth. Then she felt him give a sudden start.
Ginger paused momentarily as a rush of panic filled her body; she knew that he had awakened and she waited for his anger. But it did not come and after a long moment, Ginger swallowed her saliva and began sucking him again. She took more and more of his stiff prick into her mouth and as his breathing became sharp and ragged, she knew for sure he was awake. Climbing up on her knees, she lowered her head again to his prick and it was then that she felt his hand on her bare leg.
Without a word, her father took hold of her hips and turned her around so that she straddled his body. She felt his hands lift the hem of her nightgown, then his hands were on the cheeks of her ass. Then she felt his not breath on the backs of her legs and his face rubbed her thighs.
Ginger heard her father groan, then his mouth was on her cunt. She chilled as his tongue entered her and a deep thrill went through her as he pulled her down to him and she stretched out atop his body. Again and again, his tongue found that sensitive nub of flesh high in the folds of her pussy and soon, Ginger was writhing in passion above her father. She licked and sucked his prick lavishly as he sucked her pussy and when her orgasm came, it took her completely by surprise.
Ginger cried out as the orgasm washed over her quivering young body and her father's prick exploded in her mouth. She felt it jerk, then her mouth was filled with his hot cum. She gulped it down to keep from choking and before she realized it, she had sucked him dry. Then, as their passions cooled, Ginger felt herself lifted gently and she turned to snuggle close to her father.
Almost immediately, both of them were asleep and Ginger's dreams were filled with spurting cocks and mouths that licked and sucked on her pussy. When she opened her eyes the next morning, she found herself lying naked in her father's bed; he was beside her, his head between her legs arid his stiff prick only inches from her face.
Ginger rolled to her right side and took his prick into her mouth and she thrilled as she heard him say, "Yes, baby ... suck it for me again ... suck your daddy's prick!"
Since that day, they had shared the same bed and though he had never actually fucked her, father and daughter enjoyed the pleasure of oral sex almost every night.
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"Ummmmmnnn ... God!" Moss groaned as he looked down and saw the pretty teenager sucking his cock. He felt his legs go stiff as the girl sucked him and played with his balls. He felt pressed to tell her, but somehow the words would not come.
Ginger felt the man's prick swell and jerk in her mouth; she hollowed her cheeks as she pulled off to just the head and as his hands gripped her tightly, she tasted the first spurt of his hot cum. She rolled her tongue about the spurting slit, then swallowed the thick cum as he groaned and thrust his hips forward.
As his contractions passed, Moss looked down as the girl licked his prick and caught one last feeble spurt of his cum; it was the first time in years that a girl had allowed him to come in her mouth and he felt a sudden rush of gratitude for the naked young girl kneeling before him. As she licked her lips, he helped her to her feet and gazed into her eyes.
"I won't be expelled?" she asked slyly and pressed her body to his.
Moss felt a chuckle rise in his throat as he lifted the girl's face and kissed her softly. She's so young, he thought, but not without experience. And as her tongue eased between his lips, he felt his prick twitch and he knew he must fuck this sexy teenager.
Running his hands down her naked back, he cupped the cheeks of her ass and pressed his body to her. She responded by grinding her hips in a slow circular motion and his still-stiff prick slid between her legs.
Taking hold of her waist, Moss lifted the girl and sat her again on the edge of his desk. "I ... I want to fuck you," he said thickly.
"Can you ... I mean so soon?" Ginger asked and reached out to fondle his prick.
"I'm thirty-five, not sixty-five!" he told her and moved between her legs.
"Then fuck me ... stick it in ... put it all the way in!" she hissed and raised her legs to lock them about his waist.
"Oh, God!" he swore as he watched the girl guide his prick into her soft, warm nest. He thrust forward with his hips as she pulled him to her and he watched his thick prick slide into her cunt.
"Ughhhnn ... you're so big!" she told him and squirmed atop the desk as his hands closed on her tiny waist.
"Ohhhh..." Moss moaned as the girl writhed and began a slow hunching motion. He lowered his head and sucked in one of her nipples. As he sucked, she leaned back, her arms stiff to support her weight.
"Oh, I like that!" she told him as he nibbled it gently. "Yessss ... lick my titties ... suck them ... fuck me, God, FUCK ME!" she gasped.
Moss thrust in and out of the girl's clasping cunt and as his pelvis pressed against hers, he wondered how many more of his truant girls would be willing to have sex with him to avoid being expelled. But no matter, he thought as his hands slipped down the girl's hips to take hold of her bouncing ass. And as he fucked her, Moss licked one tit and then the other while the sounds of her mewls and gasps filled his ears.
Outside his office door, Dora Smith, the principal's secretary stood stock still as she heard the strange sounds coming from within. She tried the knob and when she found the door locked, she wondered what was going on. She had met with, one of the district supervisors in the teacher's lounge near four o'clock and she had neglected to say anything about it to Moss, since he had a girl in for an expulsion hearing.
Curious beyond her normal level of curiosity, Dora was determined to find out just what was going on in the office and she walked quickly to the vice-principal's office and slipped inside. She looked apprehensively toward the closed door of the toilet the two supervisors shared, then she drew her breath and walked briskly across the room. She knew that Mrs. Thompson didn't like anyone in her office, but it was of no matter now.
Cautiously, she opened the toilet door and slipped inside; she made her way quietly across the tile floor and opened the other door just a crack-and what she saw made her heart jump. There, behind his desk, was Herbert Moss-naked and in the midst of an obscene sex act with one of the students! Dora could not believe her eyes or her ears as she heard the Barlow girl cry out.
"Ummmn ... yesssss! Fuck me ... God, deeper ... I'm coming again ... fuck me deeper!"
Dora was shocked by the lewd scene, but she was also aroused; at thirty-one, she considered herself a spinster and had resigned herself to a life without either sex or love. And it was not because she was not pretty; it was just that an unhappy love affair during college had made her to vow never to be hurt again even if it meant never being loved again.
Dora swallowed thickly as she saw the principal lift the pretty teenager from the edge of his desk and stand with her impaled on his prick. She gasped as Moss kissed the girl sensuously and his hand closed about the cheeks of her ass.
Dora felt the heat rise in her loins. She lifted the hem of her dress and was pulling aside the leg band of her panties. As her finger eased into her seething cunt, Dora sighed and longed for the feeling of a man inside her.
Stroking her wet cunt, Dora leaned against the door frame and watched the erotic scene in the principal's office. She had entertained the thought of something developing between herself and the youngest, handsomest principal in the school district, but somehow it never happened.
Now, as she stood fingerfucking herself in the doorway, she longed to have him fuck her as he was fucking the pretty red-haired student. Easing a second finger into her cunt, she heard the girl cry out again and she shuddered.
"Ughhhnnn ... now! God, nowwwwwww!" the girl cried and dug her fingers into the man's shoulders. She went stiff suddenly and threw her head back as the orgasm crashed over her and she felt her legs unfold from about his waist.
Moss gasped for breath as he felt the girl stiffen, then go limp. As her legs dangled against his, he felt his prick swell again and erupt deep inside her cunt. His knees went weak and he stumbled back to fold in his chair, the girl riding him down as he slumped.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark figure just inside the bathroom door. His first feeling was one of panic at being discovered, then he saw who the person was-Dora Smith, his secretary! Without being obvious, he pressed his face against the girl's head and looked at the doorway. He saw that the woman had her dress raised and that she was fingerfucking herself wildly.
It was all he could do to keep from laughing as he realized the woman had been watching secretly and masturbating as she watched. Well, he thought, if she wants a thrill, I'll damn well give her one!
Arching his back, he lifted Ginger from his cock and leaned her head against the desk, then he fell to his knees before her.
"Oh, how wild!" she gasped as he began sucking her cunt again, "Yes ... use your tongue ... God, you're gonna make me come again!"
Dora could not believe the animalistic scene that was taking place before her very eyes. She stifled a moan as she watched Mr. Moss on his knees, lapping the girl's pussy just as a dog would do! But as she watched and heard the girl's moans of pleasure, she wondered what it would feel like to have a man do that to her.
Her mind reeled as she slid her fingers in and out of her gushing cunt. She felt her hand flooded with her juices and as the sensations rose, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She shuddered as the girl in the next room moaned and arched her body to the man's sucking mouth, then her orgasm came. It hit her suddenly and she felt her legs go weak as she stumbled back in the darkness and sat panting for breath on the closed toilet.
Somehow, she was able to regain her composure and arrange her clothing. As she fled the outer office, she snatched up her purse and coat as she heard the girl's voice echo from the locked office.
Moss raised his wet face from between the girl's legs and stood up. He kissed Ginger softly and fondled her full, young tits as she sighed deeply and turned to glance at the clock. It was a few minutes past five and she knew she would have to hurry to beat her father home.
"I ... I gotta go, Mr. Moss," she said breathlessly as he mauled her tits and tried to kiss her again.
"I know," he said and ran his hand between her legs one last time and eased a finger into the wetness of her cunt. "Thank you, Ginger ... thank you very much!" he said and wiggled his finger.
The girl chilled and she knew that if she didn't get out of that office, they'd be on the floor fucking again and she had to be home before her father.
"Thank you, Mr. Moss ... " she said softly and slipped out of his arms.
Moss fumbled for a package of cigarettes in his desk and lit one. He watched the girl dress and he looked down at his shriveled prick. Now, he thought, if she'll just keep her mouth shut!
"Ginger ... " he called softly as she buttoned her shirt and turned to face him. "Come here."
Ginger finished dressing, then walked to stand beside the man. She gazed down at his soft prick and felt a new rush of excitement in her loins. "Yes?" she asked softly.
"You know, of course, we must never speak of this ... to anyone." .
"I ... I understand, Mr. Moss," she told him, nodding.
"Good ... now give me a little kiss before you leave."
Ginger swallowed thickly and leaned over to press her mouth to his. As she did, she felt him guide her hand to his soft prick and she gave it one last squeeze as his tongue entered her mouth.
'You'd better run now," he told her as she released his prick and straightened. "I'll expect to get nothing but good reports on you from now on..."
The girl nodded and told him, "You can count on it, Mr. Moss, you can count on it," and she left the office quickly.
"Yes, I'll bet I can," he mused as he puffed on his cigarette and looked at his clothing scattered about the room. "But if I can't ... " and he chuckled, "I can always counsel her again."
CHAPTER TWO
Pam Crenshaw sat in her glassed-in office in the girls' locker room and tried to concentrate on the schedule before her. But the sound of the girl's chatter kept distracting her and each time she looked up from her desk and into the locker room, she engaged the wheels of fantasy; she could not keep her eyes from the naked bodies of the girls as they went to and from the showers. Their bodies excited her and she knew what she was going to do as soon as the last girl had left-she did it every afternoon that the girls' gymnastic team worked late.
Glancing nervously at the clock, she saw it was nearly five and she sighed as the last girl waved and pushed through the double doors that led to the gymnasium beyond. Unlocking the bottom drawer of her desk, she removed the small zipper bag and stood up from her desk. She found the locker room empty and quiet and she shook her head as she saw the soggy towels scattered about. She picked a few of them up and tossed them into the laundry cart as she went to the screened towel booth and took a pair of fresh towels from the stack.
Before she disrobed, she walked into the showers, twisted the handles in every booth but one, then sat on the nearest bench to disrobe. She pulled her tennis shoes from her feet and smiled as the hot water filled the shower room with steam; she stood and pulled her sweat shirt over her head, then removed her shorts and the tight bikini panties she wore. Standing before the full-length mirror, she examined her body: for twenty-eight, she still had the physique of a teenager and she was proud of her body. Running her fingers through her short brown hair, she smiled at her reflection then turned to open the small zipper bag.
She thrilled as her fingers closed about the bar of soap that hung from a cord and was shaped like a man's penis. She had purchased a dozen of them several months before and she loved the feeling as the slippery thing was shoved in and out of her cunt. Hanging it about her neck, she walked naked into the shower room, switched off the lights and inhaled deeply. She knew that in just a matter of minutes, she would be engulfed by the steam, then she could masturbate to her old fantasy.
As she adjusted the handles to a warm flow in the corner stall, she thought she heard someone in the locker room. She turned to find Tina Monroe slipping out of her leotards before her open locker. Quickly, Pam removed the bar of soap from around her neck and cursed her luck. Tina was the smallest girl on the team and the other girls often referred to her as Tiny Tina, but at the moment, Pam had another name for her.
"Oh, hi, Miss Crenshaw..." the girl said as she came naked into the steamy shower room and looked about with a puzzled expression on her pretty face. "I ... I was doing some extra work on the balance beam..." she explained as she looked at the other showers, all turned on.
"I ... I thought you'd gone with the rest of the girls," Pam said and gazed at the girl's well proportioned body; her breasts were small and firm, the nipples slightly up-thrust and she had a full bush of black pubic hair that nestled above her strong thighs. Pam swallowed thickly and averted her eyes as the girl seemed to be staring back.
"Ah ... you can share this stall with me, Tina..." she offered, then explained, "I always turn on all the hot water to steam it up, then turn the master control off. I'm afraid it's too hot for you to try to get into one of the other stalls."
Tina felt butterflies in her stomach as she looked upon her teacher's naked body. She had caught glimpses of her before, but this was the first time she had ever seen her completely naked. She envied Pam's full tits, and the flare of her womanly hips somehow excited her as she realized how narrow and boyish her own were. Swallowing back her apprehension, she smiled weakly and walked into the warm spray.
Pam stood aside nervously as the small girl entered the shower and it was then that she realized that she still had the penis shaped soap held behind her. Christ! she thought, what'll I do now?
"Well, did you have a good workout, Tina?" Pam asked, trying for small talk as the room filled with steam.
"Yeah ... I've still got a lot to do before the meet with Sinclair, but I'm going to do well, I promise," the girl replied and glanced down and noticed that her gym teacher seemed to be hiding something behind her. She wondered about it but only momentarily, for the steam was fast filling the booth they were in and the light from the locker room was dim and diffused.
"I ... I know you will, dear," Pam said as her hand brushed the girl's wet hip and a chill went through her body. She longed to reach out and touch the tiny girl, but she restrained herself. Then as almost all the light from the locker room was cut off, she turned her back on the girl and moved the bar of soap over her lower belly; the idea of masturbating while one of her students showered with her was exciting and she wondered if she could do it and get away with it.
Tina noticed the woman turn her back and she reached for a bar of soap in the dish. As she soaped her body, she felt the old excitement rise in her loins as she thought about Patsy Blake and their encounter in that very stall some months before.
What had begun as a simple exchange of back scrubs had ended in mutual masturbation and Tina had not forgotten the excitement or the pleasure it had brought her. She seemed drawn to the other girls and though she dated as much as any of the girls in her freshman class, she still felt attracted to those of her own sex.
Running her soapy hands over her flat belly, Tina could not resist touching herself. As she did, she shuddered and wondered what Miss Crenshaw would say if she knew that she was standing so close, her finger easing in and out of the folds of her pussy.
Pam fought to control her breathing as she faked soaping her body, then spread her legs slightly and ran the cock-shaped soap down between her legs. She glanced over her shoulder as the phallus spread the lips of her pussy and she was surprised to see that Tina had her back turned too. Then, she noticed through the fog of steam that the girl was spending an unusual amount of time washing between her legs.
A new thrill went through her as their hips touched and Pam felt the motion of the girl's body against hers. When Tina made no move to pull away, Pam leaned back further and felt the soft rise of the girl's ass cheeks against her thigh. The excitement she felt was beyond description as she felt Tina move her body sensuously against hers.
Tina shivered as she felt Pam's warm body brush her own. She nearly stopped the slow manipulation of her pussy lips, but as she paused, she felt the woman lean back against her. And it was then that she sensed the motion of Pam's body. She wondered idly if her teacher could be doing the same thing that she was and the thought excited her again as Patsy Blake's words came back to her: "All girls do it, Tina ... even grown up women do."
Slowly, Tina rubbed her naked ass against her teacher's leg as she continued fingering herself. In answer, she felt Pam move back against her and she was drawn to look over her shoulder; she found that the woman had both her hands hidden from sight and Tina knew what she was doing with them.
Swallowing back her fear, Tina recalled how she and Patsy had gotten started and she asked without turning, "Uh ... would you wash my back for me, Miss Crenshaw?"
Pam froze as the girl spoke to her; she was unsure whether it was an innocent gesture or an opening. She knew that many of her girls played so with each other in the privacy of the shower room, but the thought of actually engaging in that sort of, play with one of her students had never gone beyond a fantasy stage.
"Would you?" the girl asked and rubbed her lithe young body against Pam's leg again.
Turning, Pam drew her breath and held it as the girl faced the wall of the stall away from her. With trembling hands, Pam took the bar of soap from the dish, hung the penis-shaped soap around her neck, then began soaping the girl's back. The feel of her smooth flesh beneath the suds excited Pam and she noticed that Tina still had her hand between her legs.
As site worked her way down the girl's trim body, she thrilled and looked at her firm, young ass. She ran her hands lower to the small of her back, then back up under her arms. She hesitated momentarily as the girl pressed back against her and the nipples of her tits came in contact with the smooth flesh of her back. She swallowed back her apprehension, then Tina spoke to her again.
"Ohhh, that feels so good ... will you do me lower?"
Pam was unsure as to what to do, but she was not going to allow this opportunity to pass if the situation was what she thought it was. She half turned and placed one hand on Tina's shoulder, then ran her other hand down to the small of her back again.
"Lower ... " the girl whispered softly as Pam's trembling hand swept downward to the low swell ot her ass.
As she cupped the girl's ass cheek, she felt a new thrill go through her, for Tina reached up and pulled her left hand down over her firm young tit.
"Wash me everywhere," she said lowly.
"Tina ... are you sure?" Pam asked breathlessly as the girl leaned back against her naked body and she felt her nipple grow stiff against her palm.
"If ... if you are, Miss Crenshaw," the girl replied.
Then, Pam was thrilled as she felt Tina's left hand move between their bodies and lay flat against her thigh. She swallowed again and moved her own hand down the girl's body until it hovered over that dark mat of pubic hair.
"Uh-huh ... there, too..." Tina told her and raised her hand until it lay against Pam's bush.
"You ... you don't mind?" Pam questioned, but suddenly felt ridiculous; Tina was the aggressor and she knew it, still she felt apprehensive.
"I ... I want you to," Tina whispered and her tiny finger eased into Pam's soapy cunt and thrilled her.
"Ohhh, Tina!" Pam gasped and closed her fingers about the girl's pussy. She worked her middle finger into her cunt and shuddered as she ran her other hand around to cup her tit.
They stood like that for long minutes as their fingers explored each other's bodies in the warm spray of the shower. Pam's pulse raced wildly as Tina turned to face her, and the girl saw the penis-shaped soap hanging from the cord about her neck. The girl smiled and looked up at her and as their lips met in a passionate kiss, Pam was reminded of the first time she had had sex with another woman.
* * *
It had been during her second year at college and though sex held no mysteries for her, there was still much she did not know. When one of her professors asked her to assist him at his home, she nearly balked, then the man remarked, "Of course, my wife and I will expect you to come to dinner, Pamela..."
Naively, she had gone to the professor's home that evening and had been greeted by his lovely wife, a red-haired woman some fifteen years younger than the professor. Her name was Beth and Pam took an immediate liking to her. During the course of the meal, Beth complained politely that her husband ignored her and that he was always making promises to her that went unkept.
"Come, my dear," the man had said, smiling, "I'm sure that Pamela is not interested in our marital strife."
Laughing, Beth had turned to Pam and told her, "If you only knew what he had promised for tonight!"
Pam was at a loss for words. She realized that the couple was not actually fighting and that the whole conversation was being held in a good-natured manner. "Couldn't we do the research another time, Dr. Blanton?" Pam inquired as she sensed the importance of the evening to his wife.
"You see, Beth, there you go again, turning the head of a promising young student away from the responsibilities of life!" and they had all laughed.
"Walter ... couldn't you put it off one more night? I'm sure Pam wouldn't mind coming back again tomorrow, would you, Pam?"
Blushing, she shook her head. "Of course not," she said firmly, then added, "Besides, if you want to talk about responsibilities, Professor, your first is to your wife!"
"You're right," the man said and looked toward Beth.
"Well, then it's settled," she said and smiled at Pam, "But of course we don't expect you to leave, Pam. I'm doing some research for my degree you know and Walter has obtained some really rare films from a friend of ours in France. They should be interesting."
"But, my dear," her husband protested, "surely this lovely young girl has something other to do than to sit with us this evening ... besides, how do you know she'll enjoy that sort of thing?"
Smiling in a mysterious manner, Beth licked her lips and remarked, "Oh, she'll enjoy it all right ... I know."
Pam didn't understand, but she accepted a second glass of brandy and went with the couple into their library. She and Beth pulled a deep velvet love seat around to face the screen that Walter set up, then they sat as he threaded the film into the projector.
"Just pretend he's not here and enjoy yourself, Pam," Beth told her and patted her bare knee.
Pam felt strangely uneasy as Beth let her hand linger for a long moment on her leg, but she shrugged the feeling off as the professor turned out the lights and started the projector. The title was in French: Les Femmes d'Amor.
"I think you'll enjoy this," Beth said and laid her hand on Pam's leg again. "I find them really exciting."
Pam blinked as the title dissolved and a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties appeared on the screen. On each side of her stood pretty teenaged girls; all three were dressed in loose, toga-like robes and as the scene broadened, Pam saw that they were beside a large sunken tub.
"Oh, this is going to be good..." Beth remarked and squeezed Pam's leg.
Pam felt the warmth of the woman's hand on her bare flesh and she was surprised at the sudden intimacy she felt for Beth. Still, there was an unexplained uneasiness in the pit of her stomach and it increased as she looked up at the screen. The older woman turned to the girl on her right and helped her out of her robe, then she did the same for the other girl. Both were well developed and Pam drew her breath sharply as the woman ran her hands over the girl's tits.
As the older woman let her robe fall to the floor, she revealed a magnificent figure with a thick bush of pubic hair between her legs. She watched as the three women took the steps to the tub and lowered themselves into the steaming water. And it was then that Pam realized fully what kind of film it was. She licked her dry lips as the three began a sensuous soaping of each other's bodies with lingering touches on breasts and between each other's legs. Pam chilled as the older woman kissed one of the girls passionately and the camera zoomed in to show her fingers stroking her cunt.
Squirming' on the love seat, Pam became suddenly aware that Beth's hand had crept up her leg and that it was beneath the hem of her short skirt. She felt a moment of panic and confusion as the woman turned to her and said, "It's all right, Pam. Just relax and enjoy it."
Pam felt the excitement rise in her body as Beth's hand moved higher beneath her skirt; when her fingertips came in contact with her panties, she suppressed a shiver. Then, Beth became more bold. She let her hand slip between Pam's thighs and she began stroking her pussy through the thin material of her panties.
"Ohhh, Beth..." she whispered and squirmed at the woman's touch.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" Beth asked huskily as she pressed closer to Pam.
"But ... but, your husband ... the professor...."
"Shush ... he's watching the film ... look, look at what's happening."
Pam glanced back at the screen and a sharp gasp came from her throat; the older woman was lying back in the tub, her head and shoulders resting on a cushion while one of the younger girls kissed her between the legs. As she watched, the other girl climbed dripping from the tub and squatted obscenely over the woman's face. The camera went in for a close-up as the girl kneeled and the woman's tongue came out to lick her pussy erotically.
"Ohhh..." Pam gasped when she realized Beth had pulled the leg band of her panties aside and was fingerfucking her.
"Doesn't that look like fun?" she asked breathlessly as Pam squirmed beside her.
"I ... I've never seen ... done anything like that, Beth," she whispered and wondered if the professor could see what was going on.
"Don't be embarrassed, Pam. He knows and he approves," Beth said as though reading her mind.
"Oh, God!" she said and shuddered as Beth slipped her panties down to her knees. "Please ... please, Beth, I. . . "
Beth closed her hand around Pam's pubic mound and eased her finger into her cunt again. "Don't tell me that doesn't feel good."
"Ohhh, but it does ... it does!" she gasped as the woman pulled her panties all the way off.
"Touch me, Pam ... do the same thing to me and watch the film ... look, they're getting out of the tub."
Hesitantly, Pam reached over and found Beth's dress up about her waist; the woman wore no underclothing and as her lingers came in contact with her bare flesh, she chilled. Slowly, Pam ran her hand between Beth's legs and touched the warm wetness of her pussy. She had never felt another woman before and the thought that she was engaging in a lesbian act excited her.
Looking at the screen, Pam saw the three females form a chain with their bodies. Each had her head between the legs of the other and they were kissing each other's cunts.
"Isn't that beautiful?" Beth asked her breathlessly as she found Pam's clit and rubbed it sensuously.
"Oh, God ... yes ... yes, it is!" Pam exclaimed.
Then Beth withdrew her hand from Pam's legs and before she knew what had happened, Beth was standing before her naked; she gasped as Beth reached out and stood her up and she was unable to protest as the woman removed her clothing.
Pam had forgotten all about the professor as Beth pulled her close and kissed her passionately. She felt the woman's hands exploring her body, touching her softly and her head reeled with passion. She moaned lowly then as the film ended and the screen went dark.
The flickering of a candle reminded Pam that somewhere in the darkness of the library the professor was watching them, but somehow she was no longer embarrassed. She shivered as Beth kissed her way down her body, pausing to lick the turgid nipples of her tits, then the woman was spreading her legs.
Pam felt faint as Beth's mouth came in contact with her pussy; she arched to the woman's sucking mouth and moaned as Beth's tongue found her clit and licked it lavishly. She had never considered the act of sex with a woman and the revelation was almost too much for her to bear as Beth made love to her standing naked in the near darkness of the library.
Pam sensed movement beside her as Beth ate her pussy and she was startled as a hand closed on her wrist. She gave a slight start, but did not protest when she felt her hand guided to the professor's pulsing prick.
"She's good, isn't she, Pam?" his soft voice came out of the darkness.
Pam swallowed thickly as she curled her fingers about the man's cock; she felt it pulse strongly and she could not resist stroking it. "Uhhhnnn ... good ... feels so good!" she gasped as Beth clutched the cheeks of her ass and lapped her cunt frantically.
Then Pam felt herself pushed down to a low, soft stool. Again, Beth spread her legs and began kissing her thighs and belly. When the woman's mouth closed again over her pussy, she shuddered, for the professor's hands moved softly over her tits.
"Touch me," the man rasped as he fondled her full tits and rolled her nipples between his fingers. "Take hold of my prick and play with it."
Hesitantly, Pam reached up and felt the man's hairy legs. She swallowed thickly as she brushed his prick with the back of her hand, then curled her fingers about its pulsing length. Somehow, doing what she was in the darkness increased the wickedness of the act and she felt a new excitement rise in her body as the professor moved closer.
She squeezed his throbbing prick as his hand rested on her head and as he spoke, she knew that she was doing this because she wanted to!
"Kiss it, Pam ... take my prick in your mouth and kiss it as Beth eats your pussy ... you want to, you know you do. You love the feel of a man's prick in your mouth ... go ahead."
And as he spoke the obscene words, Pam turned her head slightly and pressed her cheek against his cock. She licked out tentatively and heard him groan. Then she opened her lips and took the head of his pulsing prick into her mouth. As she did, Pam experienced her first of many orgasms to Beth's sucking mouth. She shuddered and cried out as the woman's hands dug into the soft flesh of her thighs and her tongue probed her deeply.
"Ughhhnnn ... Ohhhhh, God ... nowwwwww!" Pam whimpered as her body was flooded with the most intense sensations she had ever known. Her mind reeled as the professor clutched her head and forced more and more of his prick into her mouth and she gagged slightly.
"Suck it! Suck my prick!" he moaned and thrust his hips forward.
Pam complied, but felt faint as her orgasm passed. Then she felt the man pull away from her and the couple forced her down on the floor. She did not protest as Beth hovered over her and whispered, "Now me. Eat my pussy, Pam ... lick it and make me come!"
Pam surrendered to her passions as the woman squatted over her face. She closed her mouth about the woman's wet cunt and buried her face between her legs. She thrilled as she tasted pussy for the first time and she was only dimly aware as the professor moved between her legs.
As his prick entered her, she arched to him and felt his hands grope for her tits. She wrapped her arms about Beth's thighs and pulled her close as the man shoved his prick all the way into her cunt and the breath was driven from her lungs.
The remainder of the night passed in a fog of passion for Pam; they fucked and sucked until the early hours and when at last they were spent, she found herself lying in bed between the professor and his wife as they both made love to her exhausted body.
* * *
Pam returned to the reality of the moment as she felt Tina's hand stroking the penis shaped soap. She shook her head and looked down at the girl's bright face as they embraced, each still exploring the other's body in the steamy shower.
"It's just like a man's prick," Tina said boldly as she fondled the soap and squirmed wetly against Pam's body.
"Yes ... yes it is," she said breathlessly as the girl reached up and removed it from about her neck.
"Do you ... do you fuck yourself with it?" she asked naively.
"I ... I use it," she said.
"Ummnnn ... it's nice," she said rubbing it over her face, "Smells like strawberries."
Pam was beside herself with passion. She wanted to make love with this pretty teenager, but she was unsure as to how far she could go. Then she felt Tina move the soap between their bodies and she gasped as the girl shoved it up her cunt.
"Ohhhh, God!" she exclaimed as Tina began fucking her with the soap phallus.
The girl thrust it in and out rapidly, rubbing upwards against Pam's clit and the woman shuddered as she felt her orgasm coming. She clutched the tiny girl to her as she shuddered and cried out, "Ughhnnn ... yes, Tina ... fuck me! God, fuck me ... I'm ... oh, oh ... ohhhhh, God, I'm commmmmming!"
Tina thrust the soap prick in and out of Pam's cunt and held her tightly. When the sensations had passed, Pam stumbled back against the wall of the shower and slid into a sitting position. When she looked up, Tina was standing before her rubbing her cunt sensuously with the soap and looking down at her.
Reaching up, Pam got to her knees and pressed her face against the girl's belly. She sobbed then as she felt the girl spread her legs and her hand urged her lower. When her mouth came in contact with
Tina's lush young cunt, she nearly orgasmed again merely from the thought of what she was doing.
"Ummmnn ... yes, Miss Crenshaw ... lick me ... lick my pussy. That's soooo good!" the girl exclaimed.
Pam luxuriated in the taste of the girl's cunt as Tina writhed against her. She took the soap from her hand and eased it back into her still-seething cunt as she lapped the girl's pussy sensuously.
"Ohhhhh, yesssss ... eat me ... God, eat my pussy! You're making me come, Miss Crenshaw ... God, I'm gonna come!"
And as the steam rolled about them, both teacher and student orgasmed wildly. Pam clutched the girl's quivering form to her as she licked and sucked her pussy and as Tina stiffened, she too went rigid, the soap cock buried deep in her own cunt.
Finally, it passed for them both and Pam stood on shaking legs. Tina was in her arms sobbing and she held her for a long time as the hot water cooled their passions. When they left the shower room, they walked hand in hand and Pam stopped by the bench to towel the girl's body.
As she finished drying her, Pam turned her and looked into her eyes. "Tina ... we mustn't let anyone know ... do you understand?"
"Oh, yes ... I wouldn't tell anyone, Miss Crenshaw. I ... I love you!"
And Pam felt a rush of love for the pretty petite teenager as she held her tight and wondered just what she had gotten herself into. For she recalled, she had fallen in love with Beth and that had been a heartbreaking thing. Especially heartbreaking the first time she found Beth in the arms of another woman!
CHAPTER THREE
The teachers' lounge was crowded the following morning and Pam made it a point to avoid the faculty members as she drew a cup of coffee from the-steaming urn and made her way toward the gym. Her conscience had bothered her greatly over the shower scene with young Tina and she could not bring herself to face the other teachers.
Herbert Moss, however, had no problem meeting the members of his faculty, for his conscience didn't bother him in the least. He smiled inwardly and squeezed Dora Smith's arm as he passed her table and nodded as she blushed.
Across the lounge, sitting by herself, Cathy Thompson sipped her tea. At twenty-five, she was Murdock's youngest fulMime teacher, and it was a well known fact she was the best math teacher ever to walk the hallways of the school.
Sighing, Cathy went over her day's schedule, then turned to the folder of test papers she had collected the day before, but had not yet had a chance to grade. Opening the folder, she checked each student's name as she found the test; near the bottom of the stack, she paused as she found a sheet of paper folded in half. When she opened it and read the contents, she blushed.
No one paid any attention as she gathered her things and made her way quickly out of the lounge. When she reached her empty classroom, she opened the folder and read again:
Miss Thompson, I've tried to find out your telephone number so I could tell you these things myself, but you're unlisted-so I guess a note will have to do. Every time I see you walk down the hall, I get a hard-on. My prick aches to have you touch it and if I ever get the chance I'm going to give you the fucking of your life. I would like to tie you on a bed and eat your pussy, then make you suck my prick until I come all over your pretty face. Then I would fuck you in the ass while I fingerfucked your pussy.
An Admirer.
Cathy didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The message was so obscene, it was ridiculous and she wondered which one of the students could have written it. The papers had been collected during her last period, a senior class, but as she thought about it, there had been papers in her basket all day. Anyone could have slipped the note in-even another teacher!
During the day, Cathy read the note several more times. She felt the need to confide in someone, but she was at a loss as to whom. The other women on the faculty treated her like the plague-mainly due to her youth and mode of dress-and the majority of the men rarely looked above her bust line when she talked to them. All but one-Milo Blake, the balding, fiftyish biology teacher. And Cathy had his daughter in her fourth period algebra class.
When the bell rang for lunch, Cathy avoided the lounge and made her way toward Blake's classroom; he had an office between his and the adjacent classroom and she knew that he usually spent his lunch periods there. She paused when she found the' outer door closed, but shrugged and twisted the knob. She found the classroom empty and walked briskly to the door of his office.
With her hand raised to knock, Cathy froze as she heard voices. She recognized the voice of Melisa Stanley, a pretty black junior.
"Come now, do you think I'd tell anyone?" Blake inquired.
"No ... but someone might find out. And my old man would kill me!" the girl said emphatically.
Cathy wondered what the conversation was about and she raised her hand to knock again when she heard Blake tell the girl, "If you don't like it, Melisa, we'll stop, I promise. And you have my word no one will find out."
Cathy paled. Could Blake be talking about what she thought he was talking about? The idea was so repulsive to her that she was on the verge of jerking the door open when she heard Melisa's voice again.
"Well ... okay, but you gotta promise I'll pass!" she heard the girl saying.
"But of course you'll pass, Melissa. Let's just consider this a final exam of your knowledge of biology."
Blake licked his lips as the pretty girl looked about nervously, then stood up and walked to stand beside him. He looked at her satin skin and reached down to run his hand up the back of her leg. He thrilled at the softness of her flesh and as his hand moved higher, he felt his prick twitching against his leg.
As his hand closed over her ass, Blake groaned and rubbed his crotch. He fumbled at his zipper and finally managed to pull it down. As he did, he looked up at the girl and told her, "Go ... go ahead, Melisa, take it out for me."
The black girl leaned over and ran her hand inside her teacher's pants. As her hand closed about his throbbing prick, she felt his hand slip inside her panties and rub her ass softly. She gasped as she pulled his prick from his pants, for she saw it was huge and pulsing.
"Oh, yes, dear ... play with it a little," Blake told the girl and slipped her panties down on her legs.
The girl leaned over and took his growing prick in both hands and moved them up and down as his fingers moved between the cheeks of her ass and touched her pussy from behind. Slowly, she began a rotation of her hips. As his middle finger entered her cunt, she sighed and told him, "That does feel good, Mister Blake ... oh, it's good!"
Blake thrilled as the young girl began to respond to his caress. He wanted desperately to fuck her, but he had been wanting that since the first day he .laid eyes on her. He slipped his hand beneath her sweater and found her braless. As his fingers closed about her full tit, he felt the excitement rise in his chest and it was all he could do to keep from throwing the pretty teenager down and raping her.
"Oh, yes ... yes, Melisa, that feels so good. Rub the head a little-yes, like that," he told her and found his gaze transfixed as her dark hands moved over his throbbing prick. He licked his lips as he felt her nipple stiffen under his palm and she squirmed against his hand.
Turning the girl, Blake removed his hand from beneath her skirt and swept her panties to her ankles. Melisa did not resist as the man sat her on his knee and guided her right hand to his prick again.
"There, that's more comfortable," he said as he ran his hand between her legs and spread them wide. "Play with it gently ... up and down," he told her as her small dark hand closed about the pulsing flesh of his cock.
Outside the room, Cathy shook her head in disbelief; there was no mistaking what was going on and she longed to take hold of the door handle and burst in. But she could not bring herself to do that. She felt a burning desire to witness what was happening in the biology teacher's private office, but she knew that if she even opened the door a crack, he would see her. Then, she recalled the layout of the office and she knew that she might peek in through the other door.
Leaving the classroom quickly, she walked next door and into the chemistry class. It, too, was deserted and she felt her heart pounding as she tip-toed toward the door of the office. Taking hold of the knob, she twisted it cautiously and held her breath. The door opened smoothly and she paused as she heard Melisa's voice.
"Ummmnn ... that feels good, Mr. Blake ... higher ... uh, huh ... right there!" the girl cried.
Pushing the door open a bit farther, Cathy peered in; the sight she saw caused her knees to go weak and she clutched at the door frame for support. Melisa was sitting on the teacher's knee, her skirt bunched up about her waist and Blake was fingering her pussy obscenely. Cathy looked down at the girl's hand as she stroked the man's throbbing erection and she felt a chill go down her spine.
The scene was both lewd and exciting and it was the first time Cathy had ever actually witnessed sex so play between two people before. She licked he dry lips then as she heard Blake tell the girl, "I bet I know what would feel better than this, Melisa..."
"Oh, what, Mr. Blake?" the girl questioned.
"Here, let me show you," he said and removed his finger from her cunt.
Blake stood the girl up, then he got out of his chair. He rolled her skirt up and tucked it in about her waist as she looked at him curiously, then she allowed him to sit her in the chair. Looking down at her widespread legs, he groaned and fell to his knees. Before the girl could protest, the man had his mouth over her pussy and was sucking her wildly.
"Ughhhnnn ... gawd ... gawd, Mr. Blake ... ohhhhhh!" she cried out as his hands pulled her sweater high and he mauled her young tits.
Never in her life had Cathy witnessed such a totally obscene act. She shivered as she looked on and the man lapped the young black girl's cunt. His hands were large white blurs moving over the girl's dark body and the sounds coming from his mouth were like those an animal might make.
"Ohhhh, yes, Mr. Blake ... that does feel good ... ummnn ... soooo good!" the black girl gasped as she lifted her legs and allowed him full access to her cunt.
Cathy could see the man's tongue as it licked out and she questioned what pleasure a man could receive from such an act. Then she remembered the note she had found: I would like ro tie you on a bed and eat your pussy.
My God! she thought, could it have been Blake who somehow slipped that terrible note into her stack of tests? She recalled leaving her folder on the counter for a few moments the afternoon before while she checked out-and Blake was there.
Milo Blake raised his wet face and looked at the expression of pleasure on Melisa's young face. Pulling her forward to the edge of the chair, he leaned up and pressed the head of his prick against her wet cunt. She moaned lowly as Ins mouth closed over her turgid nipple and as he sucked her tits, she squirmed against him.
"Oh ... oh, gawd ... you're gonna fuck me!" she said as she realized his prick had slid into her pussy.
Blake moaned and tried to kiss the girl as his hands groped at her full ass cheeks and pulled her forward.
"No ... no, please, Mr. Blake! Take it out! You'll get me pregnant ... please, don't fuck me!" she wailed.
The girl's loud voice frightened him and he sat back, his prick sliding out of her cunt as he did. "I ... I'm sorry, Melisa, I got carried away," he apologized as he tried to lower his head to her pussy again.
"No, wait ... you can fuck me, Mr. Blake ... just not there."
Puzzled, Blake looked at the girl as she slipped out of the chair and leaned over his desk; she raised her skirt in the back and exposed her beautifully smooth ass to him.
"There ... put it in ... fuck me there, Mr. Blake!" she said, spreading the cheeks of her ass with both hands.
Blake looked at the girl's puckered ass-hole and his heart nearly stopped. He had always wanted to fuck a girl there, but he had never found one who was willing. Even his own wife had threatened to leave him when once he asked, years before she finally did.
Leaning forward, Blake kissed Melisa wetly and ran his tongue into her tightly puckered ass-hole. He tasted a faintly acrid flavor, but it only excited him more as he stood and took hold of the girl's firm, brown hips.
Melisa reached around and guided the man's thick prick into her ass-hole. As she did, she squirmed slightly and thrust her hips backward.
"Ughhhnnn!" Blake grunted as he felt his prick slide into the tight opening. He thrilled as she continued to push against him and as his prick slid all the way in, her firm ass was pressed against his belly.
"God, but that's tight!" he gasped.
"Oh, but it's so good!" she said, taking hold of his right hand. "Fingerfuck me while you fuck my ass-hole ... make me come ... it won't take much ... please finger-fuck me!" she begged.
Blake was beside himself with passion as he reached around and plunged two fingers into the black girl's pussy. With his left arm, he encircled her trim body and closed his hand on her naked tit.
Then, they set up a slow pumping rhythm.
As his prick slid in and out of the girl's clasping ass-hole, Blake gasped for breath. His pants had fallen to his ankles and the feeling of the girl's smooth body against his was driving him out of his mind.
"Oh, yes ... yes, Melisa ... God, I'm going to come!" he choked out.
"Gawd ... me too ... me tooooo!" she wailed as his fingers brought her off. Then she stiffened and thrust her body back into his as she felt his prick explode to pump great spurts of cum into her ass-hole.
"Arghhhhh!" Blake gasped and his knees shook as his prick jerked and spurted inside the girl's hot body.
Cathy fled the room. She had stood and watched as long as she could, but as the two people orgasmed, she had felt a low burning sensation and it was all she could do to keep her hand from moving beneath her skirt.
She saw a number of students approaching from the direction of the cafeteria and she recognized Patsy Blake, the biology teacher's daughter. She merely nodded and Patsy looked at her curiously as she walked briskly by.
Cathy fumbled in the pocket of her skirt and found the key to the teachers' rest room; she unlocked the door and as she entered the cool place, she leaned against the door and sighed deeply. She could feel the dampness in the crotch of her panties and she recognized the fact that she had been terribly aroused by the scene between the teacher and the black girl.
She went quickly into one of the toilet booths, pulled down her panties and sat. Spreading her legs, she saw that she still had the obscene note clutched in her hand; she opened it and as she read it again, she looked down at the patch of blonde hair above her own pussy. She could not resist the temptation and she chilled as she ran her hand down over her smooth belly to ease a finger into the wet folds of her cunt.
Stroking her clit frantically, Cathy was on the verge of orgasm when she heard the outer door unlocked and someone entering the restroom. She froze, her trembling fingers hovering over her pussy; her panties were down around her ankles and her knees were spread wide. Listening, she heard the person close and lock the outer door, then Cathy felt her heart skip a beat as she glanced up and found she had neglected to latch the door of the toilet stall.
She dared not move for fear she would bring attention to herself and she sat stock still as the sound of footsteps approached the row of toilets that faced away from the door and washbasins. A surge of panic went through her body when she looked down and saw a woman's feet standing outside the stall, then the door opened.
A slow smile crossed the face of Laura Hays as she looked into the toilet stall and saw the pretty math teacher with her legs spread obscenely and her hand near her cunt. The art teacher leaned against the frame and licked her lips. "Well, well ... as I live and breathe ... another horny female."
Cathy nearly fainted from embarrassment and she made a feeble' effort to cover herself as the woman spoke. Laura had been one of the friendlier faculty members, but Cathy had never been quite comfortable around her. She had heard several snide remarks in the lounge and it was obvious the other faculty members thought the woman was a lesbian.
"I ... that is, you don't understand..." Cathy stammered.
Cocking her head to one side, the woman smiled and licked her lips again. "What's to understand, sweetheart? I'm a woman too-regardless what the others might think." And as Cathy watched, the teacher drew down the zipper of her pants, then slid them down a bit on her hips. "Go ahead ... it's quite a turn-on," she said softly.
Cathy could not believe her eyes as the woman slipped her hand inside her pants and began fingering herself. She was at a loss as for what to do, but she still felt the burning desire to finish what she had started.
"Ummmnn ... that's good," Laura purred as she fingered her pussy in full sight of the other teacher. "Go ahead, Cathy ... get yourself off. I'd like to watch, really."
"I ... I can't!" Cathy blurted out and hung her head, unable to meet the other woman's gaze.
Laura smiled and moved inside the booth.
"Stand up," she said firmly.
Cathy didn't understand at first, but as she felt the woman's hand on her arm, she felt compelled to obey. She stood hesitantly, then gasped as she found Laura's hand between her legs.
"Oh, God ... what're you-"
"Just relax and enjoy it, sweetheart," Laura told her and eased the fingers of her left hand into the moist folds of Cathy's cunt.
Cathy shivered as the woman stroked her gently, then found that magic spot. "Ohhhhh!" the pretty young teacher gasped as Laura moved her fingertip over her clit.
"I know," she said softly and took hold of Cathy's left hand. She guided it between her legs and when the woman didn't resist, she told her, "Do me, Cathy ... finger-fuck me ... please!"
Cathy could not believe this was happening to her; she felt the woman spread her legs and the contact of her hand on Laura's warm flesh sent chills up her spine. She swallowed thickly as Laura held her hand in place, then released it.
"Go ahead ... you know you want to ... move a little lower," Laura told her and squirmed against her hand.
Cathy felt the woman's thick pubic bush, then her finger came into contact with her wet cunt lips. She eased her middle finger into the woman's pussy and a deep thrill went through her body as she realized what she was doing.
"Ummmnnn ... yes, that's good, baby," Laura said softly and pressed her cheek against Cathy's.
She kissed her throat and let her tongue trace a small pattern up to her ear. She breathed heavily as Cathy shivered and her finger eased further into her wet pussy.
"Kiss me," Laura rasped and placed her right hand on the back of Cathy's head.
Cathy felt her lips tremble as they came in contact with Laura's. She moaned lowly as the woman pressed her mouth over hers and her soft tongue teased her own. She arched to the woman's hand as her fingers slid up and down her cunt. She eased her own finger more deeply into the art teacher's pussy and felt a moment of gratification as Laura moaned and whispered.
"Yes ... yes, baby ... fuck me with your finger!"
"Oh, God! What're you doing to me?" Cathy gasped as the other woman stiffened and drew her breath deeply. She was on the verge of orgasm herself and she was helpless to stop it.
Suddenly, Laura pulled away from her and Cathy was shocked as the other woman twisted, sat on the toilet and pulled her close. She shook her head in disbelief as Laura pressed her face between her legs and began kissing her thighs and lower belly.
"No ... stop ... please!" Cathy cried as the woman closed her mouth over her seething cunt. But as Laura's tongue entered the moist warmth of her pussy, Cathy groaned and leaned into her.
"Ohhhhh, oh, my God!" she gasped as she felt her orgasm rise and her body was flooded with a strange new sensation. She held Laura tightly as the woman lapped her cunt and she looked down to see her pink tongue licking her obscenely.
The image of Milo Blake sucking the pretty black girl's pussy flashed before her mind's eye and she shuddered as she recalled that man forcing his huge prick into the girl's ass-hole. "Ughhhhnnn ... yesssss ... yessssss!" she cried and clutched the other woman's head to her.
Laura shivered as she orgasmed again, her finger sliding frantically in and out of her own cunt. She sucked the woman's pussy lips into her mouth and nibbled them, then licked her wetly as she arched to her.
Finally, it had passed. Laura stood up and gathered the shaken young teacher into her arms. She kissed her softly on the mouth, then whispered, "That was the first time anyone's done that to you, isn't it, Cathy?"
Cathy nodded shamefully. "Yes ... yes, it is."
Fondling the cheeks of her naked ass, Laura envisioned taking the lovely woman to bed and loving her properly. "Well, punkin' ... let's hope it's not the last."
"Ah, Laura, I-" she began, but the woman silenced her with another kiss, then pulled up her pants, zipped them and slipped out of the booth.
Shaken, Cathy sat on the stool and saw the crumpled note lying on the floor. As she reached over to retrieve it, she saw a woman's foot in the neighboring stall and her heart skipped a beat. She knew that whoever it was had heard the entire lurid scene and she was near tears as a soft hand closed over hers and squeezed gently.
"Oh, no..." Cathy said just above a whisper as she drew her hand back. Then, she heard the door of the adjacent toilet open and again the door of her stall was opened.
Cathy looked up in shock as Dora Smith stepped into the booth. The woman's eyes were wide and her breath came in short bursts as she leaned against the door.
"What ... what do you think the superintendent would say if I reported this, Miss Thompson?"
Cathy felt the bottom drop out of her world as she looked horror stricken into the face of the principal's secretary. Everyone around the school knew that Dora carried a great deal of weight with the school board, since she had served for a time as the superintendent's executive secretary.
"Well?" the woman asked as she licked her lips and awaited an answer.
"Please ... it's not like you think!" Cathy attempted as she felt her eyes fill with tears
"All I know is what I heard and saw! I peeked over the wall and saw you and Miss Hays ... in, shall we say, a compromising position?"
"Oh, please, Miss Smith ... please!" Cathy begged as she shook her head from side to side. "Don't ruin my career!"
Dora was enjoying the feeling of power she held over the pretty young math teacher; she had envied her as Laura Hays sucked her pussy, for Dora had long fantasized something like that happening to her. But she did not like the Hays woman; there was something about her personality that caused Dora to keep her at arm's length.
Smiling, she moved forward a bit and laid her hand on Cathy's shoulder. "Perhaps ... just perhaps," she said huskily, "If you'd be willing to do something for me, Cathy..."
Looking up hopefully, Cathy replied without thinking, "Oh, anything ... I'll do anything!" she cried.
"That's what I thought," Dora said and raised her skirt above her waist; she was naked beneath and as Cathy found herself confronted with a third sexual situation in less than an hour, her mind reeled.
"But ... but, you don't understand. I didn't ... that, is, I'm not ... " she stammered as the woman moved closer still.
"I don't care, Cathy, You know what I want ... now give it to me!" Dora said and looked down at the shocked woman.
Cathy was humiliated beyond words. She knew that if she did not do as the older woman asked, she would be reported and she'd rather die than have that happen to her. She swallowed thickly as the woman spread her legs obscenely and her hand pulled her closer.
Cathy inhaled the heady odor of the woman's body as her hips thrust forward and Cathy's face was but inches from her pubic mound. She choked back a sob and leaned forward a bit, resigned to the fact she must do this wicked thing to save her own career.
Dora sighed as Cathy pressed her face between her legs. She felt the teacher's mouth on her cunt lips and she shivered as her tongue flicked out and touched her. "Ohhhhh, Cathy ... yes! Use your tongue ... lick me ... lick my pussy ... God, yes!" she gasped.
Cathy shut out the sound of the woman's voice as she ran her hands up the backs of her legs and pulled her near. She was determined to get it over with and she tried not to think of what she was doing.
But as Dora squirmed against her and Cathy tasted her feminine juices, she knew she was receiving some perverse pleasure from the act and suddenly, she found herself aroused again. She slipped her hand between her own legs and as she lapped Dora's cunt, she began fingerfucking herself again.
Dora could not believe her good fortune as the younger woman responded and began masturbating. She writhed and twisted her hips as the woman lapped her seething pussy, then she gasped loudly as her orgasm came quite unexpectedly.
"Arghhhh ... ahhhhhh ... Goddddddd ... yes ... yes, now ... use your tongue ... lick my pussy ... nowwwww!"
Cathy stiffened as her finger slid in and out of her gushing pussy. She shuddered as she felt the woman orgasm to her frantically sucking mouth and force her body forward. When it had passed for both of them, Cathy sat back exhausted.
She avoided the woman's eyes and when Dora had left the booth, she took some tissues from the receptacle and wiped her face. She dried her pussy carefully. She was a bit tender from all the rubbing and sucking and when at last she heard Dora leave the restroom, she flushed the toilet and stood up. She could still taste the woman's cunt juices and as she raised her hand to her nose, she smelled those of Laura's.
The bell rang, indicating the end of the lunch period and Cathy folded the obscene note that had started all this and stuffed it into the pocket of her skirt. She was determined to learn who had written it, but as she left the restroom, she thought again of the words: tie you down to a bed and eat your pussy-then fuck you in the ass.
And suddenly, the thought was not so obscene or repulsive.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cathy glanced again at the wall clock in her classroom. The last period had nearly ended and she was anxious for the detention period to start. She had three students scheduled for a make-up period and it was her intention to let them go early; all she could think about was going home, taking off her clothes and soaking in a nice hot tub.
She scanned a list of students and was surprised to see the name of Patsy Blake. She checked the notation and found that the girl had been referred to her by Calvin Horner, the school counselor and she wondered what Patsy had done to have been assessed a make-up period. The two boys were her own referrals and both had cut class the week before. Then she noticed a fourth name, another boy whom she'd forgotten.
Sighing, she filled out the detention slips, signed them and placed them in the out basket for her aide to take to the office. When the bell rang finally, Cathy smiled at the students as they left, then she saw the three boys sitting at the rear of the class, talking in hushed tones. She looked around for Patsy and when she didn't see her, she walked to the back of the class and asked the boys, "Have any of you seen Patsy Blake?" When none of them answered, she shrugged and turned to go back to her desk.
"She's probably in Horner's office," Ron Garth, one of her senior students remarked.
"Thank you, Ron," Cathy replied. She lifted the inter-school phone from the hook and dialed Horner's number. When the man answered, Cathy explained that she had Patsy scheduled for detention but that she had not shown.
Calvin Homer smiled into the phone and nodded as he replied, "I know, Miss Thompson. Patsy's here with me now. I've decided a little counseling would do her more good than a simple detention."
"Oh, I see..." Cathy said.
"She's been something of a problem in several of her classes and I decided to handle this without telling Milo ... well, I'm sure you understand."
"Yes, of course," Cathy replied and was impressed by the counselor's concern. "Just thought I'd check."
"Goodbye, Miss Thompson," Horner said and replaced the receiver. He smiled at pretty Patsy Blake as he stood up, crossed the office and locked the door. "What'd you tell your father?"
The girl smiled sheepishly and said, "That I was going to stay over and make up a class with Miss Thompson. He didn't even question me."
Drawing the blinds, Horner felt the excitement rise in his loins. "You're not going to change your mind, are you Patsy?"
The girl licked her lips nervously and shook her head. "No. I've been thinking about it all day. I ... I've never made it with ... with . . .a counselor." Patsy blushed and attempted a weak smile.
Horner laughed as he crossed the room; he removed his shirt and tossed it aside, then unfastened the belt at his waist. As he saw the girl unbuttoning her sweater, he told her, "No, let me do that for you." He pulled off his trousers and loafers and stood naked before the pretty young teenager.
Patsy swallowed back her apprehension as she looked at the man's naked body. She looked at his prick as it hung loosely from the thatch of black pubic hair and a low thrill went through her body as she saw his heavy balls.
Approaching, Horner stood before the girl and told her, "Touch it, Patsy."
Patsy reached up and took hold of his thick prick. She trembled as it twitched in her hand and she longed to rub it over her face. She liked to do that with a man and she knew how much her father loved it-she had observed him with one of his students the year before when she had come home unexpectedly and peeked into the den. The girl had been on her knees as her father hovered over her and Patsy would never forget his words: "Rub it all over your face ... rub my prick on your pretty face!" But the girl had not been pretty; she was quite plain and chubby, but Patsy had watched as her father forced the girl to take his prick in her mouth and suck it until he had been satisfied.
Horner looked down at the lovely teenager and thought of her father. The horny old bastard couldn't keep his hands off of the girls in his classes! Horner knew that since several of the girls had confessed to having sex with Blake-after they had offered the same thing to Horner.
I wonder what the old bastard would think if he knew I was about to fuck his pretty little girl! He smiled inwardly at the thought, then reached down and took hold of Patsy's elbow. "Keep playing with it," he said as he reached up and undid the top buttons of her sweater. He made a slow game of it and as her sweater fell open, he ran both hands inside to cup her naked tits. He thrilled at their softness and size.
Patsy was well-developed for a sixteen-year-old and though she was a little thick about the waist, Homer recognized her blooming beauty. Her hair was soft brown and he imagined what the rest of her body looked like. Slipping her sweater over her shoulders, he allowed her to shrug out of it, then his hands went to the waistband of her short skirt. He unfastened it and let it slip to her feet as the girl continued to play with his stiffening prick.
"God, but you are beautiful!" he exclaimed as he ran his hands over her arms, her tits, then downward to fold over her full hips.
Patsy's breath was coming in short gasps; she was fully excited for it was the first time she had ever had a man undress her. She liked the feeling and she liked too, the feeling of his hands on her body. He was gentle and experienced and she wanted only to please him.
Homer looked down at the girl's bikini panties and his own arousal reached a new peak as he saw the dark thatch of pubic hair creeping out of the tight waist band. "Stand very still and don't move," he told her and sank to his knees before the girl.
Licking his lips, Homer reached out slowly and ran his hands up the backs of the girl's legs. As they closed about the cheeks of her full ass, he looked up to find her staring down, a look of apprehension on her face.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you, Patsy?"
The girl shook her head and whispered, "No..."
He smiled as his hands moved up to her waist, then slipped back down and inside her panties. "I'm going to eat your pussy right through your panties and I'm going to make you come!"
"Oh, God!" Patsy exclaimed as the man's hands closed over her quivering ass cheeks. She leaned into him then as he kissed her belly softly and began licking his way down her body. She chilled as she felt his mouth nibble her through the thin material of her panties and she urged him on.
"Yes, God ... you're driving me wild!"
Homer nuzzled the girl's crotch, then nibbled softly at her cunt lips through her panties. She groaned again and lifted her hips to him as his mouth closed over her sensitive mound. Slowly, he drew her panties down in the back and fondled the cheeks of her ass. He forced his tongue into the cleft of her pussy as she squirmed against him and he heard her sigh as he found her clit.
Patsy ground her pussy into the man's mouth as her hands held tight to Ids head. "Ummmnnn ... God, I'm going to make it!" she gasped and writhed against him.
Homer felt his prick jerk against his leg as the girl moaned and spoke to him. He was going to enjoy this one, he told himself and he wondered idly if Milo had been pranking with his daughter. He tasted her pussy juices as her panties became sopped with her oils and his saliva and he forced more and more of the thin material into her snatch.
Finally, Patsy gasped and cried out as the man's mouth brought her to sudden orgasm. She thrust her hips forward and threw her head back as her body shuddered wildly.
"Iiiieeeeee!" she wailed. "Now ... now ... I'm commmmmmming!"
And as the girl bucked against his mouth, Homer pulled down her panties and spread her legs wide. He thrust his tongue into her hot flesh and felt her spasm again and again. She arched to him stiffly as he lapped her entire cuntal area and he heard her bursts of impassioned breath as she sobbed.
Finally, her orgasm passed and Homer looked up and into the girl's eyes. Shaking her head slowly from side to side, she told him, "Oh, Mr. Homer ... you're some counselor!"
"Would you like to do that for me, Patsy?" he asked and stroked his swollen prick as the girl looked at it with fascination.
"I'll do anything you want me to!" she said and shoved him onto his back.
Homer lay back against the couch and watched as the pretty teenager took hold of his cock and began rubbing it all over her face. He thrilled at the softness of her skin and as she licked the plum-like head of his cock, he sighed and ran his hand down over her hip.
Patsy ovaled her lips and took the head of the man's prick into her mouth. She sucked him strongly for a moment, then began licking the underside of his cock wildly. She wanted to feel him come in her mouth, but she also wanted him to fuck her. She knew that some older men couldn't make it more than once, but somehow she felt Horner would be an exception.
Horner smiled and stroked the girl's body as she licked and sucked his throbbing cock. She was experienced and he wondered again if perhaps father and daughter didn't have some sexual secret. If they did and if he could prove it, he just might work the situation around to his favor. For there was nothing that Homer enjoyed more than group sex; he would go to almost any ends to engineer an orgy-and the thought of making it with Milo, his daughter and perhaps one of the girls that Milo was fucking, sent his head reeling.
Patsy twisted so that the black man could reach her tits. She liked to have them sucked and played with and Homer seemed to understand. He closed his brown fingers over her white flesh and Patsy chilled as she saw the sharp contrast in their two bodies. Licking him along the base of his prick, she squirmed as his hand moved down her body and spread her legs. As he began fingering her pussy, she looked up and licked her lips.
"Come in my mouth ... let me taste you," she said breathlessly.
Homer simply nodded and thrust his middle finger into the girl's cunt. She lowered her head again and as she sucked him, he told her, "Deeper ... take more of it in your mouth ... harder. Press harder with your lips!" He arched to her as he felt that old sensation begin to creep into his loins.
Patsy sensed that the man was close to coming and she curled her fingers around the base of his thick prick as she felt it jerk. She forced more of it into her mouth and as it nudged the back of her throat, she heard him groan and cry out.
"Ohhhhh, Jesus ... Jesus Christ! I ... I'm comin' ... God, I'm comin', Girl ... suck it ... suck my prick!" and he took hold of her head and forced it even further down on his cock as it began to spurt.
Patsy gagged as she found her mouth suddenly filled with his hot cum. She tried to swallow, but his prick was so far back in her throat, she could not. She opened her mouth a bit and felt some of his cum ooze out, then she pulled up to the head and swallowed as he continued to spurt.
Horner felt his prick jerk spasmodically and then the girl was swallowing his cum. He shuddered as his body went stiff and his hand clutched at her head. When the sensations began to pass, he lifted her face and kissed her sensually, tasting his own cum on her lips.
Patsy was thoroughly surprised then when the man pulled her atop his dark body and made her squat over his still stiff prick. She squirmed atop his cock as he rubbed it over her wet pussy and as it entered her, she gasped.
Horner placed his hands about the girl's waist and pulled her down atop his prick. It was still twitching, but he knew it would stay hard in her cunt. He looked at the expression of surprise on her face and pulled her forward to kiss her again. As his tongue entered her mouth, he felt her cunt milking his cock and he thrilled that she was so experienced.
"Oh ... God, but you're so big!" Patsy gasped as his prick entered her fully and she worked the muscles of her pussy.
He fondled the cheeks of her ass as she pressed her face against his. "You like being fucked, don't you, Patsy?"
"Uh-huh," she spbbed as he hunched into her.
"Do you and your father do this?" he asked absently as she writhed atop him.
"N ... no ... but I would ... I would ... I'd suck his prick..."
"Well now ... maybe we can arrange that for you. Would you like for me to try?"
Patsy thought about it and again the vision came to her of the girl on her knees sucking her father's cock. "Y . ... yes. But now ... fuck me ... just fuck me, Horner ... God, but your cock is beautiful ... FUCK MEEEEE!" she wailed.
* * *
And as Horner complied, Cathy Thompson unfolded the note again and read the contents. She shivered as she imagined someone coming all over her face and she licked her lips as she refolded the obscene message and placed it in her pocket. She looked up at the three boys as she heard their low laughter and she wondered what they were doing huddled together as they were in the back of the class.
Getting up from behind her desk, she walked down the aisle and approached them. Ron Garth had his back toward her and she saw one of the other boys nudge him as she approached. There was sudden movement as Ron turned around and slipped something under the ledge of the chair where he sat.
Cathy looked at the other two boys, both juniors, and she wondered what they were up to. She spoke to Phil and asked, "Well, what seems to be going on back here?"
When the youth didn't answer, she turned to the boy sitting beside him and repeated herself, "Jack, would you like to tell me?"
Blushing, the boy hung his head and mumbled, "Ah, nothin', Miss Thompson ... nothin'. . . "
Cathy looked down at Ron, the oldest of the three. She held out her hand and said, "All right, Ron ... let's have it." She was bluffing of course, for she hadn't actually seen anything, but Ron had no way of knowing that.
The boy looked up at her sheepishly and remarked, "You ... ah, you might not like it, Miss Thompson."
"Let me be the judge of that, Ron," she told him and noticed the bulge in his tight pants. She blushed slightly and averted her eyes as Jack spoke.
"Go ahead, Ron ... let her see it. Might be aw-right! " and both he and Phil chuckled.
Finally, Ron shrugged and pulled his hand from beneath the flat top of the chair and handed a slick magazine to Cathy. She took it and immediately wished she had let the subject pass. The title was IN AND OUT and depicted on the cover was a pretty girl with a man's prick stuffed into her mouth.
"Oh..." she said and felt her face ass.
"Go ahead, Teach ... look through it. There's some really good flicks in there if you're into that sort of thing."
Cathy blinked as the magazine fell open to a full page centerfold: a naked woman was servicing three men at one time; one man lay flat on his back as she rode his prick, another was sodomizing her and a third was kneeling as she sucked his prick.
"Looks like fun, huh?" Jack said and Cathy noticed he had stood up from the chair. She shook her head and thrust the obscene magazine back to the senior, but he would not take it.
"Come on, Teach ... you wanted to look at the book, now look at it!" Jack said sharply and took hold of her arm.
Cathy found herself being forced into one of the chairs and the magazine was spread before her. Jack held her there as Ron and Phil sat on either side.
"Look at this one," Ron said as he turned a page and Cathy saw a man lying on his back; one woman squatted obscenely over his face while the other sucked his prick.
Shocked beyond words, Cathy struggled to get out of the chair and away from the offensive pictures, but Jack held her fast by the shoulders. "Please ... please, I'm sorry I asked!" she sobbed, "Let's just forget the whole thing ... the three of you can go now!"
Ron smiled and rubbed the growing bulge in his tight pants. He glanced at the wall clock and shook his head. "Unh-uh ... we still got a half hour. Let's look at some more pictures, Teach."
And Cathy found her eyes drawn to the page again as Ron opened the book to an orgy scene. She shook her head in disbelief as she saw a dozen people engaged in some of the wildest acts of sex imaginable. She shuddered and felt a rush of heat to her loins as Ron stood and openly rubbed his crotch in front of her.
"Ever been to an orgy, Teach?" he asked huskily as he drew down the zipper of his trousers.
"Hey, Ron ... we're gonna get in trouble!" Phil said sharply.
"Shut up, stupid!" Jack barked and held Cathy fast to the chair.
Cathy looked on in horror then as the senior pulled his bulging prick from his pants and stroked it before her very eyes. "Not bad, huh, Teach?" he said as the woman's mouth fell open in shock.
"When was the last time you had a good fuck, Teach?" Jack asked from behind her as his hands closed over her tits.
Cathy remembered stories about young teachers being raped and beaten at some of the school's in the city, but she felt she had avoided that kind of thing when coming to Murdock. She really couldn't believe this was all happening to her and she shook her head.
"Please ... just let me alone and I won't say a word about any of this ... please!" she begged as she saw Ron moving closer, his throbbing prick held tightly in his right hand.
"Aw, come on, Miss Thompson ... don't tell me your a butch."
"A ... a what?"
"A butch ... you know, lesbian. You do like men, don't you?" Ron asked as he moved closer still.
"Well, yes, but ... " she began. Suddenly, Ron's hand was on her head and his prick was but an inch from her lips. She tried to pull back, but the boy was too strong for her and all the while, Jack was mauling her tits.
"Then prove it!" Ron said and thrust his prick into her face.
"Oh ... oh, God!" she exclaimed and felt her head held in a vise-like grip as the boy's pulsing cock was fubbed over her mouth. She tried to pull back, but it was impossible to fight them. Somehow, Ron managed to hold her head still long enough to force his prick between her lips and Cathy found herself trapped.
"Hey ... come on ... you know you want to. Don't fight it ... just suck it a little and we'll let you go."
At that moment, Cathy would have walked through fire to escape this humiliation. Perhaps this will satisfy him, she thought as she opened her mouth again and felt his prick shoved further in.
"Lick it good, Teach ... use your tongue ... ahhhh, that's it!" Ron moaned.
"Jesus!" Phil exclaimed, "She's gonna do it ... she's gonna suck his cock!"
"All women suck cock, stupid!" Jack said as he ran his hands inside Cathy's blouse and forced his way inside her bra. "Jesus, but she's got nice soft tits!"
Unable to resist, Phil unzipped his pants and pulled his prick free. As he did, he glanced at the teacher's legs and caught a glimpse of her panties as her skirt was pulled up. Reaching over, he ran his hand under her skirt and began rubbing the damp crotch of her panties.
Cathy felt the boy's fingers on her pussy and a sudden thrill went through her body. She knew she shouldn't be responding to their caresses, but she was-and she was enjoying them! Spreading her legs slightly, she leaned back as Jack released the catches on her bra and began fondling both her tits. She moaned lowly and reached up to wrap her fingers about the base of Ron's prick as she began to suck it of her own free will.
"Jesus!" Phil exclaimed, "She's liking it!"
"Wow!" Jack said as he saw the woman take hold of his friend's prick. "She is!"
Ron smiled down as the teacher took more and more of his throbbing cock into her mouth. She squeezed him gently and moved back and forth in a stroking motion as he arched to her.
"Oh, man!" the boy groaned as he saw his teacher's mouth oval obscenely and she licked the head of his prick. "Suck it, Teach! God, suck my cock!"
Cathy felt the boy's hands on her tits and she felt her nipples stiffen as he pinched them. Scooting down a bit in the seat, she pulled her skirt up to her waist and Phil's eyes bugged out of his head.
With shaking hands, the boy pulled down her panties, then slipped them over her feet. He licked his lips as he saw her redish blonde pubic hair and the pouting lips of her pussy. "Wow!" he exclaimed and ran his hand between her legs to insert a finger in her wet cunt. As he did, she squirmed and moaned lowly. "Man, she wants to fuck!" he said as she hunched against his hand.
Pulling his prick out of her mouth, Ron took hold of Cathy's head and asked, "Do you ... do you wanna fuck?"
Cathy was beside herself with a sudden unexplained lust. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, but she could not control herself. "Y ... yes ... God, yes! Fuck me ... fuck me now-all of you!" she gasped and slipped out of her blouse as the boy's looked on excitedly.
Ron gestured toward the door and Jack nodded; he went over quickly and twisted the inside lock, then returned. Cathy removed her skirt and bra and stood naked before the three boys. Ron took the initiative and led her to the desk. Lying her on her back, he spread her legs and rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy.
"Tell me ... tell me what to do!" he said as he teased her.
"Oh, please ... fuck me ... just fuck me!" she groaned and took hold of his prick in an effort to shove it in her cunt.
"Yes ma'am!" he said and thrust forward with his hips.
"Ohhhhhh!" Cathy gasped as she felt her cunt filled with his prick. Jack, meanwhile took hold of his cock and pulled her hand to it. She turned her head and began sucking his prick as Phil crowded close and wrapped her other hand around his throbbing prick.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lust as Cathy lifted her legs and wrapped them about Ron's waist. He fucked her slowly at first, then, unable to contain himself, he plunged deeply and rapidly. Cathy orgasmed as the boy stiffened and shuddered.
"Oh ... oh, shit! I'm coming. God, I'm coming!" he gasped and hunched into her writhing body.
Cathy felt the boy's prick explode inside her and she arched her back to him. She shuddered as he pulled out and she turned her head to Phil. "Fuck me!" she rasped.
Phil pulled away from her hand and moved between her legs as Cathy continued sucking Jack's prick. He slid his cock into her wet cunt and shivered as she wrapped her legs about his waist. The sight of her mouth on Jack's throbbing cock drove him wild and he made but three plunges before he felt his prick spurting in her cunt.
Cathy felt the prick in her mouth swell and she licked it lavishly. Jack stiffened then as Phil cried out and he hunched forward with his hips. "Oh, Jesus ... I'm coming too ... gonna come ... gonna come in her mouth.
Cathy swallowed as his prick spurted into her hot mouth. She tasted his cum and rolled it about her tongue as his hands groped her naked tits and he cried out again.
Finally, Cathy lay back exhausted; she was only semi-satisfied, but it had been better than the last scene in the teacher's restroom. And as she thought about that, she chilled as she recalled Dora Smith forcing her to commit the obscene act with her in the toilet stall.
Cathy looked at each of the boys and they all seemed to be avoiding her eyes. "Give me a handkerchief," she said and all three fumbled to find one. As she wiped her pussy, she told Ron, "Get my clothes."
The boys stood about nervously as their teacher dressed, each one avoiding the other's eyes. When she had finished', Cathy brushed her hair and inspected her face in her pocket mirror.
"All right ... now I want payment for this. You all agree I have something coming?" Her voice had that note of authority in it that they could not deny.
"Ah, look, Miss Thompson," Ron began, "We didn't mean..."
"Just shut up and listen!" she told them and scribbled her address on a slip of paper. "I'll expect all three of you to be at my house no later than seven tonight." She looked at Ron. "Do you know a girl ... ah, the kind that would do what we just did?"
"All, yeah ... I guess so," he said and glanced nervously toward the other boys. "A couple of em.
"Will they keep their mouths shut?" she asked. "I dunno, I guess so," he replied and shrugged. "Why?"
"Never mind why. I'll tell you this evening. Just be at my place by seven." she paused and looked at each of them. "If you don't, I'll report this rape to the authorities!"
The boys paled as they heard the magic word. Each of them knew it hadn't actually been a rape, but they wondered just who would believe them over the word of a teacher.
"Fine..." Cathy remarked and glanced at the wall clock, "You can go now ... and Ron, don't forget your magazine."
The boy blushed as he picked up the magazine. They filed silently out of her class, wondering what it was the teacher wanted of them at her home.
Cathy sat behind her desk and again she found the crumpled note. She still wondered who might have sent it, but it seemed less important now that she thought about Dora Smith ... and a way to get even with the woman for having humiliated her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Patsy stretched out atop Horner's sweaty black body. She snuggled her head against his neck as his hands ran smoothly over her lower back to cup her full ass. She sighed deeply and it came out a little sob as he kissed her ear and hugged her.
"Was that good, baby?" the counselor asked and fondled the girl's ass as his prick softened in her cunt.
"Uh-huh ... it was some thin' else," she told him as she felt his prick shriveling inside her.
"We'll have to do this again ... are you on the pill?"
"Yeah ... I get 'em from an aunt of mine," she replied, then asked, "Horner ... how are you going to do that?"
"Do what, Patsy?"
"Ah ... you know, arrange it so I could do it with daddy."
The man chuckled and hugged her to him as she lifted her face and looked into his eyes. "You let me worry about that. Old horny Horner will come up with something!"
"I hope so..." she said and sighed.
Milo had been one of the last to leave the parking lot of Murdock High; as he pulled through the tree-shaded lane that led to the street, he saw one of his first period freshmen girls walking alone and he honked.
"Can I give you a lift, little lady?" he called as he pulled up short of the street.
Fourteen-year-old Tricia Forbes turned and saw her biology teacher; she shook her head and smiled and her blonde pig tails swished about her shoulders. "Umm ... no thanks, Mister Blake ... I'm just sort of killing time. I forgot my key this morning and my mother won't be home until five-thirty."
Leaning over, Milo opened the door and looked at the girl's fair legs; she was wearing a simple sack dress and he could see the outline of her budding young tits beneath.
"Then I insist. You live on Oak Street, don't you?"
Tricia walked over to the car hesitantly and nodded, "Uh-huh."
"Well, then it's settled. I live on Pine and that's just a block away from your street. You can chat with my Patsy until your mother gets home-I'm sure she wouldn't want you walking the streets like this."
Tricia thought about it; her teacher was right. She'd probably catch it for forgetting her key anyways, but perhaps her mother wouldn't find out if she just strolled in and told her she had been visiting Patsy Blake, the daughter of one of her teachers. Besides, her mother had been anxious for her to make friends, especially since she had only been in Murdock for such a short time. And after the unpleasant circumstance that had caused them to move a few months before, Tricia needed all the friends she could make.
Hopping in, she closed the door and pulled down the hem of her short dress. She smiled nervously as Blake looked at her legs, then put the car in gear.
The drive was short and as they pulled up the narrow alley and Milo turned into the garage, Tricia felt a twinge of apprehension. That strange feeling came to her suddenly as they pulled into the darkened garage and she recalled the last time it had overcome her-she and her mother had been forced to move again as a result.
Milo glanced at the girl's legs again as he set the hand brake and pressed the button that closed the garage door electronically. He smiled at the pretty young girl and reached across to open the door for her. As he did, he felt her small hand on his thigh-then it was gone and he was left wondering if it had ever been there.
"Ah ... come on in, Tricia. Have you met my Patsy?"
As they got out of the car, the girl told him, "No, she's a junior and not many juniors talk to freshmen."
"Pity..." the man mused as he unlocked the kitchen door and held it for the tiny girl to enter, "Just like in the grown-up world."
"Gee, this is really nice," Tricia said as Milo flipped on the kitchen lights.
"Patsy ... oh, Patsy ... I'm home..." he called. When his daughter didn't answer he feigned recall and said, "Oh, where is my memory? She told me she was staying late at school this afternoon!"
Looking around, Tricia questioned, "Isn't your wife home?"
"No, dear ... I'm divorced, it's just Patsy and I."
"Oh ... " the girl said lowly, "Then we're all alone."
Milo looked at the tiny freshman curiously; there was something in the tone of her voice he didn't quite understand but it was a little unsettling. "Well, yes, but there's nothing to be alarmed about, Tricia, I assure you L. . . "
"Oh, I didn't mean that, Mr. Blake-it's just neat-sort of like I was your little girl and there was no one home but us."
Milo felt a chill go up his spine as he saw the faraway look in the girl's eyes and he asked, "Ah, don't you have a father, dear?"
"No ... mother's divorced just like you."
"I'm terribly sorry to hear that. If there's ever anything I can do..." and his words dwindled off as the girl turned and walked out of the kitchen without speaking to him. As she did, Milo's eyes were drawn to her legs again and he swallowed thickly as he followed her.
He followed her into the family room and found her standing before the cold fireplace. Tricia turned and smiled at him and that feeling came to her again. She could not control it because she did not understand it-but when it came over her, she knew what was going to happen ... just as she knew now.
"I like a fireplace," she said in a little girl voice and sat down on the wide divan before the hearth. "Could we play a game, Mr. Blake?"
Nervously, Blake sat beside the girl and nodded, "Why I suppose, Tricia. What kind of a game?"
Snuggling to him suddenly, she slipped an arm about his waist and said, "You be the daddy and I'll be your little girl...."
Blake recoiled as the girl pressed her young body against his. He had never been confronted with such a situation before and he didn't know if the child was serious or if perhaps it was just some juvenile prank. He swallowed thickly as she looked up at him and he asked, "Well, now ... if we play that game, you'll have to teach me the rules."
"Okay..." she said brightly, and climbed into his lap.
Blake was stunned as he felt her soft ass press against the growing bulge in his pants; true, he had hoped he might seduce the innocent young girl into some sexual play, but as young as she was, he had no intention of going any further.
"First ... I'll pretend like I'm asleep ... it's very late at night and we've been watching TV..."
"And then what?" Blake asked with rising apprehension.
Snuggling to him, Tricia moved her hand beneath her body and let it lay over his bulging prick. "And then you just sort of play with me, Daddy..."
Blake felt his pulse pounding in his forehead. He could not quite believe this was happening to him. He glanced at the clock on the mantle and he knew Patsy would be at school for nearly an hour. He swallowed again and repeated the girl's words in his mouth, wondering if he had understood her correctly. But his doubts vanished as he felt her tiny hand curl innocently about his throbbing prick and squeeze, then simply lay still.
Tricia was filled with excitement and she recalled the night two years before she had gone to sleep in her father's lap just like this. She recalled awakening to find his hand touching her beneath her nightgown and the feeling had been so good, she merely lay there and let him touch her. Then, she felt her hand wrapped around something soft and round and at the same time hard. It was his cock and she liked that too.
She didn't mind at all when her daddy laid her down on the couch and kissed her cunt, for the feeling had been even better. Then, he hurt her a little bit, but not much and the feeling got better still. After that, she fell asleep often in her daddy's lap and always it was the same-the touching, then the kissing and the warm cock in her hand, then he would put that warm cock in her cunt and all those good feelings would come to her. Until that night when her mother came home early from work and found her daddy fucking her and called the police.
They had moved after that, but Tricia had missed the playing and she went to the neighbor's house and she and the man there played until his wife caught them, and Tricia and her mother moved again. She sighed as she felt Milo's hand on her leg-they had moved so often that past year, and she hadn't been able to play for sometime.
Milo moved his hand under the hem of the girl's dress; he looked down at her angelic features and was tempted to kiss her pouting mouth, but he wasn't sure yet. Slowly, he inched his way up her leg until his fingertips encountered the damp crotch of her panties. He thrilled at the warmth he found there and he merely closed his hand about her cunt and let it lay there.
Cautiously, Milo inched his finger under the leg band of the girl's panties. He felt her smooth, hairless pubic area and he longed to see it. Easing his finger into the moist folds of her young cunt, he thrilled, for it was not nearly so tight as he had anticipated. His prick twitched under the girl's hand but she did not move; she simply lay back in his arms and pretended sleep.
Milo was beside himself with lust; he slid his finger in and out of the girl's pussy and thrilled as his hand became wet with her juices. Finally, he could contain himself no longer and he removed his finger long enough to pull the girl's panties off her body. Casting them aside, he pulled her dress up and gazed longingly at the pouting lips of her pussy-it was totally without pubic hair and he licked his lips in anticipation.
Raising the girl's arms, he slipped the dress over her head and thrilled at the sight of her nubile young body. It was totally without blemish and perfectly formed; her proud young tits were a mere mouthful and he leaned over to suck first one nipple and then the other as his hand closed about her cunt again.
Lying her on her back, Milo tore frantically at his clothing until he stood over her stark naked. He swallowed again and fell between her legs with a loud moan. As his mouth closed over her hairless cunt, he shuddered and let his tongue snake out of his mouth. Lapping her wildly, he ran his hands up her tiny body to fondle her tiny tits. And as the girl lifted her hips to him slightly, he knew he must fuck her.
Raising up, he positioned the girl so her head lay in his lap. He leaned down to kiss her mouth and he was gratified as she took his tongue and began to suck it. Raising his head then, he took hold of his prick and held her head as he rubbed it over her pretty lips. Her eyelids flickered, but they did not open as she parted her lips and Milo forced his throbbing prick into her mouth.
He groaned as he watched her lips oval obscenely and she began sucking him softly. Just like a tiny baby sucking on a nipple in her sleep, the girl curled to him, her small hand wrapped about the base of his thick prick. Milo spread her legs again and this time he inserted his middle finger all the way into her soft, warm pussy.
Tricia liked the game this way, especially with all of her clothes off. Not too many of the men she had been with would do that and it made the play special for her. And she liked the taste of his cock as she swirled her tongue around it and took more of it into her mouth.
As his finger went deeper and deeper into her body, Tricia chilled. He had touched that special spot and she knew that he would be sticking his prick in her before long. She liked that best of all and she longed to feel his warm body lying over hers.
Milo gasped for breath as the girl sucked him slowly and sensuously. He was fingering her cunt with abandon when he realized he was about to come.
"Not yet ... not yet!" he groaned and pulled the girl's sucking mouth off of his prick.
Lifting her face, he kissed her passionately and continued fingering her pussy. She moved against him slightly as he rubbed upward. Leaning over, he pressed his mouth over her hairless cunt and licked her until she squirmed against his mouth.
Then, sitting up, Milo lifted the girl up and sat her astraddle his lap. He had some difficulty getting her legs spread as he guided his stiff prick toward her young pussy. Then, he felt the contact of her hot, wet flesh and he groaned.
"Oh, God ... so tight ... so tight!" he gasped as he felt his prick slide into her cunt.
He looked down and saw his huge prick stretching the girl's outer lips and he thrilled as she hung limply in his hands. Leaning her forward, Milo closed his hands about the girl's tiny ass and began to hump her from a sitting position. And as he slid his prick in and out of her hot cunt, he felt her move against him-ever so slightly at first, then her hips began to grind as he fucked her.
"Ohhhh, Daddy ... that feels so good ... do it to me ... shove your thing all the way up me ... faster ... that feeling is coming, Daddy. ... I won't tell Mommy, I promise ... just make that feeling come for me ... Oh ... Oh ... Ohhhhhhh!" the girl gasped and Milo found her crushing her mouth over his as she humped up and down on his pulsing cock.
Then, he felt himself coming and he knew a moment of panic as he considered the possibility of impregnating a fourteen-year-old girl. Gasping for breath, Milo took hold of the girl's waist and tilted her backwards. As he did, his prick popped out of her cunt and Tricia cried out.
"Nooooo! Leave it in, Daddy!" and both her hands closed over it as it began spurting. Milo shuddered and looked down as the tiny girl hunched against his gushing prick; his cum spewed over her hands and belly as she rubbed her pussy all along his throbbing length. "Nooooo!" she sobbed as she writhed in his lap.
Gasping for breath, Milo held the girl firmly against his prick as spurt after spurt hit her quivering belly and shaking tits. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen and he delighted as her hands ran up and down the length of his prick to rub it against her wet pussy.
"That wasn't-fair..."Tricia pouted as his prick gave one last feeble jerk in her hands.
"But, Tricia ... what if you were to get pregnant?"
A look of surprise crossed the girl's face and she questioned, "Now why would I do that?"
Milo groaned as she continued to rub his prick over her pussy. The sticky cum made it all the more erotic as he swallowed thickly and leaned forward to lick his own cum off of the girl's titties.
"Kiss it again for me, Daddy..." she said in a tiny voice, "I like it that way."
Again, Milo groaned. He lifted the girl into a standing position and laid his head back against the cushion of the couch as she pressed her body forward to his mouth. He licked out and tasted her pussy as she ran her hands through his thinning hair and squirmed above him.
"Ummmnnn ... that's so good, Daddy," the girl purred as he closed his hands over the cheeks of her soft little ass. "I'll bet you like it when I kiss your thing, don't you?"
"Ummmnnnn..." Milo mumbled as his tongue parted the lips of her hairless pussy. Inadvertently, his finger touched her puckered ass-hole and he thrilled as he thought about Melisa again. And unable to resist, he ran his finger between the cheeks of her ass, wet it, then worked it into the tight opening.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy ... what're you doing?" she asked and squirmed back against his hand.
"Does ... does that feels good, baby?" he asked hopefully.
"Uh-huh ... never touched me there before ... that's good!" she said and Milo felt his finger slide into her ass-hole to the second knuckle.
Kissing her belly and catching more of his cum on his tongue, he asked, "Would you like for daddy to stick his cock in your ass-hole?"
"Would it hurt?" she asked and held onto his face as he licked and kissed her belly.
"Only a little, sweetheart ... but Tricia's a big girl, isn't she?"
"Uh-huh ... well, I guess, if you really want to, Daddy," she told him and squirmed back onto his finger.
Milo felt his heart beating wildly as he thought about fucking the pretty young girl in the ass and being able to come with no fear of getting her pregnant.
Lifting her off of him, he sat her on the couch and told her, "Daddy will be right back, sweetheart. Let me go get something to make it go in easier." And he got up from the couch and walked quickly to the bathroom. He had a burning desire to urinate and he stood over the toilet straining impatiently after he had found the tube of ointment.
And as he strained, Milo was unaware that hie daughter had come in; Patsy tossed her books and sweater onto the hall table and walked unaware toward the den. As she reached it, she stopped dead in her tracks-sitting on the couch, playing with her pussy was a young girl-a very young girl ... and she was stark naked.
"Wow..." Patsy mouthed almost silently.
When she heard the toilet flush, Patsy grabbed her books and sweater and hid beneath the stairwell; she peeked around as she saw her father come out of the bathroom and she wasn't surprised to find him naked, too. Waiting for a few moments, she heard voices, then she crept out of the stairwell and went through the kitchen to peek into the den. What she saw caused her pulse to quicken and she felt a flood of warmth to her crotch.
"Play like I'm asleep..." Tricia told the man as he returned. She climbed off the couch and lay down before the hearth on the deep pile rug there. Milo stood over her, his prick half-hard, and watched the girl curl into a ball. Her ass protruded beautifully and his pulse quickened as he saw her pink puckered ass-hole.
Lying down beside the girl, Milo fondled her body for a few moments, reaching around to cup her small tits, then running his hand downward to feel her hairless pussy again. The lack of pubic hair thrilled him and he recalled seeing his own daughter naked just a few years before-she had been hairless then, too.
Straightening her legs, Milo squeezed a liberal amount of the greasy ointment out of the tube and smeared it all over his cock. The slippery stuff caused him to come to full erection and as he squirted some of it up the girl's ass-hole, he wondered if he would be able to enter her without causing her pain.
He snuggled to her and worked his finger back into her ass-hole. As the girl relaxed, he tried to stretch the tight opening and she squirmed against him. He knew that if he could just get the head of it in, he would be able to come.
Holding onto his greased prick, he shoved it between the cheeks of her ass and felt the protesting ring of muscle. Slowly, he shoved forward until he felt the muscle give and as it did, Tricia let out a small gasp.
"It's okay, baby ... just lie still ... Daddy won't hurt his baby..."
The girl relaxed a bit and Milo took hold of her hip with his right hand as his left arm encircled her body. He shoved forward and felt his prick slide in a bit further as the girl groaned.
"Uhhhhnnn ... D ... Dad ... Daddy..." she murmured.
"It's all right. Just a little bit farther ... " he told her breathlessly and let his hand slide over her hip to touch her pussy. Immediately, she responded and spread her legs for his hand.
Stroking her soft pussy, Milo rested a moment, then to his surprise, he felt her begin to press back against him. He thrilled as he felt her ass-hole open up to him and his prick slid in with ease.
"Ohhhhh ... nice ... that's nice ... play with my cunt, Daddy..." she told him in that little girl voice.
Milo worked his middle finger into her cunt and began fingerfucking her as she squirmed against him. He felt her ass-cheeks pressed tightly against his groin and he eased his prick out a bit. As he did, she thrust her hips back and cried out.
"Nooo! Don't take it out ... deeper ... shove it in deeper!" and she writhed, closing her hands over his as he fingerfucked her wildly.
Patsy held her breath as she looked upon her father sodomizing the young girl. She knew she had seen her at school, but she could not recall her name or what grade she was in. Not that it mattered-what did matter was the fact that she was a lot younger than herself and that her father was fucking her in the ass.
Patsy's own passion rose as she listened to the young girl moaning and her father's words; lifting her skirt, she ran her hand inside her panties and began stroking her own cunt and she thought again of the black counselor, Horner.
He had told her he would arrange somehow for
Patsy and her father to make it. And as she thought about that and fingered her own cunt, Patsy wondered what her father's reaction might be if she simply stripped off all her clothing and walked in. Certainly, he couldn't be angry with her-after all, he was enjoying it and why shouldn't she?
Still, she wasn't sure and rather than take a chance at spoiling whatever Horner had in mind, she settled for watching her father in the midst of a sex act with the pretty young blonde girl.
Milo gasped as he felt himself coming. He could not hold back with the girl's tight ass-hole milking his prick as it was. He began to stroke her deeply as she pressed against him and his fingers were soaked with her cunt juices.
"Ummmnnn ... yes, Tricia ... yes ... God. your daddy's going to come ... I can feel it now ... I'm going to come in your tight ass-hole ... I'm fucking you, Tricia ... do you like to be fucked in the ass-hole?"
"Ohhhh, Daddy ... yes! Fuck me in the ass-hole ... good ... feels so good ... use your fingers ... deeper ... Oh, I'm getting that feeling again ... make it good for me. Daddy ... make it good for me!"
"You're coming too!" He gasped and dug his finger into her sopping pussy as she writhed against him. "Ohhh ... oh, Jesus . . .now ... now ... I'm coming, Tricia ... NOWWWWWW!" he cried aloud.
The small girl hunched to him as he drove his prick deep into her ass-hole and it jerked spasmodically. She gasped for breatn as her orgasm overcame her and she saw tears behind her eyes.
Milo sucked his breath as his prick jerked and spurted iis hot load deep into the girl's body. She pressed back against him as he quivered and clutched at her cunt frantically.
Finally, Milo let out his breath and the girl sagged limply in his arms. Sighing deeply, he felt his prick go soft and it oozed out of her tight ass-hole with an obscene popping sound. He shivered as his prick came out and the girl snuggled against him.
"Let's do that again, Daddy," she said softly.
"Oh, God ... I ... I can't child ... I'm exhausted," he told her and fought to calm his tripping heart.
Twisting in his arms, Tricia slipped her arms about his neck and kissed him wetly. "Didn't you like that, Daddy?"
"Oh, yes ... yes!" he told her and hugged her to him. His hands closed over her plump little ass and he felt some of his cum dribbling out of her ass-hole. "It's just that a man can't keep on doing it-he must have time to rest in between."
"Then we'll rest and do it again later," she told him innocently.
"But it's time for you to go home, Tricia ... your mother is going to be wondering where you are and it wouldn't do for her to be worried about you, now would it?"
Biting her lip, she said, "I guess not." She rolled out of his arms and snatched up her clothing.
"Gotta use the pot. Where's it at?"
Milo pointed and told her, "You can go through the kitchen. It's to your left."
Patsy bolted in a state of panic as she saw the girl coming toward the kitchen. She went quickly into the garage and hid there as the girl padded barefoot and naked into the downstairs bathroom.
She eased the door shut, then crept through the back yard and into the alley. She decided to walk around the block and return by the front door. Surely by then her father would be dressed and have the girl out of the house.
Milo dressed silently and when he heard the toilet flush, he breathed a sigh of relief. Tricia came in then, a broad smile on her pretty face and she told him, "The feeling's gone away. Thank you."
"The ... the feeling?"
"Uh-huh. That funny feeling I get between my legs sometimes," she shrugged and added, "Momma says it's what causes all the trouble."
Swallowing thickly, Milo questioned, "Wha ... what trouble, Tricia?"
"Oh, you know, with the police and everything and us having to keep moving all the time."
"Oh ... I see..." he said weakly and felt the color leave his face. "Well ... now remember what you're going to tell your mother ... that you met my little girl and you talked for awhile ... and you won't mention what we did, will you?"
"Of course not, don't be silly!" Tricia scolded, "I wouldn't do that because if I did, they'd put you in jail like all the others, then we wouldn't get to play anymore, would we?"
"Oh, Lord!" Milo mumbled as the girl stood on her toes to kiss him on the lips. "Then maybe we shouldn't ... ah, you know, play anymore."
"Oh, no. . .now that would make me angry. I like to play and I'll be back to see you soon. You're fun!" she said and skipped for the door before he could reply.
Milo walked straight to the kitchen and poured half a glass of bourbon. "It's happened..." he muttered, "it's finally happened!" and he felt terribly weak and vulnerable.
Tricia laughed softly to herself as she reached the street. She liked that line the best. Actually, her father was the only man who had ever gone to jail over her, but she knew if she told the old bastard that he wouldn't be likely to refuse her the next time she got that feeling.
And as she reached the corner she looked up and smiled as she saw Patsy. "Oh, hi ... " she said, "I'm Tricia ... you must be Patsy Blake."
Patsy felt suddenly uncomfortable facing the younger girl and she attempted a weak smile and just nodded. "Ah, yeah ... hi, Tricia..."
"I saw you in the kitchen," she said and winked, "Did you get off?" Before the surprised Patsy could answer, Tricia crossed the street and called, "See ya around."
CHAPTER SIX
Cathy placed the receiver in the cradle and smiled to herself. Dora had been hesitant at first, but finally agreed to come to Cathy's around seven-thirty. She felt the excitement well in her belly as she thought again of her plan and she went over it again as she bathed and sipped her third drink since coming home.
She was well into her fourth by the time she heard the doorbell ring; glancing at the clock, she noticed that Ron was a little early, but no matter, it would be dark soon and her neighbors were not the nosy kind.
She found Ron standing by himself on the porch and he looked about nervously as he entered her home. He took a long look at Cathy and a slow smile crept across his face as he saw the slinky dressing gown she was wearing.
"Hey, Teach ... you're lookin' good!" he said as she closed the door and faced him.
"Where are the others?" she asked.
He shrugged. "I told 'em to wait in the alley-didn't think it would look too good if someone saw all of us coming in the front."
Cathy sighed and nodded. "Good thinking ... ah, are there any problems?"
The senior shook his head and smiled as he replied, "Naw, nothing we can't handle." He reached out to run his hand over her breasts.
Cathy chilled as the boy's hand closed on her tit and squeezed gently.
"Not now," she said and turned for the living room. "Why don't you ask the others to come in and I'll tell you what I want."
Ron was back in a few minutes; he let the others in through the kitchen door and ushered them into the living room. Cathy had the lights turned low and was sitting on the couch when they entered. She was surprised to see two of her girl students with the other two boys.
"They, ah ... don't believe this ain't some kind of a set up," Jack said as he nodded toward Melisa Stanley and Ginger Barlow.
"We'd like to know what's going on, Miss Thompson," Ginger said and looked about nervously.
Cathy looked up at Ron and questioned, "You're sure they're all right, Ron? I mean, you know that you can trust them?"
Ron delighted in the attention he was receiving and he nodded. "Sure, I'm sure, but they don't know if they can trust you, Teach."
Cathy looked at the girls quizzically and asked, "Well how can I prove something like that to them?"
Smiling, Ron walked over to where she was sitting and pulled down the zipper of his pants. "That's simple ... just do what you did this afternoon. That ought to be proof enough," he said as he pulled out his prick.
Cathy blushed as the boy exposed himself before the others. She was shocked to silence, but she knew if she was to have their cooperation, she must have their trust.
"Just suck it a little and let 'em watch," Ron said as he moved closer and the others gathered around to watch.
Cathy swallowed apprehensively and reached for the boy's cock with trembling fingers. A sudden calm overcame her as she closed her eyes arid ovaled her lips. As she took the head of his prick into her mouth and laved it with her tongue, she felt a new rise of heat to her loins and she heard the others gasp.
"Man ... she is for real!" Melisa said lowly.
"I thought I was the only one around who liked to do that!" Ginger said and licked her lips as she saw her teacher going down on Ron's prick.
Ron placed his hand on Cathy's shoulder and thrust his hips forward as she sucked his cock. It stiffened quickly and as she drew her wet lips off, she looked up and smiled nervously.
"Satisfied?" she asked of the girls. When both of them nodded, she told Ron, "Now put that thing away. There'll be time for playing later. Right now I want to tell you what I want you to do for me."
The five students listened attentively as she outlined her plan. When she had finished, she looked from one grinning face to the other and questioned, "Well?"
"Far out!" Ginger exclaimed and the others agreed.
* * *
It was a bit past seven-thirty when Dora Smith pulled up in front of Cathy's house and parked. She climbed out of her car and walked nervously to the door. She felt a moment of apprehension as she reached for the bell, then it passed as she heard the sound of soft music coming from inside the house.
"Oh, thank you for coming!" Cathy said sincerely as she saw Dora standing on the porch. She led her inside, took her coat and hung it in the hall closet.
"You ... you sounded desperate," Dora remarked as she entered the comfortable living room and looked around.
"Well, I was, but I feel better now that you're here, Dora." Cathy went to the small roll-away bar and poured a pair of drinks. "Here, this wiir relax you," she said and motioned to the couch.
Dora took the drink and felt a sudden flush to her cheeks; Cathy looked as though she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine and the older woman felt an immediate sexual attraction to her. She sat nervously and sipped her drink as Cathy sat beside her and tossed her strawberry blonde hair in a sensual manner.
"What I really wanted to speak to you about, Dora," she .began to lay her hand on the woman's knee, "was what happened between us today."
Dora's face burned brightly and she was thankful that there was only one dim light burning behind them. "I ... I really should apologize for that, Cathy. I don't know what came over me, I-"
"Please. Don't apologize, Dora. I just want to know one thing."
"Wha ... what?" she questioned and held her glass tightly.
"Would you really have reported me if I hadn't done as you asked?"
Dora shook her head and looked into Cathy's pretty face. "No ... no, I wouldn't. It was just that I was so ... so, you know, excited by listening to you and Laura. And when I peeked over the partition and saw her doing that to you, I ... I just lost control."
"I understand, Dora. Really I do," she said sincerely, then added, "I do hope we can be friends after all."
"Well, certainly we can be friends. I see no reason why..." and her voice trailed off. A look of horror crossed her face then and Cathy turned her head to follow her gaze.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed as three dark forms moved into the living room.
"Ohh!" Dora gasped as she saw three men with silk stockings pulled over their faces.
"Don't move, either of you!" one of them commanded and both Dora and Cathy froze as they approacned. "We aren't going to hurt you," the largest of the three said and Cathy suppressed a smile as she realized she didn't even recognize Ron's voice.
"My God ... what do you want?" Cathy exclaimed and shrank back in apparent fear as the three crowded about them.
"Just shut up and you'll see!" another of the masked boys said sharply.
"Oh, Cathy!" Dora exclaimed and crowded closer.
"Oh, don't resist, Dora. They might hurt us!"
Ron stepped forward then and pulled a silk scarf out of his pocket. "Just sit still!" he barked and twisted the scarf about Cathy's wrists.
Cathy submitted and sat still as he tied her hands behind her, then blindfolded her.
"Oh, Cathy, what's going to happen to us?" Dora whimpered as she was bound and blindfolded, too.
"I ... I don't know ... " she said lowly, "Just don't resist. Do whatever we're told and maybe they won't hurt us!"
"That's right," Ron said and removed the blindfold from Cathy's eyes, then the bonds from her wrists. He pulled the silk stocking over his head and grinned widely as Cathy nodded her approval.
She looked at the frightened woman sitting beside her and nodded to the others. Each of them removed the silk stockings and turned as the girls entered the living room. Ron turned up the stereo a bit, then kneeled before Dora.
"Listen and listen good. I'm not going to tell you a second time. If either of you cry out or try to take off your blindfolds, I'll cut your throat ... do you understand?" To accentuate his words, he placed the point of a small nail file against Dora's throat and pressed.
"Ohhh ... yes! I won't-I promise! Just don't hurt me!" she cried and squirmed away from the pointed thing.
"How about you?" he asked and winked at Cathy.
"Oh, please ... we'll do anything you ask ... just don't use that knife on us!"
"Right on!" Ron said and grinned broadly. He stood and turned to the others, "Okay ... what'll we do first?"
Jack smiled nervously and licked his lips as he looked at Dora sitting helpless on the couch. The thought of fucking another full grown woman excited him and he thought of the many times he had seen her at her desk outside the principal's office.
"I just wanna play with 'em for awhile before we fuck 'em," Jack said coarsely.
"Oh ... oh, Lord!" Dora exclaimed. "You ... you're going to rape us!" she whined.
"Oh, Dora ... this is terrible-I feel awful about getting you into this!" Cathy wailed.
"I want the blonde," Ron said. "You two can have the old broad..." , Dora felt the world close in on her. She had fantasized being raped a thousand times, but now that it was actually happening to her, she was frightened beyond words.
"What about us?" Ginger said in a gruff voice.
"Oh, yeah ... maybe the chickies wanna play with her too," Ron said and smiled at Cathy.
"My God, they've got girls with them!" Cathy exclaimed.
"Yeah, we're girls," Melisa said and moved forward. "And we wanna play too. Maybe we can get her to eat our pussies."
Dora shrank back as she realized this must be some motorcycle gang in search of adventure. She had heard of such things happening in the city, but never here, not in their quiet community.
"Let's undress her!" Melisa said and moved forward to jerk Dora to her feet.
Cathy sat back, her drink in her hand and watched then as Melisa and Ginger began removing Dora's clothing. They freed her wrists and Jack and Phil held them tightly as the girls slipped her dress over her shoulders. She was wearing a black bra, matching panties, and a black garter belt.
"Wow!" Phil exclaimed as Dora stood shaking and nearly naked before them. "The old broad's got a build!" He reached out to snap the straps on her bra as Jack tied her hands again.
"Ohhh, please ... don't do this to us ... please, have mercy, I beg you!" she whimpered. She heard one of them laugh, then she felt her bra torn from her body. She shuddered as someone's hands closed over her tits and she tried to pull away.
"Nice tits," Jack said as he ran his hands over her belly then upward to cup her breasts. He pressed his body against hers and smiled as Melisa drew down the woman's panties to expose her lush cunt.
"Nice ass, too," Phil remarked and began fondling the cheeks of her naked ass.
"I'll bet she's a lezzie..." Ginger said and pinched one of her nipples.
"Yeah, she's probably eaten more pussies than we've ever seen!" Melisa put in.
"Oh, God ... nooo!" Dora whimpered as she felt hands all over her body. The obscene conversation had her head ringing and she suddenly realized that she was being paid back for the terrible thing she had done to Cathy that day.
Cathy watched with growing excitement as the teenagers began removing their clothing. Beside her. Ron stroked his growing prick and smiled as he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"What about you, Teach ... you wanna get raped, too?"
In answer, Cathy slipped her robe over her shoulders and sat there gloriously naked as she said in a frightened tone, "Ohhhh, please ... don't make me do that ... ohhhh. ... how obscene!"
"Wha ... what's happening?" Dora asked apprehensively as she heard Cathy's voice.
"Oh, God ... he ... he's making me put it in ... arghhhh ... my mouth!" Cathy said and leaned over to engulf the head of Ron's prick.
"Ohhhh, please!" Dora cried. "Don't hurt her, please!"
"Come on!" Jack barked, "Let's do it to this one!" and he forced Dora down on the floor as the others crowded about.
"I'm gonna eat her pussy!" Phil said and fell between her legs.
"And she's gonna eat mine!" Ginger said.
Dora felt her legs spread roughly, then there was a hot sucking mouth on her cunt. She chilled as she felt his tongue lick her wildly, then she felt the girl squatting over her face.
"Eat my pussy, bitch!" Ginger said and took hold of Dora's head and pulled it up between her legs.
"Noooo!" the woman wailed, but her cry was muffled by the girl's body as Ginger lowered her pussy to her mouth.
"Ummnn. ... lick it, bitch! Lick my pussy ... come on ... don't fight it-remember the knife!"
Dora was struck by the thought of a gleaming blade pressed against her throat and she choked back her fear. She opened her lips tentatively and licked out. As she did, she realized what it must have been like for Cathy to have been forced to do this to her and she sobbed.
"Yeah ... that's better!" Ginger told her and ground her pussy over the woman's face.
Cathy's excitement reached a new peak as she saw Jack and Melisa standing naked beside each other. Jack had his hand on the cheek of her ass and the black girl was playing with his prick. Beside her, Ron watched with growing interest as Phil ate the woman's pussy and ran his hands up her body to fondle her full tits.
"This is something else!" Ron groaned as Cathy played with his prick. "I really do wanna make it with you," he added as she squeezed him softly.
"Eat my pussy," she said breathlessly as she watched Ginger writhing atop Dora's face.
Ron slid off the couch and began kissing Cathy's inner thighs. She chilled as his mouth came closer and closer to her cunt and she realized how drastically her life had changed since finding the note in her pile of test papers that morning. It seemed that a whole new world of experience had opened up to her.
Cathy spread her legs as the boy's tongue licked out and touched her pussy lips. "Ohhhh, God, yessss!" she groaned and slid down on the couch. She ran her hands through the boy's thick hair and pulled his face into her crotch as he began to nibble at the lips of her cunt. Slowly, she raised her legs and lay them over his shoulders; his hands went beneath her body to cup the cheeks of her ass and she sighed deeply.
"Get a load of that!" Jack remarked and led Melisa over to the couch.
Melisa looked at the beautiful woman as Ron ate her pussy. She was somehow attracted to her and she pulled away from Jack to sit beside Cathy.
"Is that good? Do you like to have him eat your pussy?" she questioned as she reached out to close her dark hand over Cathy's full tit.
"Oh, yesss ... yes, I do," Cathy murmured as the girl fondled her tit.
Leaning over, Melisa kissed her softly on the lips; as Cathy's tongue entered her mouth, she shivered and felt the woman's hand on her belly.
"I ... I'd like to do it to you," Cathy said breathlessly.
"Oh, wow!" the black girl cried and spread her legs as the teacher began stroking her cunt. "You ... you wanna eat my pussy?"
"Oh, yes ... come up where I can lick your cunt," she told her as she eased a finger into her cunt.
Jack watched excitedly then as the black girl climbed up on the couch and offered her body to the teacher. He thrilled as he saw Cathy's hands slip around to take hold of Melisa's brown ass, then her face was between her legs.
"Ohhhh, shit!" Melisa groaned as she looked down and saw her math teacher's tongue teasing the lips of her cunt. "Lick it! Suck my pussy ... eat me! God, but that feels good!"
Pulling on his cock, Jack went over and took hold of Dora's head and forced his prick against her lips.
"Oh, noooo!" Dora cried, "Don't make me do that! It ... it's so dirty!"
"Suck it you old bitch! Open your mouth and suck my cock!" he told her sharply.
Dora gasped then as the boy forced his throbbing prick into her mouth. She had only sucked one man before and" the memory of that was too much for hereto bear. Still, she felt a new excitement run through her aching body. She licked the swollen head of the prick in her mouth and for some unknown reason, she found herself actually liking the feeling. She took a bit more of the throbbing thing into her mouth and as she heard the person's heavy breathing above her, she thrilled to know that she was bringing him sexual satisfaction.
Dora could still taste the girl's juices on her lips and mingled with those of this guy's prick, she realized that the experience was terribly exciting. Then, she felt the hand leave her pussy and a boy's voice said, "Goddamn, I gotta fuck her!"
Phil moved between Dora's legs and thrust his pulsing prick into her wet cunt. She arched to him as he slid into her well-lubricated channel and he heard her gasp. Slowly, he began to fuck in and out of her cunt and he thrilled as he looked down and saw his prick spread the hair-fringed lips of her cunt.
"This is too much!" Ginger cried and began fingering her cunt as she looked about the room.
On. the couch, Melisa hunched her brown body against Cathy's sucking mouth as Ron ate her pussy. And Ginger suddenly felt left out-she wanted a cock to suck!
Going to Ron, she crawled between his legs and began licking his swollen prick. She took all of it into her mouth and groaned as she thought about her father's prick, which was just about all she ever thought about these days. She had told him she was going to Melisa's house for awhile and that she would be home early. Now she wondered how mad he would be if she came home a bit late. She knew she would be able to stem whatever anger he might feel merely by taking his stiff prick in her mouth and sucking him until he shot his load.
Both Melisa and Cathy orgasmed in unison. Ron lifted his wet face in time to see the black girl slide down Cathy's body to kiss her softly.
"Man, you are something else!" Melisa groaned as Cathy ran her hand between her legs and began fingering her wet cunt again.
"So are you. Have you ever eaten pussy?"
"N ... no. But I like to have mine eaten," the girl said.
"Kiss mine just once ... if you don't like it you can stop," Cathy begged the girl as she fingered her pussy.
"I ... I dunno," the girl said hesitantly.
"Go ahead, Melisa," Ron told her as he leaned back against the couch and watched Ginger sucking his prick. "Give her some head, I wanna watch."
Cathy touched her finger to her lips and cautioned Ron as she mouthed "No names!" The boy glanced over as Phil fucked the principal's secretary and Jack forced more of his prick into her mouth. He had almost forgotten their purpose for being there.
"Please..." Cathy asked the girl again.
Melisa looked at Ron, then slid to the floor. She began kissing Cathy's legs, then she raised up and pressed her lips to her quivering belly. She inhaled the woman's scent and she thrilled at the thought of what she was about to do. Lowering her head, she kissed Cathy's pouting cunt lips softly, then thrust her tongue between the warm wet folds.
"Ughhhnnn..." Cathy gasped as she saw the black girl's mouth close over her cunt. She arched to her and felt another orgasm mounting as Melisa tongued her wildly, her hands fluttering over her tits like excited birds.
"Wow!" Ron groaned and pulled Ginger off his prick. "Look at this!"
Ginger thrilled as she saw Cathy's mouth open wide and her body shake with passion as the black girl ate her pussy. Running her hand between the cheeks of Melisa's ass, she began fingering her wet cunt.
Just then, Jack cried out and tensed. "Oh ... oh, shit! I'm gonna come ... gonna come in her mouth!" he gasped as Dora sucked his cock willingly.
"M ... me too!" Phil groaned as he thrust his hips forward and buried his prick in the woman's clasping cunt.
Dora was beside herself with passion. Her hands hurt terribly bound as they were, but she ignored the pain as she felt the prick in her mouth swell, then begin to jerk wildly. She groaned deeply as her mouth was Filled with hot cum and she tried to swallow all of it as the prick spurted again and again.
"Ummmpf! Nowwww!" Phil cried out as his prick erupted deep in the older woman's cunt. He shuddered as she lifted her legs and thrust her pelvis against his. "Ohh ... oh, God, she's coming too!" he gasped and pawed her full tits wildly.
Dora felt faint as the boy removed his dripping cock from her mouth. She felt the other boy roll off of her and she felt suddenly abandoned. She writhed on the floor and hoped they would all leave soon so that she could be alone with Cathy.
Cathy gasped and orgasmed again as she saw Jack's cock dribble cum over Dora's cheek. She spasmed wildly as Melisa sucked her pussy and she looked down as Ron tensed.
Leaning over, she touched his shoulder and told him, "Come in my face ... shoot your load all over my mouth!"
Ron thrilled at the idea and pulled his prick from Ginger's mouth. Standing quickly, he began jerking his prick by hand as Cathy leaned forward and licked her lips.
As his prick jerked and the first hot glob of cum spewed out, Melisa and Ginger gasped. It hit Cathy's cheek to run down to the corner of her mouth, then another splashed her lips. Ron looked down excitedly as his prick spurted its hot load all over the woman's pretty face. Glob after glob pelted her, dripping to her tits.
Groaning, Cathy watched the boy's prick jerk in his fist and as his cum splashed her face, she orgasmed again. Finally, as he backed away, Ginger got up and began licking the cum from Cathy's tits, then from her face. "That was supposed to be mine," she pouted and Cathy kissed her wet lips.
There was no conversation for awhile as the boys regained their strength. Cathy gestured to the cart with the liquor and Ginger and Melisa mixed them all a drink. Sitting between Jack and Phil, she allowed them to caress her body as they sipped their drinks and she noticed that both of them had raging hard-ons again.
Melisa had fallen to the floor and was sucking on Dora's tits as Ginger sat beside her fingerfucking the woman. They all watched then as Ginger lowered her mouth and began kissing Dora's cunt softly.
"Ron..." Cathy called softly as Dora writhed beneath the two feminine mouths. He came over to her and listened as she said, "Remember that picture-the centerfold in your magazine?"
"Uh-huh ... the chick with the three guys..." and a gleam lit his eyes as he looked back at Dora.
"I wanna fuck her in the ass!" Jack said.
"Yeah, and I wanna stick my prick in her mouth!" Phil said as he fingered Cathy's wet cunt.
"Then that leaves her cunt for me, huh?" Ron said and smiled.
Dora felt herself lifted astraddle a hot body and as a thick prick entered her cunt, she gasped. "Ohhhh ... God, you're going to fuck me again!"
"Like you never been fucked in your life, lady!" Jack told her as he spit on the head of his cock and eased it in her ass-hole.
"Oh ... oh ... noooo!" she cried as she felt herself being ass-fucked.
"Suck it!" Phil ordered as he twisted her head to one side and forced his prick into her mouth.
Dora could not believe this was happening to her, but as the three pricks slid in and out of her body, she suddenly began to respond. "Ummmnn ... yeth ... Goth ... yeth ... fuck me ... Ummnn ... fuck me!" She gasped around Phil's bulging prick.
On the couch, Ginger and Melisa snuggled into Cathy's arms as they watched. Each of them played with Cathy as she squirmed and fondled their tits. Finally, when the three boys orgasmed, Cathy stretched out her legs and shuddered.
Dora spasmed wildly to the three spurting cocks and as her own orgasm washed over her, she fainted.
Cathy helped the students gather their clothing and as she saw them out the back door, she whispered to Ron, "Thank you. I won't forget this!"
He kissed her softly and squeezed her tit one last time as he asked, "Does this mean we're all teacher's pets?"
Cathy laughed and nodded to the others. "Very special pets!"
When they had gone, Cathy blindfolded herself, then wrapped a scarf about her wrists. She lay down beside Dora and said, "Dora ... Dora ... are you all right?"
"Oh, God, Cathy, is that you? Are they gone?"
"Yes ... I think so. Can you roll over to me? Maybe you can free my hands." Dora did and in a few moments, they were holding each other closely.
"God, Cathy, we can never let word of this get out, it would ruin us!"
"I know, Dora ... I know," she said and hugged the woman to her. Dora's hand closed over her tit and Cathy asked her, "Would you like to spend the night?"
Sobbing, the woman thought of sharing a bed with this lovely woman and she said simply, "Yes ... yes, I would."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Calvin Horner listened closely as Louise Forbes spoke to him over the phone.
"I really don't know that there's any cause for alarm, Mr. Horner, but if you could speak with Tricia. It was just that she had that look in her eyes when she came in late yesterday afternoon. I'm sure that nothing happened between she and Mr. Blake, but I must know for sure ... and Tricia simply won't talk to me anymore."
"I understand, Mrs. Forbes. Let me handle this and don't let Tricia know you've called. I'll talk to her this morning."
"Thank you ... thank you so much!" the woman said and hung up.
Well, well, Horner mused as he thought again about Milo Blake. This was just what he needed to use against the man. He had a perverse sense of justice and he longed to see Patsy Blake have her way with her father-and he longed, too, to arrange an orgy. Christ! he thought, it's been months!
Calling the office, he asked that Tricia Forbes be sent to his office, then he closed the blinds behind his desk and nodded as the room was sealed from the outside. A short time later there was a soft knock at his door and he got up to answer it.
He found the petite blonde standing outside with an anxious look on her face. He smiled broadly and ushered her in, then quietly threw the latch on his inner office door. "Sit down, Tricia..." he told her and gestured to the couch.
He watched as the pretty young teenager sat and pulled her short skirt down. He could not imagine this child doing anything with Blake, but then, he had been surprised before. It was always the most innocent looking who held the most lustful desires.
Sitting at the other end of the couch, Horner crossed his legs and smiled at the girl. "I know about you and Mr. Blake, Tricia."
The girl blinked and looked at him with a dazed expression on her pretty face. "You ... you do?"
"Yes, I do. Would you like to tell me about it?"
Tricia squirmed uncomfortably and looked at her hands. She wondered how this man had found out so quickly-not that it mattered, she knew what she was going to do as tnat feeling flooded her vibrant young body again.
Looking up, Tricia wet her lips with her tongue and looked directly at Horner's crotch; she had never seen a black cock before and she wondered if it would be different. "We just played a little bit," she told him in mat little girl voice.
Homer noticed where the girl's gaze was directed and he felt a rush of heat to his loins. "Played?" Homer questioned, "How did you play, Tricia?"
Scooting closer, the tiny blonde girl told him seductively, "I could show you easier than I could tell you," and she licked her lips again.
Homer looked down as the girl's dress was pushed up to her golden thighs. He swallowed thickly as his prick twitched against his leg and he replied, "Well, yes ... I suppose that would be better, Tricia."
The excitement welled in her young body as she snuggled into Homer's arm. She lay her head on his chest and told him, "You've gotta pretend like I'm asleep."
"All right, you're asleep, now what?" he asked excitedly as her small hand lay over the bulge in his trousers.
"Play with me..." she said and spread her legs.
Homer licked his lips as he looked down and saw the girl's panties beneath her skirt With trembling fingers, he reached out and touched her smooth thigh. As he did, her hand closed tightly about his growing prick and he felt his pulse pound heavily in his temples.
Moving his hand beneath the girl's skirt, he touched her pubic mound and felt her squirm against him. He ran his hand upwards, then slipped it inside the waistband of her panties. As he felt her warm flesh, he chilled and moved his hand lower. My God! he thought in excitement, She doesn't have any cunt hair!
Horner trembled as he eased his middle finger between the folds of the girl's pussy; she raised her left leg a bit and sighed deeply as she mumbled, "Uh-huh ... that's it."
Homer could not contain himself. He pulled down the zipper of his pants and released his aching cock. As he did, he asked the girl, "And did you play with him, too, Tricia?"
"Uh, huh ... it was fun," she told him and closed her tiny hand about his throbbing cock.
Homer leaned back as the girl stroked him softly; he fingered her wet pussy and thrilled as he imagined Milo playing with this pretty young nymphet as he was doing.
"Ah ... what else did you do besides play?" he asked apprehensively as the girl played with his throbbing prick.
In answer, she leaned down and took the head of his cock in her mouth. As her tiny tongue swirled about his sensitive flesh, he groaned and pulled at her panties. When he saw her hairless cunt, he twisted on the couch and lowered his head between her legs.
Tricia shivered as the black man's tongue entered her pussy. She liked that and she hoped he would do it until that feeling came. She rolled over and atop him as he spread her legs and lapped her entire cuntal area, then she took hold of his prick with both hands.
Horner fondled the cheeks of the girl's ass as he sucked her pussy and felt her take more and more of his cock into her soft, warm mouth. He knew he could not hold off long the way she was working her tongue about the head and he groaned lowly. "Ummmnn ... yes, Tricia ... suck it ... I'm going to come soon ... can I come in your mouth?"
"Uh-huh..." she responded and took more of his prick into her mouth.
Horner panted breathlessly as the girl ground her hips into his face and his broad, thick tongue entered her pussy. He lapped her wildly as he felt his prick swell and he shuddered.
"Ohhhh, yes!" he gasped, "Now, Tricia ... NOWWW!"
"Ummnnn ... ummnnn ... me toooo!" she gasped as his prick erupted in her sucking mouth.
He felt his cock jerk as the first hot stream of cum shot forth and he clutched her body to his face. He felt the girl swallowing his cum and he. chilled as she spasmed atop him to flood his mouth with her juices.
Tricia tasted the man's cum and she swallowed it in gulps. She liked the feeling as his prick jerked between her lips to send all that sweet, sticky stuff into her mouth and she licked the head of his prick softly as it spurted.
"Ohhhh, sweet Jesus!" Horner gasped as his orgasm passed and the girl rubbed the sensitive head of his cock over her lips. "Jesus, but that was good!"
Tricia sat up and found her panties on the floor. She pulled them on and asked, "Now was there anything wrong with that, Mr. Horner?"
Shaking his head, he looked at the innocent expression on her pretty face. He tucked his prick into his pants and sat up as he replied, "No ... nothing at all, Tricia. Don't worry about a thing. And above all, don't mention our little, ahem ... talk with Mr. Blake."
"Sure, Mr. Horner, whatever you say." And the pretty freshman let herself out of the office.
* * *
Milo Blake had nearly gone into shock when the runner from the administration office called for Tricia. He released the girl from class and spent the next half hour trying not to think of the consequences of their encounter the day before. And when the pretty blonde came back to class just a few minutes before the bell, he heaved a deep sigh of relief-if it had to do with their encounter, she certainly would not have come back to class.
When the bell rang, Milo stopped her by the door as she prepared to leave and he asked, "Is ... is everything all right, Tricia?"
Smiling sweetly, the girl looked about and when she saw no other students around, she reached out and pressed her hand over Milo's crotch. "Of course ... why wouldn't everything be all right, Mr. Blake?"
Blake paled and stepped back as the girl touched him; he muttered something and fled to his inner office where he unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk and removed the bottle of rye he kept for emergencies. Taking a long pull, he sighed deeply and replaced the bottle. As he locked the drawer, his office phone rang.
"Milo ... this is Horner. Can you turn your next period over to your aide and come to my office?"
"All, well, yes, I suppose so. Would you mind telling me why?" Milo asked apprehensively.
There was a long pause, then Horner told the man, "I'm afraid it's to do with little Tricia Forbes ... I think you understand, Milo."
Blake set the receiver back in the cradle and unlocked the bottom drawer again. As he drank from the bottle, he heard the second bell sound and he fumbled in his pocket for a Certs, then went out to speak to his assistant.
Horner smiled as he hung up the phone. Patsy returned that smile and nodded. "You're sure?" she asked.
"You just wait in the wings until you're called," Horner said and gestured to the supply closet behind his desk. As she walked by, she leaned over to kiss him softly and to squeeze his prick.
"Thank you, Horner. You're all right."
"I know," he said and smiled.
When the biology teacher arrived, Horner met him at the door. He closed it behind the man and flipped the inside lock, then gestured toward the couch. "You'd better sit down, Milo ... this is rather serious."
"I ... I don't understand," he muttered, attempting to play it through.
"Oh, but I think you do, Milo ... " the man said knowingly and smiled as the color left the teacher's face. "I know about you and Tricia-she's told me everything."
"Oh, God..." Milo muttered and sank back into the cushions. "I knew it ... I just knew it."
"I spoke to the girl's mother on the phone this morning. She was suspicious, but as yet, she knows nothing."
"You ... you haven't told yet?" Milo asked and his hopes soared.
"No, not yet." He paused to let the words sink in, then he told the shaken man, "And I may not ... providing I can have your confidence on another matter."
"Oh, God, Horner, anything! You can trust me!"
"Anything, Milo ... anything at all."
"Well, yes, of course ... wha ... what is it you want?"
"First, I want you to do exactly as you are told. If you deviate one bit, the whole deal is off," the black man told him. "Understood?"
"Well, yes, but-"
"No buts. Do you agree?"
"I agree," Milo said and wondered what the man would ask of him.
"Fine. I felt you would." Horner opened hi;, desk drawer to remove a black felt sleep mask. "Put this on, then sit absolutely still. I'm going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer as accurately as possible. And you are not to move until I tell you to do so, understood?"
Milo nodded. He could not imagine why the man wanted him blindfolded, but if he had told him to remove all of his clothing he would have done it. Homer watched as the man affixed the sleep mask over his eyes and he smiled.
Moving a chair before the couch, Homer flipped on his tape recorder and adjusted the level of sound. "Can you see anything, Milo?"
"N ... no, nothing."
"Fine ... in a moment, someone will sit beside you on the couch. You are not to move or to touch that person in any manner." He paused as Patsy stuck her head out the door of the closet. Homer beckoned her over.
Milo felt a light sweat break out on his forehead as someone sat beside him. He could not imagine who that person might be, but at the moment, it really didn't matter. He gave a slight start as he felt a hand in his lap, then he was shocked as the zipper of his trousers was pulled down.
"Just relax," Homer told him and watched as Patsy pulled her father's prick free from his shorts and began playing with it.
"Now, Milo ... I want you to relate to me just exactly what went on between you and Tricia Forbes yesterday."
Milo chilled as a soft hand curled about his prick and began stroking it gently. When Horner questioned him, he was less reluctant to speak of the encounter with the teenager than he would have been otherwise. He swallowed thickly, licked his lips and thought about the afternoon before.
"I ... I gave her a ride home," he began. "When we got to my house, she said she wanted to play. I had no idea what she meant, but I consented."
"What kind of play was it, Milo?" Horner asked as he saw the man's prick stiffening in his laughter's hand.
"Ah, we went into the den and sat on the couch. She climbed into my lap and said she wanted to pretend that I was her father and that she was asleep."
"Then what happened?"
"I ... that is, I touched her."
"You mean you touched her in a sexual manner?"
Milo recalled easing his hand beneath the girl's dress and finding her bare pussy. "Yes..." he said weakly.
"What happened next?"
"I don't know. It's all sort of confused now. I undressed her I think and I ... I ....."
"You what, Milo?"
"I went down on her!" he blurted out. "You mean you ate her pussy."
"Yes!"
"What else, Milo?"
"She ... she sucked me a little-but I didn't force her!"
"You mean she sucked your prick of her own free will?"
"Yes ... and she even asked me to put it in."
Patsy smiled and spread her legs as she stroked her father's prick. Lifting her skirt, she allowed Horner to see that she wore no panties. The black man opened his fly and began stroking his prick as Patsy began masturbating herself.
"So you fucked the girl, too."
"Yes ... but I didn't come in her. I pulled it out."
"And what else happened? Tell me everything!"
Milo groaned. The hand on his prick was so soft that it drove him wild as he thought about tiny Tricia Forbes. "I went down on her again ... then ... then I-Oh, God, forgive me-I fucked her in the ass!"
Patsy's eyes widened as she heard her father admit to the obscene act. She had expected him to omit the last act of sex with the fourteen-year-old girl.
"Now," Horner said and nodded to Patsy; Patsy moved off the couch and spread her father's legs as she leaned over. Horner waited until the girl had taken Milo's prick into her mouth, then he asked, "Does that feel good, Milo ... do you like to have young girls suck your cock?"
"Ohhhh, God ... yes! Yes I do!" the man groaned as Patsy licked his throbbing cock lavishly.
"Have you ever asked your own daughter to do that to you, Milo?" Horner questioned and pulled his chair closer. He lifted Patsy's skirt and looked longingly at her pretty ass.
"Oh, no ... never!" Milo exclaimed and shivered as the mouth on his prick engulfed him warmly.
"But you'd like to, wouldn't you? I mean, you would like for your daughter to suck your prick, isn't that true?"
Milo groaned and rolled his head from side to side. "Ohhh, yes ... God, yes!" he exclaimed. "It's always her-every one of them are her! I've wanted her for years," he said and sobbed.
Horner reached out and ran his hands over the girl's naked ass, then between her legs to stroke her wet pussy.
"Would you like to fuck your daughter ... eat her pussy ... fuck her in the ass?"
"Yes! Yes! Yessss!" he sobbed and envisioned his lovely Patsy sucking his prick.
"And would you like to see another man fucking your daughter, Milo? Would you find that exciting?"
"Ughhnnn ... yes, yes I would!"
"And would you like to see me-a black man-fucking your daughter ... perhaps while she sucked your prick?"
"Oh, God ... yes! I would like that ... I'd give anything!" he moaned.
"That's what I thought," Horner said and stood up. He took hold of his prick and eased it into
Patsy's cunt from behind as he placed his hands on her hips.
"Are you sure you'd like to have sex with her?" "Yes, I've told you so, what more do you want?" he asked and sucked his breath as he felt his orgasm rising to the hot mouth on his cock. "Would you be mad at her if she wanted the same thing of you-to have sex with you ... and others?"
"Oh, no, God no ... I love her too much. I could never be mad at her!" he exclaimed loudly as a soft hand milked his heavy balls and a strange tongue drove him wild.
Homer thrust forward and felt his prick slide into the girl's wet pussy all the way. He loved the feeling of her ass in his hands and as he withdrew his prick halfway, he told the man, "Take off your blindfold, Milo."
With shaking hands, Milo Blake reached up and lifted the sleep mask. What he saw was almost too much for him to bear, for there was his daughter, Patsy, sucking his prick!
"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, then he looked up at Homer and realized the black man was fucking his daughter.
"Ummn ... that feels good," Patsy moaned and rubbed her father's stiff prick, all over her face. Milo looked down in shock as his daughter wiggled her ass and licked the length of his prick, then told him, "Come in my mouth, Daddy."
Milo was suddenly fascinated by the scene; he groaned and took hold of Patsy's head and guided his prick back into her soft mouth. "Yes ... suck me, baby ... suck me till I come in your mouth!" Then he looked up at Horner and nodded. "Fuck her, Horner ... fuck my baby good!"
Horner smiled and envisioned a full-blown orgy taking place, possibly at Milo's house. He thrust forward with his hips and Patsy gasped as she sucked her father. Again and again her head bobbed up and down on his cock and finally he cried out.
"Ummmnn ... nnnnowwwww!" and he held her face tightly in his hands as his prick erupted in her mouth.
Patsy orgasmed as her mouth was filled with her father's hot cum and behind her, Horner gasped and thrust his hips forward to shoot his load into her clasping cunt. The three of them moaned and Patsy swallowed her father's cum as his legs went stiff, then he fell back exhausted as she lifted her face to kiss him.
"From now on, Daddy, I'll do that for you any time you want ... any time at all!"
Horner withdrew his dripping prick from the girl's cunt and lowered her skirt. "Milo," he said and flipped off the tape recorder, "from now on, you and I are gonna be bosom buddies." He smiled then asked, "How many of these kids have you been fucking, anyways?"
* * *
When the bell rang for fifth period that afternoon Pam Crenshaw sighed. The boys would be using the gym and she had no scheduled class. She watched the last girl skip from the locker room and she leaned back in her chair to think again about the lovely little Tina Monroe. She longed to get. the pretty teenager in bed where she could make love to her properly-she knew she would not be satisfied until she did.
Running her hand over her cunt-mound, she looked longingly toward the showers and wished school was out so she could take her erotic soap and still the butterflies in her loins. And as she rubbed her crotch gently, she closed her eyes and thought again of the petite girl in her arms and the sex they had shared the day before.
"Miss Crenshaw..." somebody said.
Pam sat up blushing as she pulled her fingers from the leg band of her shorts. She blinked as she saw Tina and Patsy Blake standing just inside the door of her office.
"Oh, girls ... you startled me!" she exclaimed and wiped her fingers on her sweatshirt. "I was just...."
"Fingerfucking yourself," Patsy said bluntly.
"Patsy!" the shocked teacher said, blushing.
"Hey, it's okay ... me and Tina do it to each other," she smiled. "And I understand you and Tina have a thing going."
Pam felt the bottom drop out from her world as the girl spoke; she had let down her guard for a moment, now there was another girl who knew. "I ... I don't know what to say."
Patsy shrugged and moved closer to her. "Don't say anything, just eat my pussy for me and I'll forget all about it," and she raised her skirt as the woman's mouth fell open.
Pam looked upon the girl's dark triangle of pubic hair and a deep thrill went through her. She knew Patsy's father and she rationalized that if she didn't do as the girl asked, there was always a chance she might ten Milo.
"Patsy ... I don't, that is..." she stammered. Smiling, Patsy took her hand and guided it to her belly. "Just eat my pussy, Pam ... then I'll tell you about a party you've been invited to at my house tomorrow night."
Pam swallowed thickly as she felt the girl's warm flesh beneath her fingers. She looked apprehensively toward Tina; the girl smiled and told her, "Go ahead. I'll watch for you."
* * *
Fifth period for Cathy was boring. It was a study hall and she dreaded the fifty minutes in the library. She seated herself on the far side where the shelves obscured the view of the students at the work tables and she went over a stack of test papers.
She had only begun when she looked up to find both Melisa and Ron smiling at her.
"Hi," the pretty black girl said as she slipped into the chair on the other side of the teacher.
"Hi, yourself. What're you two up to now?"
Ron sat beside Cathy and ran his hand up her leg. "We've been invited to a party ... wanna come?" he asked as his fingers touched Cathy's crotch.
"Ron, stop that! Someone will see."
"Not a chance. Everyone's studying. Put your hand in my lap."
Hesitantly, Cathy reached over and was shocked to find the boy's throbbing prick out of his pants. "Now look, I'll agree you kids are special, but this is going a bit too far," she told him but she did not let go of his prick.
Ron smiled. "I know ... what about the party?"
Cathy moaned as the boy's fingers went inside her leg band and stroked her pussy gently. "Party ... wha ... what party?" she gasped.
"Tell her about it, Melisa-while I get her off."
* * *
Ginger found the Principal in his office and she smiled as Dora closed the door and left them alone. "Hi," she said seductively and walked over to stand by the arm of his chair.
Moss looked at the girl curiously and he wondered what had been so important that she see him now. "What's on your mind, little lady?"
"I'm horny," she said and giggled as she raised her skirt to display her red pubic bush.
Moss looked nervously toward the door and groaned. He leaned over and kissed the girl's belly; he could not resist running his hand up between her legs and touching her beautiful pussy just one time. As his thumb entered her moist, warm cunt, he asked, "What else is new?"
Ginger grinned down at him and replied, "Melisa has invited me to a party, a special party ... and you've been invited, too."
Moss raised an eyebrow and shook his head, "But that's impossible, Ginger. I can't-"
"Oh, but you'd better, Mr. Moss," she said and wiggled as his thumb entered her pussy. "It's going to be at Milo Blake's house and a lot of others are gonna be there."
"Milo's house?"
"Uh-huh ... how would you like to fuck me and Patsy at the same time?"
Moss felt his prick jerk against his leg as he envisioned the two teenagers naked and in his arms.
"You can't be serious!"
"Oh, but I am ... you just be there tomorrow night-at seven and you'll see how serious."
"Who else is going to be there?" he questioned cautiously.
Ginger smiled and squirmed against his hand. "Oh a lot of people. Tina Monroe, me, Tricia Forbes ... Miss Thompson..."
"Miss Thompson?"
"Uh-huh ... Cathy just loves to suck cocks and eat pussy," the girl said and pulled away from him. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Moss."
My God, Moss thought as he licked the girl's cunt juices from his hand, this can't be real!
* * *
Dora Smith looked up from her typewriter as the boy approached her-desk. She nodded and started to tell him that Moss was busy, but the look on his face stopped her.
"Hi, cutie pie," Jack said to her. "Sucked any good cocks lately?"
Dora blushed. She felt as thought she had been struck in the face and her mouth dropped open. The boy smiled and leaned closer. "Be at this address tomorrow night at seven ... unless you want the school board and the newspapers to get copies of the pictures we took of you last night."
"Pictures?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yeah," Jack bluffed. "You don't think the three of us fucked you just for the hell of it, do you?"
"Oh..." she said in a small voice.
"Hey, don't sweat it. You got good pussy, and you give terrific blow-jobs," he smiled and added, "Cathy is going to be there."
Dora watched the boy walk away; she opened the folded paper and read Milo Blake's home address. "My God..." she muttered and looked up as Ginger came out of Mr. Moss' office with a broad smile on her face.
"See ya tomorrow night, sugar," Ginger said as
"What kind of people, honey?" Steve Barlow asked as he watched the girl oval her lips and take him deeply.
"People like us..." she said.
* * *
Tricia stamped her foot and told her mother, "If you don't come, you'll be sorry! You've got to understand these feelings I get!"
Frustrated, Louise Forbes ran her fingers through her blonde hair and sighed. "All right ... I'll come, Tricia." she paused by her desk. "Incidentally, you sure do know how to eat pussy!" and she grinned broadly as she turned and walked into the hall.
* * *
"You've gotta be kidding!" Laura Hays exclaimed as Cathy told her about the invitation.
"I'm not ... would you like to come?"
Laura licked her lips and thought about a second chance with the lovely woman standing before her. "Pussy cat ... I wouldn't missit for the world!"
* * *
That night as Ginger took hold of her father's prick and licked it lovingly, she looked up and said, "Daddy ... there are some people I want you to meet tomorrow night."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was nearly dark by the time Milo and Horner finished their chore in the den of Milo's home. Homer sighed and looked about the room; all of the furniture had been removed and the windows were heavily draped. Pillows were scattered about and the room had the appearance of an opium den. A large white rug lay in the center of it all and there was little light-only that which came from the gas log inside the fireplace.
"Beautiful!" Horner remarked and turned to Milo. "Have another drink, Milo. You look like you could use one."
Milo Blake was both excited and afraid. He had never considered the legal aspects of an orgy with under-aged girls and boys, but the thought crossed his mind as he surveyed the den. "You ... you're sure everything's going to be all right, Calvin?"
Homer smiled as the man used his first name. He nodded and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Don't worry, Milo. This will be a night for you to remember, I promise!"
Cathy was the first to arrive and Homer met her at the door. "Ah, look, I'd like for you to sort of act as hostess," he told her as he led her to the den.
Cathy nodded approvingly as she saw the erotically decorated room; the gas log gave but a hint of light and all about the perimeter was dark.
"Hostess?" she questioned as the man stroked her arm.
"Yes, just sort of set people at ease when they get here and direct them to the undressing room."
"That's a switch. How am I to meet them, stark naked?"
Homer laughed, "No, you might scare them away ... I've brought something for you to wear-while you're playing hostess." He handed her a white toga-like garment. "I'm sure it will fit."
Cathy went into the spare downstairs bedroom and removed her clothing. There was a long rack with hangers and as she hung up her things, she felt the excitement rise in her belly. She slipped into the toga and smiled. It was becoming, and quite appropriate for the occasion.
"Remember now, just direct them to the bedroom. Patsy and I will handle it from there."
The first group arrived and Cathy smiled nervously as she pointed toward the bedroom. Ron, Melisa, Jack and Phil followed her instructions and Cathy heard the sound of their voices as they emerged naked from the bedroom. All of the lights were out in the house, save a small lamp in the foyer and it was impossible to see to the den.
When the bell rang a second time, Cathy opened the door and was surprised to see Herbert Moss, the handsome young principal.
"Well, well," he said, "this must be the place!"
Cathy smiled nervously and pointed to the bedroom down the hall. "It is..."
Moss walked curiously down the hall and found Patsy standing outside the bedroom door; the girl wore a short gown cut just above her knees and it was obvious to Moss even in the near darkness, that she wore nothing beneath it.
"Take off all your clothing, Mr. Moss, then you can join the party," Patsy told him and reached out to touch his crotch.
Moss felt a new excitement as he disrobed; as he came out of the bedroom, he was met by Horner.
"Just one thing to remember, Herb. This party is by consent only ... if it's consented to, anything
I understand," the principal said and accepted a drink from the man. He followed him into the den and realized there were others there, but he could not make out their faces as he sat on a pillow next to the wall and waited anxiously. He had been sitting there but for a moment when a dark shadow moved closer to him. He felt a soft hand grope for his prick then an equally soft voice spoke to him.
"Glad you could come..." Melisa said and began fondling him.
Next to come was Laura Hays and right behind .her Pam Crenshaw. They followed instructions and soon found themselves sitting naked in the den with the others. There was no conversation and everyone seemed to simply be waiting.
Dora Smith arrived at the same time as Tricia and her mother; the three of them went into the bedroom and Louise Forbes gasped, "You mean we're expected to take off all of our clothes?"
"Don't be such a prude, mother!" Tricia said as she stripped naked and smiled at Dora in the near darkness.
Reluctantly, Louise removed her clothing and followed her daughter into the den.
When Steve and Ginger arrived, Steve took one look at Cathy and felt his prick jerk. He smiled at her nervously and went quickly to the bedroom with his daughter. "That's the teacher you told me about?"
"Hey," Ginger told him as she stripped naked, "I'm jealous!" and she pressed her naked body against her father's.
Tina Monroe was the last to arrive and Cathy locked the door to follow her to the bedroom. As she slipped out of the gown, she looked at the girl's small, well shaped body and sighed, then she turned to find Homer standing naked in the doorway.
"That's the last of them, Cal. . . " she remarked, "What's next?"
Homer looked at the woman's voluptuous body and reached out to cup her full breast; he felt her nipple stiffen and he said, "Act two, scene one ... in the orgy room!" and they went hand in hand with little Tina following behind.
There were fifteen people in all in the den; nine women and six men. Two were absent-Milo and Patsy Blake. Homer went to the hearth and sat as the others looked his way, then he said in a low voice, "There are refreshments on a table in the kitchen to your left. There's a bath just beyond. As you all know, this gathering is being hosted by Milo Blake and his daughter Patsy, so it's only fitting that they begin the evening's festivities with a display of sincerity ... for the uneasy in our midst." And as he spoke, Homer turned up the gas log and the white rug was illuminated a bit more in the center of-the room.
Moving off the hearth, Homer sat beside Louise Forbes. He noticed the woman's anxiety and he spoke to her softly, "Just relax and enjoy it Mrs. Forbes ... perhaps you'll see what causes Tricia's feelings."
Louise chilled as the man's soft voice came to her from me near darkness. She had not been fucked since her husband had been led away to jail for having sex with her baby, and as she sat there too nervous to speak, she felt a rush of heat to her loins.
A low gasp went up from those sitting in the darkness as pretty Patsy Blake entered the dim light. She was naked and the light from the gas log flickered over her curves erotically as she moved to the center of the rug.
Behind her came her father. Milo felt the perspiration bead his forehead as he walked naked to the center of the room. He felt everyone's eyes on his naked body and he sucked in his stomach as Patsy reached out to take hold of his prick.
"God, I can't believe it!" Steve Barlow said as Patsy took her father's cock deep into her mouth and sucked it lavishly. Just then, a pair of soft hands ran over Steve's shoulders and he turned his head to find little Tricia pressing her naked body against his.
"Will you be my daddy tonight?" she asked and slipped down beside him. She took Steve's hand and guided it to her pussy, then she took hold of his prick. "Play with me, Daddy..."
Steve felt the girl's hairless pussy and he chilled; she was just a child. But as she manipulated his swelling prick, he ran his hand over her budding tits and then he fingered her soft, warm pussy.
Dora Smith felt a pair of hands on her tits. She chilled as Jack ran his hands downward and began fingering her pussy.
"How 'bout it, Dora ... sucked any good cocks lately?"
Dora moaned as the boy spread her legs and fingered her softly.
"You..." she started, "you were one of them too!"
"Right on ... and I'm gonna be one of them tonight, too!"
Laura Hays watched the obscene act taking place in the dim light and she began to finger her own pussy. As she did, Tina reached over and closed her hand over the woman's cunt.
"Let me do that ... please," the petite brunette girl moaned as her finger entered the woman's cunt.
Pam looked on jealously and felt her passions rise as she watched Patsy on her knees sucking her father's cock. She spread her legs and looked again at Laura and Tina as the older woman snuggled the girl to her and began fondling her tits.
Unable to contain herself, the gym teacher stood up and walked into the circle of light. She kneeled beside Patsy and ran her hand between the girl's legs as several gasps of surprise came from those watching.
Milo groaned as he saw the woman lie down on her back and his daughter spread her legs to sit on her face. He watched as Patsy's cheeks hollowed, then filled as she sucked his cock and he grasped her head.
"Oh, baby ... yes ... yes! Suck it! Use your tongue ... God, but that feels good!" Milo exclaimed.
Pam meanwhile lapped the girl's cunt wetly as Patsy squatted obscenely over her face. She didn't care what the others thought and her passions rose as the girl began to writhe atop her face.
Looking on in stunned silence, Louise wondered where Tricia had gone. She kept glancing apprehensively to her right where the black counselor sat stroking his huge prick and she chilled at the sight. Then, a pair of hands slipped beneath her arms to cup her breasts and she gave a start.
"You must be Tricia's mom," Phil said as he rolled the nipples of her tits between his thumbs and forefingers. "I'm Phil, and I think you're a knockout!"
"Ohhhh..." Louise groaned and lay her head back against the boy's shoulder. It had been so long since a man had held her and played with her. She surrendered suddenly and turned her face to kiss the boy. "Yes ... God, yes ... love me ... fuck me! Do anything to me!"
Homer smiled as the woman submitted to her passions and he relaxed. She was the only one he had been apprehensive about.
Across the room, Ginger watched as Tricia lowered her head to Steve Barlow's lap and began sucking his cock. Tricia ran her hand over his naked chest and asked, "Do you like that, Daddy?"
"Yes, Jesus, yes!" he gasped as he fingered tht girl's cunt and arched to her hotly sucking mouth.
Licking her lips, Ginger asked him, "Would you like to see me eating her pussy?"
Steve couldn't believe his ears. He had long had a fantasy of taking Ginger to bed with another girl, but it had seemed too remote even to consider. He hugged Ginger to him and kissed her passionately, then he said, "Would you? Would you do that for me?"
"I'll do anything for you, Daddy!" and she lay down with her head between Tricia's legs to begin sucking her pussy.
Sitting nearby, Ron looked at Ginger's lovely body stretched out at her father's feet. He moved over and as Steve watched, he began fingering Ginger's pussy. He saw a pained expression cross the man's face, then it passed.
"Go ... go ahead ... do whatever you like," Steve said as he saw Ginger look up expectantly.
"Fuck me!" she said and raised her pretty ass to the boy.
Steve watched in fascination as Ron moved behind Ginger and eased his prick into her cunt from behind. He took hold of her hips and thrust forward.
"Ohhhh, yesss ... fuck me, Ron ... stick it in all the way! Fuck me now ... then I want my daddy to fuck me. Oh, God, how I want you to fuck me, Daddy!" Ginger cried out.
Sitting to one side, Cathy looked across the room and saw the black counselor stroking his prick. She felt a wave of excitement wash over her, for she had long fantasized having sex with a black man. She watched him pull his long prick and glance toward Louise who was sucking Phil's cock right beside him. Then she glanced to the center of attraction as Milo gasped.
"Ohhhh, baby ... I'm coming ... God, I'm gonna come in your mouth!" He stiffened then as he took hold of Patsy's face and thrust his hips forward. He felt his prick swell in the girl's mouth and he drew his breath sharply as it exploded. "Ohhh!" he moaned as his legs went weak and quivered.
Patsy gulped her father's cum as he shuddered and clutched her head to him. She ran her tongue over the spurting cock-tip and milked his balls as her mouth was filled time and time again with the hot, sticky fluid.
Finally, Milo collapsed before his daughter. He kissed her passionately as he ran his hands over her ass and she squirmed atop Pam's face. "Good, so good, Patsy," he told her as he saw Cathy come into the circle of light.
The others watched as Cathy kneeled between Pam's legs and began kissing her thighs and belly.
"Eat her pussy!" Phil called to his teacher as Louise sucked his prick lavishly.
Dora looked on with mixed emotions as Jack stroked her seething cunt and she played with his prick. She would have preferred making love with the beautiful math teacher, but she did like the feeling of his prick pulsing in her hand.
Cathy licked out and spread Pam's hair-fringed cunt lips with her tongue. As she did, the woman raised her body to her and moaned. Probing deeper, Cathy felt a pair of hands on her hips and she turned her head slightly to find Calvin Homer kneeling behind her.
She felt his cheeks press against her thighs and then his tongue licked her cunt. She gasped as he probed deeper, then sat up to guide his stiff prick between her legs.
Cathy groaned as the black man entered her fully and his hands held her full ass. She rotated her hips as he began to slide his prick in and out of her cunt. Beneath her, Pam writhed sensually as she continued to suck Patsy's cunt. She moaned loudly as the math teacher licked and sucked and nibbled on the lips of her pussy.
Herb Moss watched the erotic scene with growing interest as Melisa played with his prick. He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately as his finger slid in and out of her cunt. "God, but I want to fuck you!" he said thickly as she nibbled on his lower lip.
"Fuck me in the ass," Melisa hissed as she stroked his throbbing prick. "Stick your cock up my ass and fuck me!"
"Oh, God, yes!" he exclaimed. He had never done that to a girl before and the thought of fucking the lovely young chick in her ass-hole overwhelmed him.
Getting up, Melisa turned and sat in the man's lap. She urged him to sit back against the wall as she took hold of his pulsing prick and guided it to that puckered ring of flesh below her pussy.
Moss held onto the black girl's waist as she lowered her body to him. He felt the tight ring of muscle stretch, then he was inside her. He ran his hands up to cup her tits as she leaned back against him and he thrilled at the softness of her skin.
"Ohhhh, that's good ... you gotta good prick, Moss ... so big," she said as she squirmed against his body and his prick slid all the way into her ass-hole. "I ... I want my pussy sucked ton," she moaned.
Sitting beside them, Laura shuddered as she heard the girl's wish. Tina was kissing her pouting cunt lips and she moved the girl's head for a moment as she twisted around to lower her face to the black girl's cunt.
"Oh, Miss Hays..." Melisa said as the woman began licking her pussy, "Yes ... eat me ... eat my pussy!"
Laura spread her own legs again as Tina sought her cunt and she chilled as the girl's mouth found it.
Moss watched as his art teacher sucked the black girl's cunt. He thrilled as he saw the small Monroe girl begin licking the woman's pussy again and his head reeled as the sounds of sucking and gasps came to him from every corner of the room.
Horner long stroked the luscious woman before him and he looked about the room. A slow smile crept over his dark face as he realized that every person in the room was in the midst of a sex act. He watched as Patsy climbed off and rolled aside; as Pam looked up to find Cathy eating her pussy, she moaned loudly and spread her legs further. Beautiful! Horner thought, absolutely beautiful.
Horner turned his attention back to Cathy and began thrusting his cock into her with long, powerful strokes. Within moments he threw back his head and grimaced.
"Nooooowwww!" Calvin cried as he buried his prick deep in Cathy's golden cunt. He shuddered wildly as he felt her stiffen and she let out a muffled cry.
"Ummnnn ... yeth ... nowwww!" she cried as she buried her face again between Pam's legs.
A sudden lull fell over the room and the silence was punctuated by deep breaths, sighs and low moans. Horner pulled his dripping cock from Cathy's pussy as she slumped forward atop Pam.
The black man struggled to his feet and looked about at the people lying exhausted in each other's arms. He made his way to the kitchen where he poured himself a stiff drink and as he raised the glass to his lips, he found Moss doing the same thing.
"Jesus ... some party," the principal said as he took a deep swig of the liquor.
"Some students," Horner remarked and smiled at the man. "Looks like we're gonna have a few teacher's pets around old Murdock after tonight."
"Tonight?" Moss said and smiled. "Hell, man, I thought this party would go all weekend!"
Glancing over his shoulder, Horner saw Laura Hays with her head between Cathy's wide-spread legs. She lapped her cunt lavishly as Cathy groaned and rolled her head from side to side. Just then, Steve Barlow kneeled beside the pretty teacher and thrust his prick into her mouth.
"What the hell. It just might last that long." As they both laughed, Horner wondered if Cathy had ever found the note he had slipped into her folder the week before.
